#i be walking and the mfs start chasing me for no reason!! what!!

[mxwhore]

sorry followers. I'm a cat person 😔🐱

[stillsaltyaboutmcr]

If it’s all the same to you-B.B and J.S

I know competition fics are popular with these two but i wanted to put my own spin on it.

Summary: The reader likes Bradley and he knows and likes her too but he shows up to a party with a random girl to make her jealous, so she gets even using her secret weapon, Jake mf Seresin

Warnings: 18+ PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOURE A MINOR, dirty talk, some sexual implications, some small smut, oral (f!recieving), lots of filth, a bit of voyeurism. (please lmk if i missed any!!)

Also, i’m sorry if this is cringey. I’m not good at smut but this idea was too good not to attempt. so, i apologize now.

like seriously i’m so nervous to post this

AHHHHHHH

but seriously this is 18+ because it’s pure FILTH

You had liked Bradley since you both attended Top Gun the first time. Throughout this whole you’ve had an off and on again type fling, never officially being anything. Recently, things have been on again and you really thought that things would go all the way this time.

He’d been buying you flowers, taking you on dates, staying over and even giving you pet names. Bradley has been very suggestive towards the idea of a relationship.

That was until now. You were all out at Natasha’s birthday party. She had rented out a small club and invited a good crowd. Music was blaring and the establishment was dark, the only light being from the disco all on the ceiling. You were all intoxicated and dancing the night away. A couple of people had started grinding on each other and you were busy dancing with Nat when you sensed a pair of eyes on you. You looked towards the entrance to see Bradley, but he had some brunette on his arm. You had no idea who she was, and you felt a pain in your chest as he guided her through the crowd with his hand on the small of her back, watching diligently as they danced. They were inches apart and obviously together. You had been played for the last time.

Natasha pulled you from your thoughts. “Y/N!! I’m grabbing more shots! Come with me!” You nodded following the birthday girl to the bar inside the venue. 3 shots of Vodka later, you were feeling much more ambitious, more bold. Confidence was flowing through as the fresh taste of alcohol mixed with the existing drinks that were quickly discarded earlier in the night. Glancing back over to where Bradley was grinding up against this new girl, you had a realization wash over you. Standing right past them, dancing with Javy was none other than Jake Seresin. You both knew how he felt about you, but you never wanted a one night stand with him, not wanting to make things awkward at work. You had called yourself a hypocrite multiple times for not wanting to take a chance with a man who chased you due to that reason. How we’re you willing to make work awkward with Bradley but not Jake? You glanced to Bradley again, seeing the girl is all over him and he’s loving it.

You take a big breath as you saunter over to Jake, brushing past Bradley, feeling his heated stare as you placed your hands on Jake’s shoulders. He watched as you whispered something in his ear and you both walked away. He was intrigued, completely forgetting about his date. He wanted to know what you said, craved to know where you were going, what was happening out of his sight.

Little did he know, your alcohol spoke for you, whispering into Jake’s ear. You wouldn’t normally talk the way you do when under the influence, but you now know you will not regret those words.

You were in the single stall bathroom, sitting on the sink with Jake between your thighs. Your dress was rolled up, allowing him space to please you. One of your dress traps was slouching down your shoulder. Leaning on your hands, supporting yourself on this counter, mouth agape, whimpers escaping your mouth. You were a sight, and Jake was loving it. As he make expert work of you, watching you fall apart in his hands, little hums of adoration left his mouth, sending vibrations through your most sensitive spots. It drove you mad, the sensation of him being too much to handle and soon you were coming undone. Jake simply hummed and backed away, taking in the sight. Before grabbing the paper towels to clean you off, he swiped two fingers through you and moving them up to your mouth. A low “open” left his lips as his other hand cupped your jaw. You did as you were told and sucked his two fingers clean. “You like the way you taste?” His voice was such a low tone, he was almost too quiet to hear if he wasn’t so close to your face. You lunged forward to kiss him. It was heated and passionate, a desperation behind the both of you. He quickly reacted by wrapping one arm around your back, keeping you upright, the other landing on the mirror behind you. You were slowly working your hands down his chest towards his belt and zipper, craving more of him when a knock appeared at the door. “Shit.” You both said it in unison before cleaning yourselves up, appearing normal. You quickly think on your feet and say, “Follow my lead.” Before taking a deep breath and going for the doorknob.

“Thanks again for the tampon, you’re an absolute help Jake. I’m still surprised you keep those on hand though.” You opened the door, making your dual appearance seem innocent. A friend helping a friend.

“Yeah no problem. I’ve learned to keep them on me in case of an emergency. I’ve learned most girls don’t bring them to these types of events.” He smiled down as you both allowed the person entering the bathroom full availability. You looked up to see who the one waiting was and shot them a small smile as to say “sorry”.

The person waiting was none other than Bradley. You quickly looked away and followed Jake to the dance floor. You caught up to him and he was surprised by your appearance in front of him. “You want more darlin’?” He smirked down at you as his arms hugged your hips, bringing you closer to him. You could smell his aftershave and cologne.

“Dance with me Seresin.” You said, looking up at him with post-release eyes. They were lust-blown and glistening. You were still feeling the euphoria. He didn’t hesitate, turning you around and wrapping an arm around you, his hand landing on your stomach. The other arm attached to yours, dragging your hand up your body and behind his neck.

“There ya go, just like that.” He whispered little praises into your ears as you grinded up against his body. He felt so good behind you but you were quickly grounded when you opened your eyes, seeing Bradley was staring at you intently, that brunette long gone. You smiled at him, mouth agape as you pressed further into Jake. He reacted to your mannerisms by lowering his hand closer to the hem of your dress. His other hand was slowly making its way to be placed around your neck. Bradley’s eyes drifted upwards and that’s when you knew Jake was onto the game. He was all over you, kissing your neck and slowly slipping the hem of your dress higher and higher, his finger hooked under it. His hands ignited fire on your skin. You quickly spun around whispering to him that you’d be right back and he winked in response.

You made your way over to Bradley, leaning against the table he was at, standing next to him, clearly sticking your ass out. “Whatcha staring at hot stuff?” You smirked, knowing the answer already.

“Just watching you out yourself on display. Jake was practically making your underwear visible. Don’t bullshit me with that tampon story either. What were you doing with him?” He was seething with jealousy.

“Aww, are you jealous?” You said, moving closer to him, looking him directly into his eyes. “But, if you must know, I was enjoying him. His face between my thighs, making me feel good. He was making excellent work of my-“

“Enough! I don’t need that picture in my head.” Bradley said that, but he was already imagining you sprawled across that sink, dress in disarray and mouth open. He imagined the sounds that came out of you as you enjoyed the sensation. He just wished he was the one getting to enjoy you, not Jake.

“Someone wishing it was him?” You teased.

He just stared back at you.

“If someone wanted it to be him, maybe he should’ve have brought that pretty little brunette in here.” He continued to stare as you went on. “Jake felt so good, buried between my legs, his warm tongue making me feel-“

Before you knew it, Bradley has you pinned against the wall behind the table you were just at. One arm rested above you while the other was at your side. “If you say how he made you feel good one more time, you’ll be feeling good for another reason. You have no idea how much self control it’s taking me not to ravage you right here and now.” His chest is heaving and you can see his growing problem straining against his jeans.

“Why aren’t you then?” Looking up at him, he closes his eyes and presses his lips together. “Come on Bradley, I thought you took what you wanted. Isn’t that how you got in the 1%? It’s odd of-“ Before you could continue his lips were crashing against yours as he slowly walked you to his car. Climbing into the backseat, he laid you down, slowly bringing the straps of your dress off of your shoulders.

“Let me see those pretty tits.” He dragged your dress down to your stomach, revealing your chest to his prying eyes. “Fuck.” He muttered as his hands started playing with your nipples causing your body to ignite again. His mouth attached to one, his tongue working around it. You arched into his touch, grabbing his spare hand and slipping it under your dress. His hand starts rubbing circles through the fabric of your underwear. You’re on fire with how good it all feels. His mouth makes a trail of wet kisses up to your ear and he whispers, “These are in my way.”

He quickly discards your underwear, pushing your dress upwards, leaving you fully exposed to him. As if reading your thoughts, he quickly discards of his own button up shirt, and your hands immediately go to touch the newly exposed skin. He quickly moves , sitting in the seat opposite of you, reclining it all the way back. He motions for you to come over to him, positioning you over his face, hands on your hips slowly pulling you down. His fingers are keeping your dress out of his way as his tongue draws shapes. You tilt your head back, in complete awe of how much pleasure is coursing through you. As he expertly eats you out, you reach your hand back, unzipping his jeans and rubbing his growing erection through his boxers. He moans into you, sending a ripple of pleasure through you, like chills.

You push his boxers down, just enough to let his dick free. You slowly turn yourself over, letting Bradley continue his work, now laying on your stomach. You attach your mouth to his tip, slowly teasing him as he continues to make small noises. You slowly pump your hand to follow the movement of your mouth, wetting hun with your saliva. You can taste the precum as you approach your edge. You let out a broken moan as it washed over you and Bradley is quick to pin you back down to the seat, pulling his jeans and boxers down more, pumping his cock before lining himself up. He slowly pushes into you, both of you letting out guttural groans. The feeling was euphoric as he reached the hilt and bent down to wrap an arm around your back and other hand on the back of your head. He started at a slow pace, whispering little praises in your ear

“You feel so good”

“Oh just like that.”

“You take me so good”

And similar.

Soon, his thrusts were aggressive and needy, wanting to reach his release. You were both moaning messes, sweaty from the humidity created by your bodies. He was still holding you tight as he let your name fall from his lips. You were raking his back with your nails, reaping in the pleasure he was bringing you. You felt the familiar knot in your stomach as he started to falter in his thrusts. They were getting deeper, and he said in a low voice, “Cum for me sweetheart, I wanna feel you cum around me, squeeze me so tight.” His words made you fall over the edge, squeezing his cock as his breath hitched. You knew he was close, and a couple of thrusts later he cupped your chin, opening your mouth.

He pulled out, spilling his semen into your mouth for you to swallow. You licked up the bottom of his cock, getting every drop, wiping your mouth clean when you were done.

“We aren’t bringing anymore random girls anywhere anymore right?” You said as you pulled yourself together.

“If bringing a girl somewhere means I get to do this, I’m bringing one everywhere.”

[infraaa]

Hi um- can I request a

Ananas dragon cookie hc (it cam be smuty or not)

-a simp

it’s ass beating time i know who you are silly moot

here we go

nsfw headcanons - general (gn/not desc reader!)

tw // nsfw themes, primal play, hard dom behavior, impact and wax play, double penetration, cnc, voyeurism, oral, this guys a raunchy mf— you have been advised.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Egregious. Oh good god.

Ananas is fr the type of mf to be like “affection?? that’s disgusting get that shit away from me-“

same with the deed, they can’t make love worth shit. They’re a fucking type guy, they fuck.

^ aggressively.

they wear confidence oh so well and it makes them twice as hot….. btw he’s also a hard dom-

Are you a brat? Cuss them out and watch them chase you around the archipelago like “THE FUCK YOU SAY?”

if you’re into masochism, you’re gonna be in for a ride. They like impact play.

With consent given verbally, they won’t take written or gestured consent, they’ll pull your hair, bite you, even smack you-

It’s truly perplexing how animalistic this dragon can be. They truly let it all go. The growl, hiss, they claw at you and at the bed like holy shit you’re gonna rip the god damn sheets apart man-

They also have a tendency to treat you like prey. Like a little sheep to their wolf, and likes to heard you, so to speak. What this means is at times, Ananas has a weird habit of guiding you, walking around you, blocking you if you don’t walk in a certain direction, etc, similar to how sheepdogs heard sheep.

You’re gonna believe you’re getting wax poured on you. They’ll purposefully buy candles just to have Pitaya melt them, and keep them melted for when they want them. And when they want them, that means they wanna pour wax on you 😫

More so does it for the reactions rather than the aesthetic of wax play. They like seeing your face contort when your cold skin meets the hotness of the melted wax.

When coitus happens, it’s either double or nothing.

In case you weren’t aware, Ananas had two penises. They’re a dragon, dragons are lizards, you get the deal. And oh god they’re huge— both of them. Thick as hell too.

Listen though they understand it’s hard as hell to do, and they don’t actually want to harm you, so what they’ll do is allow you to break into it one step at a time. This is just about as merciful as they get.

but later on, yeah it’s double penetration or nothing.

Begging? Y E S.

Get on your knees, worship them, beg them to fuck you, be raunchy and tell them what you want, how you want it…

Hell they might comply.

They’re tongue is ungodly long as hell, plus it’s forked, and they know how to use that thing.

They believe that if you’re not about to transform, somethings not being done right.

Of course, Ananas though prefers to receive rather than give oral. For obvious reasons. The golden glow in their eyes is so gorgeous when they look down at you.

They’re not quiet, but they aren’t loud either. They have a clean bell like voice that’s not too low but it doesn’t reach anime boy protag potential, think Darius Deamonne from the Owl House. They purr, they growl, they grunt, they groan, all that shit. One thing you won’t ever hear them do though is moan.

Is a voyeurism freak and will watch you masturbate and listen to you moan and squeal. Will also watch you while masturbating. F r e a k.

That’s when the CNC starts. If you’re masturbating and they catch you you’re gonna believe you’re getting fucked one way or another. They don’t care where you are, what time of day it is, they don’t care they wanna fuck.

He tries his best with aftercare, especially if you two had a rather… violent night.

I imagine they can cook… somewhat decently? I mean nothing too extravagant, they do better with fresh ingredients, and they can surely work a knife.

They’ve also got a taste in movies. They like the older ones from the 1970’s: think the exorcist.

Isn’t really a fan of cuddling, but will do so if it makes you happy. Again, Ananas isn’t into soft shit, he’s a hard ass dom. They’re mean— brute like. But, if you want to, I guess…

Is understanding when it comes to safe words and will try their best to adhere to them. They’re mean, but they aren’t a dick, if too much is too much, they’ll comply with you and listen. No boundaries are to be broken. None. Ever. 🧡🍍

[frog4278]

Stranger Things useless headcanons because I need more of them

Useless headcanons are ridiculously fun to make and I think we should all make more

Thanks @dawg3i for helping me again bestie

Last night we came up with stupid middle names and now all of you will know about them

El would pick out her own middle name and she has Rose vibes. Her name actually sounds nice

El Rose Byers

Max has to have a middle name starting with m so she can be M.M.M for her initials

Maxine "Max" Mackenzie Mayfield

Mike calls her 'Tic Tac' as a joke since Max Mac sounds like Tic Tac and Max chases him around with a pair of scissors

Mike is Micheal Micheal Wheeler. It just seems so him he is so Micheal

Nancy got a pretty middle name and Mike got some shit

Nancy North Wheeler

Holly has Jennifer as her middle name idk it just fits her vibes

Holly Jennifer Wheeler

Lucas' middle name is Williams he sounds so professional

Lucas Williams Sinclair

Joyce picked out Will's middle name right after she gave birth so she was out of it

That's how Will ends up with William Billiam Byers

Jonathan Trey Byers

Lonnie picked out that one. It was all downhill from there

Dustin Jack Henderson

For some reason I see Steve having George as his middle name. Basic ass rich white boy

Steve George Harrington

Eddie tries to do that shit like. Eddie “Hellfire” Munson but everyone knows his middle name is Bobbie

Robin doesn't have a middle name. That's what being a lesbian does to you, it erases your middle name

Misc headcanons so I can make these posts easier to read:

When Steve gets sick he acts like he's fucking dying. He makes a will and everything

If you leave Robin alone for two seconds she will get horribly lost. She doesn’t rely on basic directions but relies on small details that help her remember where to go

Once Steve was throwing a party with the kids and the fruity four and all of the sudden his parents came home (which is rare) and a huge game of hide and seek ensued

Everyone chose the WORST hiding spots

Dustin is under the couch

Will somehow squeezes himself into a cupboard (I’ve done it before it is not comfortable)

That one gag where Steve’s dad opens the cupboard but doesn’t see Will and Will hands him a mug and closes the cupboard

Mike is under the sink

Max and Nancy manage to find actually good spots

Steve really just doesn’t wanna talk to his parents so he hides too

He and Robin hide in the pool against the walls

Lucas is found on the roof. He's clinging to the chimney and crying. No one knows how he got there. Camera footage shows him scaling the house with a straight face

El just walked outside and is standing there

Eddie chooses the absolute WORST spot. Steve’s parents bedroom closet.

Argyle gets there late and is about to shout that he’s there when everyone shushes him from their hiding spots and motion for him to hide

He hides behind a comically small plant and somehow doesn't get noticed

Jonathan stays in the van and just sinks down to the floor as if that will make the pizza van out front any less obvious

When Eddie gets caught he does his scream. You know the AAAIIIIIIIIIAHHH

Max catches Lucas no man left behind

Lucas: I'M SCARED

Max, holding her arms out: DO YOU WANNA DEAL WITH THE HARRINGTONS?

Lucas:

Lucas: PLEASE CATCH ME

Side note Max is a boy princess and Lucas is a girl prince you get me

Max is the knight in shining armor Lucas is the princess in the tower cmon

Imagine you’re Nancy and Max just chilling in a closet no one goes into and you hear Eddie’s AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIUUUI

Mike comically pulls Will out the cupboard

The drive away is kinda silent

Steve and Robin, sopping wet:

Nancy: The pool. You chose the pool.

Robin: Last time i talked to Mrs and Mr Harrington I think they could smell the gay on me I was not doing that again

These guys would work so well for filler episode situations

For example: Beach episode

Steve gets a hand print tan line because Robin puts her hand over his chest when he’s tanning

Mike is a lobster

Eddie is the mf to accidentally go into a school full of jellyfish

Dustin gets attacked by seagulls RIP

Lucas is the one to find the jumping spots. Like he will rock climb to get height

Him and Steve start a canon ball competition

Max, trying to surf:

Steve about to do the biggest canon ball:

El and Max just chilling and sitting on a paddle board. They hear a faint scream that’s getting louder. They look up and oh hey Steve

El, holding up a shark: Look!

Mike: SCREAMS

She makes big ass waves for everyone

She just picks up a sunken ship miles out and drops it from hella high

Everyone is standing there watching this 50 ft wave coming towards them like :standing person emoji:

Nancy: Wait have you checked up on the kids yet

Steve: No I left Eddie with them

Nancy: You what.

Cut to the 70 foot tall wave

We don't have much for this one but imagine. Cruise ship. Fruity Four get high. There's a buffet. Eddie hijacks the tiny orchestra/jazz band that’s playing during said buffet

Road trip!!! So many possibilities

Mike goes missing and everyone thinks he’s dead but he’s actually buying a hotdog or something. It starts a whole search party. Everyone is decked out in camo gear with flashlights and guns and knives and Mike’s just “Aw man I’m short 50 cents”

They run into him and he asks if anyone has two quarters

Mike: Aw thank God you guys are here does anyone have a couple of change to spare

Everyone in the random ass town that they’re in standing behind the main group:

They tie him to the tree for the night

Will feeds him smores but doesn’t help him down

They do steal a car at some point. And blow up a gas station

They also accidentally go into a cult town. Cue the classic “character becomes center of cult accidentally” trope with like, Dustin

Dustin: Yk what these people are cool! Unlike you guys

Steve: Dustin. Dustin they think that you’re a fucking alien

Dustin: they what

They make statues of him

Bet they think Mike is a weird bird. They don’t let him in

Dustin: Look at all the sculptures they’re making for me!!! it’s fine!!!!

Mike: I’m literally gonna be burned at stake on that thing tonight DUSTIN

Dustin: No you’re not, you’re just being dramatic as usual

Mike, tied to a stake: Oh yeah I’m just dramatic

Lucas: Dustin they’re making CHANTS ABOUT BURNING HIM

Dustin: THOSE ARE JUST NURSERY RHYMES

[thegeminisage]

long ass post major spoilers tldr i beat it

ok, i've got an hour, time to get started on the end of this game 😤

first straight to lookout landing to introduce purah and mineru.......

or no wait since im here and havent done it in awhile ill swing by the great fairy. if theres any armor i can possibly upgrade i really need to do that lol

okay there isn't really. lol. after pikmin 4 i am gonna need to farm so many materials......

okay, i cooked some food but i dont actually have anything useful so most of it is just atk up/def up/health refills. only a few anti-gloom foods, which is sure to get my ass kicked...

now i guess i just........dive in...................................

im nervous.

i dont have a lot of weapons and bows rn either but whatever ig!!! surely nintendo will provide. i have the master sword fused with one of the light dragon parts so she can fight with me in every possible way!!! also i think the durability wont be affected when it's in its glow mode which it will be down there

thunderstorm as i walk up to the castle lol. classic

alright. WELL. geronimo.

wow that really is. a long way down. okay.

okay hold on wait there's a spot missing on my map. do i get a fucking lightroot down here? i just check. it is so high up. probably unclimbable. do i need to dive again? i'm diving again. fast traveling to the shrine above this time

the bg ambience down here is fucking freaky btw

ok, i got it this time. whew.

back down i go. yeesh.

my neighbors pick NOW to mow their lawn. fuck me sideways

oh im already one heart lost. this floor is COVERED in gloom...

THE FIGHT MUSIC THO...damn

ugh, four hearts down and only two recovery items...yikes. i'm gonna get my ass beat fr but i don't have time to go farm sundelions nor do i want to rn

i can't figure out where to go. i went down a hole with monsters bc that seemed like the only route but now i can't find a way to proceed

did my sword just RING at me??????

fi girl what is going on

oh fuck me there's a gloom lynel

okay yeah no. this isn't gonna work. i need to fucking go farm fucking sundelions. UGH im so mad about it

okay. farmed. going to cook. jesus fuck

COOKED. warping back to the lightroot. bet that mf lynel refilled its stupid health

it did.

I GOT HIM.......ohhh it broke my sword to do it :( i didnt know it could break when it was powered up like that. but i got him...

but now where do i...?

this doesn't feel right. i feel like i'm just heading back into the depths. probably fought that lynel for no reason at all. but i'm scared to look up a walkthru bc of spoilers :(

ok, i did find a guide and i think this is the right way? im scrolling down like one line at a time lol

THE POWER OF A SAGE CANNOT REACH YOU??? OH THIS IS DEFINITELY THE RIGHT WAY

it was way too crowded with all of them but now i feel verrry alone

I FOUND HANDS................

ohhhh i do not want to fight phantom ganon in this gloom covered arena. i do not want to

but with no sages...i can't get across without engaging...

OKAY. THE GOOD NEWS. KILLED THE HANDS. THE BAD NEWS. PHANTOM GANON CHASED ME UP TO THIS HIGH SPOT

GOT HIS ASS!!!! gibdo bone arrows you motherFUCKER

ok, i got across the room...

wait. this looks familiar

THE MUSIC!!!! THIS IS IT THIS IS WHERE I STARTED..................

GLOOM REDEADS!!!!! not today motherfuckers. im not getting jumped im NOT getting jumped

the murals...i can blow up the rocks now

OH MY GODDD.....

the imprisoning war, zelda healing the sword, and becoming a dragon...she WALKED RIGHT PAST THESE with her ALREADY HAVING DONE IT in the past, not knowing she was about to do it again in her own future...oh my god im gonna be SICK

oh that is a big hole.

WAIT...THIS IS THE HOLE SHE FELL DOWN........

WHY IS THE MUSIC DOING THIS...im scared someone come hold my hand

oh my god. the torch zelda dropped is at the bottom of this hole.

im picking it up and im fucking giving it back to her

it JUST keeps going down....

oh god another big jump. OKAAAYYYYY

what IS that..............

DEMON ARMY??? BY MYSELF?????

OH MY GODDDDDDD MY BESTIES!!!! THE GANG IS HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! fuck me im welling up. ive never been more glad for a crowded screen

got my master sword back. fused with zelda's horn. refilled my health. THIS IS ITTTTTT

ROUND TWO!!!!!! IM NOT AFRAID OF ANYTHINGGGG

round three is redeads. i am afraid of some things actually

im not getting jumped. i am NOT getting jumped. ive been playing this game for 200 hours and they havent got close enough to jump me yet i AM NOT GETTING JUMPED.

oh my god this music is AMAZINGGGG

AND I DIDN'T GET JUMPED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ROUND FOUR!!!!! bring it bring it bring it

BOSS RUSH?

oh my god no...NOOOO my besties.........

i'm alone again :( and with seven minutes until my sword recharges...

ah. i can't save here

oh my god THERE HE IS!!!!!!

the music...

dehydrated voice is so much better

OHHHH MY GOD HE DRANK SOME WATER.....THIS IS FROM THE TRAILERS........

does he have black nail polish on his fingers AND TOES? get it girl

THEY REVIVIED MY MASTER SWORD.......

zelda's with me 😭😭😭 this one's for you babygirl

this music is so quiet and sinister wtf...........

is he. IS HE FLURRY RUSHING ME??

THAT'S MY TRICK, YOU CAN'T DO THAT.........

phase one DOWN. eat gibdo bone my guy

DEMISE FORM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IM ABSOLUTELY WAILING THEYRE PLAYING THE OOT GANONDORF MUSIC LIKE IM GENUINELY WELLING UP

HIS HEALTH BAR?????????????????????????????????????????

TULIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! right as the botw theme plays omg

YUNOBOOOOOO

SIDON AND RIJU.........ONE MORE

AND MINERU!!!! there she IS!!!!! six on one babey

HALFWAY THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! cutscene reward

no no no not my besties again

DID HE JUST BREAK MY HEARTS FR???

ohhh the calamity ganon theme!!!

hylian shield badly damaged. GREAT.

i can't get him with my sword. he always does that slowmo thing backwards. but i CAN get him with my lynel bow and gibdo arrows >:)

she died as she lived: running away from the bad guy and shooting at him over her shoulder

GOT HIS ASS!!!!!

OHHHH HE'S GONNA SWALLOW IT...........

i knew this was coming bc of spoilers but it's still incredible. that man just put his whole fist down his throat 😳

compare that to the dainty way zelda swallowed hers lol...

DID THIS MF JUST EAT ME???

wait...his dragon form...is just the calamity???

TIME?? LOOP??????????????

the tune from the trailers........

oh my god okay he's a normal dragon. i was about to start having heart palpitations

i just STRAIGHT UP. for real burst into tears. i have to pause

zelda came to help me................................you go 200 hours thinking she doesn't know or remember you but she RESCUED me she CAUGHT ME.........she's so little compared to him oh god.......

AM I CONTROLLING HER?? WE'RE FLYING TOGETHER...........

accidentally jumped off.

THE MUSIC. THE SAXOPHONE. I'D GIVEN UP ON EVER SEEING IT AGAIN THAT'S GOTTA BE MY MF BINGO

i'm literally crying too much to fight him rn

oh man landing on his back hurts me...how tf am i supposed to get him

one weak spot down. three to go. she literally catches me...literally there's saxophone...

two more! every time she catches me i start bawling again. this is so embarrassing like there are literally tears on my face as i play this. i didn't know she was gonna do that. i knew he turned into a dragon but i didn't know she was gonna help me

she is literally still in there after 10,000 years. her 100 in hyrule castle must feel like nothing in comparison

man and him in the ouroboros position every time...

BLOOD MOON????

RIGHT INTO HIS FOREHEAD JUST LIKE WIND WAKER

bro i am FUCKING sobbing

dark beast ganon theme.

HOLY SHIT...THE EXPLOSION....IS EVERYBODY OKAY??????

oh my god oh my GOD...THE PEOPLE WHO LOVE HER

ARE GONNA CHANGE HER BACK

his arm..............

I CAUGHT HER.......FINALLY.......CATHARSIS...................

IN HIS AAAAAARMS

OH GOD FI......

quest status find princess zelda: complete. i'm losing it. i found her. fucking found her.

she's HOME.

CREDITS ROLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! im trying to collect myself during this time. when i say i am fucking sobbing i am not exaggerating. i am boohoo wailing with tears rolling down my fucking face. legend of zelda tears of ME because of this GAME!!!!!!!

i dont even care that they broke the lore. ok i do care a lot actually but whatever. whatever.

THE CREDITS ARE SO GOOD..........all the shots of link touching people's hands!!!!!!!!!!

AND THEIR HANDS FIXING ZELDA.....

AND CATCHING HERRRRRRRRR

the end...........

OH POST CREDITS CUTSCENE.......

mineru....there goes mom #4, twice

NOOOO IF SHE CRIES IM GONNA GET STARTED AGAIN

oh my god. that was amazing

this is my first time seeing the title screen. i haven't closed the game once since may 12

oh my god that was AMAZING. i am sitting here in total awe!!!!!!!

NOW i can finally enjoy zeldatube again.....i can hear all the theories........i can pirate this mf SOUNDTRACK HOLY SHIT. but first i gotta update my bingo board

wow. what a game

[lesser-mook]

WingsOfRedemption WANTS TO START A WAR With Breaking Banquet 

Disclaimer: this is a rant on some flojo who for some reason in the first 3min decided to share with Wings that he’s trying to sleep with some church-going lady. Little to do with wings

he's not going to church to try to sleep with her, but he's going to church to impress her because  he eventually wants to sleep with her because he literally just said he's been trying to sleep with her.

 *Translation: you're going to church because you want to sleep with her.* 

 you care because the incentive to care is you have an agenda, which is an itchy rocket that found a target 

Bro is trying his absolute hardest NOT to be honest . It's when you try to bullshit and make it sound romantic or some intimate fuckery is when people get on my nerves with pursuit of women. And that's why some women can smell that shit from a mile away and make mfs wait.

*You can't con a con-artist, women are not stupid. If you're going to church just to impress her, that's NOT impressing her. Trust me.

Simply walking into a building & sitting in attendance  because you want her cheeks isn't impressive.* Shit's corny as fuck, to me a dude, so imagine what her take is.

You give a shit because you want to fuck, that's why 90% men pay attention to women they don't know & hand out attention that's not earned, that's why you acknowledged her existence vs literally everyone else (male & female) with a level of EFFORT you wouldn't show your own mother.

This stranger didn't earn your attention, you gave it to her because you were that easy: Typical but 100% natural. Just say that & stop tryna make it something it's not. 

The issue is People get caught up in how cold that sounds, regardless that it is 100% fucking true reality and then start mentally contorting their own intentions tryna to make it sound noble or some shit. 

 And then after the marriage, that perfectly painted rationale you fabricated suddenly crumbles under it's own weight. 

Because NOW she's not a mystery anymore and neither are you. Hence the divorce statistics. (women of God give off a different energy,  or vibe), ie. Church women are different....pffft OH fuuuuck off. Clearly you've never been part of more than one church family, you'd know that shit was a damn lie. 

 ESPECIALLY with the older women. The only thing most church women of the modern era do, is give it away to men/women they actually want, get older & past their prime and then make suckers like him wait for it because they  now they're women of god all of a sudden, and ONLY when it's convenient and AFTER they're not getting action like they used to. 

 Bro want to sell his own bullshit to himself. Sees a fine mama on the street, he then does cardio. Absolute fucking NPC. Zero agency or fortitude, way too easy of a male. Complete drone. Very young on the brain, eager to create some regrets he can easily avoid, fuck ya life up with a smile on some bullshit. but at least you can say you got to hit, for whatever that's worth This kind of dude is what Divorces were made for, he'd get burnt and go MGTOW or some stupid crap. 

 He'll be 3 divorces in life, and still chasing that Disney template. 

 Wish the video was about that tool instead of wings. 3min in, and  literally i mean 3:00 on the dot, and he's getting on my last nerves. And why vent about this shit to wings of all people, like he has ANY wisdom to bestow. 

 Because what i'm saying right now? Is what Wings should be saying so he can help this mook wake the fuck up.

Because this is how you waste women's time, for real. Young bucks jumping through hoops for a short term release, when an older mama likely wants something real, authentic in the longterm.  

 Wings neglects his wife in almost every way, it's public record. So WHO in their right fucking mind shares that kind of TMI with WingsofRedemption of all people??! Lmfao Truly a moron

[marsupieaux]

Using this inaugural grad school tumblr post to just yell about my woes bc idk, life is objectively not bad but I am really feeling the frustrations of living in a new city and the time crunch of only having 2 years in this mf.. mostly just feel old and lonely, and I can't think of a sadder more pathetic combo ~

on the plus side: i've never been hotter in my entire life, i finally found a groove and a crumb of inspiration in my coursework, arguably had the best summer of my life meeting new friends, and even more debatedly experienced a type of romantic connection for the first time in nearly a decade that i actually believed in.

what sucks is a lot, but lets start with that this masters program is presenting a lot more annoying and (frankly) heartbreaking challenges than i anticipated that have fractured my perception of this place and my purpose being here. i had such high hopes and expectations and truly just fantasized about this opportunity for years, and now that i'm here, i just feel more let down than inspired. at least for right now. i don't know if this is for me; i feel like i can be successful at it, forsure, but i end most days feeling empty inside. at least a little bit. i'm adding all these caveats bc it's true, some days and mb even quite often i can find something positive about this experience and how i'm growing bc of it, but good lord.. i do not fuck with at least half of the people im obligated to interact with in this program, everybody kinda already has their own people and i don't feel like there's opportunity for me to actually find friends to be with, and the coursework itself was off to a bumpy start and is just not giving what i thought it would. i'm mustering up the patience to push thru this bc i know it's not even a month in, but fuck! i'm lonely and old and i only have 2 years here to make the most of it.

secondly, and i'm probably gonna just word-vomit right now bc i'm still not entirely sure of what to make of things, but i definitely got my little heart broken recently. i started going on dates with a guy in an open relationship, and long story short, i for some reason was led to believe that maybe i could be his boyfriend too. it turns out that was never the case and probably won't ever be the case. i'm trying to make peace with that fact bc, like, i obviously respect that boundary and the kind of love that this person and their partner have with one another, but fuck! what the fuck were we doing all summer long then? just opening up our hearts to one another, sucking each other's dicks, going on picnic dates, kissing and cuddling in our beds—doing all of this just for fun?

i'll forever be grateful that this person touched my heart and helped me unearth a side of myself that i hadn't experienced in so fucking long. like, just genuinely grateful bc romantic love has felt so weird and shameful and like something i had to forbid myself from experiencing. and so when i got to really feel that feeling again... i felt so lucky and so happy and so grateful. but fuck! now i'm left with lingering hopes and mixed emotions about it all. did he lead me to believe that this could've been something greater? or is it more that i walked into this blithely ignorant, setting myself up for disaster? idk what version of reality stings the most. i wanna believe in not just the goodness of this person's heart but also the righteousness of it, idk. if i liked him so much.. if i trusted him like i did, then how could he do this to me? i say this jokingly but also not, i am just a baby when it comes to dating again. and i also wanna believe that i did the right thing, chased after love rather than ran from it. that i was brave and gentle and that it was okay to let my guard down for once bc i was gonna get the ending that i deserve. i spent years, especially the last 1.75, building myself back up to a place to let this kind of romantic love back into my life. i finally felt confident and ready. to think that i myself made a mistake and played with my own heart... that just makes me hate myself with how much disappointment I feel.

just so im clear with myself, i do believe that i'm coping much better with these stresses in my life much better than i ever would have before. *screams internally* but it sure as FUCK isn't any easier. i think i would be in a much better head space if i felt like i had a stronger network of friends here, but i just don't have that. and my own network of amazing beautiful loving friends and family—they're just so far and have their own things going on. with time, they're all growing more in their romantic partnerships and other friendships nearer to them in a way that's so cool to bare witness, but it also means that i get left further and further behind. im not asking to be more of a priority in their lives by any means, but shit i guess i wish that i even had anybody that saw me in that way. someone or some kind of community that i can feel connected with and love on back. i fear that i don't rly have that anymore. it's hard to find that again in new places, too.

i'm cautiously optimistic. i've been hurt and scorned and disappointed, but i don't think i'll turn (prolongedly, incessantly) weak or sour. life is always gonna remind me that i can't have it all, but god damn it, this is all that i got. i'm gonna find the wherewithal to persevere even if it means fashioning out of my ass the inspiration and purpose to keep going. like mitski said, you kinda just have to buckle up and take the good that comes with the bad. so if these first few weeks i find myself white knuckling my way to peace and happiness, then so fucking be it. by any means necessary, im gonna be okay.

i'm gonna be okay.

[swtki]

Enemy - E. C

Pairing: Edward Cullen x Vampire! Fem! Reader

Summary: Edward meets his seductress once again

Warnings: Smut, 18+ content, banter between muses, femdom, Sub! Edward, not in an alternate universe just set in the seventies, Volturi! Reader, oral (m), mention of Edward being killed, swearing of course, Vaginal sex, kinda dubcon but not really? Public alley sex.

A/N: Edward smut is hard you mfs better love this.

If he had a working heart, he was sure it would be pounding so loud the whole city could hear. He sat on his balcony, eyes scanning the crowded Paris streets. To find her, the woman who was to destroy him. Alice had warned him just a week ago, her vision being one of chaos and pain. Behind it all, was a womans face. Not just any face however, it was Y/N. A member of the Volturi, whose heart was set on pulling him limb from limb. Everyone in the house had decided it would be best if Edward were to depart from their permanent home, flee to Paris for a short time. He was akin to being alone, but to be alone while watching over your back 24/7 was not the same. While he hated every second of his existence; He knew that if he were to give up and let her kill him, she would surely only continue to his family. He couldn’t let that happen, so he kept moving in the shadows. She wouldn’t move on until she had his head.

He racked his brain, trying to figure out a long term plan as this could only work for so long. She was strong, killing her wouldn’t be easy nor would it be something he wanted to do. Perhaps he could change her mind, he could talk her down from her dedication.

He sighed, walking into the main room and grabbing his jacket.

He needed to eat.

The elevator ride down was slow, and he tapped his finger against his thigh. How he hated human life, but at the same time desired it more than anything. Tedious elevators, the need to eat every single day, the need to sleep. The doors finally slid open, allowing him to walk down the lobby and out of his building.

The street was unusually crowded at this time, the past five days the streets were deserted as soon as the clock struck nine-pm. He couldn’t run to the closest forrest or country plaine, he needed to leave the area before they could see him take off.

So, he started walking. Voices filled his head - the French didn’t try to hold back compared to Americans. Thats when he realized, it was friday night. There were people flooding the streets. More specifically, humans flooding the streets.

“Shit.” He breathed out, knowing that he’d not only have to cancel his meal, but interrupt someone else's. He started walking to the loud music, cursing himself for being this stupid. Who other than Edward Cullen would want to find his potential murderer?

As people danced to the music, he slid toward the bar. He ordered a beer to maintain face amongst the others around him.

“Merci.” He started to turn back to the dancing bodies, but stopped when he heard the order the bartender was receiving.

“Un whisky et un verre de ce champagne.“ The man said, waiting for his drinks to be prepared. Thats when Edward realized. He had ordered champagne. Both the human man and the bartender had thought it was weird someone would order champagne in a club like this. But she always ordered champagne, always. It was what she would tell her victims to order before she took them outside.

He watched the man take the drinks, hoping he was wrong about the partner. He cursed as he realized he wasn’t. She drank, flirted, and of course lured him outside. Throwing some coins on the bartop, he quickly followed. But, he was too late. Her body was flush against the human mans, she was having a bloody good meal. Edward would be lying if he didn’t debate joining her.

“I see you’re still denying your nature.” She pulled off of him, letting the body drop as she stood still.

“I see you’re still wearing red so you don’t need to worry about stains.” He replied. She smiled and turned to him, looking him from head to toe. “I don’t know why you still despise me after all these years, Y/N.” her smile faded.

“Despise you? No, Edward I quite admire you.” She walked over to him and pressed her hand to his shoulder, “I really do think you’re one of the strongest of our kind. You could be stronger, but you suppress yourself. You drink rats blood, while I drink how our kind is meant to. Shame, really.” She walked behind him and her hand wrapped around his neck. He couldn’t move, her powers overtook him. “Imagine the life you and I could lead if you would just submit”. He shuddered at the last word. He was always a sucker for her when it came to seduction and she knew it.

“What do you want?”

“Oh, nothing much. I just want the natural order to be restored.” She smiled and kissed his neck sofly. “Imagine yourself, in Italy with the most powerful of our kind. You could have me every night - for the rest of eternity.” his eyelashes fluttered as she continued kissing his neck. “Do you want to see how good it would feel to be with me every night?”

“Please.” He whimpered. Thats all she needed to release him from her grasp and push him against the dark brick wall. Their lips connected as if they were puzzle pieces, moving in perfect harmony with each other. She pulled away, slithering down on her knees, she was going to make him realize how much he needed her.

“Shall I?” She asked, running her hand up his thigh softly.

“Yes, God, please.” Edward begged, she loved hearing him beg for her touch.

“You always were weak when it came to sex, wonder if you still moan at the smallest, little,” Her hand groped his growing cock. His stomach fluttered with pleasure, and he couldn’t hold his moan, “Touch. Edward, you can read my mind, you can see what I have planned.” He looked inside her head, seeing the pleasure she could inflict upon his body if he would just wave a white flag.

As she took off his trousers, he debated surrendering or not. Was she worth living a life he wanted nothing more than to shun? Every time they saw each other, the sex was electric almost. She made him feel like a prey being hunted by a predator, and he loved that. As much as he hated to admit it, part of the reason he kept turning down the offer was because he didn’t want to ruin the cat and mouse relationship. He knew she loved the chase, that was why she was so persistent. But did he still feel a hatred towards her? Yes. He had seen her slaughter entire groups because she didn’t get her way. But tonight, he decided, he would wave a white flag and lower it once the sun rose.

He snapped back to reality, she hooked her fingers around the waistband of his briefs, looking up at him through her long lashes. He looked down, beginning to place his hands on her head, but was stopped by her pinning him to the wall. Her gift was useful in many situations.

Tugging down, she smiled when his dick was finally isolated. He was all hers tonight, he was painfully hard for her and only her. Her hand grasped the shaft, pumping a few times before licking a long stripe up. He made a moan of pleasure and she rewarded him with taking his length down her throat. She gagged and felt his hips buck, making her withdrawal.

“Wait-” He began.

“No, you broke the rules. What did I tell you about greed, Edward?”

“That it had no place in our sex life.” She smiled and stood, slapping his cheek a few times.

“Dress. We’ll be going to my hotel room, you may not deserve anything, but I do.” He rushed to pull up his pants and follow her.

She pushed him down on the bed as soon as the door was shut, lifting her dress up, she straddled him.

“Imagine, you agree and this is every night for the rest of our time.” Pulling down his pants she spat on her hand and guided him to her slick cunt. He slid in with ease, making her eyes roll into her skull. He could hear her mind scramble as she slowly rocked her hips. “Feel so fucking good, shame you have to be so fucking stupid.”. He was sure if he had blood he would have just bitten it and bled out. She was so fucking hot, watching her nails dig into his firm stomach. He adored her from this angle, especially when she didn’t even bother to to take her clothes off.

“Can I touch you, please?” She smiled and nodded, letting his hand move so his thumb could skillfully rub her clit, making the coil in her stomach tighten. Her movements got faster, and he heard her mind beg for more. He slightly lifted his hips while continuing his fingers. Her orgasm washed over her, causing her to scream out in pure bliss. She stopped her hips, swinging her leg over his body and straightening her dress. He looked at her in confusion, he still hadn’t cum.

“You can cum when you agree to join me. I had my fun, now leave.” She said coldly. He pulled his pants back up, stumbling back to the apartment he had spent every night and day in. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t consider saying yes to her.

As long as it was her

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[aizawaskittenwhore]

𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴

≛ 𝘧𝘵. 𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶, 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰, 𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴.

≛ 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵. 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵.

≛ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴: 1𝘬

≛ 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢 /𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨/𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘥𝘰𝘮 (𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪), 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 18. 𝘥𝘶𝘩.

𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶:

i’m gonna be honest

that whole “innocent bby deku🥺” shit is played out. this man will demolish your pussy and will not apologize for it.

izuku has the full capacity to be rough in bed, so don’t let his sweet and demure presence fool you

he’s really into overstim surprisingly enough

watching you stir and keen as you cum again for the third time in a row fills him with a sense of pride

knowing nobody else could make you whine like this, make you sputter and stumble over each word, make you cream all over the dick the way he does

he also adores fucking you to the point where you can’t form a comprehensible sentence

he’ll give you deep, slow strokes while holding a bullet vibe directly to your swollen clit, pine eyes sparkling as he watches you plead for him to stop, yet buck your hips into him, chasing another orgasm.

calls you bunny instead of puppy bc ew

“you’re so insatiable, bunny. you like it when i—ah, fuck!—tease your pussy like this? ‘like it when i take what’s mine?”

the pleasure is overwhelming, insurmountable as he brings you to that prepice over and over again until you’re crying.

he’ll then flip you onto your stomach, hands digging into the dimples and slopes of your hips before absolutely impaling you on his length

he’s thick, and comes in at a solid 6-7 inches, so you’re always sore after a round or two

also

breeding kink. like a major one.

izuku wasn’t always the most confident in his abilities as a boyfriend let alone a lover

so when you started letting him cum inside you it was a huge boost

likes breeding you before work so he can think about the guys that hit on you in the break room smelling the scent of sex all over your body as you walk past them, sticky white fluid creeping down the leg of your pantyhose.

he couldn’t keep other guys from looking at you, but he could damn sure remind you of who you belonged to.

oh, and he’ll slide two fingers in once he’s done and scoop as much of his cum between them as possible before slipping them in your mouth so he can watch you suck it all off

this mf is possessive and nasty.

𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰:

facefucking.

that’s it. send tweet

nah but in all seriousness, katsuki loves watching your eyes well up with tears as you squeeze and milk his dick for all it’s worth.

he’s a good 7-7.5 inches

not an insane amount of girth but the length more than compensates for it

most definitely uses it as a punishment

and isn’t afraid to do it while you’re in public either

which brings us to his exhibition kink

he’s very prideful when it comes to his reputation as a hero, so you would think that it would keep him from doing anything scandal worthy

wrong

it only adds to the searing arousal he gets from watching your tongue fondle his sensitive head, knees bruised from being beneath him for so long

it’s a power trip for him, especially if he’s in costume

depending on your behavior, he’ll be generous and let you swallow while praising your performance

or he’ll wrap a hand around the back of your neck, slide your mouth off of his spit-soaked cock, and stroke himself until his cum splatters all over your eyelashes, fully debauching you in the desolate alleyway

he’s made you walk back home with cum all over your face before, after you’d been particularly bratty over the course of a week

“katsuki! i can’t walk back home like this, what if someone notices?!”

“should’ve thought about that before you decided to visit me while you weren’t wearing any fuckin’ panties. nasty little girl...now hurry up and get a move on, and you better not wipe it off either.”

loves the thrill of humiliating you

unrelated, but he’s an ass man through and through, taking such pleasure in watching it jiggle and ripple under each heavy blow he delivers

takes photos of the marks afterwards and has an album for em.

he also loves fucking you on different surfaces around your penthouse (and his agency)

the man is territorial

so what better way to mark his territory than by making his gorgeous girlfriend squirt and cream all over it?

𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰:

babe i am so sorry for your neighbors

cause if there’s nothing else shinsou loves it’s to make you scream

he’s got a corruption kink, but not in the way most people do

he doesn’t give a damn if you’re sweet and innocent, or if you’ve got the mouth of a sailor and could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch

what matters to him is making you lose your composure.

one day you’d been anticipating a call back from a job interview you’d gone to a few days prior

and shinsou just so happened to be observing your blissed-out expression as he ground into you from below, your body atop his

when your damned phone started ringing

being the sly little shit that he is, he saw an opportunity

“answer the phone pretty girl...don’t wanna keep them waiting, do you?”

reaching for your buzzing cell, you press the green ‘accept’ button, raising the device to your ear as you jolt forward

“hello, may i speak to y/n?” a chipper voice chimed through the receiver.

“t-this is sh-she. how can i—ah!—help you?” you garble your words, trying to suppress your moans

hitoshi merely takes this as a challenge, opting to drive into you deeper whilst trying to keep the noise down, it’s less fun when it’s obvious what you two are doing

his dick is thick as FUCK. 6 going on 7 inches but honestly you couldn’t give less of a fuck with the way he’s stretching you

surprisingly enough you managed your way through the phone call, telling the white lie of “helping the neighbors move”

but little did you know this was only the beginning of hitoshi’s new favorite pastime

he’s another exhibitionist too

so uh...good luck with that

remote control vibrators on dinner dates, fingers stuffed deep inside your sloppy cunt while he makes small talk with your mom at the dinner table,

even kneeling beneath your desk and sending you to heaven and back while you’re on a video call with your fucking boss.

he’s addicted to watching you fall apart, and is more than willing to apply that pressure.

𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪:

dabi’s dick would fuck anyone stupid.

let’s make that clear.

it’s canon that he’s got a jacob’s ladder, blah blah blah, but let’s discuss how fucking pretty it is

creeping in at a firm eight inches, and about 4 and a half in girth with a drool-worthy mauve tip, his shaft slightly lighter than the rest of his tanned, unscarred skin

it’s dangerous, barbells running up the underside of his shaft or not

definitely into temperature play

and i’m not talking about that soft shit like warming up his fingers whilst they’re plunging in and out of your sweet center

no no no

that fucker will BRAND you and will not apologize

you’re his pretty little cumdump, and he’ll stake his claim upon your body how ever the hell he pleases

degradation is a given.

“—what a fuckin’ whore. tch, you really think you deserve this dick?”

“how about you get on your knees and beg for it then if you’re so damn needy.”

“quit your god damn whining, or i swear i’ll leave you spread out on this fuckin’ bar for shiggy to find. maybe i’ll even get a promotion for giving him such a slutty little bitch to use.”

“what’s wrong? does it hurt sweetheart? can’t take it after you talked all that shit earlier?” you shake your head no, thighs trembling as you struggle to maintain the position dabi’s folded you into. “...good.” he smirks, eyes gleaming with malice before pounding you to filth, cries spilling from your mouth as you beg for release, knowing he won’t give it to you.

making you cry? a specialty of dabi’s. your tears get him harder than anything; to watch your lips quiver as you sniffle, wiping away tears while he palms himself through his sweats

has shown you off to shigaraki, and will not hesitate to tongue your fluids off his digits while carrying on a full conversation with the other man.

after all, when you know your toy’s better than someone else’s, you tend to brag.

𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪:

speaking of this mf

he’s the reason gamer boys get the rep of having massive dicks

cause god damn did you not expect this man to be slinging around eight bordering on nine inches of dick. four and a half to five inches of girth. poor you.

he’s also got a penchant for angry sex, so if that’s not enough of an indication that you’re going to have trouble walking afterwards i don’t know what is

but one thing he loves more than taking you apart piece by piece and cumming inside of you with zero remorse?

doing it when he’s in the middle of a game, and he’s online with the party’s voice chat.

“mmm—god, you really will do anything i tell you....swallowing every inch while these guys get to listen, and you’re not even embarrassed, you’re getting off on it!”

“i love little sluts like you, always doing whatever it takes just to have a cock pry them open at all times. that’s what you are, right? my little slut, made for me to do whatever i want to.”

yes, he’s made you whine so sweetly for him, cry as you beg him to touch you, while he plays fucking valorant.

and you can’t count how many times he’s mocked the way you gag and choke on his massive length while he played genshin impact with random guys online.

is a sucker for a good set of nudes, and isn’t afraid to ask for them on a regular basis

plus he just likes taking pictures/videos of you in general, saving them to a private album of his phone for him to use when you’re not there

he may parade you around as though you’re a lifeless fuckdoll, but if nothing else he’s possessive, and would rather relive the pain of losing to all might than let another man see you the way he does

but i’ll be honest, tomura’s not always a teasing, possessive, vindictive asshole with a huge dick.

he’s also a teasing, possessive, vindictive asshole with a thing for being dominated....and a huge dick.

see, it balances out!

it started with a bet that if he lost another round of mortal kombat you got to peg him

it took a lot of convincing, but he agreed to the terms, certain he’d win regardless

and after button smashing like your life depended on it with subzero, you managed to secure the win.

a grin stapled itself to your face after being treated to two hours of tomura’s incessant sobs and wails

“mhm—please...i can’t take it—ah! fuck, fuck, fuck! right there!”

“don’t make me work for it, i promise you’ll never be player two again, just please let me cum—m’ so close..”

game nights are always fun with him, you can count on it.

𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴:

my god my god

i’m gonna say it right now: keigo doesn’t eat pussy for you.

he does it for him.

and that makes all the difference in the fucking world when he’s pulling you to sit on his face

scruff scratching at your inner thighs deliciously as he makes you squirt alllll over aforementioned facial hair, rolling your hypersensitive clit between soft lips and a fluid tongue

he could stay between your thighs for hours and hours on end

will propose to devour you in the most inappropriate of places

and honestly? isn’t the least bit ashamed about it. elevators, in front of large office windows just a few stories above the street where you’re just barely visible to the people below,

on endeavor’s decorative towels after he spread them out on the floor so he could fuck you senseless on top of them, etc.

the flame hero had pissed him off earlier, and he needed to exert some petty rage. this was most sensible use of his energy.

also in case it wasn’t obvious: breeding kink. duh.

no thoughts head empty just hawks begging to breed you during his rut

“come on pretty girl, let me make you a momma....can’t wait to stuff you full of my chicks....”

he blushes so deeply when he’s close to cumming

and boy does he fucking whine

dick is just as pretty as he is, he’s a good 6 inches with a three inch girth; tip flushed and pink

definitely cherishes intimacy during sex

and will certainly go out of his way to make sure you feel comfortable/desired

he could have all the money/fame in the world

and it still wouldn’t compare to the feeling of your thighs suffocating him while he slurps at your cunt like it’s his last meal.

[firstkokon0is]

tokrev characters when you did the “i told you to look good today” prank to them

lol this trend is quite old but its been on my mind lately but yall can request sum goods to me😁👍

tw: heavy swear words and grammar errors

characters: draken, mikey, mitsuya, baji, chifuyu, hakkai, takemichi.

gn reader

DRAKEN

the moment those words came out of your mouth he just stared at you

while you’re smiling idiot

he will literally just stare at you

“yea same to you” showing a annoying smile

he get the situation, HE KNOWS HE LOOK GOOD SO THIS AINT GNNA WORK

you guys just laugh it off, you didn’t even told him that it was just a prank because he already knew it but will still ask you in the middle of your date

“hey is my style in clothes really aint that good? were you serious? i mean its not that bad…..” he said while looking himself up through his phone camera

“nope, i thought you get the joke but oh well……ken, you look so good everytime yk even if u wear nothing u still can pull it off” you told him and smack his bald head playfully

“yea yeaa i would’ve gone feral if u went and bash my hair instead of my clothes so thats a relief” he respond with a smile

“ken why this hair-”

“aight im leaving”

“no hakahajwlwbsha”

took the joke very well

MIKEY

he spent hours looking for good clothes for this date, there’s clothes everywhere in his room and still “damn…..there’s nothing to wear”

AND WHEN U TOLD HIM THOSE WORDS???

he just pout, told you that he’s sorry, and he spent hours looking for something to wear to match your style and many more reasons

pls apologize to him

but when you told him that its a prank he just pout and said “not a good joke y/n i know you were lying because i really look good, i knew its was a prank”

just agree with him lol

will think of pranks that he could do to you for revenge, literally stressing about it while on the date with you

he wants to say the same thing to you but he can’t because you look beautiful today, just for him, and will smile just looking at you

while walking to the park he will even ask himself “does my style really match them?” “should i be the one to adjust and put my taste on clothes higher?” “i should ask mitsuya about fashion things” his mind is just filled with questions

“mikeyyyyyyy, you look good today i was just doing a silly prank im sorry if that made you feel bad, not gonna lie you’re drippy as fuck”

“i know i know im gonna prank you next time real hard” he said “if i catch you we’re gnna switch wardrobes” he said as he started to chase you around the park

in the end he came over to your place and explore your wardrobe and tried your clothes, he even stole some of your hoodies and shirts.

MITSUYA

overthinks

this mf thinks he looks good no matter what

duh he’s a designer

“well y/n i think you’re right, and i should style you sometimes dont you think?”

your hand went to your mouth so fast

he laughed at your reaction and hug you

“just kidding you look good, we look good i know that trend damn thats old” he said

you smack him playfully for that, his reaction is normal but because of that he wants to be more stylish

he can take a joke yk

after a lot of overthinking he suggests to shopping with you

even though he have some knowledge about designing and how to look good he thinks your taste in clothes is so good

will think that he’s right for you and you’re right for him

he’s your 4lyferss😩

BAJI

he will give you that “excuse me” face with a hand oh his chest because he’s offended as fuck.

“babe stop fooling people, and yourself we both know i look good”

“you dare to bash my drip hell no baby”

will brag his clothes for like 15 minutes just to prove what you’re saying is wrong

“this shirt i brought this online with a nice fabric its not cheap mf”

“my pants, you see this huh? see those sutffs on tiktoks where they style their own pants i did this shit its so cool”

“now now, baby see this shoes? oh dont even get me started but hey you look nice today hehe can i take you on our date now?”

he went from being defensive and screaming proving his shit right to his signature smile

by just that he already made your day, you really cant out keisuke baji

because he is baji, he will look good for you, and you look good for him, he will joke you around, tease you a lot, you will also do the same to him.

100% can take a fucking joke. and it will be like a competition to him.

CHIFUYU

confused baby

im sure you feel a lot of guilt rn

because baby panicked

will suggest to go back to his house and change his clothes if you want

pls apologize 😭

almost cried because he thinks he’s a bad boyfriend again lol

will spat a lot if reason like, he’s in hurry, he’s been overthinking this date since last night.

but boy he look good actually he has drip

“nononono baby, you look good i just saw the thing on tiktok so i thought it will be funny but damn im sorry i-” you didn’t even finish when he laughed

“ohhhhhh yeaaaa that trend fuck, how could i forget, nice one you got me there god dammit ill take revenge sometimes” he said laughing slightly

well he’s always on tiktok, have some few vid too, actually some went viral bc of takemichi being dumb

just like mitsuya too, will suggest to just go shopping with him and tell him what kind of clothes that you’re interested in

would love to buy your clothes for you but he’s just a broke middle schooler but he promised you that both of you will shopping someday

he took that prank seriously but when he knew that it was a joke its fine

life goes on for him

HAKKAI

oh my god please y/n why

you always complement his style because its true he has some style

after you told him that he will just scratch the back of his neck and said

“my other clothes are still wet haha…..i mean i dont look bad i mean……”

apologize, drop on your knees and do it.

nah jk

u gave in a small laugh and said sorry to him

he know about this trend actually but he never actually expect you to have the guts to do that to him

he knew about his shy personality and he knew that you know about this

he’s not offended just taken by surprise that you actually did that to him

“well anyways i dont care about me you look good today y/n”

you immediately regret saying those stuffs to him bc he’s sweet hot and respectful

but its a joke anyways he enjoyed the silly joke

he knew he look good lmao

yuzuha will be hearing this

she will prolly scold you for doing that

are you gnna repeat the silly prank again?

TAKEMICHI

💀💀💀💀💀

he will run

run back to his home attack his wardrobe and find a good clothes

ofc you feel bad so you followed him

you saw him looking for a new clothes to wear

you told him its a prank but he still didn’t want to go out looking like that

so you just decided to style him yourself

he thinks you’re right

he looks bad, his style is not it

but overall happy for pranking him and making him realize that he need to be as your same style

“takemichi, look i dont care…..whoever told you that you look bad i will kick their face, to me what ever you wear your fun personality and the reason that i fell inlove with you wont disappear” you put a hand on the top of his head and he just

cried.

“im sowwyyy- i- i cant look good- fuck ughhghuh- please dont leave me i-” he’s crying mess on your chest

“STOP CRYING DAMMIT YOU ALWAYS LOOK GOOD,”

you will never prank him again

no pls dont do it again

[peakyblindersxx]

whiskey business - john shelby x reader (part 8 of ?)

gif by @thesoldiersminute can i send you a cake or something cause fuCk!!!!!!!!!!! he's beautiful

a/n: to everyone still reading this fic, my sweet angels, ily!! this fic is so near and dear to my heart and @stxdyblr-2k has just done such an amazing job with it i can't even thank her enough. as per the last part, this one is also mostly her, just me editing but i hope you guys love it as much as i did!!! don't worry, there's gonna be a lot more :) and i apologize for being not as active, i'm gonna try to get a couple of requests up that i'm really excited about this week tysm for being patient with me <3

love, abi xxx

read part one two three four five six seven | my masterlist

prompt: ada has some talking to do, and you're not about to deny her.

warnings: fluff, semi-angst, tommy being the cocky mf he is (let's be real, it's only acceptable cause he's so damn fine), john being cute and in love and jesus i am head over heels

tagging: @datewithgianni, @mayaslifeinabox, @deepdonutkid, @springsoulofengland, @lilymurphy03, @operation-spot

You had planned to go to Ada's after work, but she obviously had other ideas. She didn't even bother walking in and asking to speak to you; instead, choosing to bang on the window closest to your desk and yelling at you to "fucking hurry up!" Your boss opened the door for you expectantly, not offering you any protection; he was firmly in the Shelby's ever growing pocket and as long as he could go home to his children, his sickly wife and their six bed in the country, with a full time nurse and nanny, he had no interest in crossing Thomas.

"Ada, I was coming to see you after work, I swear."

"I know. I was going to let you but..." She trailed off. "We need to talk. I don't know what the fuck is going on with you. John said he'd seen you last night and you asked after me."

John had indeed seen you last night. It was strange waking up with him, used to leaving almost immediately after he was finished with you. Your small bed could barely comfortably fit you both, having to intertwine your limbs with John's to not fall off the edge. You had awoken to John pressing a kiss to your forehead before lazily trailing his fingers between your legs, waiting for you to open your eyes before settling between your thighs, tongue swirling around your clit, making you cum before sunrise.

"Do we have to do this in the street?" You practically begged, the shouting having attracted onlookers.

"I wanted to talk to you before anyone else in the family gets to you because I need you to be honest."

"Ada-"

"No, I'm doing you a favour here, so you fucking listen. Right now, between you and I, no bullshit. No tactics. No white lies. You have to tell me exactly what we're dealing with." She looked frantic, scared for some reason.

You nodded, walking her down the side street, careful not to link arms with her. You knew she was doing you a favour; this wasn't about forgiveness or friendship, much more was at stake here.

"To what extent was Thomas involved?"

That took you off guard. Ada read the confusion on your face and sighed impatiently, her subtle plea for you to keep up.

Shit. You remembered your conversation with John, how she thought this was her brother's way of pushing her out of the company.

"Don't spare my feelings. What did my brother say to you?"

"He said it was in our mutual interest that you didn't find out. He didn't care who John slept with but cared who you trusted so I had to trust him. He said there was no point in upsetting you over one of John's conquests who he'd tire of in a month."

"That all?"

"Pretty much, I didn't know Arthur knew. He never talked to me about it, did laugh at Thomas' digs now that I think on it-"

"Did you know Isaiah and Michael knew?"

"I thought they were aware but no one ever talked to me about it."

"Of course they wouldn't." She hissed, frustration causing a nerve on her neck to jump.

Ada and you had spoken for years about the rampant misogyny of her brothers and any men you two came into contact with. Although you were both far more reserved than you used to be as rebellious and adventurous thirteen year olds, you'd both grew increasingly angry at how you were treated. She'd long written off her brothers as womanisers, who saw women as purely sexual and entertaining, objectifying them. You both long despised how they dehumanised women. She was amazed that Thomas had attempted to settle down and managed a somewhat loving marriage, but resented him for his carelessness and need for power which inevitably killed his wife.

"Ada, I just want to say..." You licked your lip nervously, unsure of how to continue.

"You need to talk, Y/N. No bollocks."

"Before last night, he'd never been to mine or called. I always went to him."

The muscle in her jaw tensed.

"You slept with him last night then?" You met her question with silence and she rolled her eyes. "The second he said he saw you I knew you had, he wanted to tell me that he was going to continue seeing you and that he hoped I'd be able to accept it one day."

"We never intended to hurt you. It was meant to be fun at first, but now..." You cut yourself off with a sigh, unable to admit you'd fallen for her brother.

"Isn't fun for me. It's fucking embarrassing." She paused, lighting a cigarette, nervous to offer you one, conflicted within herself. She raised her eyebrow, prompting you to continue, the mannerism so similar to her brother’s.

"It should never have happened. I am never going to be able to fix this, I'm so fucking ashamed for doing this to you, Ada."

She sulked, silently drinking in your words.

"Obviously it's not going to be the same, yeah? I'm really fucking upset. I'm so fucked off with you but Poll's really worried about a coup. She thinks you're being used as blackmail against John to keep him on side with Tommy while he expands."

"Makes sense."

"You're part of a much bigger game, you know?"

You nodded. "Yeah, and I knew I would lose from the start. Fucking tragic, Ada."

"My brothers keep pushing, keep growing the business. They keep chasing this prize but I don't think it even exists."

"If it does, it isn't worth it if this shit is the cost. I didn't mean to play into his hands."

"You couldn't have known." She said with a shrug, " 'Siah thinks John loves you."

"He told me last night." Several times, this morning also. You would never tire of hearing him moan those words into your neck or being yelled from your front door as he left for the office.

"You love him, don't you?" She said bluntly, a statement more than a question, your face suddenly hot with embarrassment.

Everything you'd suppressed for months, everything that you'd hidden, every time you lied smiling, every knowing glance from a stranger, every degrading comment from under Thomas' breath.

"I do, an awful lot."

She pauses, relighting her cigarette, "The worst thing about the entire situation is it could've been fine if someone told me. I wouldn't have loved it, obviously, but-" Ada sighed, rubbing her temple with her free fingers.

"I thought you'd hate me."

"How could I? I'd be more angry that you'd drop your standards for my brother. Seriously? Him? Mate…."

"Come off it, I've always thought he was charming. He's funny, smart-"

"Don't gush over my brother, it's grim. I'm just so fucked off you all lied to me." She peered at you through her cigarette smoke. "If you love him and he loves you..." she pressed her lips together as she tensed her jaw, "I could get over it. If it'd make you both happy. But that's going to take a long time. A long time."

"Ada-"

"Look I have meetings and shit to sort, I have to run." She interjected, checking her wristwatch, adjusting the cap which sat atop her trendy short haircut. You caught her arm before she could turn away.

"Thank you. For understanding."

She shrugged you off, "I don't get it, I'd never do that to you. But you also don't get to choose who you're attracted to. I'm really hurt, but I do love you and John a lot. He mentioned that after last night you helped him, got him cleaned up. I have to believe that you both do love each other. So I have to believe that this is a good idea for you both and not stand in your way."

"I love you, Ada. Can we hang out soon, just us two?"

She shook her head. "I need some time, I'll be in touch, yeah?"

You nod, stretching out your pinky finger. She sighed and linked it with hers, as you'd done since you were children, a silent signal to each other after a fight that you still had the other's back.

"Right, I've got to get back to this meeting, Tom is getting done by Polly for nearly getting John killed. I need to be there in case one of the lads needs patching up."

"Your aunt has a nasty left hook, I'll give her that."

"She'll be pleased you think so, she wanted Tommy to slice you to bits for crossing me."

"Fuck’s sake, thanks for the warning, I'll keep my head down. Good luck with the meeting."

Ada nodded and you watched her walk away, a Blinder suddenly appearing by her side seemingly from nowhere. This city was crawling with them. They clambered into Ada's car as you watched the car disappear into the distance before walking back to work. Thankfully, with your head still attached to your shoulders.

*******

Ada arrived at Thomas' estate, following the swell of shouting voices to his exquisite library. It was eye roll worthy and typical Tommy to choose the location of his post-fuckup debrief to be where he had the best view of the gardens, river and rolling hills. She could bet he'd sit in a corner and stare at the view, zoning out their aunt's lecture.

An armed blinder she vaguely recognised opened the door. Thomas was making a statement today with the armed guards, she noted. Her brothers really were fucked up. Arthur was an alcoholic killer who couldn't understand that Thomas would betray them all eventually, Finn was letting the tokyo and the razor chasers that circled him distract him from keeping the family together, John was apparently in love with her best friend, and finally, Thomas nearly got Arthur and John murdered last night with his foolishness. At this point only herself and Polly were holding everyone together, keeping everything silently moving along.

The door opened, and she was the last to arrive, Polly glaring as she murmured an apology, standing next to Finn. His eyes were bloodshot, grey-purple smudges under his eyes, he'd obviously had a heavy night. The last thing the poor lad needed was Polly's shrill yelling and the blinding sun streaming through the large immaculately crafted windows, which he'd tried to block with the brim of his cap. John caught her eye, acknowledging his sister with a nod, which she returned with a small tight smile.

Ada couldn't bear to think about the reasoning behind her brother's smug interjections in between Polly's rant to Thomas who was listening wordlessly, smoking.

Y/N and John? It didn't make sense. They had a similar sense of humour, sure, but she was far too intelligent for him. He also had a swarm of children, while Y/N preferred a wild night out only staggering home at daybreak.

It made far more sense for Y/N to end up with Michael, or if it had to be a brother, Finn. They were younger, so had less responsibilities and commitments so they could keep up with her. But John? Of course she knew he was believed to be the Casanova of her brothers, he was kind, he was an excellent father, yet he could never keep anyone around long, usually John was chasing someone new after a month or so. That's why the revelation that John had been involved with her best friend for almost half a year had taken her completely by surprise. Maybe that was why she was open to them being together. That had to be it. This relationship was completely out of character for John; she needed to believe that he was serious about his feelings towards Y/N and wasn't going to fuck her over. Because if he did, John would be a dead man.

"I don't know why you're all bleating at me. Yeah, I overlooked some details in the planning of last night's meeting-"

"Such as warning us that they were really fucked off because you'd helped bomb their warehouse." John pointed out.

"What do you want me to do? Apologise? Grow up, John." Tommy snapped back.

"They had loaded guns against their heads, they deserve an apology." Ada interjected, John giving her an appreciative flash of smile. She did love her big brother. Despite the fact that she'd pretty much only been yelling at him for the past month, John never dismissed her feelings and only apologised. It was confusing to admit to herself, but when Isaiah told her that he was confident John loved Y/N, she felt a wave of relief. At least he cared about her; it was the bare minimum but the Shelbys were notorious for not even meeting the bare minimum for acceptable social interactions.

"They didn't fuckin’ get shot." Thomas stated, his voice matter of fact and condescending.

"Do you ever hear yourself speak?" Polly spit back at him. "They didn't get shot this time. But it was too fucking close."

"It won't happen again, Polly." Tommy sighed. "What else can I say? Sorry lads, take the weekend off?"

"It's a good start." Arthur countered, "You're also paying for the extension on my house and my wedding."

"Fuck’s sake Arthur I was joking. But fine. Sure."

"You can't buy your family off." Polly scoffed at him.

"Think of it as compensation, a settlement." Thomas coolly corrected his aunt. "What do you want, John? A fucking farm?"

John hesitates while Finn whispered suggestions to him, Ada meeting his stare, John raising a brow to her in question. She sighed and nodded her approval.

"You can pay off my mortgage Tom, give me the kids' birthdays off-"

"So you'd never come into work then?" Finn cut in, Ada elbowing him in the ribs. She usually enjoyed Finn's remarks but she knew where John was heading; she could barely breathe.

"Tom, you're also to leave Y/N completely alone. If you have a problem with her, you come to me about it." He said firmly.

Arthur and Tommy traded knowing looks, obviously more aware of the ins and outs of his relationship than Ada was.

"Also if you're paying for Arthur's wedding I want the equivalent in cash." He adds.

Tommy shrugged. "Whatever. As long as we can move past last night and focus on today's order of business."

John nodded, satisfied. He knew Tom wouldn't care, but just saying out loud that he was involved with Y/N and having his family aware was a relief. He hadn't realised until he finally admitted how stressful keeping his relationship a secret was. Now, he could stop worrying about Tommy interfering.

Polly rolled her eyes, lecturing the brothers on their lack of moral backbone to allow themselves to be bought off, but dismissed them. She caught Ada's arm in hers on their way out, pulling her far from earshot.

"So Y/N and John are together now?" She asked, her face firm and scowling.

"Polls, I talked with her, she's aware of what she's done. She apologised and meant it. What more can I ask for?"

"Her not to have fucked him in the first place."

"She said that. Look, Polls, they're happy right? John seems happy-"

"He always is when he gets a leg over."

"You know she looked after him last night? Fixed him up after the meeting."

"Meeting? It was a fucking set up." Polly hissed but her face had softened. "She cleaned him up?"

"Antiseptic, bandages and all."

Polly looked subtly impressed, although she'd never admit it. "He went to hers? Not yours?"

"He wanted to talk to her." Ada shrugs, "I saw her this morning and-"

"What do you mean? You bumped into her?"

"I went to her work." Ada admitted, her aunt shooting her an exasperated glare.

"Why do I bother? Nobody listens to me."

"I had to talk to her, I'm glad I did. She reckons she loves him, he told her last night that he loves her, so..."

"We are talking about John? Our John?"

"I know Polls, I'm as amazed as you."

Her aunt huffed, unimpressed. "Are you okay with it though?"

"I guess, I just want them to be happy. I've told them to give me time with it."

"She was a good friend growing up, but people change, sometimes for the better, often for the worse."

"Poll, it's Y/N; she's my best friend. At the end of the day, we'd do anything for each other."

"Sweet Ada, you're going to be so miserable if you keep letting people walk all over you." Polly said wisely, kissing her goodbye affectionately. "I hope you're right. If she makes you cry again I'll kill her myself."

"Thanks, Polls."

She knew her aunt wasn't joking.

[weelittleweasley]

defender (g.w.)

prompt as requested by @a-vintage-kat: in your eyes, there was no tolerance for people who were unkind for no reason. that was one of the many reasons george weasley adored you so much.

paring: george weasley x fem! hufflepuff reader

warnings: harassment (that the reader sets MF straight), mild language (like two words)

word count: 2.2k

“That’s not fair, Georgie,” you laughed as George plucked the book from your hands, holding it above his tall stature. You were trying to enjoy the cool fall weather in the courtyard, reading under your favorite tree before George had disrupted your peace. “Give it here, come on,” you stood up and held out your hand, requesting the leather coated book to be placed back in your hands.

Instead, George placed the book on his head and balanced it as he walked carefully as to not make it fall. He jumped on top of one of the courtyard benches, pretending as if it were a balance beam as he walked its length with the book still perched on his head. George chuckled as you called out his name in protest, him walking further and further away from you.

“Georgie, come on, give it back,” you stood and folded your arms, feigning to be cross with him whilst he giggled around the courtyard, tossing the book in the air now and catching it. 

He looked over at you and smiled at the disgruntled pout on your face. “Aw, is my angel upset because her doting boyfriend is giving her a good tease?” he made fun of you as you rolled your eyes, secretly holding back a smile. “You can’t do your work because your dashingly handsome beau is distracting you?” George cooed as he slowly approached you as you threw your head back with a groan in protest. “Give us a kiss,” he puckered his lips mockingly. “Then I’ll give you your book back. Just one little peck and it’s all yours.”

Giving him a hard time, you mad a mad dash in the opposite direction, running away from George. You hear him grumble under his breath with a cheeky laugh before hearing his footsteps not too far behind. You’re being chased now through the courtyard by George, giggling wildly as you run from him. But George’s legs are longer than yours, making him much more agile than you are.

Within mere seconds, you are scooped up into his arms as you squeal. “Gotcha,” he laughs before he drops to the grass, pulling you down with him. The two of you fall onto the lush grass, laugher, entangled in each other as you catch your breaths. George brushes your hair out of your face as you lay on top of him, propping yourself up on his chest. “Hello, gorgeous,” he smiles.

“Hi, Georgie,” you smile back. “My book please,” you reach for the book resting next to him.

But George grabs your hand before you can reach the book. “Ah, ah, where’s my kiss?” he raises his brows as you roll your eyes before smiling. “That’s my angel,” he speaks beneath his breath before grabbing your yellow tie and pulling you down to kiss his lips. You are smiling into the kiss as he tenderly cups your face, inhaling the crispy fall air. You pull away and look into his chocolate brown eyes and melt. “You’re a sight for sore eyes,” George huffs as you pull yourself off of him and get back onto your feet.

You brush the grass off of your skirt as George comes back to his feet. “A sight for sore eyes who is not going to finish her reading assignment on time, thanks to you, Mr. Weasley,” you drop your left eye into a wink as George chuckles, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “Walk me to class?”

George pulls your hand in his before placing a kiss to your knuckles. “My pleasure,” he tells you before grabbing your bag as you hold your two books in your other hand.

The two of you start down the corridors, making light chatter to each other as you lean into George’s side, smiling widely. There was a certain comfort that George brought you unlike any other. He felt like home, but also like a breath of fresh air. Regardless of the situation, George would drop anything if you needed him and that was reassuring to know that you had someone on your side no matter what. And you were fiercely loyal to him and his family. When it came to fights and drama, you liked to steer clear, not really engaging into animosity. But if it involved your friends or family, you would be the first person to defend them, coming in full force. 

It was how George fell in love with you. You stood up for his family when no one else would. Ron, in typical fashion, was getting picked on by the Slytherin quidditch team and in the blink of an eye, you were standing in front of Ron, physically shielding him as you held up your wand defensively at Adrian Pucey’s throat. Your face was red with anger as you threatened to hex him, Pucey immediately halting his taunting as he walked the other way. You had turned to Ron, asking him profusely if he was alright or needed anything. George saw how much you cared for other people, even if you didn’t owe them anything. George admired how you always wanted to do the right thing, even if it put you in harm’s way. 

Like now.

As you walked down the hall, you heard a familiar voice taunt someone. You stopped in your tracks and listened carefully, trying to recognize the voices speaking. “You alright?” George monitored your face as it contorted, trying to figure out what was happening. You held a finger to your lips, trying to signal to him to be quiet. But in typical George fashion, he could read the room very well. “What’s going on?”

“Shhhh, George,” you whispered as you let go of his hand, walking down the hall to see the scene before you.

Cornered in the hall was Hannah Abbot, a young Hufflepuff, clutching onto her book, knuckles white as Cormac McLaggen leaned up against the wall next to her. He spoke low as Hannah tried not to meet his gaze. “Come on, Abbot, I see the way you look at me during Potions. I think asking for a date isn’t unreasonable,” Cormac brushed back a piece of her hair as Hannah shifted uncomfortably. 

Your blood boiled at the scene as you exhaled through your nostrils like a bull about to crash into a matador. It was quite obvious that Hannah, as she should be, was not interested in Cormac’s prospect, but this didn’t stop him from repeatedly asking her for a date, touching her gently on her face as she cringed. “Hold my books, George,” you growled.

George smiled with delight and anticipation as he grabbed the books from your hand as you pulled your wand out of your robes. George was highly excited to watch you kick some ass. “Glady,” he beamed. “Go get him, tiger,” he pat your bum in encouragement. George followed behind you in case you needed back up, but you usually didn’t in these situations.

When you got mad, which wasn’t often, it was a sight to see. You were usually very sweet and kind to people, but only to those who deserved it. To those who didn't, you became a different person. 

“Oi!” you bellowed from down the hall, stomping toward Cormac and Hannah. Hannah’s face instantly relaxed when she saw you coming to her rescue, a relieved look washed over her face. Cormac on the other hand, spun around slowly and gave you a smirk that only made your blood boil more if that was even possible. “Can you not see that Hannah’s not interested in your offer?” you stopped right in front of him.

Cormac smiled at you, mocking you non-verbally. “This conversation doesn’t concern you, (Y/L/N),” Cormac spit as you took another daring step towards him. He took a step back. 

You chuckled angrily, “Oh, I think it does. It’s quite clear by her body language that Hannah is uncomfortable. So how about you stop and walk away now before we have a bigger problem on our hands.” The grip on your wand was iron as you glared at McLaggen who just stood in front of you with his arms crossed. “You alright, Han?” you look at your younger friend with a concerned smile.

Hannah walks away from the wall and walks towards you and George, exhaling a held in breath. “Fine now,” she breathes. “Thank you,” she whispers to you before George takes her hand gently and asks if she needs anything before offering to walk her to class to make sure she gets there with no other interruptions.

Now you and McLaggen were alone and you could have your way with him. 

“Well, you just cost me a date,” Cormac growls at you as you maintain your position, unafraid of the coward before you.

You lift your wand so it is aimed right at McLaggen’s chest as he gulps. “What I did was rescue a poor girl from your maniacal behavior. You are disgusting, you know that? A proper tool,” you spit at him as Cormac rolls his eyes and dares to try and walk away from you. Cormac takes three paces away from you before you call out with a flick of your wand, “Levicorpus!” 

In an instant, Cormac yelps before being hoisted into the air by his ankle at the mercy of your wand. “What in the bloody hell is wrong with you?!” he screams out which soon makes a few students gather and laugh at the scene before them. “Put me down! Right now!”

With a devilish smile, you yell back, “What’s wrong with me? My problem is with you, McLaggen! You never seem to understand when someone isn’t interested. You are gross. Not only for the sake of other’s, but for the sake of yourself, keep it in your pants and hands off, you imbecile!” 

Your taunting makes Cormac writhe, trying to get out of the hex, but to no avail. This only makes him look even more stupid, causing the now audience to point and laugh at Cormac which makes him blush in sheer embarrassment. “Put me down now!” he screams out, failing around wildly.

You hold him there for a few more seconds before George appears at your side. He looks up at Cormac’s position as starts wildly laughing. “Quite the pickle you’ve gotten yourself into, McLaggen!” George calls out as you laugh. 

“Weasley, tell your girlfriend to put me down!” Cormac writhes again, fighting against the hex and clearly losing.

George wraps an arm around your shoulder and kisses your temple, pride swelling in his chest. “Eh, I think you should do as the man says,” George looks at you as you give George a twisted look. “Drop him.”

Your face lights up, Cormac protesting, knowing damn well what’s coming next. “Don’t you dare!” Cormac exclaims.

Before he can say much else, you flick your wrist and Cormac plummets to the ground with a thud. The audience before you erupts with loud laughter as Cormac groans in pain before making his way to his feet. “When will you ever learn,” you start, still holding your wand up as a threat, “that you are repulsive.”

Cormac fixes his robes and glares at you darkly as you stand there, triumphantly smiling. “When will you ever learn that you are just a dimwitted Hufflepuff who will never achieve anything short of failure,” Cormac speaks through gritted teeth before spitting at your feet.

This makes George furious as he lunges towards the younger Gryffindor, about to beat the life out of him. But you place a hand on George’s chest and speak simply, “No, McLaggen,” you smile. “I’ll be hot and successful, while you’ll just be boring, stupid, and bald.”

“Bald? What do you-”

“Calvario!” you cry out.

With a flash of green, all the hair disappears from Cormac’s head. His eyes go wide and he pats the top of his head, in shock that his luscious locks were now gone and replaced with a shiny bald top. The crowd is crying with laughter as Cormac screams in horror and runs the other way and towards the bathrooms.

You stand there in victory, relishing in it all as the audience files away, chatter erupting about how funny it all was and how you gave him what he rightfully deserved. George wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close to him as you started walking down the hall, “You are something else,” he shakes his head as you smile up at him. “I know you can defend yourself, but I still don’t like the way he talked about you and he’s gonna get a personal message from me about it,” George speaks through gritted teeth.

“I think he’s had enough taunting for the day, Georgie. The thought is sweet and although I would love for him to get what he’s owed, it’s okay,” you squeeze the hand that rests on your hip.

George sighs, “I just want you to know that I’m here to protect you as well. I may not do it as well as you, but I’ll protect you no matter what. I want you to know that.”

You smile up at your love and brush his cheek with your thumb. “I do know that, Georgie. Thank you,” you speak as he kisses your palm sweetly, resting his cheek in your hand lovingly. “You’re my person.”

“And you’re mine,” George speaks to you before ducking down to kiss you gently. “Now let’s get you to class before you get yourself into more trouble.”

[leporellian]

was gonna type this out earlier but it is a Very Long Story but. here we go lads and girlies @sparrowsgarden @girldutch

before we begin trigger warning for uh. well a lot of things but child abuse, fatphobia, suicide, and other Fucked Up Shit because this is a WILD fucking ride. also know that i heard abt all this like 2 years ago so this might not be entirely accurate, but all the wild shit that happens is true trust me.

also trust me i learned all abt this from my beanie baby special interest i didn't go 'ohhhh shittt time to make myself deeply familiar with the life and times of ty warner, ceo of toy company ty inc' like it just happened like this and i remember it because it's insane.

under a read more because it's long as fuck. tldr: Everything Fucking Happens at Ty Inc and Businessmen Are Insane

so the first thing you need to know about the toy industry is that it is ruthless and fucked up as hell. a whole bunch of toy businessmen and salesmen work in the toy industry because they had a bad childhood or no childhood at all and are chasing that childhood through toys. very freudian, this way. ty warner, ceo of ty inc., is little different. he was abused by his mother all throughout childhood in horrendous conditions, which really threw a monkey wrench into his mental state. this part is not funny but i need you to understand ty warner is Not Alright before we get to the actual Ty Corporate History(TM), because everything goes off the fucking rails fast

RIGHT so ty warner. first off this man fucking lies about every aspect of his past. if you interview him- which is difficult because he's very secretive and hates being seen by the public (THIS IS IMPORTANT TO REMEMBER)- he'll spew some charlie and the chocolate factory style whimsy bullshit about how he got into the toy business, i forgot what it was but it's dumb so it do not matter. what actually happened was basically a combination of Normal Business Promotions and, if i remember right, a side of nepotism. eventually, ty warner manages to land a job peddling toys at dakin, which was a stuffed toy company that was very popular in the 80s.

ty warner eventually Fucking Hates dakin. why? not particularly because of the company itself (although iirc the company execs grinded his gears quite a bit), but because he hates their product. dakin's number one product seller was garfield plush, and ty warner sees licensed plush as 'selling out'. so, under the cover of being a dakin salesman, he makes his own company: ty inc., which obviously he names after himself because ty warner is only interested in the matters of himself. so this man. this clown. this mf starts SELLING HIS OWN COMPANY PRODUCT... WHILE AT HIS JOB AS A DAKIN SALESMAN. like HE THROWS THE DAKIN TOYS OUT OF HIS SELLER CASE AND STUFFS HIS OWN IN THERE. WILD.

obviously he gets fired for this, which i hope he anticipated because i have no idea how he thought that shit was going to work.

anyway it's the early 90s now and ty inc has established itself at toy fairs. toy fairs are another insane thing the toy industry does. all the top businessmen and companies set up booths at the toy fair, it's like a con for the toy industry. no kids are allowed ever. and then they all just play with each other's toys to test them. it's weird. anyway the ty inc booth becomes quickly notorious, but for the wrong reasons. see, ty warner is also obsessed with perfection and his own image (THIS IS ALSO IMPORTANT TO REMEMBER). he spends hours meticulously grooming the fur of his plush cats so they look just right, he spends hours meticulously arranging them to look as photogenic as possible. and if anyone he deemed ugly walked into his booth, or- god forbid- started touching his stock? HE WOULD CHASE THEM OUT. he especially loathed fat people, particularly fat women, and was known for making degrading comments about them right to their face. please believe me when i say the man would probably commit crimes against fat women if he could. he definitely drew attention though- and at toy fairs, there's no such thing as bad publicity.

eventually ty warner gets the idea to make small, floppy animals based on beanbag toys. he uses his girlfriend's daughters as test subjects, and eventually reveals them at the next toy fair he attends. they are mostly regarded as an odd folly- the toys are cheap, crude, and don't have the flashy things like batteries or gimmicks that other toys did. they also come in animals not usually seen as cuddly- a lobster, a killer whale, a moose. nine "beanie babies", as they are soon called, make their debut. among them is a platypus named patti- ty thought that platypuses were weird, grotesque creatures, and so named the beanie baby platypus after his ex. (she comes into the story later hold on.)

however, ty warner- while obviously Completely Bonkers- is a genius at salesmanship. i often describe the guy as a combination of bobby fischer and willy wonka- a genius but not one worth knowing. anyway, here's how beanie babies were sold and would continue to sell throughout the 90s. they were only distributed in mom-and-pop shops and other small stores. (hallmark, iirc, was the only Big Chain that was allowed to sell them.) there was little advertising. an allure had to be set up so word of mouth would catch on- and it did. in the suburbs of Chicago, warner's home city, kids started collecting the toys, making a trading system out of the ones that were more or less popular. the kids slowly lost interest, but the parents got involved fast- and that was where the 'craze' of beanie babies began.

(fun fact the craze started like... 15 minutes from my house lol. anyway.)

so now that interest is beginning to garner in this product, the ty company goes ahead and sets up a website. eventually the person who ran the website (and who also wrote most of the little poems that were eventually included in the toys' tags) got jailed for tax evasion or something idk a lot of people who were somehow involved in beanie babies went to jail eventually. news starts to report on beanie babies, and this is where shit picks up steam, because now the beanie babies are becoming a national phenomenon. so ty warner decides to expand ty inc. to another country, he chooses germany.

now GUESS WHO HE CALLS TO RUN TY DEUTSCHLAND because HOLY SHIT. IT'S PATTI, HIS EX GIRLFRIEND WHO HE DUNKED ON EARLIER. and SHE ACCEPTS, because everyone here is fucking insane, even though HE WAS CHEATING ON HER DURING THEIR RELATIONSHIP. anyway that part is nuts thought you would like to know.

anyway, remember ty's obsession with perfection? this extended to his beanie babies. if ty didn't like a design, he would 'retire' it and get rid of it. if he wanted to tweak it to 'achieve perfection' he would. hw would call up the factory that made them, scream at them to burn any remaining product and start from scratch, and that's how retired beanie babies became a thing. this created an incentive: beanie babies were a wanted item, and- at any moment, it seemed, due to warner's eccentricities and hair-trigger temper towards his own creations- they could disappear entirely. they were a rarity, it seemed. people start thinking beanie babies are an economic nest egg that they can 'invest' in. and so they start flipping the beanie babies on eBay for thousands of dollars. and ty warner is PISSED about this, because someone is making more money than him in this game, and that's not allowed. (even though by this point ty inc is making a much larger amount of money than literally anyone else on the toy market.)

eventually- even worse!- people start making meticulous counterfeits of beanie babies that were seen as particularly valuable. so ty warner takes it to court, suing left and right. at first one can kind of see his point, but eventually literally anything involving beanbags gets sued. i think he even sued a company that made beanie hats because they used the same word that his product was named and THATS not allowed apparently. (obviously not every case he sued was successful.)

also at this time i think he got back together with patti behind his current girlfriend's back and that went exactly as bad as you think it did.

meanwhile, ty inc. is really playing the a-game at corporate image. ty warner is terrified of being seen by the public, especially being seen as imperfect, so he can't go around tearing down their PR. they capitalize on the frenzy people had at the time. everything that happened got a beanie baby. there were holiday beanie babies. there were beanie babies modeled after kittens ty warner adopted (ty has an affinity for cats). there was a jerry garcia beanie baby, which was 100% unlicensed, which becomes very funny given how while that was being released ty warner was going apeshit suing everyone. when princess diana died, SHE got a beanie baby, which was supposedly "in her honor" and raised money for charity but really existed to fool the public into thinking that limited edition beanie babies were a thing and that any based on public events were rare. there was a mcdonalds tie in that led to people having brawls in the fast food restaurants.

ty inc. didn't care what happened to their fan base whatsoever. like there was at least one guy who was straight up MURDERED over beanie babies and ty inc.'s reaction was more or less 'lol wow i guess we have some jurisdiction in who lives and who dies'. people were going bankrupt 'investing'. and nobody at ty inc. cared. they worshipped ty warner like he was their God. and at the yearly corporate banquets, he'd pass out "Billionaire" bears- bears that. were just patting everyone on the back for making him rich, complete with his one signature. the real reward here was that the employees could then go flip the beanie babies for cash on eBay- ty warner didn't want anyone to do this but everyone did it anyway.

meanwhile, all of the other stuffed toy companies are IN the SHITTER because of ty inc., which was a small company outdoing them all. many went bankrupt. most notably, dakin- the little stuffed toy company ty got his start at- began to buckle from debt, which was only egged on by how ty inc had singlehandedly seemingly robbed the stuffed toy industry. a series of corporate acquisitions couldn't save them, and eventually, in the early 2000s, they will fall apart entirely when the ceo, being unable to take it any longer, kills himself in his office.

another thing about stuffed toy companies: they can't last long without a ceo. remember this.

eventually, however, ty inc goes sideways as people stop being interested in beanie babies. fads change, and new things, like furbies and pokemon, had grabbed the public's eye. ty inc starts losing profits fast, and ty warner GOES APESHIT. by this point, patti broke up with him again (i think they had a very weird on again off again thing going), so he's completely on his own managing this. and he HONKS it BAD because this bitch is scared of like. not being More Billionaire than he already is. so what he does is he says 'oh shit we're gonna retire all the beanie babies on the last day of the millennium because nobody loves us :( if you want them back please call us or email us and tell us what. a good company we are and how good our beanie babies are' like an abusive ex boyfriend threatening suicide. THEY EVEN RELEASED AN ALL BLACK BEAR CALLED 'THE END' IT WAS SO FUNNY. and NOBODY FELL FOR IT everyone was like 'well lmfao we know you wouldn't do that shut the fuck up'. and they DIDN'T do it because ty inc are COWARDS. i think they should have discontinued all beanie babies right then and there, not that i don't care abt some of the post-90s beanie babies i just think it would be funny as hell if they stopped because people didn't kiss ty warner's ass hard enough.

ANYWAY now ty inc is in free fall because nobody gives a shit about beanie babies anymore. and ty warner becomes desperate. so he partners with eBay and endorses people flipping his product (there's even an eBay bear). there's a MasterCard exclusive bear. there's all sorts of partnerships, there's public ads, he breaks every rule in the book that got beanie babies famous. funniest of all? the very first licensed beanie baby.... was of garfield... just like he had been dakin's top seller... which was THE WHOLE REASON TY INC STARTED IN THE FIRST PLSCE BECAUSE HE THOUGHT DAKIN WAS SELLING OUT BY MAKING GARFIELD SHIT, OH MY GODDDDD. some Shakespeare Tragedy Bullshit.

BUT IT GETS BETTER WE'RE NOT DONE YET. we need to talk about the ty warner goes to jail saga

SO in about like.... 2013? i wanna say? everyone figures out ty warner is evading taxes. which i mean no shit he's rich that's what rich people do. (he's like mega rich now bc he also runs all of the four seasons hotels, but that wasn't nearly as dramatic as the beanie baby shit so i didn't elaborate on that.) so THEY ARREST HIM. AND IT BECOMES A BIG NEWS STORY. BECAUSE EVERYONE IS LIKE 'ohhhhh shit that's the beanie babies guy'

so remember how ty warner is obsessed with his image and is terrified of being seen by the public? well :)

so now, the public knows he's a deeply flawed human being. they see pictures of him in court, and he looks like a washed-out has been who's face is more plastic than it is flesh. and everyone's dunking on him and shit. it's so funny. he is so terrified of everything now. he gets off with a light sentence (i thiiiink community service but i haven't checked lawl) but the real loss he gets- which terrifies him- is that public image and perfection he's always held dear. like you know in pink floyd's the wall where they're like "I SENTENCE YOU TO BE EXPOSED BEFORE YOUR PEERS- TEAR DOWN THE WALL" or whatever... LITCHERALLY THAT. LITCHERALLY

anyway. now ty inc is a washed out has been that keeps trying to chase what it once was. everything it once was was gone- save for ty warner, still the ceo, still the final decision on everything the company does. and he has no next of kin (he's dating some chick who's way younger than him iirc, and she's kind of leading him on which i think is very funny, but there's no kids or anything). he has nobody that he seems he wants to give the company to. his closest relative is his sister, who lives out west in the middle of nowhere courage the cowardly dog style. and he's getting quite old, although his plastic surgeries won't tell you that. and- as said above- stuffed toy companies often go haywire when their ceos are gone.

so what will happen, when ty is gone? only time will tell.

anyway if you read through this entire thing here's your gift: there's a ty stuffed animal based on donald trump

[ukai-simp-services]

just tonight

oikawa tōru x fem!reader warnings: smoking weed, cursing, degrading/humiliating, nsfw and smut ofc, corruption kink, slight biblical references, y/n is kinda bitchy, voyeurism, temp/heat play, high during intercourse, choking, dumbdification. a/n: i literally don’t even like smoking or care for it at all BUT THIS FUCKING IDEA CAME TO MY HEAD AND OOOHH BOY. so here’s an alternate universe oikawa being a mf bad boy stoner with piercings and tattoos, and lowkey an asshole.

  fake friends, fake fucking friends, you thought to yourself. you were standing outside of the loud - practically vibrating - club. the one that your friends invited you to; yet here you were, alone while they were driving away with sloppy looking men that just wanted to hook up with them. 

  bass-boosted music rang through your ears, while the ground you walked on literally shook from the bouncing club. you felt a wave of goosebumps rise on your skin, the dress you were wearing was a little too short and it didn't help that the sleeves were spaghetti straps. it was only the beginning of summer, a late june night with a chilling breeze. not to mention, you were two fucking hours away from home, you had no car and a dead phone. the best you could hope for was that someone was kind enough to call a cab for you, or an uber - but there was no one around, except for the people inside the club that you could no longer enter.

  “someone looks lost~” a low, yet teasing voice came from behind you.

  you whipped your head around; taken aback by the sudden voice, but felt slightly relieved when you were greeted by the presence of a young man.

  “yeah, i guess you could say that...” your voice was timid as you trailed off, still nervous of this unknown man gracing your presence. 

  “’s not safe for a pretty girl like you to be walking around this area with that lost look on your face, you could attract some bad news.” he stepped closer and closer to you, almost hesitantly. 

  “like you?” you cocked an eyebrow back at him, gesturing to the array of large, black tattoos littering his arms.

  he clicked his tongue at you, ”should someone like you really be judging others by their looks?” the stranger got uncomfortably closer and you could see that his eyes resembled a warm brown color and his fluffy hair matched them. his face certainly didn't match the rest of his appearance. 

  “someone like me? i look exactly like what i am, a girl who's stranded with no phone or car and could use a nice person to call her a cab home. get lost, creep.” you practically spat back. 

  you spun on your heel and began walking away, you half expected him to chase after you and snatch you into the darkness of an ally, and half expected him to just give up and walk away. your speed-walking was put to a halt when he did neither of those things, when he started laughing hysterically. you spun around quickly out of curiosity to see him doubled over, crouched down on the ground trying to get a grip on himself. 

  “what's so funny?” you were both pissed and skeeved out, what the hell was this asshole creepy laughing at you for?

  he began wiping the tears from his eyes dramatically, “nothing, sorry. it’s just that girls like you are so stereotypical. always looking down on men like me, always thinking you're better than everyone else. it’s just kinda funny instead of insulting.” 

  you were at a loss for words, did you really come off that bitchy? and didn't you have a right to? he was the one lurking in the shadows.

  “i'd call you a cab, but i left my phone at home. i could go get it and come back?”

  somehow, you weren't convinced he’d let you go that easy. something about his tone when he first approached you, was just too teasing and insinuating. 

  “no thanks, i can find someone else to call one for me.” you nervously tugged at the chain on your purse, you knew that was a damn lie. the streets were empty, and this man was your only hope.

  he smirked, a knowing look planted on his face. he wouldn't push, but he knew you'd have to resort to his help in the end. 

  “suit your self.” he treaded away slowly, eagerly expecting your plea to come. 

  you furrowed your eyebrows slightly, he wasn't going to keep pushing you? was he not just saying how unsafe the streets were for a young girl like you?

  “actually- wait.” you stammered hesitantly, embarrassed that you needed his attention again. 

  he turned around swiftly, a small smirk gracing his lips - smugly trying to hold back a grin. 

  “i'm sorry, could you please call me a taxi?” you failed to notice his sly expression.

  “sure thing, but will you be safe here on your own while i get my phone?” he feigned the worry in his voice and the twinkle in his eyes. 

  you bit your lip, hesitant to pick your next words.

  “how long would you be?”

  “should be a 10 minute walk there, another 10 minutes back.”

  “so, 20 minutes?”

  “yes, around 20.” the mysterious man toyed with something between his long, slender fingers, barely giving you a glance. 

  “oh...” you looked around awkwardly, you thought 20 minutes might be too long. who knows what kind of person would approach you, plus it felt like the breeze against your so very exposed legs was getting colder by the minute.

  he looked up to catch your nervous gaze.

  “of course, you could join me on the walk, wait outside my house when we get there.” he pursed his lips, making it look like he had just thought up the idea with no further intentions. 

  no, no fucking way you would go with him.

  but in his gaze, you caught something. a glint in his eyes; trust, comfort. 

  your better judgement faltered as you lost yourself in the charm he held in his eyes, the start to many more risks you would take that night. 

  despite his eccentric look; piercings littering his ears, leather jacket with the sleeves rolled up, obscene tattoos and all black attire - he had a deep warmth in his eyes. and you may have felt so stupid in the moment, but you found yourself trusting that warmth.

  “okay, can't be worse than staying here alone right?”

  he chuckled, “right.”

  but were you actually wrong?

  the walk to his apartment was quiet, mostly because you were nervous he was gonna snap and pull a knife out and murder you in an ally.

  “you know, you don't have to walk 10 feet away from me, right?” the guy looked over his shoulder and squinted his eyes at you. 

  you bit your lip, deciding to stride a little closer to him - making a more comfortable distance.

  “i don't even know your name, mystery man.” 

  he chuckled, stepping to the side a little to give you more room to walk.

  “neither do i, mystery woman.”

  “wouldn't you like to know, i asked first anyway.”

  you were now walking by his side, a little more confident than you were before. your fingers held themselves behind your back, purse still hooked over your shoulder.

  “it’s oikawa, tōru oikawa.” his eyes flickered up to yours, hopeful for you to open up and tell him your name too.

  “told me your full name huh, i guess i should too.” you rocked on your heels nervously. you were still uneasy about telling him your full name for some reason, but when you looked into his orbs of warm chocolate brown, you felt like you could trust this man with your life.

  “l/n y/n.”

  he smirked, looking up ahead at the road again, “pretty name, definitely suits a pretty girl.”

  you rolled your eyes at his sudden flattery, he seemed to do a lot of that - you noticed.

  the two of you continued walking for a few more minutes, casual conversation bouncing off each other. you noticed he began to slow down his faster walking pace when you both reached a tall apartment building.

  “we’re home.” he winked at you.

  “oh shut it, don’t take too long please. it’s so cold...” you hopped from foot to foot and rubbed your exposed biceps with your hands.

  oikawa thought for a moment - running his tongue over his teeth while contemplating how to make what he was about to say not sound creepy.

  “why don’t you come in with me? it’d only take a second and i don’t trust the people around this area to leave you alone out here.”

  you paused for a moment, you were usually very street smart and would know exactly how to avoid this situation. if he were any other guy, you’d just say ‘no thanks, i can handle myself’ and refuse his offer - but his eyes, why were you so allured by his eyes? what was it about him that you trusted? 

  “it’s okay if you’re uncomfortable, i’ll be quick and you can wait out here-“

  “no, wait. i'll come, just...don’t pull anything weird, kay?” you were readjusting your purse on your shoulder as you hesitantly stepped closer to the apartment door.

  “of course, i’d never.” there was a glint of mischief in his eye after the words left his lips, but you didn’t notice it.

  after oikawa let you into his apartment, you were greeted by the strongest smell of weed in your life - and a lot of loud talking and laughter. you were just about ready to turn on your heel and leave.

  “sorry ‘bout that, my friends are really loud.” oikawa apologized and locked the door behind you.

  you waved him off, dismissing his apology. you didn’t care about his loud friends, you were just bothered by the disgusting scent of marijuana that hit your nostrils. you wouldn’t tell him that though, at least not yet.

  you followed oikawa into the living room; also known as the source of where the horrid smell was coming from. the room was dimly lit and felt bigger than it looked. there was an L-shaped brown couch in the center of the room being occupied by 3 men - seemingly the same age as oikawa and yourself.

  “hey guys, this is y/n. she got lost and needs me to call her a ride home. do you guys know where my phone is?” oikawa spoke to the men in front of you, they all seemed to immediately drop their conversation the second oikawa walked in.

  “nah man, i dunno.” a boy with short light brown hair spoke up while twiddling a blunt between his fingers.

  oikawa sighed and ran a hand through his hair, quickly scanning the room for his phone before looking back at you.

  “wait here for a sec while i go look in my room, kay?” he raised an eyebrow at you before hearing your response.

  you would’ve snorted at the tall man with tattoos and ripped jeans using the term “kay”, if it weren’t for the intimating group of men staring you down at the moment.

  “sure.” you forced a nod, signaling oikawa to exit the room.

  you looked around the room awkwardly, hands clasped together against your thighs. you weren’t sure how long he would take, and you certainly weren’t up for small talk with these ‘troublesome’ looking guys.

  “take a seat, we don’t bite.” the man with messy black hair and thick eyebrows chuckled at you.

  yeah right, “that’s ok, i-“

  “i insist.” his voice was deep and his eyes were burning holes into your own. you weren’t sure how someone so high could come off so serious.

  you swallowed down your nerves and took a seat on the far right of all the boys on the couch, plopping down next to one of the quieter men; he had spiky black hair and wore a denim jacket. 

  “so, ‘kawa’s picking up strangers off the street n bringing 'em into our apartment now, eh?” the man next to you spoke up, plucking the blunt from his friends fingers and placing it between his own lips. 

  the light-haired man laughed, following it with a cough from previously inhaling the smoke, “wouldn’t be much of a surprise, knowing him.”

  you wrinkled your nose at their laughter. you tried to be polite, you really did, but you simply didn't belong here; didn't belong in a room with these ‘delinquents’.

  “i am not, ‘from the streets’, for your information. i don't even live around here, i was just clubbing with my friends, but they-” 

  “yeah yeah, we get it. you're a typical stuck-up girl who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.” the light-haired boy (it would really help if they told you their names) mocked you in a high-pitched voice.

  “i'm not stuck up, i just-” he kept cutting you off.

  “oh please, the second you walked in here, you were sticking up your nose at us, looking us up and down with a disapproving glare. you're just that kind of girl, face it.” 

  the messy-haired man chuckled lowly at his friend’s joke and added, “just oikawa’s type!”

  “that's enough, you two.” the quieter man next to you spoke up for a second time, giving the other two men a threatening glare. 

  you swallowed awkwardly as the room became quiet, only the soft sounds of sucking in smoke from the blunt being passed around were heard. 

  you were busy absentmindedly picking at the polish on your nails, a nervous habit, when a small orange glow next to your head caught your eye. 

  “you wanna hit?” the guy next to you was holding the blunt out for you to grab, the strong smell getting a little too close to your nostrils. 

  you scrunched your nose at his offer, shaking your head to further decline.

  “no thanks, i don't really do that stuff.”

  the spikey-haired male nodded - accepting your decision and taking an extra hit himself, when you heard a chuckle come from behind him.

  “god, she really is a prude.” the voice of the impudent light-haired man spoke again.

  you were just about ready to bite back a reply, but the man sat in-between the two men with the deeper voice beat you to it. 

  “makki, bet you 10 bucks she was only at that club for a half-hour before she was beggin’ her friends to go. that's probably why they ditched her stuck-up ass.” the boys cackled in unison at their stupid jokes. if they weren't pissing you off so much, you might even had found their cackles funny. 

  “makki, mattsun, shut your mouths.” the man next to you rose his voice slightly. you were thankful that he was sticking up for you, but there was no way you'd let it go without defending yourself.

  “ha, sorry that i actually have my life together and don't need a mind-altering drug to live my every day life. you guys are the pathetic ones, not me.” you laughed bitterly at them. what you were saying was only half true; you didn't have your life together and you couldn't care less if people that weren't you did mind-altering drugs, but you did think they were pathetic. 

  3 pairs of eyes widened in your direction in response your bitchy remark, they knew they had it coming - yet they were still surprised to hear it. 

  “please, humble yourself sweetheart. you aren't any better than us for not doing drugs.” the man with dark hair, presumably mattsun, laughed coldly at you whilst leaning further back into the cushion of the couch. 

  “yeah, you're only missing out.” the man called makki chimed in.

  “missing out? oh please, on what? a fried brain? smelly breath? black lungs? yeah, i think I'm doing just fine.” you leaned back against the couch, content with the newfound confidence you held. you weren't normally this snappy with people you first met, so this was quite a shift in your usual dynamic. 

  this time, all three boys laughed at you, this included the quieter man who's name you still did not know. 

  “oh darling, you're cracking me up. just say that you're a prude and go, you're honestly embarrassing yourself.” makki pushed your argument further. 

  “yeah, you shouldn't knock something before you try it. just because you're a virgin doesn't mean you have to act-” 

  “what makes you think that im a virgin? what does weed have to do with my sex life, like at all?” your voice was getting defensively higher and you were now leaning over the man in between you and makki and mattsun to get your point across. 

  “you're not a virgin because you don't smoke weed, but you don't smoke weed because you're a virgin.” makki put it bluntly, staring straight at you with a completely blank face. the two boys next to him chuckled at his stupidity. you were completely dumbfounded. 

  “you're joking right? this has to be a joke. you can't seriously think that i’m some prude who's never had sex before just because i've never smoked weed before - and never will.” you were crossing your right leg over your left now, lifting your posture significantly to get a better look at the men.

  “actually, sweetheart. that's exactly what we think.” mattsun glanced over at you, half-lidded eyes burning into your own. 

  you felt a shudder run through your body at the nickname, trying your hardest to push down the heat rising to your cheeks and somehow maintain your snarky persona. 

  “i-”

  “found my phone- what is going on here?” oikawa entering the living room interrupted your retaliation, suddenly becoming confused with the obvious tense atmosphere in the room. 

  “tch, your little prude of a friend over here just called us pathetic for smoking weed.” makki rolled his eyes before placing the blunt between his lips, it was now a quarter of the size it was before when you first entered the home. 

  “only because your asshole friends were calling me a prude and a virgin for not smoking.” you snapped back immediately, turning your body to face oikawa to make your point. 

  “asshole friends? that isn't very nice now is it, sweetheart?” mattsun teased you again, using the same nickname that you were shamefully flustered by before. 

  you opened your mouth to argue back, but oikawa interrupted your spiteful words with a long laugh.

  “i knew you were a stereotypical stuck-up girl the second i met you, didn't i y/n? this comes off as no surprise to me.” oikawa’s arms were now crossed and he was eyeing you down from his standing position above you.

  “oooh, her name is y/n. just sounds like a prude’s name.” makki proceeded to torment you. 

  “come on asswipes, be gentlemen.” the quieter man next to you spoke up again for the first time in quite a few minutes. 

  “sorry, iwa-chan, but i’m gonna have to side with makki and mattsun this time. if y/n wants to act like a little prudent brat, then she’ll just have to be treated like one.” oikawa stepped closer to your spot on the couch, a teasing lilt to his voice.

  you were flustered by how fast oikawa’s personality had shifted, he had alluded you to think he was a charming, trustworthy man not even 20 minutes ago. where was that energy now?

  “such a stuck-up brat, probably gonna live to be a perfect little virgin mary, yeah? never gonna compromise her health, never gonna sleep with a man, and never gonna commit a sin, isn't that right?” oikawa now stood directly in front of you, legs brushing against yours with your head at eye level with his crotch. 

  you hesitated for a moment, contemplating if your pride was really worth doing this. 

  of course it was.

  “pass me the fucking blunt.” your head whipped towards makki, holding your hand out towards him, praying to god that he couldn't see how much you were shaking.

  makki widened his reddened eyes at you while trying to figure out if you were being serious or not.

  “are you deaf? let me take a fucking hit.” your eyes were dead and cold, boring into his surprised ones.

  “alright... now that's what i like to see.” makki’s lips curled up into a smirk as he passed you the medium-sized, glowing blunt. 

  everybody’s eyes were on you as your held the object between your thumb and your pointer finger, mimicking the movements you've seen others do so many times before.

  “you sure you can handle the smoke, darling?” oikawa’s voice was anything but caring and sweet, it held a mocking tone laced with faux sympathy. 

  no, you were very sure that you couldn't, but you were too stubborn to go back now. your pride was on the line and you would be damned if you didn't prove yourself to these four men.

  you looked up at oikawa through your thick lashes, placing the blunt between your lips at the slowest, most seductive speed. 

  “i'm a big girl. i think i'll be alright, kay?

  oikawa let a low chuckle out, still staring down at you from his tall position above you with his head slightly tilted to the side. 

  “we’ll see about that.” his voice came out deeper and smoother than it had before.

  you wanted so badly to prove to these assholes that you weren't as prudent as they made you out to be. sure, you were a little pretentious and always stuck your nose up in disapproval when your friends did similar actions that these boys did, but secretly, you always wished you could let yourself loose like everyone else. you were raised to be a perfect, well-behaved girl, so you've always kind of stuck by that title for as long as you knew. just going to clubs, like you did tonight, was totally out of your comfort zone. if tonight was going to be the one night where you let yourself loose, then there was no reason that you couldn't do this, right?

  you seemed to underestimate how many hits it would take for a lightweight like you to get even the slightest bit high, all you wanted was a little buzz - just to get these dickheads off your back. 

  it was only after coughing up an entire lung after your two first hits, that you realized that this might've not been such a good idea.

  you set down the glass of water that iwaizumi - the only nice guy out of the bunch - got you from the tap. you were four hits in and absolutely miserable. your entire chest felt on fire and to make matters worse, you didn't even feel high yet - not like you would know what that felt like, anyway. 

  “nuh-uh, that's enough for you.” oikawa quickly snatched the blunt from your fingers before you could react.

  you rolled your eyes, not wanting to back down from what felt like a competition. 

  “pft, look who's the pussy now.” you reached to grab for the small piece of blunt left in oikawa’s hand, but your slow reaction rate caused you to miss horribly. 

  “i’m not a pussy, i just know what'll happen to a light-weight like you. if you over-do it you're bound to get sick, and the last thing i need is some random girl who pushed her limits to lose her shit in front of me.” oikawa’s words were harsh, but a playful smirk was planted on his lips. 

  you weren't having it.

  he was right, you had pushed your limits - and oikawa didn't know the half of how stubborn you were. you weren't about to let the guy that was just making fun of you for being so prude, to change his mind and withhold you from proving yourself. 

  “thanks for the advice, but i promise you i can handle myself.” you spat back at the man hovering over you, proceeding to snatch the blunt back from his hand. 

  oikawa chuckled and shook his head at you, deciding to take a seat on the coffee table in front of you.

  “suit yourself.”

  you continued the assault on your lungs; taking long hits of the remainder of the blunt, coughing hysterically, drowning yourself in water, then repeating the process again. you'd think the group of boys would have some complaints about you hogging the last few hits of their weed, but they just sat back and reveled in the sight of you struggling to keep up your pride, entertained at the sight of your flushed cheeks. 

  it wasn't until you were sucking at practically nothing that you realized you'd finished the blunt, still unsatisfied with the lack of buzz you felt.

  “wow that was exactly what I thought it would be, a total waste of money and lung health.” you laughed dryly, leaning back onto the couch in discontent. 

  “not your money.” mattsun rolled his eyes at you.

  “just wait till it hits, she’ll be fucked.” makki laughed loudly at your expense, nodding his head in your direction at mattsun. 

  all the guys chuckled in unison, they seemed to do that a lot through out the night.

  “glad our weed was just a waste to you, maybe buy your own next time.” oikawa’s eyes held mischief in them as they glared at you, a playful scowl on his lips.

  “oh i’m sorry, did i waste your precious weed?” you jutted your bottom lip out in a faux pout, your eyes containing an unintentionally seductive glint in them. 

  oikawa narrowed his eyes back at you, feeding into the little game you were starting. 

  “yeah, I think you did. how ‘bout you pay up for it, hm sweetheart?” he leaned over his lap, forearms resting on the tops of his thighs and his face nearing closer to yours. 

  your mouth opened to retort something back, but words failed to come out as your vision started becoming hazy and an urge to laugh started sprouting in your stomach. you couldn't contain the laughter that spilled from your mouth, cheeks heating up and body beginning to feel numb. 

  “yeah...she’s gone.” iwaizumi chuckled. 

  oikawa smirked at you, his face still so close to yours that you could faintly feel the warmth of his breath on you. 

  “no i’m not...” you let out a few more giggles as you felt a numbing feeling take over your arms and legs. you slapped your legs in hopes to regain some feeling in them, giggling once again at how heightened your senses were becoming. 

  “oh god, wasn't expecting to have to babysit today.” makki groaned from the other side of the couch.

  “you literally aren't doing anything.” mattsun prodded back at him.

  “true, this is oikawa’s problem now.”

  the chesnut-haired man chuckled in front of you, pressing his hands to his knees as he pushed himself off the coffee table.

  “there's no way i’m letting you get in an uber tonight, come with me.” he held his hand out in front of your face.

  your mind was on a whole different level than his. your vision felt extremely clear, you couldn’t help how your eyes trailed over every tattoo and vein running down oikawa’s hand and forearm right in front of you - mouth unapologetically agape at the sight. 

  “come on, don't give me a hard time, yeah?” his voice sounded smoother than you ever heard it, it echoed in your brain and overstimulated your senses. you wanted to hear more. 

  “no.” you pouted, reddening eyes glancing up through your lashes to lock with his. 

  “no?”

  “no.” you were firm, or tried to be, another fit of giggles threatened to bubble out of your throat. 

  he cocked an eyebrow at you, clearly not following your message. 

  “want...oikawa...” you were unable to finish your sentence, your brain suddenly forgetting what words were supposed to come next.

  he leaned down to your height with his hands propped up against his knees, face merely inches from yours. he held a permanent smirk on his lips and his eyes teased you with faux seduction, oikawa almost always knew what he was doing. 

  “want me to do what?” his voice was lower than usual, softer too. 

  “need...” you knew you needed something, you just couldn't think of what.

  “yeah? keep going, baby.”

  you furrowed your brows in frustration, your brain was a little too hazy for your liking and the small bit of rationality that you still had inside you was getting fed up with how stupid you were acting. 

  “kiss.” you blurted out, then bit your lip and dropped your gaze as if you just exposed a secret that you weren't supposed to tell anymore. 

  “a kiss where?” he taunted you, bringing a finger underneath your chin to lift your gaze to his once more. 

  what felt like a few seconds to you - was almost a full minute in real time, of you staring up at oikawa; mouth agape, eyes hooded, not saying a word.

  “everywhere.” he almost couldn't hear you, because of how soft your words came out. 

  oikawa didn't show it, but his stomach erupted in warmth at your words, that same warmth flooding down to his crotch. he bit his tongue before responding to you, he knew damn well you were in no state of mind to be making these decisions. 

  but you just looked so pretty sitting below him like that; eyes lidded with the daze from your high mixed with lust, lips parted, and legs crossed to cover up the growing wetness coming from your core. 

  “mmm, tempting, but i don't particularly enjoy taking advantage of women while they're high.” he sighed, shaking his head in hopes it would get rid of his lewd thoughts.

  you pouted in return. sure, the buzz from your high was strong, strong enough to make you regret how bold you were acting when you woke up tomorrow, but not strong enough to have sex with someone you had no interest in. no, you had been looking him up and down all night long. you wanted this, the buzz just gave you the confidence you didn't have before - and who were you not to take this opportunity? 

  it wasn't just the lack of rationality from your high that made you want this from him, it was the heightened senses. every time you were close to him, everytime his eyes gazed over yours, you felt a million sparks burst through out your body. you were convinced that the second he touched you, your skin would ignite with flames. 

  you grabbed his hand, pulling him back in to destroy the distance he made between you two. 

  “i know what i want, and i've wanted this the whole night. despite what you think, i’m not some virgin mary. so are you gonna continue to act like a little pussy, or are you going to fuck mine?” 

  a gasp was heard from the right of you, makki. he quickly slapped a hand over his mouth after oikawa sent a glare his way. 

  “and what happens when you regret this tomorrow?” he raised an eyebrow down at you playfully.

  “something tells me that, that won't happen... unless, you're saying that it's short?” you questioned him with a gaze that fluttered down to his crotch, then back up to his eyes. 

  oikawa had to hold back the growl that threatened to escape his lips, and the hand that twitched in anticipation to squeeze your throat. 

  “oh, it’s most certainly not.”

  you had expected oikawa to take you back to his room, at least. 

  you didn't think he'd wrap his hand around your throat and push you up against the couch right there. 

  right in front of makki and mattsun.

  right next to iwaizumi. 

  you struggled against the strength of oikawa’s death grip around your neck, unsure if your hazy vision was from the loss of air you were getting or the impending high from the weed. 

  “you said you wanted to be fucked, right?” oikawa’s words were laced with a venom you hadn't heard from him before, his eyes sadistically glaring down into yours. 

  you opened your mouth to respond, but your words were cut off with a harsh cough from the painful position you were in. 

  “c’mon ‘kawa, at least loosen your grip a little.” iwaizumi’s voice of reason brought a warmth to your chest, suddenly grateful for his presence. 

  oikawa smirked above you, moving his hand from its grip on your throat to mindlessly caress the outside of your breasts, thumb pressing against the material of your dress where your nipples would be. 

 “fine, but only ‘cause iwa-chan said so.” you glared up at him, your competitive nature fighting the fear of him choking you again.

  you cleared your throat, well aware of the burning sensation still evident in your wind pipe, “i said i wanted to be fucked, yes, but not in front of your friends.” 

  that earned a chuckle from makki and mattsun - and a smirk from oikawa and iwaizumi. 

  “but i thought you wanted to prove you werent a little prude, i thought you would want to prove my friends wrong - or are you a coward like i predicted?” his thumb and middle finger were now pinching your nipple through the thin material of your dress and your bralette, making you squirm underneath him. 

  you could feel what you only assumed to be the peak of your high reaching, it was making every touch and every word from oikawa feel and sound 10 times better than it would've before. at this point you were willing to fuck him wherever he wanted. 

  cheeks flushed, and eyes averted to the side - away from oikawa’s face, you muttered a “fine.”

  “what was that, sweetheart? i can’t hear you.”

  “i said fine.”

  makki joined in on the teasing, “wait, what did she say oikawa? i cant hear from all the way over here.” 

  god, you couldn’t stand these fuckers.

  “i said, it’s fucking fine. jesus chri-” your aggrivated screams at the men were soon cut off by oikawa’s tight grip on your jaw, a searing kiss pressed against your lips soon following.

  “enough talking, you need to take my dick now.” oikawa was breathless after engaging in the fiery kiss, he was soon found ripping off your dress.

  you felt it, you felt the peak of your high approaching. everything felt so fucking good; his hands grazing your body as he ripped your dress off, the burning stares of makki, mattsun, and iwaizumi, and the empty buzz in the back of your head - it all made you feel breathless. 

  oikawa noticed your dazed out face, he hadn't even fucked you yet and you already appeared to be full of bliss. 

  “no fair, she’s high out of her mind and i’m sober. do me a favor and roll me a blunt while i eat her out, makki.” oikawa pouted above you, continuing to discard your clothing while he waited for makki to prepare him a blunt.

  you may have been peaking, but your mind jumped at the thought of oikawa eating you out. you were suddenly becoming extremely aware of the situation at hand again. 

  “i- are you sure about-” you stuttered, shaky hands from the numbing feeling of your high came down to grip at the soft panties you wore that oikawa was attempting to rip off. 

  “‘s the matter? has our little virgin mary never had her pussy licked before?” oikawa smirked down at your burning body, both burning in embarrassment and in an immense amount of desire. 

  you decided to stay silent, gaze averting to the side once again.

  oikawa wasn't having it, he gripped your chin with his free hand - pulling your gaze back to his.

  “you were all bark before, where's the bite? don't disappoint me now, y/n” his gaze was intense, to say the least, and your body still felt like it was floating from the peak. 

  you swallowed the thickness inside your throat, building the small amount of courage you had left. 

  “i can bite, and i will.” you looked up at him with complete malice, and he mirrored your expression, adding his trademark smirk to his lips. 

  “we’ll see about that, little one.” 

  the unexpected nickname had your head spinning, you were quick to feel a familiar heartbeat thumping down towards your core. 

  you soon felt extremely aware of the way he was touching you, head lowering down towards your thighs, gently pushing your hand away from its grip on your panties. 

  it was true, you hadn't been eaten out before. you only had sex once and your boyfriend at the time finished in 30 seconds, tops - leaving you unsatisfied and humiliated. 

  but oikawa felt different, even though the sex was initiated to save your pride - a competitive desire to prove yourself to people you had just met - you could tell that behind his teasing, he cared about your pleasure. it showed in his small touches; the way he gently caressed your skin before ridiculing you, the way his eye flickered up to yours before dipping his head in-between your thighs. you sensed the emotions he held deep inside of him, the ones he kept hidden. maybe that's the reason you felt you could trust him, maybe that's why you didn't run out of his house the second you saw his sketchy friends.

  maybe that’s why you so badly wanted to prove yourself to him. 

  makki began to roll a blunt, as instructed by oikawa, as he began eating you out. mattsun and iwaizumi’s eyes burned holes into your skin as they watched.

  your body twitched after the first few licks from him, immediately becoming obsessed with the feeling. oikawa’s tongue felt warm and soft against your clit, the slow pace of the circles around the bud were driving your body crazy. your thighs instinctively went to close around his head, but he held them down with a firm grasp, only intensifying the pace of his tongue in disapproval of how your body misbehaved.

  “relax.” he drawled into your skin, continuing his assault on your clit.

  you bit your lip and nodded in response, trying to keep your calm as your body had never experienced such pleasure before. 

  oikawa expertly switched his tongue from your clit to your hole, replacing the stimulation on your clit with his thumb whilst fucking you slowly with his firm tongue. you unintentionally let out a loud whine, head thrusting back into the plush pillow of the couch and fingers going to thread in oikawa’s brown locks.

  “feels good?” the voice came from next to you, iwaizumi’s. 

  your eyes glazed over to his, lids becoming heavy and lips parting open as you panted out a “yes.”

  oikawa noticed your attention diverting over from him to his best friend, his brows furrowed in annoyance. to grasp your attention once more, he removed his tongue from your hole and replaced it on your clit again, then shoved his middle finger inside you with no warning - making sure to curl it all the way up. 

  his harsh actions against your cunt had you loudly moaning with your head thrown back in both pain and pleasure. just one of his fingers alone filled you up more than your exes entire cock ever did. 

  your eyes immediately squeezed shut at the feeling, toes curling from the sensation of his finger thrusting inside you, mixed with the feeling of his tongue swirling your clit. 

  oikawa lifted his head to click his tongue at you, “no baby, you’re gonna look at me while you cum, okay?” 

  his tone was sweet, but firm enough to make you quickly shoot your eyes open and nod at him obediently. 

  he mumbled a “good girl” before going back to licking up and down your cunt. he went through a routine of switching between circling your clit, swiping his tongue from side to side, sucking on your swollen bud, and rapidly lapping up your pussy - all while fucking you with his finger. 

  he didn't even get the chance to add a second finger before you felt your climax approaching. your head was still spacey from the high, so you weren't sure if this feeling was from oikawa or if it was just your hazy brain, but you found out sooner than later as you orgasm began to take over you. 

  oikawa got the idea that you were reaching your climax as your little hole pulsed around his finger and your legs shook around his head. as much as he wanted to tease and edge you, he decided he wanted to fuck you more.

  he helped you ride out your orgasm as his tongue prodded at your clit relentlessly, licking and sucking at the firm bud, finger curling further and further into the depths of your gummy walls, 

  euphoria took over you as you felt the numbing feeling from your high intertwine with the body-racking orgasm that oikawa was providing you. your entire body felt lighter than it ever had before; sweet, pure release exiting your body. 

  your head was spinning and your chest was heaving from the aftermath, your body began to feel extremely tired. the weight from the entire day you had came crashing over you, as the sweet release you once felt subsided. you felt good, but you needed a nap. 

  through eyes that were barely open, you watched as oikawa smirked down at your disheveled form and carefully grabbed something from makki’s outstretched hand. 

  “glad you enjoyed that, princess, but it’s my turn now.” oikawa stealthily unbuttoned his pants after placing his blunt in-between his lips, strategically sucking in the smoke and blowing it out without having to remove the object from his lips. 

  you nodded at him, half-understanding what he meant. you were by no means sober, but you definitely felt the strong buzz dying down. 

  “i’m gonna need verbal responses, sweetheart.” he leaned down just above your face, breathing out smoke as he got closer. the strong scent filled up your nostrils.

  you couldn't help but scrunch your nose up at the strong smell, you may have been sucking down a blunt yourself not even 30 minutes ago, but you would never get used to the grotesque odor. 

  oikawa noticed, and raised a curious brow at you. 

  “ah, so we still think weed is gross? after you smoked almost an entire blunt by yourself?” his tone seemed amusing, but his eyes told a whole different story.

  “god, first she wastes our weed and now she acts like she didn't even like it?” mattsun crossed his arms over his chest while facing you, eyes giving your naked body a once over. 

  you were too blissed out to even fight them this time, you just desperately wanted a nap, 

  “hey, all i said was that i’d prove to you guys i’m not a prude, and i did. doesn't mean i have to like the smell of your stinky weed.” your words were mumbled from your tired state, but still not wanting to accept defeat.

  “nah, i don't think you’ve proved yourself at all yet.” makki chuckled dryly at you.

  “yeah, all you've done is get high and be a fucking pillow princess for oikawa.” mattsun chimed in.

  “and a brat too.” makki added on to mattsun’s sentence. 

  oikawa raised his chin cockily, clearly satisfied with his friend’s insolent words. 

  then, an idea clicked in his mischievous mind. he narrowed his eyes down at your pathetic figure sprawled out underneath him as he thought about it. 

  “oh please, don't be sore losers. i smoked your fucking weed and let oikawa eat me out, just admit i’m not a prude like you thought i was.” you tried to regain the similar confident composure that you held before, glaring over at makki and mattsun. 

  “hmm, maybe you aren't a prude, but you're still a pretentious brat, and brats deserve to be tamed. don't you think?” oikawa’s voice was smooth and easy-going, but his words were dripping with malice.

  you found the courage to narrow your eyes back up at oikawa, despite the internal feeling of your heart hammering against your chest.

  “and how do you plan on doing that?” you tested him.

  he chuckled lowly at your obviously feigned confidence, he could just tell by your flushed cheeks.

  he lowered his face to hover above yours for the nth time that night, placing the blunt in-between his lips and sucking the smoke into his mouth. before even inhaling, he pulled your bottom lip down with his thumb and put his lips on yours, releasing the thick smoke into your mouth. 

  your once lidded eyes were now widened, your hand quickly came up to grab at oikawa’s arm. he pulled away quickly, chuckling at how you choked on the smoke - eyes watering up again just as they had done before. 

  “you-” you choked out another cough, “asshole.”

  oikawa raised an eyebrow at you, reveling in the way his best friends laughed from the sidelines at your expense.

  “mmm, i don't think you're in any position to be calling me names.”

  you glared up at him, quickly blinking away the stray tears that remained in-between your lashes.

  “oh, and what position would that be?” the fire you held before was coming back, and this time it wasn't because you wanted to prove yourself.

  no, you just wanted to see how far you could push him. 

  a familiar large hand came up instinctively to wrap around your throat, pushing you against the couch once again as he tauntingly held the burning blunt inches away from your face. 

  “i wouldn't test me, darling. clearly, you aren't aware of how far i'll go to put a bitch like you in your place.” he spat down at you, his eyes were dark and he was still holding the glowing blunt way too close to your face for your liking.

  but you couldn't stop yourself, you kept pushing and pushing. 

  “show me then. i’m not getting any younger here, am i?” 

  a laugh was heard from your right, it was quickly muffled as mattsun slapped a hand over the mouth of its carrier: makki, of course.

  oikawa clicked his tongue at your confidence, knowing damn well that you'd regret it later. 

  “sure, i’ll show you.” he spoke in a low voice as he brought the hand holding his blunt down your body, stopping when he reached your thigh. you sucked in a nervous breath in anticipation, the burning bud was only a centimeter away from the smooth skin of your exposed thigh. your heartbeat was increasing and you felt your blood running cold, you opened your mouth to protest at the last moment, but the sadistic man beat you to it.

  you felt a burning sensation press into the outside of your thigh, causing you to immediately grab at oikawa’s arm with a shrill scream escaping your mouth. the man only laughed above you, nudging your death grip on his arm off with ease.

  “what’s the matter? i thought you could handle it.” he jutted his bottom lip out to feign a sorrowful expression, you wanted to kill him. 

  “you just- you just fucking burned me.” your chest was heaving and you felt yourself slowly getting terrified at what would come next.

  the boys next to you were silent as they watched the scene unfold, oikawa could only smirk down at you. 

  he pulled another hit out of the blunt and dipped his head in-between the crevice of your neck and shoulder. you tensed at the feeling of his lips being so close to your skin, then relaxed when you felt him blow the warm smoke into your skin. the subtle feeling of the warmth from the smoke ghosting over your skin almost made you moan out loud. instead, your body betrayed you with a shudder.

  “mmm, something tells me you liked that. don't act so innocent, little slut.” your breath hitched at his words.

  “just because i may have liked that, doesn't mean i enjoyed being used as an ashtray.” you gestured towards your scorned thigh.  

  he chuckled lowly at you, then brought his free hand down towards the burn mark left in your skin and pressed his thumb against it slowly. this time, the painful feeling of a sting in your skin forced a guttural moan out of your throat, instead of a screech. you instinctively brought your hand up to cover your mouth, eyes wide in embarrassment. 

  “really? ‘cause i think you do.” oikawa laughed at your obvious humiliation and pulled your hand away from your mouth, rolling his eyes in the process.  

  “c’mon, quit acting like a damn prude still, darling. admit you're enjoying this shit.” mattsun spoke from his spot on the couch, now resting his right arm over the side of the couch to get a better look at you. 

  you scoffed at him, cocking your head towards him in response. 

  “i thought i was a brat, not a prude anymore.” 

  makki chuckled at your rebuttal.

  “’kawa, i think she’s getting a little too feisty again, you might wanna smoke her out again.” 

  you almost choked at his words, quickly whipping your head back to face oikawa. you felt your stomach drop at the devilish smirk he gave you. 

  you were just beginning to sober up, and they already wanted you dumbed down again? 

  “fair point, makki. i can't fuck her while she’s running her mouth like this, right?”

  before you knew it, your mouth was being filled with smoke again. oikawa restarted his method of sucking on the blunt before pressing his lips to yours again. your mind was entering a similar haze as before once again, body also being filled with warmth and pleasure as oikawa began rubbing his bare cock against your pussy. 

  before sliding in, he pressed his shortening blunt against your skin once more - this time, on the fat of your right hip. you pleasantly moaned at both the pain and pleasure from the sensation this time, and oikawa couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of your walls visibly crashing down. 

  he didn't even give you a second to adjust to the searing pain you felt on your skin before he was thrusting into you, causing you to practically scream at the feeling of his cock stretching you out. 

  “oh, f-fuck.” your nails made their home on the skin of his back, sinking into his smooth flesh in response to the pain you felt in your core. to your dismay, the numbing feeling that spread across your body from your high didn't help at all to prevent the newfound pain from oikawa’s cock entering you. 

  “god, look at her. our little virgin mary is being corrupted.” mattsun’s deep voice was heard from across the couch. you were surprised to look over and see him fisting his own girthy cock while staring down at you, makki and iwa were doing the exact same thing. 

  oikawa chuckled breathlessly at his comment, earning your attention back to him. 

  “shit, you're tighter than i expected, princess.” his bottom lip was caught between his teeth, his eyes were slightly hooded from his approaching high, and his tattoo littered arms were flexed in front of you for support - you decided you had never been more turned in your entire life. 

  “move, please.” you begged breathlessly, head feeling hazy and numb, while your body felt extremely sensitive to the touch. your senses were heightened once again and it had you craving an orgasm more than ever. 

   “since you asked so politely.” oikawa’s hips began snapping at that moment, hard thrusts sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. 

  next to you, the three boys began pumping their cocks with more fervor, pace quickening in time with oikawa’s. 

  oikawa didn't cease his antics of blowing smoke into your mouth either. with his cock slamming into you at such an ungodly speed, your lips were constantly parted open - leaving him easy access to fill up your lungs with the same smoke you disdained so much. 

  your body was betraying your mind. physically, you felt fucking amazing - but mentally, you wanted to yell at oikawa to quit his abuse on your lungs. 

  “q-quit it with the smoke. i think i’m high enough.” you stumbled over your words.

  oikawa bit down on your neck in response to your distaste, hot breath fanning over your ear to whisper lowly, “quit being a fucking brat first, and take what i give you.” 

  you shut your mouth obediently, until makki chimed in.

  “you should be grateful that oikawa is being so generous as to blow his weed into your mouth without making you do a damn thing. say thank you, slut.” his words were harsh and gritted through his clenched teeth as he pumped his cock harder, eyes burning into your skin. 

  you whimpered at his pitiless words and at the feeling of oikawa thrusting into you with more power, clearly encouraged by his friends praise.

  “i-” your remark was cut off by oikawa’s firm hand around your throat once more.

  “what do you have to say to me?” his eyes burned into yours, telling you that his question was not actually a question, but a demand. 

  “t-thank you, oikawa.” your eyes were brimming with tears from the lack of oxygen circulating towards your brain. 

  he only squeezed harder.

  “what's my fucking name.” his lips were ghosting over yours now, his hot breath only added to the heat that was already evident on your face. 

  your bottom lip wobbled, you had no idea what kind of name he would like. if you guessed wrong, what would he do?

  “thank you, sir.” you silently prayed you chose the right one, and your prayer was granted as oikawa removed his tight grip from your throat and smashed his lips onto yours - practically growling into the kiss. 

  you moaned into his mouth as you felt the pleasure in your stomach building up at an increasingly fast speed. your head was spinning and your body was on fire, you never felt better in your life.

  “feels...so fucking good.” your words came out in pants. you could barely think straight anymore; your mind was only filled with oikawa’s cock and the impending numbness from weed. 

  your attention was snatched from oikawa as you heard a deep guttral moan come from the side of you, it was iwaizumi’s. the once quiet man was becoming more vocal as his own orgasm was approaching.

  “yeah, you like getting high and getting fucked in front of random strangers you just met, huh?” your face burned at his surprising words, never did you expect to hear such a sentence come from (what you thought was) such a polite man’s mouth. 

  then again, you never even expected you would ever be in a situation like this before either. 

  “y-yes, i do.” your walls had broken down and they could all see it. there was no more sticking your nose up at them anymore, no more bratty comments at the expense of their drug of choice, and no more pretending like you weren't enjoying yourself tonight - because you clearly were. 

  the boys chuckled all at once at your sudden submission, but oikawa wasn't surprised. 

  there was only a small bud left of what was the blunt in oikawa’s hand, but he manage to suck one more hit out of it. you parted your lips with expectations of him to release the puff of smoke into your mouth, but to your surprise, he ducked his head above your left breast and let out the smoke slowly over your perked nipple. the subtle sensation left goosebumps all over your body, causing you to moan under his soft touch.

  see, unbeknownst to you, oikawa was a man of observation - and he couldn't help but become blatantly aware of your body’s hypersensitivity to the small, subtle actions he went about. whether it be from the weed or from your inexperience in sexual situations, oikawa didn't know. he just knew he was extremely fascinated and infatuated with the way your body reacted to him. 

  he bored down into your lidded, reddening eyes, your lips were parted as you panted out his name and the look on your face only told him that you were gone.

  he swore he had never fucked somebody prettier than you, he silently hoped one day he'd get to see you with your lips wrapped around his cock. 

  unable to help himself, oikawa stuck his thumb into your mouth, pushing the digit as far in as it would go. 

  you were taken aback by the action at first, but your mind was quickly put at ease by the warm feeling of being filled by him in two different places at once. you swirled your tongue around his finger, both sucking on it and licking it.

  the sight in front of him had his knees practically buckling above you, he couldn't fight the approaching feeling of his orgasm unraveling before him. 

  “you're gonna be a good little girl and let me cum inside you, yeah?” his voice was hoarse, moans and grunts beginning to spill from his lips more while he looked down at you with complete darkness in his eyes. 

  god, you weren't thinking straight.

  but you really didn't care. 

  you nodded as best as you could with the spinning feeling inside your head, body filling to the brim with pleasure as you felt your own orgasm approaching you. oikawa quickened his pace as he felt your cunt squeezing his girth, almost like your body had a mind of its own to suck him dry. 

  “such a little slut, letting you fill her up with smoke and cum.” mattsun’s deep voice was heard from beside iwaizumi. his eyes were still glued to your form and the head of his cock was a bright red, begging for release. 

  “let’s see you try and act fucking innocent again after this.” makki added with a chuckle, he was just as close to finishing as his friend. 

  you moaned helplessly at their ridicules, feeling your coil so close to snapping.

  “god, you fucking revel in the attention don't you? you're literally getting off from being watched like this, so exposed and vulnerable.” mattsun spoke up again.

  yours and oikawa’s labored breathing harmonized as you both got closer and closer to your releases. 

  “they're right, you're such a little fucking attention whore. sucking in my cock like that while my friends watch. you're so desperate, it’s pathetic.” oikawa was internally amazed at himself for being able to muster a complete sentence out while his cock was so close to being practically milked. 

  you whined in response, your cheeks heating up. you didn't care about anything else, you just wanted to cum. 

  “p-please, i'm so close.” you cried out, tears beginning to brim at your eyes. 

  “fuck. cum, cum princess.” the voice came from your right side, your eyes trailed over to the source, being iwaizumi. 

  oikawa scoffed, “you don't listen to anyone else, got that? just me, sweetheart.” he shot daggers with his eyes towards iwaizumi, and he shot them right back at oikawa. 

  you blinked your eyes at oikawa, not realizing the competitive banter between them until now.

  “let her fucking cum already, ‘kawa.” iwa growled at his best friend, his cock was an angry red. you could tell he just wanted to finish, as well as makki and mattsun. 

  oikawa gritted his teeth, knowing damn well that his orgasm was approaching too. 

  “alright, cum for me, slut. squeeze my fucking cock with that pretty little cunt of yours, okay?” 

  his wish was your command, and it’s not like you were able to hold back anymore, anyway.

  you felt the coil snap inside you; already fuzzy mind going completely blank, mouth dropping open in a silent scream, and thighs shaking around oikawa’s torso. he felt your cunt pulse around his cock and he couldn't help how quick his orgasm followed after yours, teeth instinctively latching onto your shoulder as he pumped you full of his semen. 

  oikawa helped you ride out your high as he slowed down his thrusts, eventually ceasing them. your orgasm combined with oikawa’s was so intense, that you failed to even acknowledge that the three boys next to you were coming too, fists beginning to slow down their movements. 

  after a few minutes of collective panting heard throughout the room, makki broke the silence.

  “holy shit.”

  you agreed, holy shit was right. 

  after passing out on oikawa’s couch from pure exhaustion, the sobering-up man carried you, with some effort, to his room to spend the night. being the gentleman he was, he tucked you in carefully under the covers of his bed and set up a somewhat comfortable sleeping arrangement for himself on the living room couch. 

  before retreating to his makeshift bed to crash on for the night, he peaked into his room once more - eyes scanning over your sleeping figure as you slept soundly. he noticed that while you slept, all the worry and pouting that was usually so evident on your face seemed to fade away. you look relaxed, at ease even. he thought maybe you just needed to loosen up more, to let your worries fade away every so often, while you lose yourself in the late hours of the night.

  he thought that maybe, he could be the one to teach you how. 

[cwritesforfun]

Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader: Alternate Ending to S1

Rafe had been dating you for 1 year much to his dad's dismay. Everyone else was happy for him and them as a couple. Rafe, however, values his father's opinion more than he should leading him to break up with Y/N. While Rafe did love Y/N, he wanted his father's love and thought that cutting her out would lead to that.

Y/N = Your Name

This imagine will take place when Ward Cameron tries to leave with Sarah on the plane with the gold.

**I don't own any of the characters or plot or the italicized lines I used in this imagine** yes I did change the plot a bit**

Y/N's POV

When Kie called me saying she had a bad feeling about today and about what Rafe might do, I showed up to help her immediately. I know Rafe well or I used to and I want to help them get their gold back. I think they deserve it especially over Ward Cameron.

We park outside where JJ's dads boat is and we take a look inside.

JJ exclaims "Here she is! Hey girl! The Phantom! 40 years old! Fastest thing we've ever seen!"

Kie replies "She's kind of a junker."

JJ replies "Careful, she can hear you."

I reply "I doubt she cares. Why is she a she?"

JJ smirks and starts to make an explanation.

We hear a door slide open and Kie says "Pope, thank goodness you're here."

I look over and begin to walk over when I see Barry, the drug dealer I know who gives illegal drugs to Rafe. Wtf?!? This cannot be good.

He exclaims "Hey sweet cheeks! You haven't been around your boyfriend in awhile. It's a shame. I thought you two would last. I guess it's my turn to have a little fun."

Before I can snap at him, I hear "Back off Barry, we came here for a reason. Don't get distracted. Remember that."

I turn and see Rafe standing there with cuts on his face. What did he do? What happened?

I then notice he's refusing to meet my gaze.

I also notice a random other man who must be with Barry carrying a gun. Who is he? Huh!

Barry turns to JJ and screams angrily "You didn't think I would forget about you, me, and the side of the road. I'm here because I want my mf money!"

Barry punches JJ square in the face and I start to move to help him before I'm pulled back by Rafe.

I glance at him and he says "It's better if you don't fight me, Y/N. I don't want to hurt you."

I reply "You broke my heart already. What's next? My arm, gahhh!! I don't want to be anywhere near you! You're an effing jerk!"

He raises his hand as if he's about to slap me and he hesitates. Gosh why didn't he do it?

I notice Pope running in heading straight towards Barry and JJ with a purpose.

In that moment, I break free from Rafe's arms and I kick him in the balls. I do regret it a little, but boy did that make me feel real good.

We all run out and towards the plane area.

We see John B chasing down Sarah who is being held by Ward. We run out and start chasing them down.

We make it over and help John B stop the plane. Ward storms out and begins yelling at us.

Sheriff Peterkin shows up and says "Ward Cameron, I should've known. If I have my way, you will be in prison for a long time."

Ward Cameron replies "Let's hope you don't."

Sheriff Peterkin replies "But you're surrounded and there's lots of witnesses. You're alone."

We then hear "No he's not."

Rafe comes around the corner with a gun pointed straight at the Sheriff.

Without thinking, I step in front of her and say "Don't do it, Rafe. You doing this may help your father, but you'll have to live with the fact you killed someone. Someone who has a family that will miss her and friends in the police force who will want justice for her killer. Killing her would send you to prison no matter if your dad can buy you time. As Cat Stevens said, I am confident that, in the end, common sense and justice will prevail."

Rafe starts to lower his gun and Ward throws Sarah onto the ground.

As we all move to help Sarah, Ward Cameron jumps over to Rafe, steals the gun from Rafe's hand, and shoots at me.

I glance down and see blood pouring out of my side. Oh. I should've known that was coming.

I feel woozy looking at my own blood pouring from me and fall to the ground.

I then notice Ward Cameron move the gun to Rafe's head and I try to move to stop him. Before I can, I hear a shot fire and hit Ward causing him to fall to the ground.

Sheriff Peterkin bends over me and presses a cloth to my side. She turns to my friends and exclaims "I need someone to talk to Y/N. Keep her awake. She's losing a lot of blood. Come on Y/N. The ambulance is on the way. You'll be okay. Someone hold this down and I'll handcuff Ward Cameron."

I close my eyes a little out of feeling tired and I hear "Y/N please no. I can't lose my best friend."

I slightly open them and see Kie crying while holding my hand. Pope is holding the cloth to my side and JJ is soothly rubbing my arm.

I reply "I ... I won't die Kie. You heard the Sheriff. The ambulance is on the way and I'll be alright."

That makes her cry harder and I see Rafe out of the corner of my eye standing near me.

I exclaim "At least you won't go to jail, Rafe."

JJ, Kie, and Pope glance at Rafe.

He bends down next to me and says "I never meant for this to happen. It went too far. I was supposed to be there to protect you and I failed. I'm sorry Y/N.  Please live baby. I need you Y/N and I love you."

I begin to close my eyes again and I hear their voices trying to call me back.

My eyes open slightly when the ambulance shows up and they attach me to a lot of tubes.

I nod in and out of consciousness.

Rafe rides in the ambulance and holds my hand. I don't know how my friends allowed him to come instead of them. I'm glad he's here though. I know he cares even if it's deep down.

We make it to a hospital and I'm given some painkillers that make me sleep.

Rafe's POV

I sit out in the hall waiting for news of Y/N.

I want her to live. I need her to live. She cannot die today. No. Not by my father's hand. I mean not by anyone's hand but especially not him. I still can't believe she is currently in this position. I should've protected her.

I use one of the phones in the hospital and I contact her family. It's the right thing to do. Her mother freaks out and tells me she is on the way.

A little while later, her mom arrives and asks me what happened. So I explain it to her and I leave out nothing. Her face goes from happy that I found Y/N's love, scared when I mentioned my drug usage, sad when I broke up with Y/N, understanding when I told her how I craved my father's love, then horrified at what really went down.

Y/N's mom asks "How did she look before surgery?"

I answer "She was losing a lot blood. She was in and out of consciousness the whole time. If she did talk, she was hopeful for the future and kind. She said she knew surgery would go well."

She replies "My poor baby."

We sit huddled together for a bit until a doctor comes out. The doctor tells us she will live. She will most likely not wake up for a few more days and she'll be hooked up to an IV until she recovers. She had surgery and will have to go to weekly doctor's appointments until it heals enough. She'll apparently never fully heal.

They wheel her into the room and she looks so at peace. My poor love.  

Y/N's mom says "Sweetheart, I can stay with her tonight. They said she wouldn't wake up for a little while. If she does, I'll call you right away. You should go get some sleep or try to at least. She'd want you to be well rested when you see her. You can come back tomorrow morning if you'd like to. Tell her friends if you know them and are close with them."

I don't feel like fighting her on this and truthfully if she is only allowed one visitor, it should be her mom. I can visit tomorrow.

I nod and reply "If she does wake up, tell her I'm sorry and I love her. I'll be here tomorrow regardless."

She nods and hugs me.

I leave.

The next two days - I spend talking to her friends even though they hate me, telling the police what happened that day and leading up to it, learning I'm not going to jail cuz I did in fact not shoot but I will have to go to community service for punishment, barely sleeping, and at the hospital by Y/N's side. She hasn't woken up yet. I want her too.

I sit reading some book she bought me next to her brother and her mother by her side.

I hear coughing and see Y/N awake.

Her mom jumps up and helps give her water.

She drinks it and thanks her mom.

The nurse comes in as she's drinking water and asks her questions then goes over medicine and food options for later.

Y/N's mom walks out to grab something and I glance over at Y/N. She looks so at peace and calm. She half smiles at me.

Y/N's mom then walks back in with her friends. Y/N's mom and brother leave.

Kie hugs Y/N first then JJ, Sarah, Pope, and John B do. Do I hug her? She probably hates me. Y/N looks over at me and asks "Wanna hug, Rafe? Everyone's getting one today."

I smile and I hug her. So she doesn't hate me. That's good. I also kiss her on the cheek and she gives me a small smile.

Her friends tell her everything going on and I add things I know from my police interviews.

She seems shocked and happy about the results of all of this.

Kie asks "So when do you get to leave?"

Y/N answers "I just have to be able to walk a little and my pain has to be like 2 out of 7. So far it's been at like a 5 today. I mean it could be a few days. Then I'll be on partial bed rest and have weekly appointments here. They also said I'll never fully heal yet surgery went well, so I don't know what to make of it."

I reply "The Doctor said you'd live. You just have to be careful baby. With my dad in jail and me not associating with Barry anymore, I can get you around and hang out with you if you want or need me."

Y/N replies "Thanks. I appreciate it. I'm also sure my mom will appreciate some of the work being taken off her shoulders."

I nod and smile

Her friends spend another hour or so with us then they leave.

The nurse shows up and drops off the lunch food for Y/N.

Y/N's brother returns to give me a sandwich they bought me and I thank him. That was sweet of him. He then tells us him and Y/N's mom are going out for a bit and they'll be back at dinner.

Y/N exclaims "Bring your chair over here, Rafe. I want to be able to sit and talk with you while we eat."

I move my chair over and sit next to her.

She smiles at me and says "You & I haven't spoken alone since well before the incident. So ... ummm how are you really doing?"

I answer "Fine I guess. I think I'm better than I thought I would be."

She asks "Are you serious or lying? Your under eye bags say otherwise."

I sigh and answer "Ok you caught me! I was lying. I just don't want you to worry about me."

She replies "Rafe, even though we broke up, that didn't mean the feelings went away. I still love you and want you to be okay. I know you're probably dealing with a lot right now and I appreciate how strong you've been around me. Just know you don't have to be. And if you need someone to be there for you, I'm here. I can't move, so I'm kinda stuck if you start talking."

I laugh and smile.

I reach over to her hand and put my hand on hers. She smiles back at me.

I exclaim "I didn't realize how much of an unhealthy relationship I had with my dad until he shot you. It was then I also realized I couldn't live without you in my life. I'm serious about that. I know I did some bad things when we were broken up like the drug use and selling. I haven't used anything since the day it all went down. I actually am starting to feel like my old self again. I want us to be friends at least. I just want you in my life in some capacity. I love you so much Y/N.”

She smiles and replies "I love you too. Now come and kiss me."

I ask "Are you sure?"

She nods and I lean forward to kiss her

We kiss:)

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THANKS FOR READING!!

:)

[mikalara-dracula]

💋 PDA with Yuma

Warning: 18+ content below; don't read if you're a minor or aren't comfortable with slight NSFW.

Yuma is very open when it comes to PDA. Like, this man literally has no shame about anything.

In fact, he wants almost any affection he gives you to be public since he wants everyone to know you’re his woman.

Be aware that he does love to grab, clutch, and smack your ass, whether it be in public or in private.

I’ve cannoned this with @liannelara-dracula that he loves to carry you around school, public, or at home, but this comes at the price of him drinking your blood.

He also likes to carry you around by flinging you over his shoulder just to throw you off guard and will give your ass a smack.

Will carry you around the halls at school this way, only to have other students notice, whilst he’d clutching back of your thigh or having a firm grip on your ass, and since you’re wearing a skirt, it’s only far more scandalous.

Will smacking your ass if you're misbehaving or if he tells you to be quiet.

"Yuma, put me down!"

"Hey! I get to carry around my little pig however I want.” He’d smirk, earning your ass a smack as he’d start to walk.

Will even do this if you two are having a minor argument just to shut you up.

Loves to makeout at school in the vacant halls and making you both late to class for that reason, mostly because he likes to tease you about it afterwards.

Likes to have you lift your leg up to his side and pull his hair when making out.

Will definitely groan and grunt during these times, and loves to pull your hair as well and make you moan in any way he can.

Yuma would get so wrapped up into the moment however, that he might even try to give you oral but you’d quickly stop him since school isn’t the place for such a thing, but he is definitely into the idea and honestly wouldn’t care if he was caught by a teacher.

Since school uniforms concern you wearing a skirt, he definitely takes advantage of the idea.

If you’re in a hurry to get to your next class and start to walk away from him, he’ll be quick to slip his hand under your skirt and hook his fingers into the waistline of of your underwear in order to pull you back to him and prevent you from leaving.

“Where do you think you’re going, little pig?” He'd grin.

Knowing what he was doing, you’d only whip your head around and say, “Yuma, I have to get to class.”

“Not until you give me a kiss.” He'd smirk.

Will even pull on your undies if you’re getting dressed in front of him.

For example, while you’re busy putting on your shirt, this mf will come up behind you pull on the back string if you’re wearing a thong, or the waistband if it’s a different style of underwear.

He’d only smirk, and he likes it if he can do this if you’re bending down so he can catch you off guard.

Loves it when you wear sexy things, especially if it’s a string bikini.

However, be warned that he will try to undo the strings to strip you just cause he’s such a perv xDD.

If you're sitting next to him in class, he'll attempt to finger you since he likes to hear you whimper.

And you can thank him for having large, rough fingers.

And it would most likely cause you to hide your face with a book or with your fingers or something cause you don't want to show anyone how you look right now. And he wouldn't care if he got caught by the teacher.

“Damn, you really don’t know how to sit still, little pig.” He’d smirk.

Even though Yuma’s rough in a general sense, he can be soft too.

For example, he likes to accompany you to class, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before you enter so everyone can catch a glimpse of who you belong to.

Will minorly hold your hand, either when walking through the halls at school or elsewhere, but this is rare.

Most of the time, he’ll only do this if he has to reassure you about something in private, but isn’t opposed to holding your hand in public every once in a while.

Likes to chase you around the halls at school, at the Mukami mansion, or in his garden since he likes to hear the way you squeal when he catches you and lifts you up into his arms.

He also loves to pick vegetables from his garden with you and plant new things together.

Yuma will even reserve a section for you in his garden to let you plant whatever you want.

He likes to teach you things regarding gardening and nature, which you find to be sweet.

But be prepared that he might get a little perverted here tho if the moment grows to be too soft, which might lead him to comment something lewd.

Or might even take things a step forward--such as if you’re helping him pick the tomatoes or something and you have to bend down, he won’t hesitate to smack your ass.

“Yuma!”

“Hey, my garden my rules, little pig.” He’d grin.