#i hate when he taps his fucking foot i swear i was gonna rip my ears off

[tahdashi]

i gotta wake up at 5 tmrw to work >:/

[rudystopit]

Not so Hot Now

[Bakugou x f!reader] 

summary: you're new student at UA. Bakugou picks a fight with you and teaches you a lesson in the locker room.

*all characters are aged up*

warnings: nsfw, shower sex, not safe sex, choking, rough sex, overstimulation, and teasing.

wc: 2k

It’s your first day at your new school. Your nerves were going off the wall, but you just remember your father’s words ringing through your head. ‘Find the bully and make him your bitch’.

you walked the principals office. a small mouse man walks you to your classroom. a sleepy man sat at the front.

“oh our new student, y/n l/n.” and you walk in. you scan the class room. your eyes landed on a pair of vermillion eyes. he scowls at you. you return to look.

you sit down in the middle of the class. you stare at the board while the teacher talks. you slowly drift asleep. the peaceful sound of scribbling and aizawa’s voice easy puts you to sleep. it felt like 2 minutes then something jerks you awake. you woke up and your seat is a foot away from your desk and a hot headed blonde smirk down at you. mother fucker kicked it.

you stand up and push in your chair. you calmly walk up to him. his smirk drops to a scowl. you stand on your tippy toes and whisper in his ear. “if you wanted to to fuck me you could have just asked instead of kicking me half away cross the room,” you lean back down and pat his chest. you smile and walk out of the class with the rest of the students.

you laugh the whole way to lunch. bakugou walk to the doorway and punches the wall. “fuck you,” he mumbled.

that afternoon the class was training outside. you finally get to show off that quirk. your family calls it ‘blinking’ which doesn’t really explain all too much. you stretch and do a little test. you look at the sleeping aizawa and you tap the girl’s shoulder next to you. mina looks at you and you whisper “watch” mina protests.

“y/n don’t,” you focus on the spot behind him and you step forward and then you were behind him. you look back at mina and her mouth was wide open.

“hey mr aizawa?” you ask and the man jumped a mile. he held his chested and mumble something about retiring early. “what are we supposed to be doing?”

“just fight someone i don’t care,” he gets up and tries to steady his heart.

you roll your eyes and blink back next to mina. “you almost killed him,” you laugh and she finished stretching. “was that your quirk?”

“yeah my family calls it blinking but i hate that name,” you sigh, “i pretty much can walk in and out of ‘the veil.’ but it just looks like a disappear and reappear.” you explain to her.

“hm cool,” she looks around, “i just secrete acid,” she laughs.

“well i’m gonna go run,” you say as mina waves. you go jog around the track. you watch a few of the kids battle in the middle. you kept running keeping an eye on the battles. that’s why didn’t noticed the hot headed blonde standing in the middle of the track. you run square into his back.

“watch it idiot!” he yells and turns around “jesus christ, do you really want to fight me!” he gets all up in your face.

“you know what? yeah i do!” you yell back. you walk to one of the squares in the middle of the field. he follows behind and he gets into a fighting stance. you get look at your nails. he runs at you. you blink to the side as he falls.

he catches himself and runs at you again. he swings and you blink behind him. “hey blondie i’m over here!” you wave. he grunts and turns around to punch you. an explosion just barely hits you as you just blink to the side.

“goddamn stop running and punch me!” he yells. you shrug and let him charge at you again. another bright flash. you blink behind him and you take your elbow and jab him at the base of him neck. he falls to his knees. “that’s is i’m going to kill you,” he yells. small little explosions pop at his fist.

“that’s enough!” aizawa yells. he points to the building. “get changed you two!” you scoff and walk to the building. bakugou not too far behind.

once your close enough to the building you turn to him and saying “you’re actually not that bad,” you lean against the building.

“shut up,” he grits. you roll your eyes and walk in after you.

“come on why are you pissed at me?” you ask. he doesn’t turn, stop or answer. he just walks to the boys locker room. you follow. “hey! what is your problem with me!” he doesn’t answer. he starts getting undressed. “you kicked my chair this morning, then you wanted to kill me on the field now radio silence. what is your problem with me!” you yell. he turns to you and punches the lockers behind you.

his breathing is heavy. his eye looked like they wanted to kill you. his jaw is so tightly shut you swear it could break. “what nothing to say now?” he mocks and turns away. “get the fuck out so i can shower,” he grumbles.

“no. not until you let me what the fuck is your problem,” you huff. you cross your arms and wait for his answer. he looks at you.

“fine,” he drops his pants and walks to the showers. you hear the water run. you walk over to him and sit at the bench. “fuck no,” he points to where you were standing.

“no, tell me,” you cross your legs and lean against the lockers. look over his body. his toned abs and his... yeah it’s bigger than you thought. he groans and turns the water off. he walks back to his clothes and put on his pants. you follow him. “i’ll let you shower in peace. once you tell me why you hate me,” you says plopping yourself next you his stuff.

he standup straight and grabs your jaw with so much force. he pulls you up to look him in the eyes. you narrow your eyes. he’s trying to intimidate you. you make a plan in case it gets violent. once he sees your not gonna break, he releases you. you rub your jaw.

“you’re a fucking dumbass,” he grumbles. you flip him off. you guess that was the last straw because he slams you against the lockers with his hand around your throat. you’re hands go to his. “what you can disappear now?” he mocks you.

“fuck you,” you struggle to say with his hand clamping on your neck. you would have never guessed in a million years what the next events would be.

he slams his lips against yours. his grip loosens slightly. his free hand grabs your hip. he slowly pushes up your shirt and jacket. you take one of your hand off his and unzip the jacket and shrug it off. you feel him smile into the kiss. he breaks the kiss to rip off your shirt.

you rub your neck, “ouch asshole,” you whine.

“shut your mouth or it will be more than bruise,” he pulls your shirt off and instantly starts attacking your neck and chest. you tangled your fingers into his hair.

“oh yeah like what?” you laugh. he didn’t like that answer and bit down as hard as he could into your shoulder. she shriek out and pull him off of you. you glare at him.

he grabs your jaw again. ���you’re cute when you pretend to be pissed at me,” he smirks.

you stomp on his foot. “i am mad at you,” he grabs your wrist and turns you around. you face gets smash into the lockers and he twists your arm. he leans over your back.

“play nice dear,” he sings into your ear. you roll your hips into his. he twists your arm more. “now you want to be a slut?” he growls in your ear. he lets go of your wrist but his hand grabs your hair. he throws you on the floor. he sits down on the bench.

you look at him from the floor. “come here darling,” he says. you get up and walk to him. “take it off,” you grab the bottom of your bra and pull it off, over your head. he leans back and licks his lips. you put your thumbs in the waistband on your pants. you pull that and your underwear down. he groans and leans forward on his knees. “that’s more like it,” he stands up and puts a finger under your chin. he lifts it. you look at his vermillion eyes full of lust.

you grab the bulge in his hands. his finger became his whole hand and he was now inches from your face yelling about how you were getting so good till that little move. you smile at him. he smirks “that how you want to play,” he leans down to kiss you but you blink away into the showers.

bakugou sits there stunned. he hears the shower turn on. he runs in there to see you washing your body. he takes off his pants and walks to you.

“not so fast hot head!” you say. he stops in his track. “sit,” you say. he sits on the cold tile. he watches you sensual wash your body. you put on a little show. he drooled at your soapy body. after a few minutes of torturing him, he gets up and slams you into the wall and sucked on your tits.

you moan out and grab his hair. he grunts into your skin. he pushes you up the wall and you wrap your legs around his waist. he drags his hard dick through your folds. you moan out his name.

“yeah, tell them who’s fucking your slutty ass in the shower!” he says as he thrusts himself in you.

you scream his name in pleasure. you wrap your arms around his shoulder as he trusts harder and harder into you. he pants in your ear while he rearranges your guts. he sucks on the base of your neck. you roll your head back and let moans fall from your mouth.

“god you’re such a fucking slut,” he mumbled into your neck. you pull his hair and he bites down on your soft skin. he licks the blood from his bite. one of his hands wraps around your throat. your eyes fly open as your met with his lustful red ones. he smirks as his other hand sinks in between the two of you.

he rubs circles into your swollen clit. you bite your lip. he squeeze your neck harder. his fingers and him trusting was too much as the knot in your stomach forms. you try to moan out but they come out as small squeaks.

“come on my dick you little whore,” he demands through gritted teeth. the knot in your stomach comes undone as you clench around him. “fuck you’re slutty pussy feels good when you come,” he continues to rut into you with so much force. you moan out his name in ecstasy.

even after you rode out your high, he’s still pounding into you. you hands move to his chest and you try to push him off of you.

“bakugou, please, too much,” you whimper out.

“i’m not done slut,” he continues. every thrust pulls another small whimper out of you. his hands are gripping on to your hips now. he lets out low groans and you feel him fill you up. he drops you on the floor and turns off the water. he throws your clothes at you.

you reach to turn the water back on to clean off. he grabs your wrist. “not till after i’m done with you,” he smiles down at you. you get dress and limp to the girls changing room.

they’re all getting dressed when you walk in. “where did you go?” mina says. you don’t answer and go to your uniform. “woah, that looks like it hurts,” she continues. her fingertips graze your neck. “did bakugou do that?” your eyes widen and your face does red.

“n-no? why would you think that?” you stumble out.

“you guys had a pretty intense fight,” she sighs.

you finish pulling up your skirt and walk outside. bakugou is waiting against the wall. you walk over to him. “you never answered my question,” you huff as you stand next him.

he flips around and puts his hand on the wall next to your face. he lifts your chin. “i never said i hated you. i actually thought you were pretty cute. then when i heard you pretty little moans, i’m making you mine,” he smirks down at you.

[buckybabybaby]

Birthday Wish (Part 2)

A/n: As promised, part 2 to last years Bucky smut to celebrate this blog turning 4 last Thursday! (And me turning 28...) Two people on AO3 requested this and apparently I'm a people pleaser, so here's your update, 1 year later!

If you're not over 18 please don't read.

Proof read by way of a text-speech device

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader (Female)

Word count: 2822

Warnings: 18 + Smut. Oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, Bucky has a big ****, all the good stuff ;)

Plot: part 2 to Bucky finding your fan blog, even more rewards for the birthday girl

Part 1 

(This 2nd part probably won't make complete sense on it's own, smut is smut but there's a tiny bit of plot)

Birthday Masterlist – the other fics I've written on my birthday in the past 4 years are all here

Main Masterlist

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“Bucky?” You push weakly at his chest to get his attention. “Where you serious about that date? This isn't just because it's my birthday, is it?”

Bucky's mouth pauses in its decent down your neck as he pulls away to look at you questioningly. You can't help your doubts, not now you're no longer so fuzzy-headed, the reality of what has, and still is happening, too much to process as his warm body presses against yours distractingly.

“What do you mean?” He asks, running a comforting hand up your arm.

You want so much to just ignore your uncertainties and let this against-the-bedroom-door-make-out continue, as even with your damp underwear and friction burned thighs, there is no taking away from how painfully romantic this moment could be.

If only you were sure of his feelings.

“This isn't some pity thing, is it? Because I don't want that. If that's all this is going to be, please tell me now before it goes any further.”

“I said I like you didn't I?”

“Technically, no.”

“Oh.” Bucky's face falls and you hate that you've caused it. “M'sorry. I should have made it clear from the start; this is not because its your birthday, its because its you. This has been a long time coming, I guess this forced isolation just heighten everything and that’s why I made a move earlier today.”

“Really?”

He nods so rapidly it makes you giggle. “I swear. I wish I was better at expressing myself so you'd know how much I mean it.”

“Sometimes we don't need words,” You reassure him, curling a hand into his hair to pull his lips against yours once more, letting him take the lead as you sink back into the feeling, moving his hands to your shirts buttons when he hesitates for too long.

“I'll prove it to you, Y/N,” He mumbles against your mouth, retracing his path back down as he busies himself with opening up your blouse. “Gonna make you feel so good.”

Tipping your head back to rest against the door, your eyes close on their own, overwhelmed once again by how well you seem to fit together.

“Is this how you always dress?” He asks, referring to your lack of bra as his hands skim across your breasts.

You hum. “I don't remember the last time I got dressed properly.”

“Shit,” He breathes against the swell of your chest, “If I'd known...”

Your self satisfied laugh gets caught in your throat as he suddenly drops to his knees before you, one hand propping your right leg over his shoulder whilst his other holds you tight to keep your balance. His soft hair brushes your tummy, and you fight to keep your breathing from becoming erratic when he peers up at you, looking so submissive even though he's definitely the one in charge right now.

Bucky tugs at your soaked panties. “Let's get these out the way, yeah?”

Pressing his lips into the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, he gives you a moment to catch up to his plan.

“What if I fall?”

“I won't let you.”

It's so easy to believe him when your body is almost buzzing in anticipation. The moment you give permission, your panties are ripped at both edges and pulled away from the sticky mess of your centre, your shriek of protest making Bucky grin, hard.

“Hey! I liked those!”

“I'll buy you more,” He promises, spreading your legs a little further to get better access. “Besides, your blog said you would like that.”

Whimpering, you realise this is all your own fault. A second later, however, your ruined underwear is the last thought on your mind when his lips finds your core and his tongue licks a long line up through your slick.

“Fuck, knew you'd taste good.”

You can't answer. Bucky doesn't waste any more time speaking, putting his mouth to better use between you legs, finding your clit in no time and sucking on it until you see stars. He's an expert at making you shake in pleasure, something you'd never doubted and in fact wrote quite extensively about, but it's nice to be proven right.

More than nice, actually. You're still sore from his thigh, responsive in the best way, and he's quickly building you up to another high as he eats you out like a starved man. The heat swirls in your tummy, your own mouth dry as you pull on his hair to warn him you're close.

Bucky can tell. You can feel his smirk as he doubles his efforts, his own little moans vibrating into you as the hand holding your thigh moves to join his mouth in wrecking you for anyone else.

The instant his fingers push inside you're gone. The stretch makes you cry out, curling into his hold, your whole body being supported by Bucky while you shake through your orgasm. Tears form in the corner of your eyes as he slows down but doesn't stop his movements to guide you through it, letting up just as the pleasure turns sharp.

Slumping back against the door out of breathe, you try to rest your weight back on your own legs, failing miserably when your limbs are still so shaky. Bucky coos sympathetically, rising back up and taking you fully into his arms, your legs naturally wrapping themselves around his middle.

“You're so fucking hot.” It's said in a mutter before he makes you taste yourself on his tongue.

The passion behind his kiss is shocking, despite the two orgasms he wrung out of you. In this position you can again feel his erection, still constrained in his tracksuit, and even before you've fully caught your breath you're trying to wriggle your way out of his hold to help him out.

He sets you down with a puzzled smile. “What do you want?”

“You. Inside me.”

There's no use trying to be coy when he's seen you at your most vulnerable. Bucky chokes at your brazenness, smile growing wide as he drags you with him towards his bed, peeling your blouse off your arms before lying you gently across the sheets.

Fully naked in front of him for the first time, your instinct is to cover up but he stops you, hands catching your wrists and pressing them back to your sides.

“Keep them there, okay?”

You nod mutely, watching spellbound as he stands at the foot of the bed and finally starts to strip. His sweatshirt comes off first, thrown to the carpet somewhere to be dealt with later, and then the bottoms are gone too, leaving him in just his briefs, bulging at the front and visibly stained.

You reach out a hand before you know what you're doing. “You wanna help, pretty girl?”

“Please,” You beg, sitting back up to perch on the edge of the bed and blink slowly up at him, letting your fingers graze just above the elastic of his underwear. Teasing for a second or two to keep him on his toes, you wait until just as it looks like he's about to snap to pull at the band and let the fabric fall down and off his legs.

“Fuck,” You both say at the same time.

He's big, bigger that you'd thought, and you have thought about it a lot. If he's uncomfortable under you're wide-eyed scrutiny he doesn't show it, just lets you stare until you've had your fill.

“That's not gonna fit.”

Your voice breaks as you fail to hide your fear, only glancing away briefly to send a worried look Bucky's way.

“It's all right, doll,” He whispers, the shadow of a smirk gracing his face as he guides your hand to his cock and encourages you to wrap your fingers around his length. “We'll make it.”

The warm weight under your palm distracts you effectively, and you enjoy the power it gives you over this normally unbreakable man, collecting the precum leaking out of the tip you work to set up a steady rhythm. He's impatient, thrusting in to your grip until he can't take it any more.

“Stop, stop. Or this will be over before it's begun.”

You're surprised, you didn't think you had done much yet, but he seems pretty affected if the tremble of his hands pushing yours away are anything to go by.

Closing his eyes to gather himself, he steps away momentarily to dig something out of his wardrobe, laughing quietly at your pout when he returns.

“M'not going anywhere pretty girl.” Bucky taps a square package against your pursed lips, making you gasp in realisation. “I just thought we might need one of these?”

He drops it onto the bed by your side in invitation for you to take the lead. Picking it up, you quash the nerves threatening to come back, instead concentrating on ripping the side open carefully and placing the condom at the end of his cock just as a question flits through your mind.

“Wait. Why do you have this? Did you plan-”

“No, Y/N,” He rushes to clear up. “Sam put them in my bag as a joke, seems I'll have to thank him for it now instead, huh?”

You don't answer, but silently agree as you finish rolling the rubber down his length. Now there's no pretending where this is going. Sensing your hesitation, Bucky leans in to kiss you again, lowering you back against the bed sheets while he explores your mouth and waits until he can feel you relax.

Placing one last peck to your lips, he settles, stood, at the perfect height in between your legs. “Ready?”

“Uh huh.”

“We'll go as slow as you need, okay?”

Smiling up at him, you help him swipe his cock through you folds, eliciting a joint inhale, before he finds your entrance and starts to push in.

If he looked big, it's nothing to how he feels. Your fingers scramble across the sheets to ground yourself, so full you think you might burst, and he's not even halfway in.

“Breathe for me, Y/N.”

His whole body is tense against yours as you try your best to do as he says, breathing in unsteadily. When your eyes meet you nod, and he continues the slow slide inside of you until your hips meet when he's fully sheathed.

“There we go, told you you'd be fine.”

You laugh weakly. “M'being split in two.”

On anyone else that smug look would be off putting but with Bucky, it's just makes you roll your eyes fondly. His hands smooth across your waist as he lets you get used to the feeling, staying still even though you can see it must be torture, and that makes you determined to relax for him, the slight sting where you're joined fading with every murmured praise.

A minute ticks by before Bucky clears his throat.

“This is called cock warming, right? Read about that on your blog too.”

He speaks so casually and you clench around him in shock. You hadn't even considered that that was what you were doing but you suppose he's right, kind of, and with the way he looks as he struggles not to move you'd be more than happy to try it properly in the future.

There's nothing prettier than the flush spreading across his cheeks as his chest heaves.

Still feeling full, but deliciously so now, you urge him to move with a shift of your hips. His own roll in to yours experimentally, and when you show no signs of pain he does it again, this time drawing a small moan out of you.

“Knew you'd be good at this too,” He confesses with a harder thrust, checking you reaction as he increases his pace. “Fucking made for me.”

You can't disagree when you fit together like a puzzle. Letting him take complete control, he doesn't disappoint, swiftly lifting one leg to rest over his shoulder like earlier and finding the perfect angle after only a few trial strokes, leaving you grabbing at the sheets once more.

It doesn't take long for you to get close again. Never letting up on hitting all the right spots inside you, it's like he already knows your body so well, and you're in heaven as the pressure builds up.

“Look at where we're joined.”

You obey immediately, watching mesmerised at the wetness shining on his cock, at the way it forces your body to open up to him, at the obscenity of how big he looks pushing his way in and out of you.

“Pretty girl's gonna cum again, yeah?”

It's not a question but a demand. You hum in affirmation, too far gone to form actual sentences, only just about able to untangle one of your hands from the sheets and press two fingers against your clit.

“I-I need-”

“Let me.”

Your hand is swatted away, replaced by his, rubbing circles over your clit whilst you try to not scream. It's too much, all your senses are heightened, and with one final thrust you're falling over the edge, clenching around his cock so tightly you'd be worried about hurting him if you weren't completely lost in the feeling.

Bucky doesn't last much longer either. His thrusts slow into a sort of filthy grind of his hips into yours, and then he's pulling you up by the waist to be as far inside you as possible before letting himself go with a loud groan. Echoing that noise with one of your own, you allow him to half collapse on top of you to ride out the high, still moving in and out of you minutely, prolonging the orgasm for all that its worth.

You stay joined together like that until the aftershocks have worn off and you have enough strength to tug him fully down on to you. Protesting, he stands back up and pulls out of you gently with a grunt, discarding the condom in the general direction of the bathroom bin, then crawls back up the bed to take you in his arms, laying face to face as you catch your breath.

Shy now, you hide your face in his chest, tracing patterns over his skin with a content smile. He moves the hair covering your face aside, chuckling silently when he realises the plastic tiara is still sitting atop it, slightly askew but otherwise unharmed.

Carefully untangling it, he places it safely on his bedside table. “We need to shower.”

You don't move. “In a minute.”

“Okay, doll. One minute.”

Eyes heavy, you sink into his hold, the comforting sound of his heartbeat lulling you into sleep until he shakes you back awake.

“Hey, I meant it. We need to clean up. And you haven't had your cake yet.”

Yawning, you ask hopefully, “Cake?”

“Yeah, I, er, baked it myself. I hope it's okay, I've never really-”

How can he be so endearingly nervous just minutes after he made you orgasm, three times, you don't know. “I'm sure it'll be lovely, Bucky. Thank you.”

He shrugs, still blushing. “S'okay.”

It's quiet for a while longer, just basking in the afterglow, but there's something you really need to discuss.

Steeling your courage, you dive right in. “So, where'd we go from here?”

“Well, I'd like it if you'd be my girl, but it's up to you.”

You heart flips as you sigh in relief. “I'd like that.”

His delight at the turn of events is obvious too, pushing his lips to yours quickly before stating semi-seriously, “I better not read anything about this on that blog of yours.”

He confuses you for a second, having completely forgotten what had gotten you into this position in the first place. Laughing, you throw one of your legs over his waist, cuddling up to him even closer.

“Hey, Bucky,” You start, sitting up out of his hold to better look him in the eye whilst you ask the question you've been meaning to since the beginning of all this. “Do you follow me on there?”

“Maybe.”

You shove his arm playfully. “Maybe? Bucky! Yes or no!”

“Maybe,” He repeats with a smirk, not letting you interrogate him any more as he slides off the bed and scoops you up in to his arms. “Come on now, Y/N. Shower, cake, then back to your bed.”

“Why my bed?”

“'Cos it's clean,” he says bluntly, making you flush.

“Oh.”

“Hmm.”

Struggling to stay awake, you allow him to manoeuvre you into the bathroom, inside the shower, and under the warm, soothing water.

Bucky grabs the soap when it becomes clear you don't intend to do it yourself, being particularly delicate with his touch over your still sensitive skin. “So, did you enjoy your birthday?”

You don't reply with words, just lean in to press a smile-filled kiss to the corner of his mouth, but that's probably answer enough.

*****

[triplexdoublex]

12:05

Pairing: Colson x Reader

Warnings/tags: smut, cheating, drug use, mentions of foot-fetish, mild blood (nose bleed)

Welcome to my first Colson Baker (MGK) fic. I used a lot of lyrics and lyric references in this. My goal was to make it seem like this toxic relationship and coversations between his and reader are what inspired a lot of his songs.

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“C’mon get up,” your best friend Shawnie nudges you, pulling back the sheets of her bed she’s been kind enough to share with you since the breakup. “It’s almost noon,” 

“Grmmphf,” you groan tugging the sheet back over your head.

“I’m not gonna let you stay in bed all day again, crying over ‘Machine Gun Kelly’,” she says as she raises the shades on the window; the midday sun bright rays beaming through the thin sheet over your head. “It’s been three weeks now, get up. We’re gonna have a girls day.”

“He has a real name, you know,” you mumble from under the sheet. “Colson”

“Oh yes, Colson the compulsive cheater, how could I forget?” She rips back the sheet a final time.”How was he dumb enough to get caught this time?” She emphasizes, knowing it's not the first time you’ve caught him cheating. “Lipstick on his shirt? Hickey?” She taps the bed, “I mean it! Up! I'm taking you out.”

“Ughhh fine,” you prop yourself up. “Nudes on his phone actually. Found them his first night back from tour.” You swing your legs over the edge of the bed with a sigh. “ Do you know that dumbass really tried to convince me they were mine, like I dunno what my own pussy looks like!” You let out a half- amused chuckle.

“Wow, that’s pathetic even for him,” Shawnie rolls her eyes. “I don’t understand why you keep going back to him?”

“I dunno — it’s just..” you rake your hands over your face and into your hair. “I can’t explain it --it’s complicated. You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me,” Shawnie responds, taking a seat next to you on the edge of the bed. “Seriously, I’m listening. I just wanna help you get over him. I hate seeing you hurt all the time.”

“I feel like I’m addicted to him, like he’s my drug or something,” you admit.

“Except what fun is a drug if you can’t even get high off it and only experience the comedown?” She retorts.

“See that’s just the thing — you don’t know him like I do — there is a high,” you smile as fond memories flood back. “When it’s just me and him, when he’s just ‘Colson’, he makes me feel like I’m on top of the world. He treats me like a princess, he makes me laugh, he makes me feel good about myself, and OH MY GOD the sexxxx!” You whine, “You know I always talk about how good it is,” you laugh. “For real our sexual chemistry is just something I never thought I’d experience with anyone. He makes me feel so comfortable and open and unashamed of the things I’m into, and he shares a lot of the same desires. Everything with him is perfect... until tour starts up again”

“I can understand why all that’s important to you, but what about being faithful? Isn’t that important to you too?” Shawnie questions.

“Of course it is, that’s why I keep breaking up with him! And at first I hate him, I really do. I swear to myself I’ll never even talk to him again, but as the hurt wears away, I start craving him again,” A tear rolls down your cheek. “And then I start questioning myself like was I too hard on him? What do I expect from someone who’s living that rockstar lifestyle, getting high and drunk every night with gorgeous women just throwing themselves at him, ya know?”

“No, that is not your fault, you cannot be held responsible for him giving into temptations on the  road!” Shawnie exclaims in a motherly tone. “If he truly wanted to be faithful to you he would.”

“In Colson’s words he ‘fucks up when he’s fucked up’.” you defend him.

“Well maybe he shouldn’t get fucked up if he can’t keep his dick in his pants!” She expresses loudly.”Don’t make excuses for him... Now come on I’m taking you out today; my treat.” 

“Shawnie, really you don’t have to do that. I’ll be fine”

“Too late I already booked us appointments at the spa, and —” her voice then  shifts to a fast whisper “I may have set up a blind date for you with one of Gabe’s friends Kyle for later on tonight!” She finishes with a cheesy grin.

“Shawnie!!!” You gasp.

“Relax, I’ll be there with Gabe too. It’ll be a double date. We’re meeting at Club Hell at eleven. Now get up and get ready before we're late to our appointment.” 

‘Hell… how fitting. That’s exactly what this nights gonna be,’ you think to yourself. You’ve seen Shawnie’s boyfriends friends before and they’re not exactly your type.They’re  

just a bunch of preppy frat boys who’s penny loafers and crisp button down shirts scream ‘trust fund baby’ and ‘my dads a lawyer’.

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In the passenger seat on the way home from the spa  you look down at your bright pink toes and can’t help but frown.

“What’s the matter?” Shawnie asks, nudging you with her elbow as she drives. “Do you not like the color?”

“No, no. It’s not that. I love the color, and thank you so much for taking me to get them done, it’s just that Colson always used to take me — the man’s a sucker for a fresh pedicure,” you answer smirking to yourself as you recall his peculiar kink.

“That is more than I needed  to know,” Shawnie’s eyes go wide while keeping them fixed on the road.

“Oh please like you don’t know every detail of our sex life already,” you say tapping her leg playfully.

“But feet is where I draw the line!” She exclaims, pointing a finger.

You let out a chuckle,“Well then I guess I shouldn’t tell you about the time he —”

“Blahhh blah blaaaa I can’t hear you!” Shawnie attempts to cover her ear closest to you with her shoulder, keeping her hands on the wheel, making you bust out laughing. “There’s that smile I miss, I knew it was still in there somewhere,” she smiles back at you. “ Seriously, fuck Colson and FUCK feet!” She laughs.

“I thought you didn’t wanna hear about that time,” you tease.

“What is wrong with you!!!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you clutch your stomach in laughter, “I couldn’t pass up that opportunity, you set yourself up for that.” 

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Unfortunately Kyle is pretty much exactly what you were expecting and not at all your type but after a few rounds of drinks you decide to make the best of the night and invite Kyle out onto the  floor to dance  — Shawnie and Gabe to follow, the four of you forming a small circle. Not even five minutes into dancing you spot Colson entering the club with a tall brunette.

You grab Shawnie’s arm. “Look!” you say into her ear trying to be discreet about it.

“Oh my God, of all nights,” She rolls her eyes, “Is that the girl?”

“I dunno I didn’t exactly see her face, remember?”

“Is everything okay?” Kyle interjects, looking confused.

“It’s nothing, just someone I used to know,” you answer, returning to dancing as Colson and the brunette disappeared into the crowd. You were determined to have a good night, if not for yourself than at least for Shawnie. She was trying her best to help you get over Colson and have a good time. 

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“Wow, they really pack this place huh?” You yell over the music as the floor starts to get crowded. And as if you spoke too soon one of your elbows collides into someone behind you. Immediately you spin around to apologize. “Oh shit, I’m sorr — Colson!”

“Ah fuck man, why are you here?” Colson rolls his eyes, realizing it’s you.

“I could ask the same thing! I’m tryna have a good night and you gotta show up running shit.”

“Who’s this?” Colson’s date looks up at him annoyed before speaking to you, “Why you talking to my man?”

You throw your head back in laughter. “You’re man? Ha! You’ve got a lot to learn honey. Colson likes to run around. Colson’s everyone’s man! 

“Nah, c’mom,chill, chill,” Colson blocks his date with his arm as she tries to step to you. 

Shawnie reaches for you, pulling you back towards her by your shirt. “Let’s all be adults about this.”

“Fine!” you twist from her grasp. “Just stay away from me and I’ll stay away from you!” You shout at Colson before marching over to the bar. You need another drink. Your friends follow behind and Kyle sits awkwardly in the bar stool next to you. “Sorry about that, that was my ex, wasn’t exactly planning on seeing him here tonight.”

“No worries, seems like a total douche anyways.” Kyle responds.

“Yeah, something like that,” you answer in a daze staring into the crowded dance floor where you find Colson’s sky blue eyes locked on you from across the room. He watches you over the shoulder of his date, her back turned towards you.

“Can I buy you a shot?” Kyle offers.

“Uhh, yeah sure,” you answer, not paying attention, your eyes still focused on Colson.

Kyle pays for the shot, tips the bartender and hands you your shot. You don't even look to see what it is before throwing it back in one gulp. “Come on let’s go dance,” you slam the empty shot glass and  grab Kyle’s hand pulling him onto the dance floor, positioning his back to Colson. You don’t know what kind of game Colson is playing, but you can play it too — your eyes still locked across the room.

When the song changes — Closer by Nine Inch Nails now playing through the club speakers — Colson takes his game to the next level, grinding with “his girl” without breaking eye contact with you. You can’t decide if he’s trying to make you jealous or make you want him. And you can’t decide for what reason you keep playing along but it’s not long before you find yourself rolling your body against your date, your stare letting Colson know two can play this game.

“Damn, girl!” Kyle exclaims, shocked by your sudden shift in demeanour, his hands making their way to your ass, making you cringe internally at his touch. But you keep up the facade letting him push and pull your bodies together on the dance floor as Colson’s glare intensifies. 

‘I wanna fuck you like an animal, I wanna feel you on the inside…’  The chorus starts and you know things are about to get turnt up. Colson’s head dips down, his eyes still glued to yours as he sensually licks a stripe up his date's neck. Quickly, you spin Kyle around leaning into him as you grind your backside against the zipper of his denim. You reach behind your head with one hand, lacing your fingers in the back of Kyle’s hair and pull his face into your craned neck, simultaneously inviting him to taste you and shielding his view of you and Colson’s fervid eye fucking. You feel guilty feeling Kyle grow hard against you, knowing allowing his sloppy mouthing of your neck is definitely leading him on.

“Five.” Colson mouths to you, holding up the same amount of fingers behind his dates back, then motioning with his head to the bathrooms. You check your watch, it’s 12:00 exactly.

Five  minutes pass and you see Colson excuse himself to the bathroom. Immediately you push you date away frantically, making up a lie about feeling light headed and needing to go get some water at the bar, but head straight to the bathrooms. Inside the one person bathroom you find Colson doing a key bump of coke by the sink.

“What do you want?” You ask, annoyed.

“Ain’t that the tight little black dress from the first night we were together?” he asks, sniffing and wiping at his nose, as he locks the door behind you.

“Is that what you brought me in here for, to ask if this was the dress from our first date? You roll your eyes hopping up to sit on the edge of the sink counter, your fresh pedicured feet with open toed shoes dangling down in front of you. 

“MMMmmm you get them done just for me, baby?”

“Fuck off Colson, I didn’t even know you were gonna be here tonight, otherwise I wouldn’t have come,” you quip, folding your arms across your chest in annoyance. “Are you done wasting my time, I’d like to get back to my date.”

“Bullshit!” Colson calls you out. “ Little lawyer boy out there ain’t even your type, I know it and you know it. Your girl set you up on a blind date didn’t she?” He says cocikly. He knows you too well.

“You don’t know shit, Colson,” you lie, jumping down from the counter and heading towards the door to leave.

“Pretty impressive performance out there though, I gotta give it to you — .” Colson steps forward his body between you and the door, backing you back up against the counter. “-- letting him lick and touch all over you —-” he lowers his head, his whiskey-infused breath cascading over your neck and chest and he continues to speak. “-- knowing dayummm well you wish it were me.”

“You need to let me go, Colson. We’re over! You cheated … AGAIN!” You remind him, and apparently yourself, your head involuntarily cocking to the side, opening up your neck to him, your body half ready to give into temptation despite your anger with him.

“I’ll admit I took advantage of you every night that I was on the road,” he speaks in an apologetic tone. But don’t think for a minute i’ma let you convince me that what we started is finished, or for a second that I wouldn't take a bullet to the head for you!” He presses a single knuckle to your temple, his blue eyes piercing though your soul “You know we both want this. I know we’ve had some hard times but you said that even if it took forever that you and me would be together.”

 “You’re insane” tumbles from you lips in a last ditch effort to keep up your guard even though the breathy way it escape your mouth sounds a lot more like “fuck me.”

“Ok, yeah, I’m insane… but you the same!” He says, aggressively pointing at you and pressing his forehead to yours, his lips mere centimeters from your own.

You bite your lip; your guard, your walls, and common sense crumbling down around you. “We’re insane — both of us,” you laugh ,a single tear sliding from your eye. “I guess that’s just the way it goes.” You punctuate your words against Colson’s eager lips with a kiss.

There’s no turning back now, your fingers hurriedly undoing the buttons on the placket of his pink devil shirt as his hungry mouth devours kiss after kiss until you can barely breathe, his hands cupping your face so tight. He tastes of weed and whiskey, but you welcome the nostalgic flavor on your tongue. You slide his now open shirt off his shoulders, and let your hands trail down his tattooed torso. 

“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” he growls breaking the kiss, quickly lifting you back onto the counter, and letting his shirt fall to the floor. Nestling his face into your neck and hair, he breathes you in as if his memory is bottling up your scent for later.

“Colson,” you whine needily. Desperate to feel the heat of his mouth connect with your flesh, you rake a hand through his tousled bleach blonde locks, pushing down on his head until you feel his wet tongue begin to lap at your clavicle. You lean back against the mirror in pleasure as his tongue writes a sonnet across your neck and chest. He spreads your legs with his knee, your tight black dress inching up your thighs the wider your legs go. His hand slides up the expanse of your inner thighs to your core. Hastily, he pushes your panties to the side, the tips of his pretty painted fingers toying with your clit. The faster he rubs the faster and more sporadic your movements and breathing become, your body begging to be fucked. “Uhhh, Fuck me!” Your words echo your body’s pleas.

“Mmmmhh, he lets out a throaty rumble. “Thought you’d never ask,” he smirks, reaching for the delicate waistband of your black lace panties. He quickly pulls them down, struggling when they get snagged on the stiletto heel of one of your shoes. “Fuck it,” he laughs leaving them stuck in exchange for undoing his cherry red belt. With his belt undone he upzips his dark denim jeans pulling them and his ethika boxers down in one motion, springing himself free.

Wrapping his arms around your thighs he yanks you towards him, your ass teetering on the edge of the counter. With a hand behind each knee he shoves your legs back, bending you into one of his favorite positions; folded in half, legs up by your head. He loves how deep he can get like this. 

Still holding your legs back, he bends down, lowering his face to your core, tasting you. 

“Uhhhhh, Fuck, Cols,” you whine with eyes squeezed shut, griping his hair as he moves his tongue in a wide stripe from the bottom up, pausing to focus his attention on the sensitive bud at the top. 

“Ummghmm,” he hums against you before lifting his head. “No time for this right now” he says with glossed lips “but God, I had to taste you again.”

He removes one of his hands from your legs and grabs himself, bringing the tip to your entrance. Quickly, he slides it back and forth through your wetness before pushing in, a low gravely moan falling from his lips as he bottoms out. 

“Shit… Fuck...Oh my God!,” You slap a hand over your mouth.

“Nah, ain’t nobody gonna hear you over the music out there, baby” he says brushing your hand away from your mouth and replacing it with his lips, as he thrusts.

You moan into his mouth and he moves his lips lower, kissing down your neck, so he can hear your pleas of “Harder”. He obliges driving his hips forward with more force, and quickens his pace, the back of your head banging  against the mirror so hard, you swear the both of you are about to have seven years of bad luck. But you don’t care, the slight curve to his perfect cock ramming repeatedly into your g-spot. 

“Feels so good , uhhh right there. Yes!”  You scream out.

“Mmm, yeah you gonna cum for me baby?” 

“Ssso close.” You know you're practically guaranteed to cum before Colson; the man could go all night, often making you cum two or three times before he’s done. But you don’t have that kind of time tonight in this tiny club bathroom with both your dates nearby. A few more hard thrusts and your orgasm begins to  peak in your abdomen, the feeling as surreal as the Dali tatt on his back your fingernails are raking down. “I — I’m Cumming! 

He keeps up his pace, chasing after his own release, groaning with each clench of your walls as you ride out the waves of pleasure.

Still not there yet, he quickly pulls out, grabs you up by your hair, and shoves his cock into your mouth.You can taste yourself as he rams his cock in and out of your mouth. “Yeah, love watching you getting your throat destroyed’” he grits between his teeth, watching in the mirror as he face fucks you. “Uhhgh, gonna —” he exhales heavily, filling your mouth as he holds your head in place. After the last drop is out he pulls you off him with a ‘pop’.

The silence is awkward as you both get dressed, nothing but heavy breathing in the air. “Ah, shit,” Colson breaks the silence, a slow trickle of blood coming from his nose.

“Sit, sit. I’ll get it,” you insist, hurriedly grabbing some toilet paper from the stall, as Colson takes a seat on the counter. You dab at the dripping blood and pinch his nose shut. “Here hold this, like this,” you say, guiding his hand to his nose. “You really gotta stop doing coke, ya know.” you say in a caring tone as you finish buttoning up his shit for him.

He gives you a  simple “thanks” with a genuine appreciative smile. “Guess we would get back out there,” he gets off the counter giving his nose a final wipe.

“Yeah, Shawnie’s gonna kill me when she finds out.”

“Shhh,” he shushes your lips with his finger. “The homies don’t gotta know.”

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mean

Warnings: swearing, alcohol and drug consumption mentioned

Summary: anon requested:

“what about ransom being mean to reader bc he loves her and one day he says sth that really hurts her so she gets sad and then he comes to apologize?pleaseee❤️”

Word Count: 1.5k

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

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Growing up Ransom Drysdale had never really received affection. His parents were often too busy for him, and any nanny that he had was changed too quickly for him to form a proper bond with them. He had his Father’s wandering eye to thank for that. There was one exception however to this. [Y/N] [Y/L/N] had literally stumbled into his life when he was eighteen and a freshman in college. You had fallen into him at a busy campus event whilst struggling through a sea of other newcomers. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You exclaimed, your hands planted firmly on his chest as he tried to steady you. The rest was history between the two of you. A friendship quickly blossomed. Although Ransom tried to fight it initially, thinking it would only hurt him, your kind smiles and affectionate touches softened his tough exterior. 

Even now, years after your friendship first began you were the only person who was able to cheer him up when he was sad or calm him down when he was angry. You were his person. And he would protect you with his life. 

So when you had burst into his home one rainy Sunday morning, grinning as you danced into his bedroom where he still lay hungover in his bed. “Hi Ransom!” You sang as you threw the curtains open. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” He groaned, his head pounding, throwing his head back onto his pillow. 

“It’s 10am Ransom! I came to see my best friend on this beautiful Sunday morning!” You grinned, jumping on the bed next to him. “I thought we could go on a walk, enjoy the day!” You rolled onto your side to look at his pouting face. “I’m not going anywhere” He huffed. He cracked his one eye open to look at you, your bubbly energy annoying him this early in the morning, especially when he was hungover. 

“Come on, Ran. We’ve had this Sunday planned for a month now.” You whined, moving your hand to brush his flat hair away from his forehead, to which he swatted your hand away. 

“I’m warning you, [Y/N]!” He snapped, venom dripping from every word that fell from his lips. “I’m not in the mood, can’t we do this next weekend?” He twisted to face the other side of the room and away from you. 

While it wasn’t unusual for Ransom to snap at you, his temper was something you had had to adjust to over your friendship. However, you could usually laugh it off, tease him for being so uptight. You were the only person that could ease Ransom’s tension, all it took was your hand to be placed on his chest and a giggle for his shoulders to relax and a small smile to crack on his face. 

“Ransom, I’m getting sick of your attitude!” You shot up out of the bed, leaning down to grab your coat and bag that you had dropped on his bedroom floor. “You know how busy I’ve been with work, I was really looking forward to this weekend! All you needed to do was not go out last night so you would be okay for today! How is that too much for you to handle!?” You seethed. “And yet, I’m the bad guy for coming to your house to do exactly what we’d planned!? Goodbye Ransom.” You slammed the bedroom door behind you in your wrath. One thing you had definitely adopted from Ransom’s mannerisms was how to storm out of a house well. And boy had you done so. 

Ransom groaned. How the fuck could he be so stupid to snap at you like that? In between the thumps of his headache he strung together memories of the previous night. The blonde he’d taken to the toilet of the dingy bar, the endless stream of booze and substances fuelling his evening. All of that came crashing down as he pictured your crushed expression. 

He knew he was hard work. He would never understand why you stuck around, how you managed to keep being the positive force in his life. And yet here you were, years later still picking up the pieces of his life. But, that was until five minutes ago. You’d never snapped like that at him, ever.

He sighed glancing over at his bedside table where a tall glass of water and two painkillers sat there. You must have put them there knowing what state he’d likely be in. He didn’t deserve you, that much he knew. But, god did he love you. He sat bolt upright. Ransom Drysdale loved you. Not in a way that a friend loved a friend, or a brother loved a sister. You were his person. 

He ripped the bedcovers off himself, tearing his way to the window. Your car had already gone, but he knew you’d have only gone back home. He ignored the waves of nausea washing over him as he threw on his blue jumper from the night before. He scurried through the house, finding his car keys thrown onto the coffee table.

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Pulling up at your apartment an hour later, Ransom rushed out of the car grabbing his stuff that rested on the passenger seat of the Beamer. He charged up to the apartment block, cringing at how gloomy it was. He had always told you he could pay for a new apartment for you, but you always insisted on paying your own way. You had been able to afford an Ivy League university through scholarships and you weren’t about to stop that hard work to allow your best friend to pay for everything for you. While Ransom didn’t understand your drive and determination to work for your money, he respected it and didn’t pressure you to accept his offers. 

He pushed the apartment buzzer firmly, anxiously tapping his foot. “Hello?” Your voice echoed through the speaker. 

“[Y/N] it’s me. Can I please come up? I’m sorry” He breathed, he heard you sigh on the other end of the line and then heard the door unlock. He rushed up to your apartment taking the stairs two at a time. You were waiting for him at the door, a sad look on your face as he approached. 

“I’m sorry” He whispered.

“As you should be, Ransom. I’ve been having such a hard time at work recently and I just needed to spend some time with you today.”

“I know. I’m awful.” He ran his hands through his hair. “Can I come in?” He questioned. You silently moved out of his way to allow him into your apartment. Out of habit you walked straight to the kitchen and started making him a coffee, just how he liked it. There was an awkward silence, which Ransom finally broke by clearing his throat.

“I brought you something,” He placed a gift bag onto the countertop that you hadn’t noticed before. It was a simple silver bag, with a ribbon tying it closed. You placed his coffee down next to it. “Ransom, you can’t just expect to buy my forgiveness.”

“No, I know. Just open it please.” He gulped, watching her every movement with caution. You reached for the bag, pulling at the ribbon and peered inside. A small black box rested in some tissue paper. “What’s this?” You whispered, the box cracked open with a snap in your hand. You gasped at the ring inside, it was a simple silver band with tiny diamonds forming an infinity shape. 

You peered up at Ransom with wide eyes. “[Y/N]. I’ve realised today how much you mean to me. You’re not just my best friend you’re something much more than that. I’m not good with words you know that, so if you reject me I’m just gonna go and I’ll never bring this up again.” He stepped toward you, his hand reaching to take the box from your hand. 

“This ring is a promise... from me. I promise that I’ll walk with you every Sunday, that I’ll buy you a dog even though you know I hate them-” You giggled at this and he cracked a smile. “See, it’s just you that makes me feel like this... I love you, [Y/N]. And I want to be with you.” He took the ring out of the box, and held it in between his thumb and index finger. 

“Ransom-” You breathed, but all you could do was lean forward and press a soft kiss to his lips. He slipped the ring onto one of your fingers. You broke away breathlessly. “If you ever speak to me like that again I swear-”

“Can’t promise anything, you know what I’m like,” He chuckled, slipping your intertwined hands into the pockets of his coat. “Oh and don’t expect me to suddenly become really romantic, this was definitely a one off.” You rolled your eyes at your now boyfriend, a large smile stretched on your face.

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Pag Lubog Ng Araw || When the Sun Goes Down

Pairing— Jeon Jungkook x reader

Genre— SMUT, Angst, Enemies to Lovers au, Delinquent gang au

Warnings— Oral (f receiving), face riding, explicit unprotected sex, somewhat rough sex, fighting (they engage in fisticuffs quite a bit), swearing

Word Count— 2.4k

Summary— The gang leader of an enemy group has been getting on your nerves. This town ain’t big enough for the both of you. 

A/N— Thank you @dollwithluv for requesting! I hope you like it! I got kinda carried away with this one oops. You can still request drabbles up until the end of the August with this post

“Is that all you got, Jeon?” you spat in his face after blocking a powerful kick.

“I’m going easy on you. Just testing out the waters,” Jungkook smirked before landing another blow, knocking you aside.

Now it’s your turn to show off. With your balance regained, you launched forward to unleash a flurry of fast punches and jabs on Jungkook’s torso. That made Jungkook stagger backwards, but it wasn’t nearly close enough to knock him down. And so the scuffle continued. 

You and your gang of girls ruled this town, striking fear into any man who dared looked your way. Or so you thought. Recently, a rowdy group of boys were looking to expand their territory--directly into yours. Of course, you weren’t going down without a fight. Literally.

“You idiots get lost! We’ve been here for ages,” one of your posse members yelled over your skirmish. 

“Why don’t you ladies just move aside? You’ll be under our protection once we take over. You guys can even continue patrolling like you normally would. The only difference is that you’d be flying under our banner, so to speak. That ain’t too bad, right?” one of the boys from Jungkook’s band of delinquents (you believe his name was Seokjin) tried to reason. 

“Over my dead body!” you screamed as you exchanged blows with Jungkook.

“That can be arranged,” Jungkook gritted his teeth. 

“Get em boss!” underlings from both sides cheered. 

10 minutes later, both you and Jungkook were battered and bruised. Jungkook’s lip was busted and your nose was bleeding. Both sides concluded that the match was a draw.

“You’re tougher than I thought,” Jungkook acknowledged.

“I’ll knock your ass to the ground and beat you to a pulp next time,” you threatened with a menacing glare.

“So feisty,” Jungkook chuckled as he spat out blood.

Back at your gang’s headquarters (an abandoned shack that you refurbished), your friends tended to your wounds. 

“You have no idea how badly I wanted to jump in and smash his skull in,” Nayeon tsked as she bandaged your hands, “But I know you would’ve hung my booty above your fireplace if I meddled.”

“I appreciate the concern. He roughed me up pretty good, but I’m sure he’s licking his wounds right now too. Plus this is a leader to leader thing. You are my girls, and I’m gonna fight for you till the very end,” you gave them a thumbs up with a smug smile.

The girls cheered and applauded for their fearless leader. They know that past your tough exterior, you’re a fiercely loyal kind hearted person. Most of the gals joined your group after you saved them from being harassed or abused by various men. If there’s one thing you hate, it’s misogynists. Or maybe just men in general. 

Both gangs practically tiptoed around each other for the following weeks while their leaders were still recovering. You tried devising plans to run them out of town. Your gang was bigger, so you’d definitely win in an all out war against seven guys. But you quickly brushed that idea aside, not wanting to endanger your crew. 

“We gotta have another showdown,” you concluded during a gang meeting. 

“What?! You got so hurt last time. There’s no way we could let you--”

“Shut up! What ___ says goes. You know that,” Nayeon silenced the complaint. 

“Sunmi, bring this letter to the Bulletproof Boy Scouts. I still can’t believe they named themselves that,” you snickered as you handed her a paper with a formal challenge scribbled on it. 

“Uh, boss, I don’t think we’ll need to send that letter,” someone called out from the back after there was a pounding on the door. 

“Open it,” you commanded.

Standing on the other side of the door was a pretty boy whose smile lit up the room. No one would believe that he’s in a delinquent gang, you barely could. But then again, it seemed like that gang only recruited models with a penchant for violence and mischief. 

“Hey pretty ladies! I’m Jimin. I come on behalf of the leader of the Bangtan Boys. He wants a final showdown. Only him and ___ are allowed in the specified location while they fight. He said the rest of us can brawl outside if we felt like it, but I’ll leave that decision up to the audience. Here’s our official note of challenge,” Jimin handed a crumpled receipt to the nearest girl, “Sorry, that was the only paper we had on hand,” he apologized sheepishly. 

“Sundown two days from now at the vacant warehouse huh? Sounds fine to me. Any rules?” you raised a brow at Jimin after reading the challenge aloud. 

“I dunno. That’s all the boss discussed with us. Figured you two would make it up as you go. In terms of weapons, Jungkook prefers to use his hands,” Jimin answered.

“So practically no rules. I can roll with that. See you boys in two days,” you shooed the messenger away. 

“Are you sure about this? You’re finally starting to recover--”

“Gear up. You’re gonna help me spar,” you interrupted Nayeon. You didn’t have any time to waste before the rematch. 

~The Day of Reckoning~

Your girl gang surrounded the warehouse. They weren’t happy about leaving you alone, but they were ready to keep anyone else from interfering. You tapped your foot impatiently as you waited at the front. 

“Is this heaven? There are angels as far as the eye can see!” one of the boys whistled as soon as they pulled up. 

“I wouldn’t count on that, Tae. These gals would probably stab you in your sleep and steal your wallet or something. Not like you have any money in there anyway,” Jungkook teased.

The group of boys sauntered through the crowd of sneering women until Jungkook stood directly in front of you. 

“Let’s settle this once and for all, you piece of shit. Loser skips town,” you asserted.

“Works for me. I’ll hate to see you go,” Jungkook’s tongue quickly darted to lick the corner of his mouth. The action was meant to be intimidating, but it stirred something inside of you. You tossed the feeling aside; he was the enemy. And you’re about to kick his ass.

The warehouse smelled like mold mixed with wet dogs. It was dark. The only light source was the sun’s rays that shone through cracks and holes in the walls or from the partly torn off ceiling. It was already dwindling. Jungkook loudly slammed the door behind him. You led him to the middle of the building, turning to face him before the fight could start. 

“Hope you enjoyed your time here,” you taunted.

“We did. We like it here better than our own hometown. You sure you don’t wanna just let us take over? I won’t have to ruin that pretty face of yours,” Jungkook offered again. 

“Fuck off Jeon,” you scoffed before throwing the first punch. 

You found yourself locked in a repetitive pattern of offensive and defensive moves. Jungkook’s attacks felt heavier, but you moved even faster. It seemed like both of you had reserved your full strength last time. 

Jungkook’s last punch knocked you off balance. He took the opportunity to knock you to the ground, effectively pinning you under him. He leaned close to your face and smiled maliciously down at you as he assumed that his victory was assured. He was wrong.

You banged your head against his with as much force as you could muster. In a flash, your positions had been switched. Jungkook groaned in agony under you as you tightened your hold on him. 

“Surrender, or I’ll pulverize you,” you threatened.

“Let me tell you something first,” he wheezed.

You reluctantly moved closer to him, but were on guard just in case he tried to headbutt you. 

“Closer,” he demanded.

“No fuck you--”

Jungkook used the last of his strength to repel his upper body towards you to plant a rough kiss on your lips. You looked at him in shock, releasing your grip. Jungkook placed his hand on the back of your neck and pulled you towards him, stopping you just centimeters in front of his lips. 

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. I have a thing for strong women,” he whispered. 

You lunged forward and knocked Jungkook flat on his back as you kissed him ferociously. The taste of blood was tinged with desire as the kiss deepened. No one could deny that Jungkook is a handsome boy. Seeing him all beaten up made him even more attractive to you, especially knowing that he’s tough enough to compete with you. 

“You know, I thought you looked cute with a busted lip,” you said when you broke the kiss.

“I’d look even cuter if you busted on my lip,” he winked, “Ride my face, ___. Please,” he added. 

“What? Right now? I’m all sweaty because we’ve been fighting and--”

“I don’t give a shit. Let me taste you. Unless you’re uncomfortable, of course,” Jungkook showed his decent side. 

“In that case,” you say as you slide off your pants.

You kneel above Jungkook’s face, your clothed cunt hovering inches away from his open mouth. 

“Come. Here,” Jungkook roughly pulled you down onto his mouth. 

He licked wide stripes along your panties, soaking them with both his saliva and your arousal. Ripping the measly piece of material off, he dove nose first into your pussy. His tongue explored your folds, making you squirm. He placed a strong grip on your hips to hold you firmly in place. He moved his arm to let his hand rest right above your pussy. 

Without warning, his thumb began to circle your swollen clit. You whimpered at his touch. The pace of his thumb synced up with his tongue as he shallowly dipped it into you. You could feel something ball up within you. No doubt your climax was on a one way express train pummeling towards its final stop. Destination: All over Jungkook’s face. 

“Jeon I--I’m gonna” you shuddered.

“Lay it on me baby,” he said, muffled by your pussy.

A euphoric high took over your body a couple of intense seconds later. You were tingling from your nose down to your toes as you weakly dismounted Jungkook. He licked around his mouth, savoring your cum.

“I guess you’re right, you do look better after I busted all over your lips. And face. Sorry bout the mess,” you laughed. 

“You could let me fuck you if you really wanna make it up to me,” Jungkook suggested as he palmed his groin. 

“Do you fuck as well as you eat pussy?” you inquired as you sat beside him. 

“Only one way to find out. You down?” he propped himself up by his elbows.

“Fuck me senseless, pretty boy,” you requested. 

“Sure thing, except,” Jungkook pushed you onto your back, “I’m on top this time.” 

Jungkook shimmied out of his pants, revealing his already hard dick. It wasn’t too girthy, but it was long. You had a feeling he’d hit all the right places with ease. You were still sopping wet, so Jungkook slid in without a problem. He took his time feeling every inch of you before finally bottoming out. 

Jungkook began to fuck you harder, making your entire body shake with each impact. Your wanton moans mixed with his grunts as he snapped his hips faster. His hand snaked its way from your chest up to your neck. He placed a harsh grip on the sides and smiled down at you with satisfaction. Normally you’d enjoy this, but not today. Not with Jungkook.

A quick jab at his side prompted him to release you and nearly double over. Before he had the chance to cuss you out, you flipped him over, reclaiming your rightful place. You ease yourself back onto his cock, bringing him back to a blissful state. 

You rode him like your life depended on it. Your hips had a mind of their own as they rocked back and forth. Jungkook groaned with pleasure as he rested his hands on your hips. You began to fuck him with a purpose, changing your pace.

“Whatcha doin?” he moaned.

“Spelling my name on your dick. Now it belongs to me,” you answered proudly. 

“Oh fuck, is that so? Are we dating or some shit?”

“Shut up and we’ll figure it out post nut,” you hushed him.

You brought up your knees and squatted over him with your feet on the ground. You bounced up and down and let yourself get lost in the moment. Your carnal voices harmonized and echoed throughout the abandoned warehouse. The sun had finally set, now replaced by the pale moonlight. 

“Baby keep going, just like that. I’m gonna cum. Wait fuck should we be using a con--uuuggghhhh,” Jungkook didn’t get to finish that sentence.

He exploded into you, his warm seed shooting up into you. You bent over to kiss him once more. What was meant to be a quick peck turned into a heated makeout session. 

“Give me a little bit before I can fuck you again,” Jungkook said once the kiss broke. 

“We have more pressing matters to address. Uh, what exactly should we do now? I don’t know if we can really declare a winner or a loser,” you pointed out. 

“I’d say we were both winners today,” Jungkook nodded.

“Interesting…” you thought out loud.

“What?”

“Are you still open to combining forces? Only this time, we’d be on equal footing. We can make a stronger gang together,” you suggested. 

“I don’t see why not. Everyone is outside anyway right? Let’s go break the news,” Jungkook agreed. 

“We both look like shit. And we smell awful,” you observed.

“Eh, it happens. They gotta respect their leaders no matter what, right?” Jungkook shrugged. 

Both Nayeon and Jimin fell into the warehouse as soon as you opened the door. 

“We weren’t doing anything!” Nayeon said quickly.

“We were just wondering if one or both of you were dead, so we tried to see if we could hear you guys and…” Jimin couldn’t maintain eye contact with either of you.

You pushed them aside and walked out to face the delinquents that were eagerly awaiting the official verdict.  

“Listen up dirtbags! Starting today, we will be combining forces. We are now one gang, and we’re gonna be the strongest gang this country has ever seen!” you announced.

“You hear that boys? We’ll be seeing these angels on the regular!” Jungkook chimed in. 

“What the hell?!” was the resounding response as Jungkook grabbed you by the waist and locked his lips with yours.

Published August 11th, 2020. No editing, copying, translating, or reposting allowed. All Rights Reserved © 2020 Baepsaesbae.

[demonfox38]

Okay. Made it through the last season of Netflix's "Castlevania" interpretation. Thoughts are below the cut.

I've often thought of this series as the exploitation version of "Castlevania," and hiring Malcom McDowell confirms that.

Although, I find it hilarious that both Malcolm McDowell and Patrick Stewart have ended up voicing the same character. I'm sure there's a "Star Trek Generations" joke to be made in there, but I'm not Mike Stoklasa.

Also, I was cracking up a bit when Varney's plot twist happened. Mostly, because it came off a bit Skeletor-esque in vocal performance.

Also, also—laughing that the final boss went the "Castlevania: Lament of Innocence" route despite barely touching on that game's plot.

Animation had its ups and downs with this season. It seemed like there were some frame issues (not enough inbetweening.) I do appreciate how they incorporated more of Alucard's SOTN animations into his fights, however.

Additionally, some of the fight scenes' pacing seemed to have issues, particularly regarding weapon recovery.

The whole bit with St. Germain was off. Like, he's a weird asshole in "Castlevania: Curse of Darkness", but he's more of a weird asshole there in the same way that casually encountering "Doctor Who"'s Doctor would also be strange. Not a straight up villainous boob. Kinda makes sense thematically to have another character who is willing to do horrible shit for their lost loved one, but the series honestly did not do a good job establishing her. Like, did she even have a voice actor? Or a name? All I'm saying is it was much easier for outsiders to get the Lisa revenge thing Dracula had going.

Also, how dare you joke about not being deaf and then have a villainous monologue, TV show.

Greta's a good girl. Well, outside of being an occasional homewrecker. Point is, she's competent and trying her best to save people in a bad situation, and anyone having issues with her is not to be trusted in the same way that you don't trust people who don't like Rochelle from "Left 4 Dead 2."

Look at me. Do not trust people who do not like Rochelle from "Left 4 Dead 2." Yes, her writing could have been better, but she's still a viable character. Let people Thunder Child their ships on the rocks of your better self. Got me?

Also, y'all really need to embrace more polyamory. Or understand the fact that Alucard's not going to love just one person in his life. Dude lives to be at least 600 in the game's timeline. For a dude who loves humans, constricting him to just one who may live to be 100 at best is cruel.

There are some interesting philosophical dialogues going on here, but I can see where some people may lose their patience for them. Considering one of Castlevania's most popular memes is a philosophy debate, you're just gonna have to suck that up. My personal favorites included the topic of acting versus reacting, as well as having agency in one's story.

Striga's battle theme was cool, but otherwise, the music was forgettable. Yes, that is a sin. Punishable by Death? In this series, maybe!

The gore's still over the top. Which, okay, fine. There's a bit of that in game. It's just generally a bit more reserved with it or uses it in crucial boss fights.

RIP doggie.

The Targoviste plot's a bit of a wash, but it doesn't feel as useless as Trevor and Sypha's previous plot predicament. It's just nothing of a surprise, considering how many times the writing has played the "authority figures are useless" and "dark secret surprise" tropes in this series. Like, Greta being reliable is actually more surprising than anything with this plot.

I cannot emphasize enough how boring I found Carmilla's interpretation and plot arc. You guys could have had a giant, naked lesbian riding a skull and spewing magic at people while her cat-eared girlfriend jumped them for extra damage. But no. Vanilla lady with a scarlet sword for you. So long. Farewell. Auf Wiedersehen. Good night.  

Gotta say, as much of a deviation from his source character as he is, Isaac really turned out well in this series. He's definitely evidence that you don't always need to stick to source material.

His Abel is fucking sick, dude. Way to go, king.

Also, I was expecting more violence from Hector this season. Oh, well. At least he got a teeny bit of a spine.

Look. I'm not an alchemist by any means. I'm just a bit baffled by this season's emphasis of obtaining a Rebis. Like, any time the game series has talked about the Magnum Opus of Alchemy, it's more been in pursuit of making a Philosopher's Stone (or at the very least, a Crimson Stone, as seen in "Castlevania: Lament of Innocence.") Pulling a Rebis out of the aether is…well. Could have been more interesting than it was. I mean, it was a bit nightmarish, but it really didn't do much.

Sypha's really never getting back to her family, is she?

Love the idea that the cross subweapon is basically a fancy chakram.

GERGOTH. BUDDY. FRIENDO.

Really appreciating the monster variety in these last two seasons. I mean, that's a big selling point of the "Castlevania" games. Not so much vampires standing around and bickering in dick-waving contests.

Breaking out of the bullet points to hit on the big subject of this season—that is, the ending being surprisingly happy.

There's been a lot of shit that's happened over the last few years. Obviously, a pandemic. Konami's run by pricks. Then, there's the situation with the allegations of sexual coercion with Warren Ellis. Additionally, the terrible ending of "Game of Thrones" likely impacted how this season was developed, considering it seemed to be chasing its progression in construction. (I mean, look at Carmilla and Daenerys.) I don't know how many people were happy with the last season of "Castlevania," but from my POV, it double-tapped itself in the foot with the way it pushed simultaneous sex and violence in its last two episodes. My point is, there was little taste for additional darkness, considering everything that has been happening. Society is drained.

A happy ending was what people really wanted. And man, did this pull through, in that regard. But, there's a conversation to be had in if this swerved too far or if it violates some artistic integrity to give people what they want. So, let's have it.

Look. Man. Have you seen a "Castlevania" ending? When you do it right, it's crumbled castles and rainbow-colored skies. If you do it really right, it results in a pretty girl holding the main character's hand. There is happiness in these games. Hope. Forgiveness and redemption. If this is supposed to be any bit an accurate interpretation of these games, it absolutely should end in such a joyful fashion. (Okay, maybe giving Dracula and Lisa a second honeymoon at the end was a bit much, but I get where people would want that.)

Did some items need to be addressed more? Absolutely. Alucard staking people and Hector getting sexually coerced into servitude are some pretty big topics to just wave away. (Oh, shit. That second part is even worse now with what Ellis was allegedly doing, isn't it?) I suppose I'm just glad the series didn't go full Sephiroth with Alucard. And at least Hector finally took some stand in his situation, even if it wasn't the bombastic, hateful revenge I'm used to seeing from this character in other stories.

I think the creators of this series were trying to save this show from the fate of "Game of Thrones." (To some extent, perhaps the "Voltron" re-interpretation as well.) There's so much media out there anymore that if a production team doesn't nail the ending, their creation gets wiped out of the collective consciousness. To that extent, I think the creators were successful in saving their series. Did it do damage to itself in yanking out of its construction and themes? A bit. But, in doing so, it pivoted back to being more like a proper "Castlevania" product. (And of course, by proper, I mean anything ignoring "Lords of Shadows." God, people need to stop chasing other products when developing "Castlevania" stuff and just let the series be as it is.)

I am very curious as to how much of this season was part of an original draft and how much was revised in backlash to everything that has happened. It doesn't seem like Trevor was intended to survive, but to some extent, Sypha had to. (I mean, until she has a kid, anyway. See "Lords of Shadows" series for dickery regarding that.) I'm also wondering if there was more intended for the Carmilla subplot, as much as the series was banging on about her invading locations. I'm not even sure St. Germain was intended to be a villain all along. Getting into a bitchfight with Death? Sure. Doing what he did here? That's a weird arc, dude.

If you come away from my POV with anything, it should be this: GO PLAY THE GAMES.

Do it. Do it, you ghouls. Go to the Steam store and download the "Castlevania Anniversary Collection." Boot up your PS3 or 4 or 18 or whatever and get "Symphony of the Night." Throttle Nintendo's stores until "Aria of Sorrow" or "Dawn of Sorrow" or "Harmony of Dissonance" or whatever rattles out of their moldy pockets. Find a ROM. Find an ISO. Just play a game. Especially, one of the ones made before 2010.

"Castlevania" as a game series isn't about hordes of vampires dick-waving at each other or edgy swearing or being grim and dark. Some of that stuff's there, sure. But, at its core, it's what game developers created when they looked at Universal Monster Movie creations and went "That's cool. Let's fight that!" It's a series about pushing technology in MMC chips to make rich, vibrant music. It's about flourishing artwork and layers of sprites dripping particles and gore onto players. It's sober and goofy and very pro curry.

The thing is, "Castlevania" players have their own unique connection to the series. We're the weirdos you see clapping their hands when a mutilated dinosaur shows up on screen. It's not because the monster alone is cool. It's that we've fought and struggled and bodied that thing through several floors like a goddamn "X-Men: Children of the Atom" stage. It's kicked our asses. We've kicked its ass. We've got a connection to it that you just don't get from passively watching it barf lasers through a computer monitor or TV screen. Like, you know how people go, "Well, the movie wasn't as good as the book?" It's obnoxious, sure. But, those who read the source materials have to go to the effort of constructing their own sets and people to understand what's happening. In a similar fashion, game players build up their own skill set to reach that next rung.

Maybe you don't always get a payout when you invest your resources into something. But, there is a sense of accomplishment, seeing what you can do.

There's a reason this series got an adaptation. I mean, outside of Konami's head executives wanting easy money. "Castlevania" is a fantastic video game series. Has it got a few problems? Oh yeah. Especially after outsourcing and pachislot machines became all the rage. But, there's a reason Simon and Richter Belmont are playable in "Super Smash Bros. Ultimate." There's a reason I spent a significant amount of time playing these games and writing or drawing fanworks for it. These games are wonderful. Beautiful. Difficult, but inspiring. Reasons I will still bang on about them decades years down the road.

When I get exasperated by layers of angst and edge lord content this Netflix series generated, I want you to know why. The roots of this show are good games held captive under poor management. Some people on staff know this. I wish they had more scenario and writing control. But mostly, I don't want to shit on them or their work. (Well, other than perhaps the obvious target.) I just want you to see what I love in these games.

And also to watch Crashervania. Because that's legit.

[adhdeancas]

Sunset Sound: Honey Bee

Chapter 17 is available to read on AO3 too :) 

trigger warning: panic attack/anxiety attack

Dawn has not quite hit when Dean is suddenly blinded by a light. “Son of a- what the fuck?” They’re awake before they can notice, blind fear running in their veins. Dean scrambles for his keys, stomps Baby into drive, and they’re 0 to 80 in seconds. 

The spotlight hits him straight in the corneas again and he swerves and almost runs into a fence lining the road. Cas jumps back into the front seat, tugs the wheel over and they crash through the barbed wire. “Cas, what the hell?”

“We need away from the road!!” Cas explains, holding a hand up to try to fend off the horrible glare. The spotlight fades as they hit forest, Dean swearing left and right as he guides Baby through tight swaths of tree trunks. They abandon her once it gets too much and make a run for it. The spotlight can’t keep up; it pans across trying to find Dean’s plaid in the overgrowth or Cas’s trench coat, but Cas grabs Dean and throws them both into a bush before it can. Dean spits out a leaf and glares at him. “You’re welcome.” Cas mutters back, except it’s breathless, because for some reason beyond the physical exertion, Cas can’t breathe. It’s then that he realizes he’d left the walkie talkie, their only connection to their friends, in the backseat of the car.

He takes in big gulps of air but it doesn’t seem to matter, or maybe those gulps of air do too much, because it feels like his head is floating. He squeezes his eyes shut and just holds onto Dean; he needs to know that he’s still there but the panic in his skull finds the image of him too much.

“Cas?” Dean whispers, and it sounds far off. “Cas.” Cas can feel Dean’s grip on his arms, pulling at his coat sleeves like he’s trying to reel him back in. “You okay? What’s going on?”

Cas shakes his head then nods. “I’m fine, I just- am having trouble-” he takes another gulp of air because he keeps running out, and his confusion mounts. Is this what running normally feels like, to humans? Is it usually so uncomfortable and debilitating? Perhaps his vessel is just woefully - as Dean would say - flabby. Out of shape. 

“Breathing?” Dean gathers from Cas’s exaggerated gasps. The fear in his own chest calms down a little bit now he knows what’s happening. “Cas, it’s alright, look at me,” He puts a hand on his cheek, trying to convince Cas to open his eyes. “Cas, trust me,”

Cas finally does, of course. He takes a breath in and opens his eyes, and it’s a mixture of stunning adrenaline and comfort that goes through his body when he realizes he and Dean are sitting almost on top of each other within the poking branches of the bush. Dean pushes a stick out of his way so Cas can see his eyes clearly. “What’s happening?”

“You’re having a panic attack, doofus,” Dean smiles at him with his best bedside manner. “It’s fine, happens to me all the time. Just-” He grabs hold of Cas’s hand and raises it so Cas can see. “Up means breathe in, down means breathe out.”

“But what if-” Cas throws a glance up, focused completely on the wrath of heaven that could descend upon them at any moment. 

“Since when are we scared of a couple dicks with wings? We’ll be fine. C’mon, have I ever let you down?”

Confidence leaks back into Cas at the reassurance, and a glint reaches his eyes as he says, “Well…”

Dean mimes out a sarcastic laugh and holds their hands up again. “Alright, asshole, breathe,” He lifts their hands slowly, Cas’s breath growing past what he’s comfortable with, then lets them down even slower. Over and over again until it’s all Cas is thinking about, and he knows his heartbeat has stopped hammering so fast against his ribs. It’s still there, the panic still bothers him, but it’s manageable, which he guesses is what Dean is going for. He nods at Dean in thanks.

“I’m okay. We can go.” Dean ignores him to do three more breaths, which Cas grudgingly follows. Then he highers himself into a crouch, still holding Cas’s hand.

Dean pulls him back onto the run and they sprint until they see a cabin in the distance. They make eye contact and agree; they can take whoever owns the cabin, if they need to. It’s Cas who pounds on the door and Dean who peeks in the window, which means he only looks after the owner answers the door and Cas has grabbed him by the throat. 

“Corbett?” 

Cas lets him go almost immediately, but the poor boy’s eyes stay wide. “Uh-D- Dean?” Dean steps up and puts a hand on Cas’s arm, pulling him back to try and make Corbett a little less on edge. It works a little bit; the nervous man withdraws slightly and rubs at his neck. “Dean… Winchester, right?” 

“Yeah,” Dean nods encouragingly and steps in front to ease his way in the cabin. Cas has a hand on his back trying to push him in faster, still aware of heaven’s spotlights looking out for them. “Been a while, buddy. Mind if we-?” He pats Corbett on the shoulder as he just stands there and stutters and Cas and Dean both get to work drawing warding on the walls. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Sigils, to keep the angels off your back,” Dean explains quickly, glancing at the guy’s bewildered expression. “Dude, what are you wearing?” 

Corbett looks down, offended, and puts his hands on his hips. “A robe- I didn’t expect visitors!” The robe is baby blue and it stops above his knees, and Dean raises an eyebrow at it. “Hey!” He throws his hands up. “Listen, I’ll change and all, but what are you doing here? And who is he?” 

“Cas. He’s- well, you can trust him.” 

“...why do I need to trust anyone?” Corbett says suspiciously. He walks over to his bedroom and reemerges wearing actual clothes, not comforted by Dean’s silence. “Do you guys want something to drink- water, coffee?” His politeness takes over by instinct, and he gestures his guests to his table. “Please tell me what’s going on.” 

“Coffee would be great.” Corbett looks over at Cas and he nods the same. “Uh, we got angels on our trail.” 

“And that’s… a bad thing?” 

“I’m not on their good list.” Now it’s Corbett’s turn to raise an eyebrow from the coffee maker. Dean smiles awkwardly. To this poor guy, being on an angel’s shitlist probably isn’t a ringing character endorsement. 

“It’s a long story; promise we’ll tell you some other time. But, uh, you mind if we lay low here for a while?”

Corbett shrugs, not sure he has much of a choice, but he plops down coffees in front of the three of them anyway. “Looks like we have some time then. But, um, Dean… how’s Ed?” The kid looks at Dean hopefully, flashing some puppy-dog eyes that even Sam would be jealous of. Dean looks at Cas for help, but of course Cas has no freaking clue what Dean’s conflicted about. He looks back at him without a care in the fucking world beyond burning his tongue on his coffee.

“He’s good. I mean, not- he’s- he was sad- he mourned you and all, if that’s what you’re asking.” The tips of Dean’s ears turn red and he changes the subject before he can shove his foot in his mouth. Last time Corbett talked to Ed, Ed was pretending to be in love with him. The key word being pretending. “Anyway, so, hate to break it to you but heaven sucks.” 

Cas steps in then, helps soften the blow and explains with more eloquence than Dean could. Corbett takes the news surprisingly well, something about always figuring God was a dick (yeah, growing up gay in the Midwest will do that to you), although the fact that Cas was/is an angel threw him for a loop. 

“So you don’t have, like, wings or anything?”

“I did. I do.” Cas frowns down at the table. After losing all but all of his grace, his wings are but a mangled decoration for him now. Especially being in heaven, not being able to fly around stings, it feels like he is moving in slow motion sometimes. Dean’s hand appears over the table and taps his, his fingers soft and consoling. He pulls back slowly and Cas wishes he would keep touching him. “I can’t fly now, not without my powers.” 

“That sucks.” 

“Yeah.” Cas smiles up at Corbett. The simple openness of this man is making Cas instantly fond of him. It’s a refreshing change of pace from hunters and ethereal creatures’ secretive nature. “It was worth it, though. I’m alive.” 

“... you’re in heaven.” 

Dean snorts, and Cas nods, amused. “I’m not here… naturally. Given the ability, I believe I would be able to traverse back to the mortal realm and live as… well, as a human.” He looks up and meets Dean’s eyes, who looks shaken by the information. 

Cas could go back and live on Earth as just a regular old human, and Dean… Dean’s dead. Dean’s dead at 41 and that’s that. The thought makes his heart sink like a rock in his chest. 

“Well,” Dean stands up and slaps a hand on the table, breaking the quiet of the cabin. “We should probably get going.”

“Wait.” Corbett stands too and grabs Dean’s arm, an action far more forward than he’s used to. “Dean, you gotta… please, tell me. What aren’t you telling me about Ed?” 

Dean sighs, looking around the cabin for a possible exit. His eyes land on a stupid framed photo of Corbett and Ed, taken like a selfie before front-facing cameras existed. His stomach twists in a knot. How is he supposed to ruin this guy’s happiness? He thinks Ed is gonna show up someday and they’re gonna be happy and together and gay in a dumb little gay paradise.

“Please. Dean, the truth.” 

The knot in his stomach twists further and Dean winces. He’s gotta tell him. Better that than the guy getting his heart ripped out when Ed finally shows up and doesn’t want him. He swallows and looks up at Cas, who’s frowning at him in confusion. Dean looks away. Better to look at Corbett. “Uh, listen, Corbett… Ed… he’s not in love with you.” 

Corbett blinks. “Wha- no, he- he said-” 

“Yeah, he lied,” Dean sighs and sits back down heavily. “Sorry dude, but…” He shakes his head. Corbett shakes his right back.

“No, he said he loved me.” 

“I know what he said!” It bursts out of Dean before he can stop it, louder than he meant. He pauses and clears his throat, and the whole cabin is silent. 

Cas puts a hand on Corbett’s shoulder. “I’m sure he meant what he said, in a way.” he says, talking out of his ass. He has no way of knowing what the situation was, but Corbett talks about this Ed man like they were close, friends, pals. 

Corbett keeps his eyes fixed on Dean. Dean sighs and turns his head, looking at the young man again. “Listen, I’m sorry,” But he can’t get another word out before Corbett starts crying. He puts his head in his hands and sobs, and Dean and Cas look at each other helplessly. Cas pats his shoulder, but he shrugs it off. Finally Dean heaves himself up and squats down next to Corbett. He tugs on his hands gently, pulling them away from his face, and Cas imagines this is how Dean dealt with it when Sam cried as a child. “Corbett, man… Ed loved you, just not… listen.” He stops and Cas can practically hear the ‘shit’ in his head as he searches for the right words. “Ed loved you enough to tell you he loved you, just so you’d be able to move on. To save you.” his voice is steadier now, quiet and firm. Cas stills, just listening. “And maybe he doesn’t want to come up here and shack up and watch Desperate Housewives, but,”

Cas watches Dean’s train of thought trail away as he catches his eye. He holds his gaze, and Dean looks heartbroken. He looks insecure. He looks like he did that night in the barn, when Cas recognized his self-loathing without a second thought. Now, the expression causes Cas physical pain, and he wants to reach out and soothe him. Instead, he just stares as Dean continues talking without taking his eyes off him. 

“I mean, he probably still wants to, y’know, have a beer or something. And that’s shitty, it’s-  disappointing as fuck but… you gotta respect that.” He clears his throat and finally looks down. “Everything’s shitty right now.”

“Everything’s shitty.” Corbett agrees, sniffing. He was too lost in his own misery to notice the considerable tension in the room. Cas can’t get the image of Dean’s face out of his head, his words playing like a broken tape-deck over and over.

The rest of the goodbyes are said through a haze of Cas’s thoughts screaming at him, and it isn’t until they get back to the car, fuzzy small talk half-remembered, that Cas gets up the courage to say something. Still, he waits minutes into the car ride, because he doesn’t want to seem like he has been waiting to get into the car. The logic makes no sense but it controls him, and it makes his voice quaver when he finally says, “Dean?” 

“Yeah,” Dean smacks his lips and glances at him once, fingers tapping the wheel to the beat of the radio. 

“Why did you want me?” 

Dean furrows his eyebrows and looks at Cas like he doesn’t understand the question. “Why did I…?”

“Why did you bring me- to go with you to the Garden.” Cas clarifies. Helpfully. Almost confidently, if he’s being generous with himself. 

Dean gives him an incredulous glance. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t have my powers, Dean. There are angels you could have brought with you that are far more powerful. Or, if you wanted to attract less attention, there are plenty of hunters who could slip under the radar, who are more skilled in combat.” Cas tries not to let his self-doubt seep into the words. He’s not sure if it works, because Dean shifts uncomfortably in his seat. 

“I dunno, because I didn’t want to bring those other guys,” he says defensively.

“Dean,” Cas pushes, insistent. His heart is speeding up in his chest and he feels like he might explode if he keeps going, but he has to. His momentum is already started, and the look in Dean’s eyes as he’d talked to Corbett is giving him strength. 

“What!” Dean sounds annoyed now, but it’s just more defense. He’s starting to feel like he’s being cornered into doing something terrible, like telling the truth.

“Dean.”

“Because I like you?” 

It’s even and it’s uncertain and it’s vulnerable. Dean is scared as hell, but then he looks at Cas and he gets terrified. A flicker of hurt passes across Cas’s face, and it’s so severe even Dean can’t miss it. 

Cas feels like a child. He feels like he’s being spoken to like a child. He had expected… but that was too much. Instead of simplicity and vulnerability, he heard patronization. “You don’t need to do that Dean.”

“Do what? I do like you, man. We’re- friends. Didn’t think I needed to spell that out for you.” Dean laughs nervously, completely un-fucking-aware of what is going on right now. 

Cas looks at his lap. “Claire has explained to me what ‘friendzone’ means, and I assure you, it’s unnecessary. It always has been.” Feeling is excruciating.

Dean sputters. He had not expected the word “friendzone” to come out of Cas’s mouth like… ever. “I don’t- I haven’t-”

“You’ve called me your brother multiple times.” Humiliation burns across Cas’s face. 

“No, no, I don’t mean it like- I’m not trying to friendzone you…” Dean laughs, a little crazed that he’s actually in this conversation. More that he’s about to- “I just- I want you around…  because I like having you around. I want you around because I like seeing you and I like your grumpy little jokes and I like your dumb info dumps about plants and I like watching movies with you you’re only watching to humor my dumb ass…” Dean trails off, the little bit of pink in his cheeks matching Cas’s. “Listen, Cas, you’re not like a brother to me. I mean, I love my brothers, but I don’t love them like that.” He swallows, looking at the road in front of them. It stretches quiet and unremarkable, like it has no idea the progress being made in this old hunk of well-shaped metal. “Like this.”

He keeps facing straight ahead, fingers tapping out of beat against the wheel now. Cas is dumbstruck. The car is filled with the heaviness of it. It’s finally out there. Dean loves him. Cas looks over at Dean, and lights throw his face into half shadow, and he looks beautiful. Cas reaches out and grabs his hand off the wheel and holds it in his own. Dean keeps driving. One handed.

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[jt-artsandfics]

Mantis blades and Gorrila fist pt 6

Hey everyone sorry for really late chapter had alot happen but I'm hoping to make next chapter tonight to make it up to you guys so I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: talk of Sex, sex toys, swearing

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Earlier that day~

Vexrin passes around his apartment as he quickly rings up two others after his call with misty finishes.

"Vishnu Voldemārs speaking" he hears as me smiles. "Vish mate it's been a while" he chuckles as he gets a sigh from the other end of the line. "Vevi lad wasn't expecting a call from you, everything alright" there was a small bit of concern in the older man's voice.

"I'm alright, wondering if you would be interested In coming to hang out with Misty, myself and Starling. You in?" The other end of the line goes quite before he can hear Vishnu shouting about something before he's back on the line.

"Yea I'll see you in a bit, meeting at Misty like normal?" He asked and Vex smile happy that his old friend was coming to hang out. "Yep misty! I'll see you there soon" "catch you lad" and the call with Vishnu ends. He rings up the next person on the list. "Starling!, darling! Got a question for you Sheila" and he hears the sweet voice of the lovely lady.

"Ask away dear~" he hears her say before he lays across his lounge chair. "Would you by any chance be interested in going shopping with 2 of my friends and myself, I need your input on things"

"Oh and what might that be?"

"So.. I'm trying to pick out a decent strap and some other bits and pieces so I can peg the shit out of the man in seeing" he can hear her moving in the background almost frantically. "Say no more hun I'll be there in 20" she calls before the line goes dead. He lets out a laugh before finally getting his stuff completely ready to head over to misty's. As V walks out of his apartment he gives a wave here and there to some of the people he knows ad he makes his way thought the busy walkways.

"Morning V!" Vexrin looks up with a smile. "Morning Fred!" He waves as he continues until he finally makes it outside. It's a good walk from his to Misty's shop but he enjoys the jog. We he's about 5 minutes from Misty's a car pulls up beside him, the window rolls down. "Hey hun you need a life" Starling says leaning out the window a little.

"Starling, shelia you are one savour" V says as he quickly darts over to one of the doors before jumping into the car. Once Vex is in the car there is a little bit of silence before Starling speaks up. "So hun you have a new boytoy?" She asks with a smirk. Vex let's out a light laugh as he shakes his head. "Well I don't know what he and I are but I enjoy being aroudn him he's been around my place for nearly a month now. Just umm.. last night. He might have... you know.. railed me" he says trying to find the right words. Starling smiles more as the talk about the mysterious man.

"My, my Vexrin you have it bad for him. What happened to the fuck boy who brought men back to my place" she says taking a sip of her drink. "I'm a Changed Man now Starling, I won't be bring man or woman around anymore, my deepest condolences. How I have changed" he says over dramatically.

They continue to chat until they arrive at Misty's.  Vishnu and Misty are both standing out front. Vishnu looking at his watch as he taps his foot on the side walk. "Who is the hunk V?" He hears from Starling. Vex rolls his eyes. "That would be Vishnu my old partner in crime before Arasaka. He's also like kinda like an adopted dad to me so please don't try and fuck my dad friend" He says looking her in the eyes before he leans out the window and waves at both Misty and Vishnu. "Come on guys get in we have places to be!!" he calls out to them.

Most of the time spent shopping was with Misty looking at clothes or giving things to the other 3 to try on. Starling looked like she was having the time of her life buying for them. Vishnu enjoyed catching up with Vex after they haven't seen each other now in nearly a year and a half with everything happening.

And Vex spent his time looking at clothing and other bits and pieces before Starling finally spoke up. "I hate to break the fun but we need to head some place becuase we need to get Vexrin here something he can use on his now Man" that makes Vex go full flush which makes Vishnu laugh as he pats Vex on the shoulders. The eventually make their way to the shop in mind.

As the 4 of them walk in they make jokes about different pieces here and there. The customer service had walked up to ask if she could help in any way and Vishnu puts his hands on Vex's shoulders once again as he looks to the lady. "We are here to find something for this young man so he can busthis boyfriend open" there is a collective laugh from everyone as the lady rubs her hands together before showing them over to different areas and collections.

"V darling you should get one of these it would be one hell of a party" Starling says as she points to what could only be described as monster dongs. "Ay if you want a real party you get the peppermint Lube that stuff is a real party in its self" Vishnu says looking at the collection of different flavoured ones. Misty wandered around looking at different bits and pieces. Vex found himself in an area and right there in front of him was the perfect one.

"Ohhh found something you like?" Starling asked as she walked up behind him. "Yea I like this one, and I might take Vishnus advice on the peppermint if I plan to get my boytoy to 'bust it open' as you say" there's more giggles and laughs ad Vex goes around picking up some other trinkets. Once he gets tot he counter with his haul in hand Starling steps forward.

"I've got this V" he goes to argue but knows he's not gonna win with her. He sighs and rolls his eyes.

Once they have what they are after in hand they all head back out to go for a late lunch. A food stall along one if the walk ways is where they end up setting up for lunch. It is meant to be Thai from what he understood. Both misty, Starling and Vishnu order the mild as to not burn their mouths while Vexrin got the spicys he could. The other three watched in horror as Vex's nose dribbled as he ate his food.

"I don't understand how the hell you can eat that Vex you know you're ass is gonna be on fire later" Vishnu says and without thinking Vex replys with " Well i guess I'm lucky I'm not having anything going up mine tonight" misty nearly spat out her mouthful while Vishnu drops his spoon and closes his eyes, Starling laughs. "Vex lad, think before you speak, but on another line of thought.. since you now have someown your seeing perhaps we can organise a double date. You can bring the man you're seeing and you can meet my man" at that Starling let's out a sigh.

"Rip to the handsome Irish man" she says which makes everyone laugh. " That be great Vish I'm sure I can talk him into a date, he's happy with food and even more when he doesn't have to pay for it" "lucky mine's picky as Fuck" "hahaha maybe he can get along with one of my friends who's also a picky as eater, he dropped a burger off a bridge becuase it wasn't up to his standards. Like I would have happily eaten that" they continue talking for a while before eventually everyone parts ways.

Vishnu and Vex have a quick hug before V starts walking back to his apartment. It was a slow trip walking but he couldn't be bothered paying for a pick up and the weather for once was decent. He heads back up the stairwell and gets to his apartment.

He unlocks the door before using his shoulder to open to door and walks in to the place. Nibbles runs tot wh door the bell on his collar jingles, he meows looking up at V with wide eyes. The cats owner leans down and gives the cat a quick pet on the head before walking over to the table in the lounge room.

V places the two bags down on the table and sits down he begins pulling out the shirts and pants he had gotten. Standing up he walks over to his closet and hangs up what needs to be up and folds the rest. Making his way back over to the chair he gets to going thought the things he had gotten from these store. He pulls out a shiny silver but plug which had a red gen on it and places it down on the table with a smile. The next few things he pulls out of the bag is bondage rope, two different vibrators, nipple clamp collar, peppermint lube, a realistic double ended strap on, handcuffs and some other little pieces. He smiles to himself as he puts the stuff into the cuboard under his bed. After finishing putting everything away he see the time.

It was a little after six and he decided it was best that he make dinner, V moves over to his fridge looking around for anything that might be useful for cooking. He finds some stuff and decided that he can make old home made potato pasta bake, potatoes being one to the only real veggies he could find that weren't a fortune and even sweet potato coast a bit, but as long as he could still afford some really fruit and vegetables he was happy.

He hums as he throws some pasta into a pot with some water a little bit of salt and vinger and let's it boil. he peels and cuts up the two different potatoes. Once he was happy with them he pulls out a glass tray and starts to layer the potato. He test the pasta before turning it off and letting it sit for a little as he makes up the sause and grating some fake cheese. He makes a sause from a can that says coconut milk but he knows better. Adding in some herbs and spices he spent a fortune on. Vex drains the pasta and places it down as two hands wrap aroudn his waist.

"挨拶 Vexrin" (greetings) he tenses up before relaxing when he realizes it Oda. "Hey you, sorry I didn't message back got busy malign dinner, hope you don't mind potato pasta bake, I haven't made it in a while" Vex explains as Oda drops his head in V's shoulder. V continues to work with Oda cuddling him from behind.

"It is fine V, food is food. Unlike Takemura-san I'm not that fussy" V let's out a little laugh. "You're being more touchy then normal, did this morning finally get you to stop having a stick up you're ass?" V ask as he finishes up the potato pasta bake and puts it into his mini oven. Oda let's out a grimble before slapping Vex on the ass, V helps lightly as he quickly turns around to the Japanse man.

"Unlike you Vex, I thought I had messed up a friendship that I may value a little, but I'm glad that i didn't" he says in to Vexrins ear.

V leans over and places a small kiss on Oda's lips before backing away. "Well I have A supise for you later if you are up for it and i have something I wanna talk to you about when dinner is finished" Vex says as he moves around the apartment. Oda finds his way over to the lounge and sits down.

"Have I dotn something wrong" Oda's eyebrows punch together and Vex waves his hands around. "No no no not at all!" Just something I want to ask if your interested in doing at some point.

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Hope you all enjoy I hope to have next chapter up in an hour or two.

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[tiny-ghost-boi]

Kinktober Day Ten; Risk Thrill/ Discreet BJ, Bakugou

Warnings: oral sex, BJ while he’s on a call with friends, degrading

Reader’s Body Type: seriously why are you even reading the RDT? It’s always going to be neutral for sex, gender, race, weight, all that shit (so long as you can reasonably fit under a desk, I think you’re good)

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“Please, Katsu?”

“No. I said no!”

“But you’re my boyfriend! you loooove meee~”

“Yes, I’m dating you, yes I love you, no I am not doing your math homework for you.”

“But Katsuki’s so smart! I’m just an idiot, so please~?”

“You can’t get favors just by calling me smart! And you are not an idiot.” Bakugou scoffed. You’d been slacking in Ceentoss’ math class for a few weeks, and your grade heavily depended on your homework this week. It was so important because it was a stand-in for the test. (Cementoss didn’t like tests).

You needed to do it well, but since you hadn’t been paying attention...

“Please Katsu! I’ll do anything!” you flopped your head on Katsuki’s shoulder with a pout, giving him your biggest puppy-eyes. He groaned, rolling his eyes, he pushed you off of him, scooting forward to be closer to the computer. 

“No! No! No! I don’t care! I’m getting on call with the boys soon anyways, you’re gonna have to shut up.” You glared at his screen, seeing that he had Discord and Among Us already set up, and he was just waiting for his friends to join the call. You were starting to get desperate, and honestly just the word ‘desperate’ reminded you of the many times you’d begged your boyfriend for a release during smexy times and been denied. Just thinking about it had you adjusting your pants.

An idea popped into your head and you wrapped your arm around his chest, pressing yourself against the back of his needlessly awesome gaming chair. Your nuzzled yourself against his shoulder, pressing your lips to his ear.

“Babe, I love you, but I already said-”

“I’ll suck your dick under the desk~” he spluttered, coughing a little and looking back at you. His expression was angry, but his eyes, well they sung a whole different tune.

“You fucking kidding me? You’re lucky I’m muted right now.”

“All I ask is you do my homework, ‘kay?” he grumbled a little, cheeks dusted pink. 

“Fine!” he snapped. “But just this once! Get on your fucking knees, now.” you grinned and nodded, pressing a kiss to his cheek before crouching down onto your knees, crawling under the desk and helping him scooch in closer.

You heard him tap the keybourd a couple times, before the muffled sounds of the Bakusquad’s voices could be heard. You winked at Katsuki and he flipped you off, annoyed, but secretly affectionate. You laughed and flipped him off as well.

“I swear to god, if you pick orange color just to annoy me, I will kill you Dunce-face.” Bakugou growled into his microphone as you reached up and rubbed him through his pants. His breath hitched, and he glanced down at you. Impatient, he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock from his confinements, still not fully hard.

“Let me know if you’re Imposter or Crewmate.” you whispered. “Tap your foot if-”

“I’m not telling you shit.” he growled at you. He clicked something. “Just hurry up and suck my cock.” he clicked something again before snapping into his microphone. “Shut the fuck up and start the game, Shitty Hair!”

You sighed, starting your work on his cock. You jerked him off as you let out a hot breath onto his length. You felt him shudder, glaring down at you as you looked up at him innocently, teasing him.

You lapped at the tip of his dick as if it was a lollipop, Katsuki gritted his teeth, loving the warmth of your tongue but hating the teasing kitty licks you gave him. He felt your tongue drag along the underside, from balls to tip and it took all his strength not to make a noise right then and there.

His vermillion eyes refused to look at you, choosing to stare at his screen, running to Weapons to download data. You frowned, seeing Katsuki ignoring you. You took all of him in one go, and he slapped his hand over his mouth to keep from moaning. You hummed around him, giggling.

Bakugou’s eyes widened as a burst of fire flashes across the screen, Dead Body Reported displayed in the fire. His heart rate picked up, knowing that you’d only torture and tease him until he moaned outright in front of all of his friends.

“W-where the fuck was it?” Bakugou choked out. You heard the muffled voices of his friends.

“Woah, so quick, kinda sus bro-” Kaminari giggled on the other end.

“S-shut the fuck up! I just want this ti be over...” His friends might assume that he meant the game, but you knew he just wanted the embarrassing pleasure to not be in front of friends, but you knew, he was way harder now than he’d ever been.

“Where was it?” Mina asked. You started to bob your head slowly, watching his face turn redder as he gripped your hair with his spare hand.

“I found Todoroki dead in Elecrical, Kaminari was just leaving. It’s gotta be him.” Kirishima exclaimed. You swirled your tongue around his tip, winking at him when he shot you a look.

“Well Bakugou could’ve vented there!” Kaminari retorted. “I’m sure it was him!” You reached up to fondle his balls and he struggled to not make any suspicious noise.

“What? I was in Weapons!” Bakugou argued. 

“There’s a vent there! More proof in my favor!” You went all the way down on his dick, swallowing around him. His hips bucked unconsciously into your mouth.

“Ahh~” he moaned out, eyes widening a moment later and stuttering.

“Umm, Bakugou~ what was that~” Kaminari teased.

“F-fucking nothing! (shit~)” he grunted.

“Maybe you should use the chat...” Kirishima suggested. Katsuki’s face was red, silently leaving the game and discord call, ripping off his headphones in ebarrassment. Once his headphones were off, he grabbed your hair and started to roughly face-fuck you.

Your eyes widened, gagging as he continously hit the back of your throat. You reached up to grab at his legs. You looked up, eyes welling up in tears as you choked on his cock.

“Fuck, you little fucking Slut~ making me moan like that on a Discord call, fuuck your mouth feels so good~ You like this, huh? You like choking on fat fucking cock?”

“Mmmmmph~!” 

“Fuck I bet you do! I bet you also loved the thought of showing me off to out friends! I bet I’ll show you off some day~” Bakugou smirked down at your tearful expression. “Fuck~ I’m cumming so hard inside you later~ I’m going to fuck you senseless, you won’t walk for weeks~” he choked out a laughy moan. “Fuck, I’m cumming~ fuck fuck FUCK!” he pulled you down all the way, twitching inside you and filling your mouth with cum. He let go ad you pulled off him, coughing, tears in your eyes.

“Fuck, are you okay?” he asked, worried. 

“Water-” you choked out, he quickly grabbed his water bottle from his desk and got down on his knees in front of you, handing you the bottle. He caught a look at your expression and felt himself harden again.

Your cheeks were red, stained with tears. Your eyes half-lidded ad glossed over. There was cum spilling out of your mouth, and when he opened it he saw it filled with his cum. He smiked when you finished drinking, lifting your face to look at him.

“You look so damn cute~” he murmured. “Ready for your punishment?”

Your lip quivered as you nodded, you were so ready for a hard fucking. You just hoped that 1) he would keep his word and fuck you senseless and 2) he’d keep his other promise and do your homework.

[emily-strange]

Sparks Fly

So anyone that’s interested in my writing knows that I’ve currently got two RDR2 fics on the go. Those will still be continued! 

But for the moment I have this shortish Billy Butcher x original female character story that I just have to get out of my head.

I’m not convinced it’ll be any good haha but I’m gonna give it a good go. I’ll be playing around with the timeline a bit and I’m undecided whether I’ll take it to the end of Season 1 or not....I have nothing against Becca but this is a “romance” story for Billy and my OC. Either way though Becca will *never* be mentioned in a negative way. I feel for that woman.

Anyway if you’re still interested! 😂 Here’s Chapter 1!

Please let me know what you think xx

PS. Thank you so much @billybutchersbabe​ for helping me brainstorm and work out the mess in my brain! 😂🙏🏻

Chapter 1

Pairing: Billy Butcher x OFC

Warnings: Swearing, Violence 

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Breathe, Emmy thought, just breathe.

In, out. In, out.

Put one foot in front of the other.

Left, right. Left, right.

She’d never seen so many people. Only on TV. She didn’t even know where she was walking, only that she hoped when she finally collapsed it’d be far enough away.

Emmy did the math in her head, she had about $15 left. Would that pay for somewhere to sleep? Shelters, those are a thing in big cities right? She’d seen that on TV as well….

As she dodges every passer-by, she keeps her head down and hood up. She’s not sure if New York would even get news reports from her insignificant little town but she doesn’t want to risk being recognised. Every glance or look her way threatens to send Emmy into a panic as she fiddles with the torn-up matchbook in her hoodie pocket. Her very old backpack is light on her shoulders as it barely contains anything.

After walking for what feels like days, Emmy finally stopped and took in her surroundings. Big, blinding buildings and dirty sidewalks.  

But, in the distance, smoke.

Before it could even register, Emmy’s feet took her towards the gathering of people one block over who were all congregated to watch a street vendors cart go up in flames. People were throwing buckets of water onto the blaze which was very quickly moving to engulf neighbouring cars.

People are panicking. A man gets too close and the arm of his jacket catches fire. As everyone yells and shouts, Emmy moves slowly through the crowd. Getting closer and closer to the heat. Heat which doesn’t bother her at all.

This is probably what a sauna feels like, she thinks to herself.

Thankfully, in all the panic, no one notices when she removes her hands from her pockets and reaches towards the flames.

Well she thinks no one notices….

As soon as the flames begin to die, Emmy’s feet are lifted from the ground. Before she has time to shout, she’s thrown onto a hard alley floor which smells horrendously like urine.

She tries to scramble to her feet, her backpack hanging low on her arms but she goes flying once again as a fist….or possibly a boot…..collides with her stomach. Emmy gasps for breath on the floor while holding her stomach. She doesn’t dare look up but can see three pairs of legs in front of her.

“What’ve we got ‘ere then lads?” one of the men says while he rips the hood down off of Emmy’s head. Taking a chunk of hair with it. Emmy knows it should have hurt more than it does but the pain in her stomach and the blood running down her face from the fall, are the only things she can properly register.

“Why it’sa little girl! Lookie here.” The same man says and Emmy dares a glimpse up at him and the others. Behind the man who’s currently sneering at her stands a younger one who seems closer to her age. The third guy stands off to the side with his arms crossed.

When the first man goes to land another blow, the younger jumps in quickly.

“Hey, hey! We don’t know if she did anything…..I didn’t see. Did you see? MM did you!?” he glances over to who she can only assume is “MM” who simply answers, “Naw I didn’t see nothin’. Butcher you sure?”

Emmy recoils as “Butcher” lunges forward and picks her off of the floor by fistfuls of hoodie. He smacks her back into the wall, freeing the backpack from her limp arms and shaking the almost-used matchbook from her pocket. When Butcher looks down at his feet and sees the matchbook he gives the others a toothy smirk and throws Emmy back to the ground.

“Look man, I didn’t see her start no fire. But if you’re gonna do somethin, do it now, we gotta go.” MM says.

“Hey! S’not everyday we find ourselves a wannabe Lamplighter. She may know somethin.” Butcher says as he throws Emmy’s backpack towards them, “Hughie have a gander in there.”

MM grumbles under his breath and looks out of the alley to see if anyone’s taking any notice of them. However the fire, which still sizzles, is keeping attention away from them and Emmy. As Butcher picks her back up, Emmy feels vomit rising up into her mouth and doesn’t even try to avoiding hitting him in the chest with it. Butcher looks at his chest for a second before muttering a “are you fuckin kidding me?” and slamming her round again to be held on the wall.

“There’s nothing but, but clothes in here. And like, ten bucks. Butcher I think she’s homeless.” Hughie says somewhat timidly, looking like he could bolt at any moment.

Butcher looks at Emmy and takes in her appearance. She’s clearly mid 20’s, 25+ if he had to guess and she’s pale. Extremely pale. Making the blood and bruises forming on her face that much more distinctive. He tips her lolling head back and makes note of older cuts and bruises around her eyes. Those he did not do. His split second of curiosity is fleeting before he’s back to business.

“Now why don’t you tell us what ya have against pretzels? Or is it the corndogs you dislike so much?” Butcher mocks as the others hover behind him.

Emmy opens her mouth to speak but finds it difficult, causing Butcher to scoff, “Come on now luv, I know ya small but even you should be able ta take a beating.”

She puts her hands on the arms of his jacket to try and feel a bit more stable and pushes the words out past the pain.

“I….can’t….can’t start…..fires…..” she heaves and begins to cough. She wheezes as she takes in another breath, “I…was...putting it out.”

Emmy see’s the very minor tell of confusion on Billy’s face and that’s only because she’s so close to it right now. His eyelashes are so long….

“Hey, look at this.” Hughie says from behind Butcher and brings his phone in front Emmy’s face. Butcher watches a shaky video of the fire blazing with some teenage boys, behind the camera, laughing and cheering, “It’s all over twitter. Apparently cops already have the, the guys who started it. Just some dumb kids.”

Hughie steps back with MM and Butcher sighs before dropping Emmy to the ground, “Alright. Well. Guess it’s ya lucky day.”

“You can’t just leave her like this!” Hughie implores, causing MM to groan.

“What you wanna play nurse maid?” Butcher bites back and makes a move to leave the alley.

“No but we need to at least get her to the hospital!” Hughie replies and moves to crouch in front of Emmy who gasps, “No!”.

Butcher gestures to Emmy and holds his arms out wide in a winning stance.

“See! Supe don’t wanna be coddled so,” he makes a popping sound with his mouth and gestures out of the alley with his thumb “let’s get back ta business.”

Hughie ignores Butcher and kneels in front of Emmy who, while holding her stomach with one arm, reaches out for the matchbook with the other. She gets herself onto her knees with the help of Hughie.

“Look, we can get you some help.” MM says, clearly ignoring Butcher’s order as well, causing the man to groan a string of low “fucks”.

Doubled over, Emmy fiddles with the matchbook in her hands. Maybe this is where it’s supposed to end, she thinks. Maybe she was never really meant to escape…..but she’ll be damned if she’s made to go back.

“They’ll find me….” She says loud enough for the three men to hear, still struggling through her injuries, “if you take me to a hospital….they’ll find me…..”

Butcher, who’d been tapping his foot in aggravation, becomes intrigued enough to stop and turn back to the others.

“And who’re ‘they’?” he asks.

Emmy stops fidgeting and looks up at Butcher at the end of the alley. Her defeated face crumples into tears and she wipes the wet, bloodied mess onto the back of her sleeve.

She shakes her head and turns to him saying quietly, “Just finish what you started.”

“’scuse me?” Butcher asks without betraying a hint of his actual thoughts or feelings. He does however glance his eyes down to the match Emmy is holding near the broken book, “Hughie, get up” Butcher says evenly without moving his position at all. Hughie relents and moves over to stand with MM who watches the exchange between Butcher and the young woman silently.

“Please….I….just finish it. You want to. I know you do….you hate me….I don’t know why, but you do” Emmy strikes the match against the book causing a small flame. She cusps her hand over the flame, taking it from the match into the palm of her hand.

Butcher, unfazed by her ability slowly stalks his way over to where she’s huddled on the floor.

“Whatca doin there Sparky?” Butcher asks while Hughie and MM back off.

Emmy shakes her head as more tears fall, causing the fire to splutter and shrink in size. She returns her free hand to her stomach and tries to square her shoulders. Butcher recognises her attempt to try and seem resolute but also has to laugh. She obviously doesn’t know Billy Butcher.

The flame in her hand grows again to the size of a baseball, cracking and sending splinters of fire off in different directions. Almost like a fiery electric current.

“Just…end it…I….I don’t want to hurt you. But I will” Emmy wheezes and Butcher continues his slow approach, ignoring the sound of his name from the other two men.

“You’ll hurt me…if I don’t kill ya?” Butcher asks and Emmy sniffs and nods. Butcher looks to the others, nods and shrugs like it’s the most reasonable request in the world.

The last thing Emmy see’s is a large black boot in front of her face before everything goes dark.

[thearvariblues]

The Bard And The Wolf - Chapter Seven

(AKA Geraskier in the Metal Band AU you didn’t know you needed)

AKA me desperately trying to catch up my Tumblr with what’s already been posted to AO3. ;)

The masterpost for this fic can be found HERE.

7 – You Stop This, Jaskier

All eyes turned to the door when Jaskier entered the rehearsal room, a big paper cup of coffee in one hand, a paper bag in the other.

“Fifteen minutes late with Starbucks,” Renfri smirked.

“I have two things to say to that, dear heart,” Jaskier said, taking a sip of his coffee. “First, I’m merely three minutes late. And second, I would never ever in my life set foot in a place as wretched as Starbucks, so don’t ever accuse me of something so horrible again!”

“Did you stop for a coffee or not, Jask?” Geralt chuckled.

“No. I stopped for something to eat. The coffee was an afterthought.”

He placed the cup on a little table next to the couch, sat down right next to Geralt and reached into the paper bag, pulling out a big sandwich which he immediately took a big bite of.

“Wow. Your night must have been really taxing,” Lambert laughed.

“Is Ciri around?” Jaskier mumbled.

“She’s walking Roach,” Geralt said.

“Good. In that case, my dears, I can tell you that my night was exquisite. I spent most of it in the middle of a very lovely, well… sandwich. Our fans really do get enthusiastic after a good show!” he grinned, but then he frowned. “Wait, who’s Roach?”

“What do you mean, who’s…” Renfri blinked. “Oh, of course, you haven’t met her yet. Roach is Geralt’s dog. Technically, she’s Roach number two.”

“Oh,” Jaskier said. “Right.”

“She’s a husky,” Eskel added.

“Of course she is. And… She’s coming here with Ciri?” he beamed.

“Yeah. In a few minutes,” Geralt nodded. “But don’t touch Roach. She doesn’t trust strangers. I adopted her a few months ago when Roach number one died. She wasn’t even one year old, but her life must have been really shitty before, so…”

“Poor little thing.”

“Yeah, she’s definitely not like Roach number one,” Renfri sighed. “That was such a sweet girl. This one is like a tornado.”

“But of course Geralt still adores her,” Eskel said.

“Yes. I seem to have a thing for totally unpredictable and crazy individuals,” Geralt smirked. “Jesus, Jask, are you seriously going to wolf down the whole thing? This must be the biggest sandwich mankind has ever seen. How does it even fit in your mouth?”

“Lots of practice.”

“Eating sandwiches?” Lambert said, cocking his eyebrow. “Or stuffing large things into your mouth?”

“The latter,” Jaskier grinned. “And stop giving me that look, Geralt. I’m hungry and I refuse to look like a starving bag of muscle like some of us do.”

“Some of us, Jaskier?” Geralt asked.

“Come on, I saw you getting dressed before the gig yesterday. I mean, yeah, big muscles, ripped body, it’s meant to be sexy, but it only means you should definitely eat more. A little layer of some nice, protective fat would do you good.”

“Don’t waste your breath,” Renfri muttered. “He keeps his body like that because Yennefer liked it.”

“I keep my body like that because I like it,” Geralt growled.

“Well, don’t mind me then,” Jaskier shrugged, getting another bite of his sandwich. “I just tend to like men who are strong and a little bit soft at the same time. Like Eskel here. But that’s just my problem. If you want to look like this, go on. Hey. Hey! That’s my sandwich!”

“You said I should eat more, didn’t you?” Geralt smirked, effortlessly wrestling Jaskier’s snack out of his hands.

“Yes, but I didn’t mean my sandwich, you ass!”

“Too bad,” Geralt said, biting into it. “Oh, this is delicious!”

“So glad you like it,” Jaskier muttered. “I’m hungry over here, you know?”

“Shut it. You already have that layer of nice, protective fat,” Geralt mumbled.

“Yeah, yeah. Didn’t use to, you know?” Jaskier sighed, grabbing his coffee. At least something to soothe his hunger. “I used to be really thin. Always hungry. Because Valdo always used to tell me Oh, Julian, look, those tight pants would look so nice on you, too bad you’re not a size smaller. Oh, Julian, sweetie, look a this guy’s thighs, they don’t even touch each other, isn’t that beautiful? Julian, is that a tiramisu? Yeah, it’s a fucking tiramisu, you ass, and I’ll have as much as I want. Ugh. Can’t believe I wasted two years of my life with that bitch.”

A complete silence fell in the rehearsal room and Jaskier suddenly saw everyone was staring at him with mouths agape.

“I’m sorry,” Lambert finally said, after a few long moments. “Did you say Valdo?”

“Mhmf,” Jaskier muttered, trying to hide his face behind his coffee cup.

“As in Valdo Marx?” Eskel specified.

“Might have,”Jaskier peeped.

“Are you telling us that you dated fucking Valdo Marx for two years?!” Renfri yelled. “And you starved yourself for him?!”

“We broke up three years ago!” Jaskier said, throwing his arms open and nearly knocking the sandwich out of Geralt’s hand. “I was an idiot, okay? I thought I was glad to have found him, thought no one would be ever able to love the real me, blah blah blah. Took me way too long to realize I was being a total idiot and break up with him. He’s hated me ever since and my mother’s yet to speak to me again.”

“Your mother?” Eskel frowned.

“She thought Valdo and I would get married, adopt a kid and I would become a perfect housewife for him,” Jaskier sighed.

“Wow. She doesn’t know you at all, does she?” Renfri chuckled.

“Not in the slightest, honey.”

Lambert shook his head.

“Honestly, I’m still trying to process that someone like you would spend two years fucking that insufferable prick. Valdo Marx. Fuck.”

“Could we maybe stop discussing Valdo fucking Marx?” Geralt grunted. “Has anyone read the reactions to the gig yet? Because I haven’t.”

“Yes. Thank you, my lovely white wolf. Absolutely. Let’s focus on the reviews, because I kind of haven’t had the time yet to...”

The door swung open and a large husky came barging in, heading straight for the couch.

“Roach! Stop!” Ciri yelled behind the dog.

Roach stopped in front of Geralt, sniffed at his sandwich, and then turned her head to Jaskier.

The bard, remembering that the dog didn’t like strangers, avoided her eyes and merely offered her his hand. The next thing he knew, he had a massive dog in his lap and a wet nose was enthusiastically sniffing at his face.

He yelped when a broad tongue licked his nose.

“What was it you said about her not liking strangers?”

“I’ve never seen her do anything like this before, I swear!” Geralt chuckled, taking a coffee cup from Jaskier’s hand so it wouldn’t spill. “Roach, get down. Bad girl.”

The dog gave a tiny, desperate whine.

“I said get down,” Geralt repeated.

Roach turned her body to Geralt, eyed his sandwich and whined again.

“What did we say about begging for food?”

She lowered her head and looked pleadingly at her owner.

“Oh, I love her already,” Jaskier laughed. “Will love her even more when she stops crushing my crotch. Hi, Ciri, by the way.”

“Hi, Jaskier,” the girl replied. “Sorry, dad. I didn’t think she would do that. Where did you get the sandwich?”

“Stole it. Shamelessly!” Jaskier huffed. “Geralt, your dog is heavy as hell, you know it?”

“Roach. Get. The fuck. Down.”

Another whine.

“Oh, dear,” Jaskier chuckled. “Well, can someone at least read me those reviews and make me happy before I die?”

“Don’t you have your own phone?” Geralt asked.

“I do. In my pocket. Underneath your dog.”

“Right. Ciri?”

The girl already had the phone in her hand.

“On it.”

“Good,” Jaskier muttered. “And give me back my coffee, Geralt, because if you decide to steal that too, my chances of survival will grow even lower than they are now!”

“You really are such a drama queen, Jask…

*

“The Bard and the Wolf? What the hell is that?” Geralt frowned after the third (very positive) fan review of their gig. He had already finished Jaskier’s sandwich, and even managed to get Roach down from Jaskier’s lap. That seemed to be a mistake, as the dog clearly decided to hate him for that – judging by the fact that she was currently sitting on the floor by Jaskier’s leg and tapping his hand with her paw every time he had the audacity to stop petting her. She was completely ignoring Geralt’s very existence.

“Oh, that’s a new hasthtag. My creation,” Renfri said. “I needed to tag a pic with you two, and I thought of this...”

“What, instead of The Witcher and the Witch?” Lambert asked.

“And what’s that?” Jaskier asked before he could think better of it.

He should have expected the answer, of course.

“The hashtag people used to use for Geralt and Yennefer,” Eskel explained. “It was her character. A witch.”

“Oh, good,” Jaskier muttered. “Shouldn’t it have been The Witcher and the Bard, then?”

“Doesn’t have the same ring to it,” Renfri shrugged. “Besides, Geralt’s more of a Wolf, really.”

“True,” Jaskier nodded. “But to be honest, I don’t think it’s gonna stick.”

“You’re probably right,” Renfri nodded. “I’ve seen it used like… four times. But everyone calls you The Bard.”

“Perfect,” Jaskier grinned. “What do you think, Roach, isn’t it perfect? No, no, no! Roach! My coffee!”

He shrieked as the dog suddenly turned and jumped back onto his lap, knocking the cup out of his hand.

“Oh, dear, even dogs adore him,” Lambert sighed. “How is that fair?”

“Geralt!” Jaskier yelled. “Geralt, would you help me instead of fucking laughing?!”

“So sorry, dear heart,” Geralt chuckled. “But I think Roach has found her new favorite human.”

“I’m really glad to hear that! Oh, Geralt, you’re so gonna pay for this shirt!”

*

A few hours later, Jaskier was sitting on the couch in his living room, sipping wine and scrolling and scrolling and scrolling through his social media.

He knew he shouldn’t. He knew that it was narcissistic and, well, stupid. But he had to see. Had to convince himself that it hadn’t only been his imagination that afternoon.

He had to convince himself that yes, Kaer Morhen’s fans really did like his mad, cheeky, queer self. There were even a few who claimed that he was an improvement on Yennefer. An improvement! It was a dream come true.

He forced himself to stop and he put his phone down. Took a sip. Picked his phone back up.

He couldn’t help himself.

He gulped when he saw that Ciri had posted a new photo from the rehearsal room. A photo of Jaskier and Geralt sitting on the couch, with Roach on Jaskier’s lap. It must have been shortly after Roach knocked the coffee out of Jaskier’s hand, because Geralt was clearly laughing and Jaskier was just starting to.

Roach meeting @jaskierthebard for the first time. In case you couldn’t tell, she really hates strangers... #thebardandthewolf #andawolf #loveatfirstsight #husky #dogsofinstagram

Jaskier smiled and liked the post, and then kept looking at the picture a little longer.

He really loved Geralt’s expression there. It was so open, so happy and so damn beautiful.

Jaskier sighed, forced himself to put the phone down and closed his eyes, but he couldn’t stop himself from seeing the white haired man’s face.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no,” he whispered to himself. “You stop this, Jaskier. You stop this right now, because if you don’t, you’ll only get in trouble.”

He could stop his thoughts, yes. But he couldn’t stop his heart from beating a little faster.

*

Geralt knocked on his daughter’s door.

“Ciri, it’s eleven already. Lights out.”

He waited, but she didn’t answer, so he opened the door carefully.

The girl was asleep on her bed, dressed in her pajamas, with her laptop next to her.

Geralt took the laptop and the screen lit up. He stopped and blinked. Ciri had a new wallpaper – of Geralt, Jaskier and Roach in the rehearsal room.

He looked at the picture and smiled. He really had never seen Roach fall for someone so fast, but here she was, sitting on the bard’s lap, happy as ever.

And Jaskier…

Geralt shut the laptop and shook his head to clear it.

No. He wasn’t going to go there. No way.

He placed the laptop on a table, covered Ciri with a blanket and kissed her forehead.

“Good night, honey,” he whispered to her. “Sweet dreams.”

He turned off the light and closed the door behind himself.

Continue witch Chapter Eight

[slashhinginghasher]

Midnight Star - Chromeskull x OFC - Part 1: Thief In the Night

Listen. I love the "Big Scary is only soft for their SO" as much as the next horny person, but I feel like we as a community have been largely overlooking the fact that Chromeskull canonically tortures and murders people (specifically women) for personal enjoyment. So I'm gonna be the nasty bitch that brings that side of him back up again lol.

You can also read this on my Ao3.

Marena hated a lot of things. But if she had to list them, “summer” would be very fucking near the top, and “summer in the Southern United States” would be right next to it. She hated the way the sun beat down like an anvil. She hated the sticky, suffocating humidity that draped itself over everything until it felt as though the entire world was sweating. She hated the waves of heat that emanated from the ground, even in the dead of night. She hated that even the fucking ocean provided no relief; she’d nearly gagged the first and only time she’d attempted a midnight swim, the water curling around her ankles like tepid bathwater. She wanted to peel off her clothes, shave her head, wriggle out of her skin. She wanted to crawl into a freezer and wait until winter, but that season didn’t seem to exist here in the armpit of the world, so maybe she’d stay there until she was dead.

There were no freezers to be found in the swampy vegetation bordering the empty road she followed. There was, however, an abundance of gnats, flies, mosquitoes, and other nameless biting, flying things so great that Marena was seriously considering setting herself on fire just to kill them off. She’d been on the road for weeks. Her feet were blistered. Her stomach was starting to eat itself. If she had to comb any more spanish moss out of her hair she was going to scream. But she kept going, one foot in front of the other, because it was better than turning back. And she stayed in this stupid sauna of a country because it was better than what lay across the ocean.

Marena walked, and dreamed of snow.

***

The car was a temptation. Shiny and black, it gave off an impression of speed even while sitting still. And it was gloriously unattended. Marena had been watching it for nearly fifteen minutes and had seen neither hide nor hair of the driver.

Her court-appointed therapist in Miami had said that a lot of her problems stemmed from a lack of impulse control. Marena thought that was bullshit. She could control her impulses just fine when she wanted; it was just that she so rarely wanted to. With a mental Fuck You to Dr. Call Me Linda, she pulled the wire hook out of her bag and popped the car’s lock in a matter of seconds.

The rest of the job was not so simple. The car was a newer model; the dashboard alone had enough electronics to power a small rocketship. At first, it resisted her efforts, almost as if it didn’t want to be stolen. Her nerves felt like a live wire as too many minutes stretched past, expecting the owner to return. Two screwdrivers and broken nail later, she resorted to swearing and brute force.

“Come on you piece of shit suka blyat’, START!” she snarled, forcing screwdriver number three into the keyhole with her fist and cranking it as hard as she could. The engine roared to life, the radio blaring a hip hop dance remix she’d heard outside at least half a dozen clubs. She slammed her hand against the power button and froze, the only sounds now the purring of the engine and the incessant insect chatter. Scarcely believing her luck, Marena slid into the leather driver’s seat and carefully shut the door. She tapped the gas pedal and grinned when the engine revved in response. Cranking the air conditioning and easing out onto the road, Marena let out a triumphant whoop and floored it.

***

The sky was turning a dusky, pre-dawn blue when the car slowed to a stop.

“What?” The tank was still half full. Marena stomped on the gas. No response. “Chto za khuynya? What the fuck?” She punched the steering column, punched the dashboard, succeeded only in scraping her knuckles. The car shut off. “No no no no…” The cooling engine ticked mockingly at her. “How the fuck…?”

The screen on the dashboard flared to life.

NOT YOURS, PIGGY

Marena’s very heartfelt Fuck! froze in her throat. She had to get out. She had to get out now. Eyes still on the screen, she pulled at the door handle. Locked. When did that happen? And why couldn’t she unlock it? Rage bubbled up in her chest as she yanked at the handle, rage at whatever bastard was controlling the car, and at her own stupid mistake for stealing a goddamned remote control car, of all the dumb fucking…. Marena forced herself to stop before she did something else idiotic, like ripping the handle off the door. Took a slow breath. In through the nose, out through the mouth. She scanned the futuristic dashboard. Too many buttons, probably not enough time to push them all, assuming they’d even respond to her touch.

Come on, Masha. You love to break shit. Duh. Marena pulled her only spare shirt out of her bag and quickly wrapped it around her elbow, planning to smash her way through the window.

The guy with the crowbar beat her to it.

***

The first thing Marena noticed when she came to was sweet, blessed cold, the kind one felt in warehouses with industrial AC systems.

The second thing she noticed was that she was chained to a chair. Literally chained; she could feel the links chilling her wrists and ankles. Another chain dug into her hips like a too-tight airplane seatbelt. Whoever tied her up knew what they were doing then; metal couldn’t be frayed or worked loose like fiber rope. And the restraint across her lap prevented her from bucking or contorting into a more favorable fighting position.

Speaking of fighting… all of her knives were still in place. Wrists, boots, back, pockets. Which meant one of three things:

1. This was a rush job. 2. Her mystery abductor was half an idiot and didn’t check her for weapons. 3. Her mystery abductor knew she was armed and didn’t do anything about it because they knew she wouldn’t be able to beat them in a fight anyway.

Marena really hoped it wasn’t the third one.

A quick mental check revealed that she was still fairly intact. Her muscles were stiff, her head ached, and she had a nasty case of dry-mouth, but she’d had hangovers worse than this before. The lack of a massive head injury meant she hadn’t been beaten unconscious, so she must have been drugged. She tried to think past the car window shattering, but couldn’t remember being forced to swallow or inhale anything. A needle, then?

Marena heard heavy footsteps approaching, then the rustle of fabric as someone settled in front of her. She briefly toyed with the idea of playing possum, but the need to face whatever was about to happen head-on won out. Not weak. Not anymore.

She opened her eyes and came face to face with a grinning skull.

Well, it was a mask shaped like a grinning skull, attached to a head that was most probably human. The mask shined in the weak light of… wherever the fuck she was. It was meant to be intimidating, distracting, and Marena forced herself to look away and take in the other details of her captor.

The guy was a beast. Crouched as he was, he was still eye-level with her. He’d dwarf her standing. Shaved head, black tailored suit (why though), black gloves (too thin to be leather, latex maybe?). The red light of a camcorder blinked from a mount on his right shoulder. She caught a glint of metal near his waistband but didn’t let her gaze linger long enough to identify exactly what type of weapon he was packing.

That familiar destructive urge, the need to kick and claw and tear, crept through her veins. Her fingers wanted to twitch. Her teeth wanted to clench. Marena forced herself into stillness. Not yet. Wait for the right time. Patience. The skull stared at her, motionless, expressionless, so she returned the favor. He pulled out a cell phone, typed something, and held it up for her to see.

HELLO PIGGY

Years of practice kept Marena’s face blank while a litany of choice curses flew through her head.

“This is about the car,” she said. It wasn’t a question. The skull nodded anyway, and reached for her.

Fuck it.

Marena lunged.

[sweettodo]

Lady Boss ⟿ Levi Ackerman x reader

Vanilla, somewhat of a quicky, consensual, office fucking, boss.

1,722 words

Strutting down the halls with the upmost frustration, blood boiling, your veins pulsating through your angry fists. You couldn’t fathom how you were getting blamed for something you didn’t do.

Being the ‘mistress’ or in other words overseer for these excuses of men who all thought they deserved to be at a higher- scratch that; they were too fucking stupid to be as good as me.

So what if my brother - Jean, put me in the position I’m in today, but he didn’t just let me sit on my high horse, I needed to do work. ‘Who’d she sleep with to get that promotion?’

SMACK!

“That’s what you get for being a fucking peon. Go make yourself useful like cleaning the bottom of my feet.” The group of men cease speaking. You shake off your hand, you were not afraid to discipline these fuckups.

“So-”

“Sorry what was that? Speak up!” I shout. They sigh in defeat. ‘Someone put her in a mood today’ they simultaneously think in their heads. They hated your attitude, especially on these days.

“Sorry...damn.” That’s right, you thought to yourself, you let out a sigh and continue walking quickly down the large hallway of offices, our ... business was more or less a money laundering business, we were discreet and powerful. We racked in tons of cash and had plenty of allies.

You reach the large double door, slamming your fist against them a few times, you tapped your foot in anticipation.

“Well if it isn’t the biggest fuckup of the day, actually; month.” Chairman Levi scoffs, slowly letting you into the office. He moves back to his desk and you slam the door.

“You act like this was my fault. Your men are fucking stupid.”

“Your men actually, fun fact, you’re in charge of them. Therefore my hands are clean of this mess.”

“You act like I can babysit 25 men to hold a few wads of cash.” You snort, slamming paperwork onto his desk.

“And I’ll say it again, it is not my problem.” He crosses his arms, his body leaning against the windowsill, he was too cocky. You hated him, but you knew you needed to get out of this.

“It was actually twenty five thousand... hey, what do you think you’re in here for? To yell at me for your wrongdoings? I should demote you. I might as well make that call now-”

“Wait- uh.” I didn’t think before speaking, sounding weak on the spot, he stuffs his phone back in his slacks.

“How do you intend on fixing this mess?” He stands, slowly unbuttoning his black blazer, he was so toned.

“I’m a smart woman; I’ll figure this out without your input thank you.” Such a nasty attitude, on days where you two could cut the tension with a knife, days like this where his disgust towards you strengthened. How your hateful words spewed from your mouth. You’re a woman for god’s sake, act like it.

He drops his blazer so it hangs off his chair, he wanted you to feel intimidated of what he could do to you at anytime.

“Here’s the deal-” his finger points at you lazily and it taunts you, he drops his crossed arm stance and sits in his tall leather chair, “you can come here and I’ll help you, or I’ll let Jean now how much of an incompetent bitch you are, your choice.”

You pondered, you could possible wiggle your way out of Jean finding out; Levi reaches for the desk phone and begins dialing Jeans extension to his office, your heart drops, I quickly move towards him and grab his wrist and the neck of the phone, hanging it up before it could ring.

“See, you are a smart girl, I love it when you actually listen to me.” He chuckles, I mock him and wait to be dismissed, “take that off.”

What? What the fuck was he doing, your mouth drops open in utter shock, it was a mix of a dream come true and something ripped out of an erotic novel.

“Take what off?-”

“Your shirt.” He says matter of factly, the lump in your throat freezes while he does it himself, tired of him waiting for you to strip and get down on your knees.

Painfully, he looks down at you while he unbuttons each and every blouse button, your heart pounded; he was not close enough. You shoved the dirty thoughts to the back of your head, you needed to regain power.

“What are you going to do for me Mr. Ackerman?” You hold back his hands, he smirks.

“I’ll loan you the twenty five, you just gotta remember to pay me back babe.” ‘Oh fuck yes’ you secretly became excited to his words, this meant no Jean.

You shrug off your blouse, revealing the pinkish-nude lace bra you had on, he stares in awe at your perky boobs, they sat so nice. Countless thoughts ran his head, labeling every part of your body... ‘I’ll do this, and this’

“Liking what you see Lev-”

“You think just because I’m going to fuck you; that you can call me by my first name?”

“Sorry sir.” He turned you around, forcibly holding down the side of your head against the cold desk while he took his time once again, staring at every part of your body, he was in fucking love.

His body hot, you wanted to stand up and rip his clothes off him like the feral slut you were for him. You wanted to be his little toy, do whatever you want to me sir.

“You should keep wearing skirts to work, easy access.” He rubs your butt with his tough hands, he pushes up your skirt and the matching panties gave it away.

“Sir, let me help you.” You stand quickly and he takes a tiny step back, allowing you to speedily unbutton and you practically rip it off him, god he was so incredibly sculpted. As they say, god spent extra time on this one.

“Stop drooling,” you snap out of your trance and fiddle with his belt, unhooking it. He throbbed, his meme er begged to be fucked by you and Levi was too excited to see you.. and hear you, and taste you.

He doesn’t allow you to drop to your knees, ‘you’re too good for that’ he told himself, he wanted to see you fall apart beneath him.

“Just hurry up and fuck me then.” His eyes widen, his smirk grows as he pushes you back over onto the desk, bending you in half while he quickly moved your panties to the side. He was about to indulge.

You let out a squeal the moment he pushes himself into you, you sucked him in, he knew it was all too dangerous to fuck you now, you were going to have him pussy whipped.

It seems as if he has more and more to stuff you with; reaching spots previous men couldn’t reach, surpassing all nerves that you even knew existed.

“Wow- Sir.” You’re taken aback, you gasp when his hips finally clap against your ass and thighs, he was in all the way, you were fucking stuffed.

Swears fly from Levi’s mouth as he takes time with the first few thrusts, pumping out and back in; in and out in and out.

“I could be in this pussy ass day, my god, you’re clenching so hard.” He groans, he picks up the pace as he pulls apart your ass cheeks to fill you up as much as possible. Your spongey walls contacted and gushed around his big cock while your eyes rolled tot he back of your head in complete pleasure.

“Hmm it feels so good sir, please keep fucking me like this, I need it.” You moan, he follows your orders, he needed to move your position, he needed easier access to this goddess of a body, goddess of a pussy.

You both went into the office separate days of the week, rarely seeing each other.

“You know-” Levi pounds into you, “if our deal upholds, I need to be able to fuck you anytime I want.” His breathing ragged.

“Yes sir I understand.” You moan, mouth jammed open, your legs slowly wanting to give out as he takes you to different heights, this was gonna be a earth shattering orgasm.

He bit onto his bottom lip to stop himself from sounding like a moaning mess under your spell, you were dripping wet, it felt like a palace between your walls, silk sheets, sliding in and out, not easily. You were so tight he didn’t know what to do with you.

“S-sir I’m about to come.” You whine, pushing yourself against his cock, he lets out a tense breath of air, not expecting you to do the work for him.

“Then come.” Levi grabs the other hip, kicking apart your legs further and fucking you senselessly, you were a drooling mess.

Your body contacts once again, he slows down slightly while still fucking you hard with those powerful thrusts. You cream all over his dick, he’s starstruck by feeling those spasms and seeing your helpless body grasp behind her onto your wrist, it was enough to send you flying over the edge.

You release your seed into her, holding still for a few moments and pulling out making sure it seeps into every crevice in her pussy. Seeing both her and your come drip from her beautiful cat. It was a sight to see alright.

Levi’s muscles are weak, he needs to catch his breath, sit down. You wore him out so good just from those ten minutes of him tearing you apart. The same goes for you, you relax your body and breathe heavily whilst slowly picking up your panties from your ankles and pulling them up, tugging down your skirt and trying to limit your leg movement, afraid of not being able to walk.

You two stood in silence, redressing and regaining composure, “you have a very nice dick sir.” You purr in his ear, he thinks about other things to prevent him from getting hard again.

Glancing at his watch, he knows he’s off the clock, “come on, you’re coming home with me.” He grabs his belongings and you do the same. You were absolutely thrilled.

“Yes boss.” Giggling, you follow behind him closely, halls empty so no one would suspect a thing.

[kaspbrak-king]

96 for the drapple prompts :) (always looking for drawing fodder haha)

96. “It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”

I'm gonna do Reddie hahaha.~

Rated M for Mature

Language and Suggestive dialogue

(Beep beep! Richie!)

A drabble/fic requested by @reddiefreddie89

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Christmas might as well not even come tomorrow, nothing mattered, because Edward Tozier was mad at his husband.

The smaller brunette scrunched his face up in anger, and crossed his fists across his chest. His cheeks were flushed red in frustration.

Even when he was angry he was still adorable, standing there in his giant red reindeer sweater. He looked like a grumpy little kid, Richie thought trying not to laugh and make the situation worse. Eddie tapped his slipper clad foot on the ground.

"Say something Eds." Richie said.

"I fucking hate you so much." He said through gritted teeth. Richie pressed a hand to his chest falling backwards. "Mon Cherie! You wound me!" Richie cried out in a terrible French accent. He looked up and saw Eddie crack the smallest grin. But then went right back to scowling.

"Not gonna work on me tonight."

"But Eddie!!

“It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me!" He whined. Eddie shook his head.

"I don't care if it's Christmas Richie, I still can't BELIEVE the shit you pulled tonight!!!"

*Earlier that night*

The Losers Had all gotten together to exchange gifts, Richie had bought Eddie two gifts this Christmas, one lovely little Pajama set, and another more adult present, that he planned on giving Eddie to him alone in the privacy of their own home.

But of course fate had other plans and Richie had wrapped both of them in the same wrapping paper. They were so in a rush Richie grabbed the present and they left going to Bill's house.

Once they all visited and talked Bill declared it was time to exchange gifts. They all exchanged gifts and got in a circle, each of them opening their gifts from each loser showing off a new book or a nice sweater. Once they had reached Eddie, he opened everyone else's presents before he opened Richie's.

It was box shaped and rattled when shook. "Oh I think i know what this is?" "Its from Richie." "Let me try." He handed over to Ben he shook it and heard the rattle. "Hmm maybe a shakeweight?" Richie made a puzzled look he started thinking, "shakeweight???" Why would it be a shakeweight unless it's-OH GOD NO

"Could be." Eddie said thinking taking his present back. "Was Ben right Richie? Is it a shakeweight?"

Richie's sprang from his chair ,"Uh! EDS! Give me your present I forgot to uh sigh the wrapping paper!" He said climbing over the other losers to get to him. Eddie laughed "What are you talking about Richie?" "C'mon stop teasing, let me open it." "Wait wait no eds!" Richie cried out. But it was too late.

Eddie unwrapped the paper from the box revealing a rectangular black box with the words "AROUZ'D" written on them. He furrowed his brow and ripped open the box and inside was a blue sleek dildo/anal vibrator. Eddie froze and he screamed sealing the box back up and throwing the box at Richie.

"What the fuck Richard!?" He yelled pushing Richie out of the way and going to the bathroom. Once 30 minutes passed the losers informed Richie that Eddie saying he had to go to the bathrrom for 30 minutes meant he had left.

Richie went home and sure enough there was Eddie sitting there fuming on the couch.

*After That Night*

"I said I was sorry! What more do you want from me??! "Richie! You embarrassed me in front of all our friends!!" Eddie said punching him in the chest. Richie grabbed Eddie's hands. "Honest to god, swear on my own life, I never meant to mix up those presents!" Richie said.

Eddie let out a long groan before admitting defeat, "Okay I believe you, even you wouldn't do something like THAT." Eddie said smiling. "Does that mean I'm out of the doghouse?" Richie asked.

Eddie rolled his eyes, "Oh no, buddy your still in the doghouse, but I want to cuddle tonight so your out for now." He said pulling Richie to their bedroom where they lied down together hugging and holding each other, waiting for Santa to come.

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Okay all done! I hope you like it ^^

[afangirlwashere]

Keep you off my mind (T.H. x reader)

Summary: The only thing that helps you forget about him is also the thing that hurts the people around you the most.

Warnings: IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY DRUGS (weed) PLEASE CONSIDER SKIPPING THIS ONESHOT, weed, swearing, angst, also this didn’t really turn out that long or good it’s just a brain dump for fun, also poor Harrison I’m so sorry bby

Song inspiration:  𝘛𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘓𝘰 - 𝘏𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘴/𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘏𝘪𝘨𝘩 (𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘋𝘰𝘸𝘯), breakeven - the script (slowed down), ( slowed down ) another love

Masterlist

The house filled with the ringing of the doorbell. 

Again. 

Again. 

And again. 

Someone was eager to get inside.

“(Y/N)?” his eyebrows shot up in surprise when he opened the door seeing the fragile shell of a human she’d become. 

“Yeah, it’s me Harrison, no need to cream your pants.” she tried to push him out of the way to enter his house but he could easily hold her off.

“What are you doing here?” he’d seen this carmine zipper sweatshirt way too many times lately and the fact that she had the hood on to prevent him from seeing her face in detail assured Harrison to stay alert.

“I need another dose.” she whimpered trying to sound as innocent as possible. 

Harrison’s head jerked back inside if anyone heard and then he searched the neighborhood for any annoying old ladies that could possibly hear their conversation. 

He stepped out of the house making sure the door stayed at least 3 inches open “Listen I don’t have any weed on me and even if I did there is no way I’d give you any.” he whispered. 

(Y/N) grinned and stood up on her tippy-toes “See that’s a lie. I know that Zack made a bunch of brownies yesterday and he said they all sold. And guess to who...?” she jabbed her finger in his chest “So don’t be a dick and give me some Hazzy-Haz.” 

Harrison felt a little stab in his heart when (Y/N) almost crawled all over him and bit her lip seductively “See I don’t know what exactly you want from me but you’re getting neither. You need to go home and get some sleep.” His fingers wrapped around her wrists and gently pushed her away. 

“Just one brownie and I swear I’ll leave! You won’t see me at least a week.” there was no way to get out of his grasp when the world seemed to be funnily spinning.

“Look at me.” Harrison hunched so that his face could be right next to her’s “You’re high (Y/N).” he gave her a second to let that sink in “I didn’t buy any brownies from Zack, I don’t have any weed in any form on me and Tom is coming over soon so for both our sakes you need to go home, drink some water maybe try to eat and sleep this away alright? I can drive you if you feel like you’re not going to be able to get home safe by yourself. I’ll just text Tom to wait here for me.“

The frown on her face grew prominent “I don’t need any of that. I need more weed, Harrison! I know you have it you fucker, you and that shithead get high off it each time he comes home just give me one or two and I’ll be gone!” 

Harrison let go of her as if her skin burned him “You’re making a scene. You need to get over yourself. It’s been weeks-what weeks it’s been months since you and Tom broke up! This is pointless and somewhere inside you know I’m damn right.” 

“Fuck you!” she shouted strutting away from the Osterfield household “And fuck him too!” 

Harrison swallowed hard as his head rested on the doorway. Both of his parents stood at the window witnessing what had just happened “That is the third time this week she’s come here to bargain and beg for drugs, Harrison don’t think we didn’t notice. Sweetheart I know you’re kind and you want to help but maybe you’re not the one that can.” he watched as his mother’s hands clasped in her lap “I think the chicken will be done any minute now. I hope Tom is going to be here soon like you said I’d hate to serve him cold food.”

Harrison shut his eyes taking a deep breath. His mother’s heels tapped on the wooden floor while he let his mind travel a few months back when things were much simpler. 

Times when (Y/N) scoffed at anyone who tried to force her any addictive substance, when she was happily sitting on Tom’s lap in a club - Sam and Harry pretending to throw up - times when Tom wasn’t so committed to his work that he wouldn’t have isolated himself from his friends and later even (Y/N). 

Harrison still remembered Tom’s eyes when he opened the front door for him after weeks of not talking to each other. They were cold as he said “It’s over mate. We broke up. For real this time.” 

He half expected Tom to pull finger guns and say it’s a prank. That he’d boast about being an actor who can even fool his best friend. That’s what usually happened. 

But this time was different. He didn’t see Tom cry, break something or be mad about it to the point he screams. He was numb which scared Harrison more than all the things he had seen his friend do before. 

A hand hit his shoulder ripping him away from the memories and thoughts “You did the right thing, Harrison.” his dad tapped his shoulder a few more times before the doorbell rang again. 

“You’re leaving for more Chaos Walking reshoots?” Harrison completely missed any holes on the Skee-Ball machine wasting his last ball.

“Yep. That means bye-bye curls.” Tom swept a hand through his hair and then quickly pulled his hood back up “You lost mate. You’re paying for the next round.” he smirked watching the tickets shoot out of the machine.

“When are you leaving? And for how long?” Harrison stood frozen in place.

“Next week. I’m going to be in Scotland I think for three weeks?” Tom scrunched his nose “Give or take...” he noticed his friend’s piercing blue eyes advert somewhere behind him and widen.

“Um... I want to go play Paperboy.” Harrison took out his phone, quickly scrolling.

The brunet frowned in confusion “You fucking hate Paperboy. The first time I heard you swear was when you played it. Remember? When the grim reaper chased you but the ray of bees-”

Harrison’s eyes kept nervously looking back and forth between his phone and someone in the far back “Or you know what? I’ll get us another round of beers since I lost. Just wait here for me.” he didn’t wait for Tom’s response taking large fast steps to the bar.

Tom watched his tall friend walk up to a girl who sat at a bar stool tapping her foot nervously. Harrison slid on the barstool next to her and Tom couldn’t help but crack a smile seeing his buddy try and flirt with a girl. 

But the more he observed the situation the more confused he got. Harrison wasn‘t smiling charmingly like he did when trying to get a girls phone number or social media and the girl didn‘t seem to even acknowledge his presence.

Her hood was still up and Harrison poked her shoulder. She pulled black earbuds out of her ears. Tom stood silently with arms folded on his chest when Haz started explaining something - obviously fired up - and the girl put back her earbuds.

Why was Harrison even talking to her? Was she a fan that he didn’t notice? Was she taking pictures or videos the whole time? With a quick tug his best mate pulled off her hood and she turned to him, furious.

And then it clicked. Because when she turned around it was (Y/N).

„Hey, hey, hey. Stop moving or I’ll poke your eye out!“ (Y/N) giggled as she sat on Tom’s lap with a make-up remover in one hand and cotton pads in the other „What kind of eyeshadow and glitter did they put on you in the club it doesn’t want to go away.“

„I have no idea…“ Tom slurred putting his head in the crook of (Y/N)‘s neck.

„I just took a shower you’re gonna get it all over me you ass! Stop that!“ she pushes him back up and pulls out another cotton pad. His hair was still a little damp from dancing and partying so his curls kept getting stuck to his forehead. She pushed them away and kissed Tom’s forehead „Now close your eyes for me golden boy.“

„Are you challenging me to kiss you with my eyes closed?“ Tom leaned in with pursed lips. (Y/N) wiped the cotton pad on his lips and he spluttered „Ew, gross. Glitter in my mouth.“

„I told you to stop moving Tom. You’re making the process longer.“ She pushed harder on his temple where she managed to move most of the glitter to.

He was able to stay still for ten seconds. (Y/N) was pretty sure that must have been his record. He started kissing her left cheek and when she stared at him annoyed he started changing between her left and right cheek at rapid speed. (Y/N) couldn’t help herself but smile and eventually even blush because he kept going at it „Okay, okay, I get it.“ She put the remover on their nightstand and held his face to stop him „You want to be a prick.“ She pressed her lips to his.

Tom’s hands immediately slipped to her waist trying to get rid of her shirt „No, no, no.“ She pushed them away „Not today glitter fairy.“

He moaned into the kiss but as fast as he got playful his high passed „‘M tired…“

„Just give me five more minutes and It’ll be done I promise.“ (Y/N) pushed his curls away again.

„Missed you there.“ Tom murmurs.

„Oh really? Hazzy-boy wasn’t fun enough for you?“ a smug smirk spread on her face.

„He was awesome… But I still missed you.“ He took a long tired breath „‘Cause I can dance like a fool with you and you don’t care. And you’re really funny… and pretty… and… and when you drink a lot of bubbly drinks you get the hiccups, you’re so cute when you get the hiccups… I love you.“ Tom whispers.

Tom’s heart swelled when she took a very familiar baggie and stuck it in her pocket. She also stuck out her middle finger at Harrison, shouted something in his face and marched to the women’s bathroom.

When Tom got to the bar Harrison had his head in his hands „Do I want to know?“ Tom asked all the liveliness leaving his voice the moment he recognized (Y/N).

„It’s bad…“ Haz croaks out and wipes his shiny eyes from tears that were threatening to spill „Two weeks ago I got a phone call from an unknown number at three in the morning. It was (Y/N). She was giggling while talking about some seagulls. So I ask her ‚What’s wrong? Why are you calling me at three o‘fucking-clock.‘ She says ‚Oh yeah right, I called you because… I’m at Dover and I don’t know how to get home‘. She was at the fucking Dover Cliffs I had no idea how she got there probably with some of her friends that like to get wasted drunk and high as well and then they think of stupid ideas like this. I had to drive there for almost three hours, then I looked for her another hour on the cliff. Couldn’t find her so I tried calling her, first five times she didn’t pick up. I was going fucking insane I thought she might have fallen off or jumped I-“ he put his fingers to his nose and sniveled „I found her passed out close to the lighthouse early in the morning. Some people helped me to get her in the car and I drove her back to Kingston.“

„Jesus…“ Tom rubbed his eyes „I really didn’t want to know.“ He never thought of all people that (Y/N) could possibly have done something like that.

„I tried talking to her on the ride back.“ Harrison murmured while taking a sip of beer „I didn’t shout at her I just said ‚You’ve been so sad lately. Please let me help you. Just let me in.‘ y’know what she said?“ he looked up at Tom, face covered in blue from led lights and eyes filling with anguish „‘It’s too early for this shit.‘ and then she turned around and fell asleep for the rest of the ride.“

Harrison sipped on his beer once more leaving Tom shaken to the core by what his ex has been up to since their break-up.

„You… Do you know why she’s doing this?“ Tom asked praying for the answer to be anything else than what he thought.

„Isn’t it obvious?“ The blond scoffed as the door to the bathroom opened again and (YN) rushed out of the arcade.

Tom didn’t think twice before he pushed himself off the bar and ran after her ignoring Harrison’s warning „Mate I don’t think that’s a good idea!“

(Y/N) quickly brushed by everyone meanwhile Tom went right through them muttering „Excuse me.“ To try and catch up with her.

„(Y/N)!“ Tom shouted standing on his tiptoes when she leaned into the heavy door and fled the arcade „(Y/N)!“ his voice carried through the night this time and she stopped dead in her tracks.

„What?!“ she snapped at him turning around „What do you want?“

The actor swallowed hard, his brain completely blank on what to say next. There wasn’t any script to follow or lines that he’d forgotten. This was real life and he had to say the right thing because this was his only chance. No reshoots, no patience. Just bottled up feelings and so little courage to open the cap.

„You don’t get to give up.“ He curled his shaking hands into fists so that she couldn’t see how nervous he was.

(Y/N) stares at him and Tom notices how the moon still makes her eyes sparkle like diamonds „Why do you do this to yourself?“ he steps closer.

„You don’t know what it feels like.“ She takes a few steps closer as well „I just want to turn it all off-I can’t stand it anymore.“

„Stand what?“ the lamp flickered a few times when the wind picked up but neither of them broke eye contact.

„What I feel for you terrifies me!“ her voice breaks „Whenever I think about you, it feels like I’m drowning! I don’t know what’s wrong with me! I can’t stop it-nobody can! Only this! This is the only thing that keeps you off my mind.“ she holds a baggie with a bunch of brownies in them.

They look exactly like the ones Tom bought from Zack – the guy that worked at the arcade – today.

„(Y/N) you can’t give up! This doesn’t solve anything.“ He pointed at the baggie „The things you made Harrison go through were nuts he shouldn’t have to do them because I broke up with you! I needed to focus on my career and I thought you would understand eventually – I still hope you will.“

„You were so heartless the last two weeks of our relationship.“ Tears finally tipped from her starry eyes „But I’m still in love with you Tom… You were always the best part of me. And seeing you okay while I’m here falling to pieces really hurts.“ She licked her lips and wiped a few tears away „So if you think I want these more than you? Fuck no! You can fucking take them if that makes you happy you piece of shit!“ she threw the baggie at him.

This time he took a step back, the brownies landed at his feet, his lips quivered as he felt the rage seep out of such a loving person „(Y/N) I didn’t know this would happen… If I knew that-“

„If you knew what?!“ she screamed „That I’m pathetic and I won’t be able to get back from this you wouldn’t break-up with me? Or date me? Go to hell Holland.“ Her head shook in disgust while walking away „Tell Haz I’m sorry about today. And everything before. He’s too much of a good friend for both us…“

Tom’s heart pounded against his chest as he picked up the baggie and watched (Y/N) disappear around the corner „I’m sorry…“

Even though she didn’t know her eyes were not the only ones that would shed tears that night.