#i laughed i cried i had so much fuckin fun!!!!!

[hobies-gf]

On top 💭🕷️ hobie x fem reader

★ CW riding, cream pie, dirty talk, overstimulation, degradation, a little bit of praise ★ NOTES havent written anything in so long but im back now bbs, i promise ill post more

Riding Hobie always had it perks. You felt him deeper this way and he just loved to ogle at your breasts as you used him for your own pleasure.

Most times Hobie strayed away from this position, always preferring to give you what you want hard and rough till the bed shakes — but when you do get him into this position he can’t complain.

“Fuck baby, y’so wet all over me, nasty pussy can’ stop purrin’.” He groaned, throwing his head back and exposing his adam’s apple in the process.

You were bouncing on Hobie’s cock feverishly, palms on his chest and thighs burning. The constant sounds of wet skin clapping and clicking noises from just how much slick and cum had leaked out of your cunt filled the room and it was just so nasty that it only got you craving for more.

Hobie’s eyes were rolled all the way back into his skull, his hands shaking as he gripped you forcefully, pulling your hips down every time you lifted up. It was lewd, animalistic, but after cumming so many times neither of you cared enough to feel an ounce of shame.

You weren’t in any better state. You were drunk over the feeling off Hobie’s tip abusing the deepest parts of your pussy, clenching down on him just to feel the veins on his cock a little better. Drool leaking out the sides of your mouth, mind so fucked with pleasure that you didn’t even have the thought of ever closing your mouth. Yet you continued to bounce and bounce on his cock.

“Needy puppy, fuckin’ ‘erself stupid on my cock.” Hobie grunted. He planted his feet firmly on the bed and began thrusting up into you, his large hands holding you down by the hips. You cried out helplessly, your back arching painfully as you experience this entirely new wave of pleasure. It was too much, but with the way your tongue fell out from your mouth, Hobie only pounded into you harder.

“Like a bitch in heat.” He laughed. He laughed and it was really so annoying that he had the capabilities to make fun of you when you were a complete, fucked out mess on top of him.

"Ho — Hobie! S'too much!" You squealed.

You wrap your hands around his wrists and try to push him away because every sticky thrust had your thoughts fucked out of your mind and you wanted so desperately to keep yourself together somehow. But Hobie was so mean. So mean with the way he just laughs again and shakes his head. He flips the position and suddenly your back is on the mattress, knees right by your head and the squelching of his fat cock bullying it's way into your cunt only gets louder.

"Oh fuckfuckfuck — daddy s'too much, please please!" You look down and watch as Hobie continues to fuck into your messy cunt at a bruising pace. Lines of slick constantly breaking from his hips and your cunt every time he pulled away. His cock covered in your cum and it was all just so dirty.

"C'mon baby, cream on daddy's cock — mmh yeah, y'can do it, give it t'me nice and good." Hobie groaned. He slowed down a little but only to fuck you with deeper strokes. The tip of his cock pushed out parts of your belly and you could faintly see the outline of his dick through your skin. "Make a mess on this cock puppy — be fuckin' nasty with it."

Your breath was caught in your throat, head tilted back, back arched and eyes squeezed shut. It was too much, too many times did you come tonight — but were you really in a place to complain when your hips started to fuck back against Hobie's thrusts? Your body was so dirty, eager for pleasure when mentally you were completely gone.

The knot in your tummy quickly made itself known and you began thrashing on the bed, pathetic whines pushed out of you every time Hobie pushed his hips flush against yours.

"'M gu— gunna cum." You sniffle, and Hobie thinks you look all too pretty, all too angelic for a situation like this. Pussy fucked, filled and stretched with all his cum. Legs lewdly spread, and your cute breasts bouncing every time he pushed in. His dirtiest angel.

"Cum baby, 'n scream m'name when ya do."

Your cunt tightened up around his cock and with a few more thrusts you creamed all over his dick like he asked, "Hobie!" Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you choke up a little, hands flying up to press your nails into Hobie's skin.

"Yeah, that's right pretty." Hobie moaned, his release soon following after as if your climax served as a catalyst for his own. You feel his warm cum fill you up for the last time for the evening, adding more to other loads Hobie had dumped into you. It was overflowing now and he clicked his tongue disapprovingly when he saw his cum spill out of your pussy as he pulled out.

“Bred y’so well hm?” Hobie brought up two fingers and fucked all the cum back in you slowly, your quiet cries do nothing to stop him.

You were tired out, exhausted and limp on the bed — only for your eyes to widen when you feel the fat tip of Hobie’s cock press up against your entrance, “One last round?”

[genshin-obsessed]

Idk if I'm too late for the Neuvillette drabbles but imagine trying to go swimming with him but he doesn't get in the water so you splash him playfully and then he just. Summons a fuckin tidal wave on you. By accident. And he's so apologetic afterward but you're just laughing your ass off lol

Nope, not late at all! I just went to bed last night right after posting the thingie lol also this sounds so cuteee <33 I had fun with it! Thank you! Word count: 501

Gather like the Tidal Wave

"Ah! Finally, some time to relax!" You squealed as your feet hit the sand as you ran towards the cool, blue water. Without warning, you jumped in, the cold water surrounding you. Neuvillette, on the other hand, just watched you with a light smile as he stood a distance away.

After a couple of moments, you poked your head out, looking over at him and waving. Raising a gloved hand, Neuvillette waved right back, chuckling to himself.

"Aren't you coming in?" You called back to him before pouting when he shook his head.

"No, I'm alright, but you do look like you're having lots of fun." Neuvillette replied as he walked closer to the water, only his boots getting wet due to the waves rolling in on the shore.

"Aw, come on! You've been working so hard all weak! Don't you need to swim? Cuz you're a dragon and all." You said, making him shake his head a little.

"I'm not a lizard that dries out, sweet (y/n), I'm a human just like you." You crossed your arms at his words, your cheeks turning a faint shade of pink.

"Yeah, well it doesn't rain when I get super sad." You argued back to which he looked at you confused.

"No, if I recall correctly, it does rain when you get upset."

"It rains because you get upset that I'm upset." Well, Neuvillette couldn't deny that. Honestly, if you were upset or you cried, that transferred to Neuvillette and before you knew it, it would be raining.

"I can't deny that." He said honestly, his icy blue eyes shifting away in slight embarrassment.

Deciding it was too boring without him in the water, you began to splash him. He threw his hand up, stopping the water before it hit him, making you whine.

"Neuvillette! You're no fun! Come on!"

"I'm sorry, my robes are a bit expensive and I don't want them to get wet-" He flinched when you splashed him again, but this time the water hit his face.

He couldn't find himself being upset because... you were laughing. So, he decided to play along. He walked a bit further into the water and swiped his hand against it, making it splash you. And so began the very short splash war.

Unforunately, Neuvillette wasn't paying attention and... with one swift move of his hand, a large tidal wave formed beside you and crashed right over you. You squealed, holding your breath in time as you spun around under the water.

Neuvillette, on the other hand, audibly gasped. That wave was a lot bigger than he meant to make it! However, his panicked heart was instantly set at ease when he saw you stick your head out and begin laughing.

"My apologies, that was a little big."

"That was so cool! Do it again!" You exclaimed in excitement, jumping up and down. Much to your dismay, Neuvillette shook his head as he began walking back out of the water.

"No, I don't think so."

[ms-fade]

Day 11 Of Kinktober

Dom!Katsuki Bakugo x Sub!Fem!Reader.

Ask: Can I request izuku midoriya and/or katsuki bakugou (seperate) for face-sitting? Maybe bondage and eating out, being comfortable in their relationship to do that? Thank you I know this might be a lot 😭Love your work tho 🫶

Warning: Smut, AFAB!Reader, Being tied up, Female receiving, Overstimulating, Being restrained, usage of sl*t and good girl calling.

“Look at you, you can barely stand up by yourself,” Bakugou coo’d from underneath your thighs. He looked up at you with his noses pressed against your puffy clit, “Cry’n too, such a pretty little thing.” You whimpered and shifted your weight to get more comfortable but his hands gripped on your hips as his nails dig into your skin.

The rope on your skin made sure your arms stuck behind your back, the rope wrapped over your breast. You knew it was just the beginning and he’ll have your legs tied up after he had his fun with you on his face. His tongue lapped over your slit and pushed between your folds and into your sopping cunt. Moaning you move your hips with his movement and start to try and push him deeper within you.

“Please-Suki’, make me cum.” Tears rolled down your hot cheeks as you roll your head back. A laugh from him sent vibrations through your pussy and made you clinch tighter. “Just a few minutes you told me it was too much. Awe, such a pathetic girl that wants to cum. Say it.”

A stinging sensation made your thighs wrapped around his head as his hand slapped your already sore ass. You cried out and thrusted forward as your legs twitched, you had to stop yourself from crying. “I wanna cum- So bad, please. I’ll be a good girl, a good slut for you.” His eyes looked at your scrunched up face as you tried to keep your composure.

He smirked and curled his tongue and rubbed over your hip softly, “That’s right, my good girl. Come for me,” he stopped taking and went rougher and faster with his tongue and moves his nose over your clit a few times to give you more pleasure.

Your body moves on its own and within a few seconds your cunt twitched and gushed over his face. The orgasm hit you harshly as your body was already tired from the past three times he had made you cum. twitching on his face he pushed you down father and keep you from moving anymore.

He licked you clean and sucked all the cum from your sobbing hole. Screaming for him to stop as your body ached, your legs shaking and your knees so close to giving out. With a popping sound he pulled away from your pussy and catches his breath, your juices all over his face and glistened in the light.

“Woah’, that was amazing. Did such a good job,” his lips came to your things and pressed a few kisses as his hands rubbed up and down your body. “Think you take my cock now?” Your lips pouted and quivered.

“Yeah, you can fuckin’ take it.”

[phefics]

unconventional

ship: billy loomis x fem!reader x stu macher summary: a tickle fight with billy and stu takes a turn when the boys realize how much they like hearing the reader beg. warnings: dubious consent, degrading names (slut), tickling word count: 1.6k

It’s an unconventional arrangement, dating two boys at once. You certainly hadn’t befriended Billy Loomis and Stu Macher with the intention of falling for either of them, let alone both.

But, shit happens, especially when your two best friends are attractive and fucking inseparable. Dating one of them would end up as a package deal, anyway. 

Kids at school couldn’t quite figure you out. One day, you’d be seen getting carried bridal-style by Stu, the next, you’d be holding hands with Billy. Some people thought you were a cheater, some thought you were a beard to hide a gay love affair.

None of you gave a shit what anyone thought.

Your parents weren’t home, and you had invited the boys over for a movie night. Stu had arrived first, because he lived closer, and although Billy got there only a few minutes later, he walked in on an interesting scene.

You had left the front door unlocked, and as he walked inside, he heard shrieking coming from the living room. He panicked for a moment, thinking Stu had broken the ‘Don’t Kill Y/N’ rule, but as he tiptoed into the room, all he found was Stu straddling your thighs, tickling you.

He couldn’t help but grin at the sight. “What’s going on here?” he asked.

You and Stu both jumped at his voice, so caught up in the moment that you had forgotten he was on his way.

“Billy, help!” you cried, still giggling like mad as Stu’s fingers slipped beneath your sweater, scribbling over the skin of your stomach.

“Help? Sure, I’ll help,” Billy said, giving Stu a smirk as he approached, kneeling down on the floor beside you.

He easily grabbed your flailing wrists and pulled your arms up, pinning them over your head.

“Can’t smack me anymore, hm?” Stu teased. “Thanks, Billy, I was startin’ to fear for my life there.”

“No problem. We couldn’t let that pretty face get bruised, could we?”

While you agreed that Stu had a pretty face, you wanted nothing more than to punch him in it as his fingers creeped higher, tickling your underarms with a newfound vigor, now that you were helpless to stop him.

Your laugh grew in volume, in intensity. “You fuckers,” you gasped out, kicking your legs wildly. “I’m gonna kill you both, cut it out!”

Billy let out a low chuckle, his breath ghosting over your ear. Stu, meanwhile, giggled along with you, clearly pleased with himself for starting this whole thing.

“You want us to stop?” Billy asked. “Cause it seems like you’re having fun…”

“Yeah, I mean, you’re smiling like crazy,” Stu added. “Why would we stop makin’ you smile, baby?”

"Besides, we're certainly having fun."

You whined as his fingers slowed to a torturous, feather-light touch, just ghosting against your skin. “You guys suck,” you said, breathless.

Billy hummed. “Really? We suck? That’s not very nice, Y/N. Stu, I think we need to teach her some manners.”

“I agree.”

And with that, Stu’s hands began tickling you again, dancing over your entire torso, never lingering in one spot for too long. Billy adjusted his grip on your wrists so that he was only holding them with one hand, using the other to flutter over the side of your neck, making you scrunch up your shoulders uselessly.

This was awful. It was torture. But…There was something exciting about it, too. Being held down like this, helpless and pliant beneath their touches as they exploited your weak spots…Stu’s hands brushed against your chest as he went, and you weren’t wearing a bra, and you felt your nipples grow hard at the quick, barely-there contact.

“You gonna apologize to us?” Billy asked.

You shook your head. You had nothing to apologize for. They did suck, you were just telling the truth.

“Always so fuckin’ stubborn,” he sighed, before using his free hand to tickle your armpit, making you squeal.

“Maybe she’s not giving up because she likes it,” Stu said. “She’s such a slut, I wouldn’t be surprised if this turns her on.”

If the tickling itself wasn’t hot, those words certainly were. You felt your pussy throb when you were called that, felt a thrill up your spine.

Billy chuckled. “Yeah, you’re probably right,” he said. “How about we make a new deal, Y/N? Stu’s gonna pull your pants down, and if you aren't wet right now, we’ll stop. But if you are, well…Maybe we’ll take the rest of your clothes off and keep going.”

The fingers stopped, finally giving you a chance to fully catch your breath. Your skin buzzed with the phantom sensation, your head spun from their teasing words. But most of all, you knew for a fact that you were wet, and your heart pounded in your chest at the realization.

Stu gave you a mischievous grin before getting off your legs and grabbing the waist of your sweatpants, yanking them down to your knees with no preamble, and cupping his fingers over your mound, pressing against your folds through your panties, feeling the obvious dampness that only made his grin grow larger, more devilish.

“You were right,” he said. “Little slut’s getting off on this.”

You opened your mouth and shut it again. What were you supposed to say? Deny the obvious? Attempt to elaborate that it wasn’t really the tickling, it was everything combined? Would that really save your dignity?

Billy laughed. “Fuckin’ knew it.”

You let out a soft whimper as Stu’s fingers rubbed against your pussy, trying to buck your hips to gather more friction.

“So needy,” Stu muttered, almost to himself.

Billy released your wrists and made quick work of pulling your hoodie over your head, the cold air making goosebumps rise on your bare skin. Your nipples hardened even more, and you grew even more aroused as you were stripped.

Stu pulled your pants down the rest of the way, and your underwear, too, leaving you naked on the carpet and blushing like mad.

“Ready for round two, baby?”

You shook your head, squirming wildly as they caged you in between their bodies. “Please, I—”

They didn’t let you finish. If you really wanted them to stop, you knew what to say, and you hadn’t, so they had no reason for showing mercy.

Stu began squeezing up and down your thighs, occasionally scratching behind your knees as well, while Billy dug into your ribs.

The combined sensations made you burst into laughter, slightly hoarse with how loud you’d been the entire time. You thrashed, but they easily dodged your flying limbs and kept tickling.

“So fuckin’ cute,” Billy cooed.

“Fucking adorable,” Stu agreed.

You wailed as Stu ran his fingers over the sole of your foot, toes curling in an attempt to block the feeling, but it did nothing to provide any relief.

“Please,” you managed to say. “I can’t take it anymore, stop it!”

To your surprise, they did. Your begging usually only turned them on more, and you doubted they were truly going to stop.

Stu positioned himself between your thighs, pushing them apart so he could bring his face to your pussy, looking up at you with those sweet blue eyes.

Billy’s hands came to grab your breasts, and you moaned softly as his thumbs brushed over your nipples.

Stu licked at your entrance teasingly before beginning to eat you out, holding your hips and easily finding your clit with his tongue.

Your head lolled back into Billy’s lap, legs spreading even wider to give Stu better access to your aching clit.

All the rough-housing, the name-calling, the teasing had gotten you so worked up, and they were finally going to give you some relief.

Or, so you thought.

Slowly, Billy’s touch became light and ticklish again, blunt fingernails tracing along the curve of your tits, up to your collarbones, down to your sides. You squirmed and laughed softly, trying to ignore it and focus on the pleasure Stu’s tongue was bringing you, but that bastard had also begun to wiggle his fingers against your hips, all while focusing the rest of his attention on your clit, causing a mixture of moans and giggles to spill from your lips.

“So pretty,” Billy murmured. “So sensitive, too. But you take it like the good girl you are, hm? You’ll take whatever we dish out, won’t you, slut?”

“Yes,” you reply, your speech slightly slurred.

“You gonna cum for us like this? Fuckin’ helpless, fuckin’ adorable…”

You whined as Stu’s mouth brought you closer to climax, and Billy’s words were certainly helping. ��Yes,” you said again. “Please, make me cum…”

You felt Stu chuckle against you, the heat of his breath making you twitch.

Their fingers were still tickling, in that maddening sort of itch that made you want to crawl out of your skin more than it made you want to laugh. It kept your entire nervous system alert, buzzing like electricity as you drew closer and closer to orgasm.

“That’s our girl,” Billy said. “Begging like a good slut. You can cum baby, cum for us.”

His words were all you needed to be pushed off the edge, legs shaking as you came with a cry of pleasure.

Stu popped up from between your thighs, all wild-eyed and adorable, like he was so proud to have given you that orgasm. His lips were shining with your wetness, and Billy leaned over you to kiss it off for him.

As your boyfriends kissed, you flopped back against the carpet, breathless and spent. Your skin still tingled and you felt high off of adrenaline.

“How ‘bout we get you cleaned up, huh?” Stu said, gesturing at the sticky mess on your thighs.

You blushed. “My shower is not big enough for the three of us,” you said.

“But we could run you a bath,” Billy suggested. “And you could watch us have a little fun…You got us so fuckin’ hard.”

You could see both of their cocks straining in their pants, and grinned. “That sounds like a plan.”

An unconventional relationship, an unconventional sex life…You couldn’t care less if it was strange. It was fucking perfect.

[eeveebitches]

balcony. || Roman Roy

Pairing: Roman Roy x F!Reader

Summary: You're Roman's sad assistant, Roman is your comforting boss. There's something unspoken, too.

Word count: 1.685

The harsh autumn wind bites at the skin exposed by your party dress, leaving goosebumps in its wake. It's times like these where you curse yourself for your 'the jacket ruins the outfit' mentality. Sure, the moment you wanna go home you can step into a cozy Uber. But this jacket-less lifestyle doesn't support emotional breakdowns on balconies.

You're not sure why you feel the way you do. Maybe it's just life-- too much and too little, constant scratching and clawing just to get out of bed. Or maybe it's this dress, and the fact it just doesn't look as good on you as it used to look. Maybe it's the fact that you're lonely, no matter how much time you spend with others.

"Are you thinking of killing yourself? Because that's, like, lame." Your head turns for some reason, as if it isn't immediately clear to you that it's Roman. "Only a little bit," you weakly chuckle out, turning back to look at the view. Small lights blinking from high to low, desperate to shine through the darkness.

Roman wordlessly walks to stand next to you, although he turns his back to the view. He leans on the old, marble railing, hands tucked in his pockets for only a moment before he pulls them out again.

He's clearly nervous. Emotions aren't on the forefront for him, and the dysfunction of his upbringing definitely hasn't made him capable of handling yours any time, either. But his hands clasp and unclasp, his eyes blink rapidly, and with a single sentence he dives into the deep end.

"So are you, uh, okay?"

Your breathing stills at the question. Suddenly the cold air blows into your eyes, and now suddenly it's making you tear up. Damn the cold air for making you look weak. "Yeah, I just... I don't know," you mumble out, carelessly wiping your eyes, any make-up you had on now smudged. From the corner of your sight you can see Roman's eyes widen. His head starts darting around, like he's searching for something in the air, as he hesitates in his next actions.

He takes a single step. A small one, for sure, but the step is to get closer to you. One leg over the other, and now his arm is touching yours. "D'you wanna... talk?" You shrug, still mindlessly staring out in front of you as Roman struggles to think of ways he can show he does care about your feelings, even if he wouldn't outwardly admit it.

"Wanna be my therapist?" You laugh bitterly as you say it, to which Roman cracks an uneasy smile. "Sounds like a fun time, maybe even a little hot. Doctor, patient, stuck in a room for way too long," he tells you, carrying a nonchalant grin.

As always, he makes you laugh. "And a therapy couch to have crazy monkey sex on. I'm into it." Roman's grin grows at that, teeth peeking out as he finally turns to look into the night as well. "Soooo, what, is the party so bad you're considering suicide?" You roll your eyes at him with a light smile, which he happily reciprocates. "You're on the right fuckin' path, though, since their wine tastes like the aftermath of a grape juice enema," he groans out, eyes squeezed shut in faux annoyance.

With each smile you give him, he feels more secure. Like his feet are properly tied onto the ground, instead of floating out into the empty cold of space. "I'm just sad is all, Romes. Not about the shit wine, though, I haven't even had any tonight."

"Seriously? I thought that guy from the app company sent you a drink. He wanted to get into your panties bad, you do know that, right?" He tries not to come over as jealous, since this is your moment of vulnerability, but you can tell he is by the way he runs a shaky hand through his hair. All you do is shrug in response. "Didn't accept it."

He cackles, which makes you smile. "You stone-cold bitch. Poor guy's gonna jerk himself off as he cries, and you show no mercy?"

Another shrug from you, and another laugh from him. His laughter dies down quickly when he sees the change in your expression. There's a quiet somberness to it. The kind that brought him back to his childhood, uniforms and broken mirrors. 

He hates that somberness on you.

"Seriously, what's up? You're all quiet and fuckin' depressed, it's giving me the heebie jeebies." Your head doesn't turn to Roman as you prepare to speak. You keep your eyes on the twinkling lights of the buildings far away from you. Twinkles of humans who are just as awake, and possibly just as solemn as you are. "It's these parties. They just kinda highlight my loneliness, it's... it's just a bit much tonight," you sigh out, head not moving an inch.

You don't bother looking at Roman's face. It's most definitely a melancholic one, eyes round and glassy with his eyebrows slightly knotted. "You have me," he mumbles out, and despite his weak attempt at making it sound humorous, you both know it fell flat. He's too desperate for you to acknowledge that for it to be funny.

"I know I do."

A silence falls between the two of you as you both stare out. Roman's arm is still flush against yours, a lick of heat that's so miniscule yet so warming to you. 

He's thinking of something, anything, to say to you. Something that'll comfort you like you always comfort him. But how can he copy the eye contact you make across a room, or the hug you always give him where you squeeze his shoulders extra tight? Nothing he could say could ever carry the nurture your perfume carries for him.

"You don't have to say anything, Romes, just... be here with me?"

Roman stills. His hands stop fiddling, and his eyes stop darting around, searching for an anchor point to help him stay ashore. He lets out a heavy sigh, before grabbing your hand and tugging you with him. "C'mon," he mumbles, not daring to look at your expression, "let's go home."

There's something far too domestic about how he texts his driver with one hand while the other one holds onto yours. Like you're not his underpaid assistant, or his closest friend, but instead his partner. Your mind floods with images of his apartment flooded with your things, and Sundays together in bed. 

The two of you weave through the crowd. Roman speaks for the both of you every time someone tries to speak to either of you, probably to ask why you're leaving so early. He simply throws a 'fuck off' their way as he continues leading you to the exit. 

The taxi is somehow already standing there. "Let's ditch this shitty granny orgy," he chuckles out. He's clearly just as nervous as you are about the implication of whatever is happening now, but he doesn't hesitate in sitting snugly against you in the car. You let your head fall onto his shoulder. A heavy sigh escapes you, the kind that felt like it had been in your lungs for years.

"Just so you know, I didn't do groceries." You huff out a small laugh. "I told you to start doing them though," you mumble against his shoulder. His head falls to lean against yours, digging his nose into your hair. "I know, I'm just really fucking stubborn, like, all the time," he mumbles back.

This makes you laugh a little harder. He laughs too, content in your proximity to him. It felt right, sharing body heat. The car stops, and as the two of you step out Roman grabs your hand again. He doesn't let go, not even when unlocking his door.

Your hands disconnect to let Roman remove and hang up his jacket. He scurries to his bedroom, leaving you to take in his apartment. You've been in it plenty of times, but never like this. Never in a way that made it feel like home.

Roman returns, already changed into a sweater and loose pants. He hands you some clothes, as well, head nudging you towards his bedroom. "It's all oversized, because my pecs are fucking huge and stretch my clothes out," he jokes, flexing his muscles as if he can't hear his blood flow in his ears.

With a sheepish grin you head to his bedroom and change. You try not to dwell on how constant Roman's scent now is, or how you're pretty sure he uses the same fabric softener as you. Instead, you call out his name, thoughtlessly throwing yourself into his bed.

He bites back a quip, and silently enters the bed to lay next to you. It's like there's no air in the room as you lay your head on his stomach, your arms carefully wrapping around his waist. Gently, he strokes your hair, other hand swung over you, keeping you as close as you can be.

Roman's body stiffens at the first sniffles. Your tears roll down your cheeks, but you don't let out any sobs. He pulls you up, and tightly wraps his arms around you. Only when your head is buried in Roman's shoulders, you let out a strangled cry. You convulse in Roman's hold, shivering despite the warmth he's giving you.

"Hey, it's okay, I'm here," he whispers as he keeps his hold on you strong, lightly rocking from side to side. There's a lump in his throat as he listens to you gently weeping. You, out of all people, shouldn't ever have to feel this way.

As you quiet down, only letting out the occasional hiccup, Roman lightly pulls you to look at him. He cradles your face with his hands, shakily wiping your wet cheeks with his thumbs as he tries to think of anything to say.

"If you need a salary raise, let me know."

A hoarse laugh escapes your throat. You smile through your tears, and Roman smiles back. 

"I think I'd like that."

[writtenjewels]

"(Everything I Do) I Do it For You" by Bryan Adams

“Look, there's Salim!” Jason pointed, letting out a breath of relief. He reached for his radio. “Salim, come in man. You there?”

“I'm surrounded,” Salim whispered back. “Vampires... so many vampires.”

Jason felt his heart plummet into his stomach and grow cold. His brain went into a panic. He knew Salim could handle himself, but that was only against one vampire. Their explosions woke up who knew how many, and they were all pissed.

“Too risky,” Nick argued. “You go down there, you'll die with him.” That was true. If Jason went down there, he'd be putting his life on the line. Jason couldn't imagine a life where Salim was gone.

“Salim's one of us now,” he decided, “and marines don't leave their own behind. You hearin' me, Salim?”

“If I don't make it,” Salim replied, “tell my son I did everything I could.”

“Tell him yourself. I'm comin' to get you.”

Jason hopped down into the vault and charged forward. He would do whatever it took to get to Salim, to keep him safe.

– – –

Gunfire announced Jason's arrival. Salim's heart soared seeing the marine. He spared Jason a smile before turning and finishing off the vampire Jason had distracted.

“So you've come to join the fun?” he asked with a laugh. Jason flashed a smile back, switching out his rifle clip with a fresh one. He was so focused on that he didn't see the vampire rearing up behind him. “Jason!” Salim cried out. He reacted without thinking, hurling his stake like a javelin. Jason ducked out of the way, the stake making impact in the vampire's chest.

Salim rushed in and pulled the weapon out, smacking the vampire across the face to knock it to the ground. He stood over it and staked it again to make sure it was dead. Salim looked up to catch Jason's eye. The man was staring at him with his mouth hanging open.

“Did you seriously just throw that thing at me?” he demanded.

“I did,” Salim answered with a laugh. Jason grinned at him but quickly shook it off.

They ran to the exit side by side. Salim glanced Jason's way again. Some movement behind them caught his attention and he looked over his shoulder. Some ancient thing was watching them leave. It had a spear in its hand. Horror seized him a moment before the ancient one made his throw. Salim didn't even pay attention to where the creature was aiming. All he knew was that he had to protect Jason.

He grabbed the marine, pulling him out of the way. The two of them hit the ground and rolled. Salim heard a metallic thunk and stared where it landed. Right where Jason would have been standing. Salim's hands tightened around the marine for just a moment before the two were scrambling on their feet and running again.

– – –

They stood side by side, a knife in one hand and a flare in the other. This would be their last stand in the six minutes of darkness.

“It has been interesting knowing you,” Salim said.

“This? This is bullshit. I'm not here to honor the dead. Truth is, my life was goin' nowhere fast. I jumped at the chance to sign up.” … “When those towers were hit, I was stoned outta my fuckin' skull. I didn't even hear about it 'til a week later. How's that for profound?”

“Zain is all I have left in this world. After my wife left us, I gave him my all.” … “My boy has made me very proud. If only he would stop stealing.”

“If we both want to live, we must fight as one: the sword and the shield.”

“Whatever happens down there, I got your back.”

“Let's light these fuckers up!” Jason said. Their eyes met and they shared a quick smile. It was a dire moment, but they would both choose to stand here together than anywhere else alone.

– – –

Sunlight was glowing through the holes in the shepherd's hut. Screams from the dying vampires finally stopped. The five of them exchanged tired smiles. Finally it was over. Salim gave most of them a passing glance, lingering the longest on Jason. The marine met his stare. Salim wished he could express how much this man meant to him the past few hours. Especially that moment when Jason charged in to save him.

The rhythmic thumping of helicopter blades cut through the silence. Jason abruptly rose to his feet. He gave a little jerk with his head before walking into another room. Salim waited a few beats before following.

“I fuckin' forgot Eric called in air support before the mission,” Jason blurted out.

“It was a smart decision,” Salim reasoned.

“I thought so at the time, but now...” Jason's brow creased, his eyes tense with worry. “I'm sorry, Salim.”

“If you're apologizing for saving me, I don't know how to feel about it,” Salim said, trying for a light tone. Jason pressed his lips together in a stern line.

“I can try to distract 'em,” Jason offered. “Give you time to escape.”

“No. This time, I'll charge into danger for you, Jason.”

Jason opened his mouth, closing it again with a dazed expression. They stood there in silence, gazes locked, until Jason broke it. Salim followed after him where the other Americans were already gathering outside. Military men wearing gas masks exited the helicopter. They were guiding the survivors inside. Salim instantly held his hands up in a sign of surrender.

“Easy, fellas,” Jason warned before any of them could point their guns at Salim. “He's with me. I see any of you point your guns at him, your ass is mine.”

They saluted in answer. Jason stuck close to Salim's side just in case, sitting next to him inside the copter. He caught Salim's eye again and nodded to him. Salim gave him a little smile in return. If Jason could face vampires, Salim could face the US military.

He didn't even feel afraid. He knew the consequences of his choice, but he would make it all the same.

– – –

Jason squirmed restlessly in his chair. He was getting tired of going over the story. No matter how many times he said it, the situation wasn't going to get any less fucked.

“Fuck!” he burst out. “How many times do I have to keep tellin' you the same damn story?!”

“I understand,” the person in the hazmat suit responded. “However, CENTCOM needs to iron out any... irregularities.”

“Such as?” Jason fumed. “The whole fuckin' thing was irregular!”

“Such as why you allied with an enemy combatant?”

Jason knew they were going to bring that up eventually. Rage boiled just under the surface. Why didn't they just slap him with the label of “betrayer to your country” and get it over with? He was about ready to jump out of the chair and deck the guy, just to make it official.

“You weren't fuckin' there! Those things were rippin' us to shreds! I don't give a damn who it was, we needed all the help we could get!” He let out a frustrated breath, but he wasn't done yet. Not even close. He wanted these people to understand exactly where he stood. “I stepped back into that hell to save Salim,” Jason declared. “That man is worth five of you people! Semper-fuckin-'fi!”

Silence hung in the air after his rant. They would understand what he was saying. Always loyal to Salim. Not to you, not to the goddamn military. So go fuck yourself.

[citruswriter]

Can we have a part 2 about that Angel dust fic with a younger sibling reader ?😭 I just lived it soon much. Maybe angel helping his lil sister out cause she got a beating by val

Uno Reverse

Listen with me! ↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

Warnings: Soul contracts, abuse, dark themes, comfort, she/her pronouns, angst if you squint.

Part One

It was all too much. The pain in your body coursed throughout your veins as you laid on your bedroom floor sobbing. You hadn't done a shoot perfectly. Or so Valentino said. Your punishment? To be kicked until you were coughing up blood.

You stayed curled up on the floor, crying and shaking, too afraid to move. But the ringing of your phone brought you back to reality. Stretching out a hand, you grabbed it to see your brother calling. "Hey Ant." You croaked out as you answered. "(Y/N)? Hey you good? What happened?" Your brothers worried voice came through the phone. "Val..." Was all you said and he immediately understood.

"Fuck. Ok. Stay there. Me and Vaggie gonna come and pick ya up". He said before hanging up. You decided now would be a good time to pull your pathetic bones from off the floor and into some fresh clothes. It wasn't long before yelling was heard. Vaggie bust through the door, spear in hand. "You ready?" She asked and you just nodded. She seemed to notice how in pain you were, opting to scoop you up in her surprisingly strong grip.

Outside Angel and Valentino were fighting. "I'm taking my little sister! She's off her fuckin shift. And if you hurt her just because I decided to take her out, so help me Valentino I will rip your wings off your back!" Valentino looked like he wanted to say something, but it took a single harsh glare from the spear wielding angel was enough to shut him up. "Fine. But she better be back here by tomorrow afternoon". He spat back.

The escape was quick and soon the three of you had made it back to the hotel. "That was oddly fun". You said with a pained laugh. Angel looked down at you with surprise before laughing himself. "Yeah I forgot how fun it was to fuck with Val." He said with a smile that made you warm inside.

"Well shit. Now that you're here. How about you join us for game night? Charlie wants to do Uno". Vaggie said and you looked up at her with a mischievous grin. "Well then count your lucky stars because I'm a master at uno!"

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

"HA! Take that, Anthony! I win again!" You shouted, bolting up from your seat to do a little victory dance. Angel Dust groaned and threw his cards down. "No fair! You cheated!" He said and you stuck your tongue . "Nu-uh! You're just mad that I won!"

Angel smirked at you and shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever ya say, sugar". You giggled but was interrupted by a yawn. "I think someone's tired". Angel said and you nodded. "Long day. Still getting used to the industry n all that". You said with a slow blink.

Angel helped you up to your room he sat at your vanity, gossiping as you changed. "And then Husk said that Nifty cried because she couldn't find her favorite cleaning spray". You chuckled and sat on your bed. "Hey Ant?" You said softly and Anthony looked over at you. "What do you think heaven is like?"

Anthony smiled softly and went to sit beside you. "No idea. But tell you what, when I get redeemed, I'll send you a postcard, yeah?" He said gently and you smiled sadly.

The two of you spent the rest of the night quietly talking on your bed before eventually passing out. Life wasn't what you wanted it to be. But your glad it could be so much more for your brother.

Super short and shitty, ik. But I still think it's cute. So enjoy. :D

[skullsnbruises]

Fake fic titles INCOMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Drown me ink

You can't change what's been carved in your soul

Pull my frown upside down

Cursed are the one's that twist the tale

Reflections

A bunch of amazing titles but I picked the one that gave me the most angsty feels LOL

[Ao3 Link]

Taglist: @poprockpanda @brick-a-doodle-do @local-squishmallow @dingbatnix @data-expunged-0 @da3dm

You Can’t Change What’s Been Carved in Your Soul

[752 words] [angst, self hatred]

Wilbur is a giant.

Overprotective and loud and overbearing.

He knew he hurt Tommy that way, being too much at all times. And yet he could never part from the little human, too close to him now to separate their bond. They were like brothers, it would kill Wilbur to leave like that.

But his claws were too sharp and he was afraid to hold Tommy. And his voice boomed and he was too afraid to talk to Tommy. And his steps echoed infinitely and he was too afraid to walk to Tommy.

It was all too much to bear.

He wanted to tear his soul out of this giant body, it’s dumb and fumbly steps, it’s piercing high voice, it’s sharp claws, and especially it’s urge to swallow Tommy whole.

It was only once Wilbur had brought up the instinct to Tommy, and the human curled up in disgust. The thought of being covered in saliva and in such a cacophony of sound inside someone’s organ was gross to him, where it was intimate love to Wilbur. It broke him.

He couldn’t take away that he was a giant, no matter how soft and human he acted. He’d always be the monster he was born as.

Wilbur hated himself. So much.

“Wil,” the human nagged at him.

“What child?”

“Oi!” Tommy huffed, “…You’re actin’ all weird. It’s not like you to be so quiet. What’s up?”

Wilbur had been found out, “Oh, nothing.”

“It’s not fucking nothing. You’re miserable, Wilbur.”

He bit his nails which had been torn down to the skin, “I don’t know what you’re fucking talking about.”

“Wilbur!” Tommy shouted now, “Tell me. Now.”

He hesitated, “I… I feel awful,” he regret saying it immediately, seeing Tommy’s expression turn to a frown.

The human stepped forward to him, and placed a hand on Wilbur’s arm, rubbing comfortingly, “Tell me about it, Wil.”

It made his mind shut down, suddenly he was sobbing loudly, and probably hurting Tommy’s ears again, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“Woah- it’s okay big man! It’s okay, what’s wrong?”

“I hurt you, it’s all I do-“

“Hold the fuck on,” Tommy stopped him, “That’s what you’ve been fuckin’ doing. Fuck, Wilbur you’re not hurting me! You’ve never hurt me. If it’s about the damn volume it’s fine, man, I just poke fun at you cause we’re like that.”

“B-but,” Wilbur sniffed, “You cringed at the… when I-“ he couldn’t get out the words. He wanted to explain how deeply close he wanted Tommy to be, literally and metaphorically. He wanted to hold Tommy inside him, cuddling him in the most extreme way possible. That’s how much he loved his brother.

“Woah-“ Tommy was in Wilbur’s hands. Oh fuck. Wilbur couldn’t help himself. He looked delicious, and so upset all because of him.

His instincts cried, ringing louder than they had ever in Wilbur’s ears, piercing and bloody.

Surely this could explain without words, they cooed.

So, without letting himself think too hard, he shoveled Tommy into his mouth, tears streaming.

The human panicked, struggling against a tongue that was intrusively licking stripes along his body now. Teeth clicked firmly behind him, and his vision went dark.

Tommy briefly recalled a previous conversation and felt weak as he squeaked out, “Am I safe?”

A positive hum responded to him, vibrating against his body weirdly. Tommy laughed under his breath at the sensation and felt a wave of relief wash over him.

“Okay. I still say this is kinda gross. But whatever.”

The appendage squished Tommy between a wet hug, pressing rough into his body. He sighed and let into the embrace, wrapping his arms back around the tongue. A deep humming- no, purring, now filled the slobbery room.

Tommy let his body glide down, meeting the back of Wilbur’s throat. It looked like a tight squeeze, but Tommy thankfully wasn’t claustrophobic.

A few swallows and the embrace of the esophagus drug Tommy’s body down. He could feel Wilbur’s hand slowly tracing over the small bump that was the human.

Eventually the squish was over and Tommy slipped into an open area. The storage was roomy enough, at least for one person, and Tommy felt fairly comfortable. It was very warm, and the air might be a bit sticky, but Wilbur’s purring wouldn’t cease, so the human could cope.

If Wilbur was happy, so was Tommy.

And Wilbur never felt happier.

Maybe he couldn’t change himself, but he could learn to love the way he was.

[stvharrngton]

Congrats on 1k, darling! I'd like to be apart of the celebration 🍾

My request is sub!Steve + edging and spit pretty please 🖤

thank you my dear! and thank you so much for requesting this one 🥺 i had a lot of… fun writing it and definitely got a little carried away oops hehe hope you enjoy 💜

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, sub!steve, edging, spit play/kink, heavy on pet names, minor thigh riding

taglist: @sweetiestevie @dukesmebby @sw34terw34ther @sweetbabygirlsworld

You rolled your hips in a dirty grind across Steve’s crotch, his cock stiff beneath his jeans. Your pretty little skirt hiked up your hips, the material bunched at your waist. The thin pink lace of your underwear catching over the denim so hotly.

The boy mewled beneath you, “Please,” he whimpered. His voice strained as his head rolled back in pleasure against the headboard.

“Please, what?” You asked, tone teasing.

Steve groaned, a rasp rumbling in his throat as you snapped your hips particularly hard over his bulge, “Baby,” Steve whined, “y’gonna have me cumming in my pants like a fuckin’ teenager.”

You giggled, a cheeky grin painting your features as the seam on his jeans caught your clit just right, “Oh,” you mewled against his skin, “I don’t want you to cum yet, Stevie.”

“Oh, fuck,” Steve moaned as your hips never stopped, your lips pressing sweet kisses along his neck. His hands flew to your hips, fingertips digging into the flesh there in an attempt to get you to slow down.

Safe to say, it didn’t work.

A devilish smirk tugged at your lips, one Steve felt against his skin. Your breath hot and heavy against him, a fiery tingle shooting up his spine and straight to his already throbbing cock.

“Mm,” you hummed, “poor Stevie, cock’s so hard in those tight little jeans, I can feel it right here,” you cooed in his ear as your fingers came to rub over your clothed pussy, “and it’s all f’me?”

“Fucking hell, yeah, shit—“ Steve cried, hips bucking up into your core, breath panting and lips wet as his tongue darted out to lick them, “all yours baby, ‘m so hard for you.”

A pretty little sound escaped you, a cruel breathy laugh that had Steve screwing his eyes shut, “Stevie,” you cooed, “will you be a good boy for me? Be a good boy and I’ll take your cock out, baby.”

Eyes positively rolling to the back of his head, brows pinching together, fingers curling into your skin, the boy groaned sweetly, “Yeah, yes, I’ll be good,” he huffed, “promise, I’ll be good. Please, baby, fuck, I can’t— Need you to touch me, please.”

Steve rambled on, pleading with you, begging you to give into him. You would give in to him, like you always did, pressing sweet kisses along his jaw as you unbuckled his belt and popped the button of his jeans.

Your boyfriend was wound so tight, already so fucked out and you hadn’t even touched him, barely put your lips on him. His hair wild from where you’d both been tugging at the soft locks, cheeks flushed a pretty pink and his eyes glazed over with desire.

So you shifted, moved so you could tug his jeans and boxers down his legs until they sat around his ankles. Steve’s cock sprang to his stomach, thick and heavy as the pink tip leaked beads of pre-cum over the shaft. He hissed as the cool air of the room ghosted over him, cock twinging at the sensation.

Tugging your panties to the side, you sat your bare pussy down on Steve’s meaty thigh, for no other reason than to rile him up even more. It was cruel, but you knew it drove him crazy. Feeling your wet slick smear over his skin, your cunt sitting pretty on him.

You moved your hips absentmindedly over his thigh as you cradled his face in your small hands. Smattering sweet butterfly kisses over his face, one to the point of his nose before finally brushing them against his own lips. Steve sighed into the kiss, a pretty keen in the back of his throat.

You pulled your lips away, smirking as Steve chased your kisses. Bringing your thumb to his lips, you stroked over his bottom lip, whispering, “Open your mouth, Stevie.”

Steve blinked up at you with those big doe eyes as he parted his lips ever so slowly, long eyelashes fluttering. The boy unprepared for what followed.

And with that you leaned over him, fingers hooked under his chin as you let a trickle of saliva leave your lips and land directly in his mouth. Your wet tongue darting out to lick into him so hotly.

Steve didn’t think his cock could get any stiffer but your obscene gesture had his shaft twitching and his thighs clenching. His toes curling beneath his socks, his fingers squeezing your waist as you kissed each other. It was wet, messy and downright sloppy but fuck, was it hot.

Steve’s gaze was heavy on you as you pulled yourself away from him, eyes watching you carefully as your fingers ghosted over his aching cock. His hips fucking up into thin air.

“Fuck,” he whined, “baby, I can’t— please can you touch my cock?”

“Oh, Stevie,” you teased, “want me to touch your big cock, huh? Want me to make you cum, sweet boy?”

Steve groaned, voice strained as his head rolled back at your words. Pleasepleaseplease, he mumbled into the quiet of your bedroom.

His gaze snapped forward, though, when he felt you shift back on his thigh, wet slick dripping over his skin, as you spat on his cock. Letting your saliva dribble down his length, your fingers wrapping around him.

“Oh,” he moaned, “fuckfuckfuck, that’s so hot.”

“Mm,” you hummed, “cock’s so big Stevie, can barely fit in my little hand.”

Steve cried out below you as you finally squeezed at the base of his cock, hand jerking him to spread your spit all over him. The pace was slow and painful, a slight flick of your wrist serving only to tease the boy.

You could feel he was somewhat close, after all the goading and torment you’d put the boy through, you couldn’t exactly blame him. Forehead slick with sweat, brows pinched together as he tried his best not to succumb to the feeling in his stomach.

Hushing his cries you began to work his head, fingers circling the most sensitive part of his cock as you squeezed ever so slightly, “Oh, baby, please, fucking Christ—“

Steve fucked his cock up into your hand, desperately trying to chase his high, so you removed them, placing them on his firm chest, pushing him back against the headboard. “Ah, ah, Stevie,” you tsked, “thought you were gonna be good f’me?”

This is Hell, Steve thought. He was so needy, so desperate to cum and he wanted to be good for you, he did, but the push and pull of your hands felt too good, too hot. Your voice velvety smooth in his ear.

You picked up your ministrations again, hand wrapping around his thick cock as you picked up the pace. Fingers barely able to fit around him, working his cock just how he liked it. A fast jerk with a squeeze to his leaking tip.

“Baby,” Steve whimpered, “I can’t, shit, can’t hold it much longer. Need to cum.” His fingers gripping the fat of your hips so hard, his eyes glassy and lashes wet.

“Oh, you wanna cum?” You asked sweetly, voice cute and innocent.

“Yeahyeahyeah, so bad,” the moan was strangled, a warble from his throat as you pumped his cock quickly, “Please, angel, fuck.”

“Okay, sweet boy,” you cooed with a kiss to his lips, “go on, cum for me.”

And just like that Steve was gone. Fucked out and blissful as his orgasm crashed over him, his hips bucking up into your hand as he pained his shirt with his own release. His skin white hot and vision starry eyed as he called out your name like a song.

His hands on you in a bruising grip as his back arched into you. You swallowed his whines and whimpers in your kiss, his thighs and stomach tensing. You pressed kisses all over his flushed face, hand stroking through his hair as he rode out his high.

You gave him a minute or two, your nose brushing along the edge of his jaw as you spoke, “Y’okay, Stevie?”

“Never better.” He chuckled heartily.

[star-quill]

been thinking abt bartender!peter again.......

he works at a trashy bar, just on the edge of town. he lives in a pretty much, almost rundown trailer park. he smokes weed, he drinks beer and whiskey. he does work out occasionally, still trying to keep himself fit and active.

your parents live in the trailer park too, across from him. you visit occasionally, usually over the summer. there's a nice lake behind the park and you spend most of the time down there, swimming or laying on the grass beside it, getting a tan. but you're really there to see peter. you drunkenly made out with him last summer, on your last night. it plagued your mind the whole time you were back at your flat in the city. he was rough, smelt of whiskey and weed, and you were hooked. so you made plans to go over and see him as many times as you could this summer.

and he fucked you so good, hand wrapped around your throat or fisted in your hair, whatever it was, he had you whining and grasping at his sheets while he plowed into you from behind. he called you baby, honey, sweetheart. you called him peter until you cried out and called him daddy. then he was gone, he went rougher, fucked you until you cried, until tears were forming at your eyes.

you were so pretty for him, acted so innocent, even the morning after you slept with him. you would go and see him at the bar he worked at, sitting on a bar stool watching him work. then he'd sneak you to the bathroom and bend you over the sink, hands on your waist as he rammed into you. your hands were fumbling on the edge of the counter, trying to keep yourself standing up. and your parents never suspected a thing.

"pretty girls like you shouldn't be gettin' involved with guys like me.. but you fuckin' love it, don't ya?"

"mmhm.. you fuck me so good.."

but then one night you're at his place, curled up on the couch, leaning into his side while he flicks through the tv channels. you mention that it's your last night here tomorrow and he just smiles, asks if you want a recreation of last year. you just smile and laugh, then lean up to kiss his cheek and you swear you saw him blush, just a little. he turns to you and cups your face, pulling you in for a proper kiss, and it's so nice. he's so gentle, soft, loving. and all of a sudden you're crying. he pulls away and holds your face, trying to wipe away your tears.

"honey, what's wrong? are you ok?"

"i don't wanna go.. don't wanna leave you.."

"then stay.."

"i can't.. you know i can't.."

he just lifts you onto his lap and pulls you in, letting you sob into his neck. he rubs your back while you cry and then you have an idea, you sit up and grin at him, wiping your tears away.

"come live with me.. out in the city.."

"babe.. i got a life here, i got my job.."

"there's plenty of bars in the city, pete.."

he sits back, takes your hands in his and smiles.

"i.. i don't know.. what would your parents even think?"

"i don't care.. let's just do this.. think of all the fun we can have.. together.."

"like what?"

you get up off him, pull on his hands and drag him up off the couch too. you leave him standing for a moment, turning to walk towards his record player and putting an old vinyl on, placing the needle down and turning it on. then you turn back to him, grinning as you take his hands, swaying them to the music.

"we can make out.. cook dinner together.. sit on the balcony and watch the city go by.. we can.. dance like this at 3am when we both can't sleep.. get greasy takeout food after a late night of you working at a bar downtown and sit and watch trashy reality shows.. we can be in love, pete.. i want everything with you.."

"y-yeah?"

you notice he's starting to tear up, imagining all the aforementioned things with you and he's grinning like an absolute idiot.

"yeah.."

"i.. i want that too.."

"so..?"

"alright.."

he pulls you in and kisses you softly.

"let's do this.."

[shelby-fangirl00]

1919-Part Five

This chapter takes place during John and Esme's wedding which was really fun to insert Jasmine into! I used a bit of dialogue from the actual episode (Season 1, Episode 4). Hope you enjoy and let me know if you liked it!

         ‘I’m not bloody marryin’ some fuckin mushroom picker!'  John cried out, grabbing the collar of Tommy’s shirt. He was nearly in tears. I was standing about 10 feet behind Tommy and his men, with my arms folded defensively, still in eye sight of John and Tom. 

Tommy had betrothed John to one of the Lee daughters in an attempt to bring peace between the the Shelby’s and the Lee’s. The feud all began when some of the Lee boys ran their mouth off about the boy’s mum. They ended up cutting them up, which led to more fighting. 

Tommy had done this behind John’s back. He was fuming with rage and worry.  

One of the Lee girls had gone a bit wild and needed a husband, apparently. Her name was Esme. None of us had met her yet. 

John needed a wife as well. He had 4 wild children runnin amuck around the house. He couldn’t be a Peaky Blinder and take care of 4 children at the same time. I felt guilty keeping something this huge secret from John, but Tommy insisted that he be the one to tell him and at the right time, which was apparently a few minutes before the scheduled ceremony. 

‘Listen…I’ve already betrothed ya. So, if you back out now, theres gonna be one fucking mighty war breaking out’ere, that’s gonna make the sun look like a fucking tea party.’ Tommy stated, while holding John’s face in his hands. 

‘But if you marry her, our family and the Lee family will be united forever. And this war will be over. Now its up to you John, war or peace?’ 

John was my closest friend and I felt so guilty it made me sick. I knew this was just a formality and it was ultimately the only solution to the fighting. I hoped John would find happiness in his new marriage. 

I walked off, not wanting to listen in anymore. I couldn’t bare to see John so upset. 

I walked over to Pol and Ada who were standing in attendance at the wedding, waiting for the bride and groom to arrive. 

‘Right, how’d he take it, then?’ Pol asked me. 

‘Oh Christ, nearly in tears, he is. He’s fucking furious, I can’t say I blame em.’

‘Well, maybe after he sees the sight of her, his tone will change. I heard she’s quite the beauty.’ Ada added, looking around quizzically at the rest of the people in attendance. 

‘I hope so, I can’t stand to see the boy like this.’ 

Just as I said this, Tommy came up to stand beside me with John. 

I looked up at him, but he didn’t acknowledge me, neither did John. 

‘Right, here she comes’ Tom said to John and he snatched the toothpick out of his mouth to toss into the dirt. 

We couldn’t get a look at Esme’s face just yet.

‘She betta be younger than 50.’ John spat out to Tom as he walked up to the alter, leaving Tommy behind with me, Pol and Ada. 

‘You look lovely today, Jas.’ Tommy whispered in my direction, not taking his eyes off of John and his soon-to-be wife. 

‘Well thank ya Mr. Shelby. Do you like my dress?’ I whispered back to him cutely. 

‘I like it very much on you, yeh? He said, finally turning to look me up and down. 

I swallowed hard and my eyes fell to his mouth. How I longed for him to kiss me like he did nearly two weeks ago in the kitchen. We’d barely talked since then. Mostly just exchanged glances. We didn’t need to use words though. I could tell what he was thinking just by the way he looked at me, just by his eyes. It seemed like he could do the same with me.  

Eventually, John turned slighty to face us at the altar and gave us all a smirk as to say he was satified with Esme. We all exchanged silent smile to each other, laughing at John’s sudden change in mood. 

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‘So good to see you and John so happy together, love! Save another dance for me later, yeh?! I shouted at Esme, who I was dancing with for nearly an hour. 

I loved Esme, she was a beauty; a real beauty. She reminded me of myself when I lived with family. She lived on the countryside in caravans and bareback on horses. I could see and feel her free spirirt, her fearlessness towards the type of men we’ve been surrounded by our whole lives. She seemed like the type of girl I could have been, maybe. How I envied her. But now, she’d leave all of that behind just as I did. So, I also pitied her. 

I was a little drunk. But the reception party was going on late into the night. Everyone dancing, singing and drinking around a large fire, under the moonlight. All of the Shelby’s were here together, partying with the Lees, which is a sight I didn’t think I’d ever see. A loud wave of music floating through the air. I didn’t want to stop dancing. This felt like my teenage years, partying about through the night with my cousins, aunts and uncles, barefoot in the mud. The bottom of my dress was wet with rain and dirt. 

My mother never got tired of dancing with me. She could dance and drink all night long, just to avoid the inevitable daylight. 

I was dancing around in circles to the fast pace music being played out by the band. I twisted and turned about the crowd of people, linking arms with Arthur and twirling around. He picked me up just enough so my legs and dress swung around in the air. Just as he plopped me down, I spotted Tommy, sitting with a cigarette and whiskey in hand, at one of the round tables, watching me, not looking away when I caught him staring. He was smiling. How I loved that smile and those sweet dimples plastered on his freckled face. 

Without thinking, I skipped over to him, my red, flowy dress and my long blonde hair tossing around in the wind. I grabbed the whiskey from his hands and downed it, slamming the glass down on the table beside him. 

‘I order you to dance with me right now Shelby boy!’ I shouted over the band, while grabbing his hand and pulling him to his feet. He rolled his eyes and studied me for a few seconds, looking over my body. 

‘Pleeeeease’ I said, batting my eyes as a weak attempt to get him to dance. 

With that, he slowly got up and I let a wide smile stretch across my face. 

He allowed me to drag him to the middle of the dance floor. People were moving in a circle and we molded into the crowd, linking our arms together and swinging each other around in cirlces, going around and around. I couldn’t help but laugh as Tommy was too. 

I could see it in him in that moment, he was enjoying himself. His mind didn’t look occupied for once by memories of the war. He was living in the moment, dancing with me in the night. He danced and danced and danced around with Esme and John by our side. It was a sight to fuckin see. 

I watched the light return to Tommy’s face. The words don’t exist yet for me to describe the sight of it. He was so beautiful to me. I saw him for everything he was and will never be again, and I was thankful I got to catch glimpses of the person I new before the war. 

After what seemed like an eternity of laughter and dancing, Tommy grabbed my hand and practically yanked me out of the crowd. 

‘I need a drink yeh?’ Tommy laughed out as he pulled me away from the bonfire. 

                                                      ---

‘So, what did you think of Esme?’ Tommy asked me as we sat up on a hill far away from the party, but still in Tommy’s sight, watching over everyone. 

Tom was sitting on the grass, legs stretched out in front of him. I was lying my head in his lap, looking up at him. He was running his fingers slowly through my hair, admiring me. 

‘I think she is lovely, Tom! I really do.’ I said happily. I really meant it to. 

‘Is that so?’ he asked, raising an eyebrow. 

‘Yes, it is. She is a very free spirit, Tom. it will be hard to cage a bird like that. She reminds me of me self…before. Ya know, before everyone died.’ 

We were both quiet for a moment. 

‘Sometimes, I wonder what kind of person I would have become, travelling and losing me self out there, in the countryside. Esme is the very essence of what I wish I could’ve been. I feel sorry she must leave all of this behind.’ 

‘Do you really feel that way about yourself, Jasmine?’ He asked me, his voice becoming more serious. 

I looked back up at him for a moment. 

‘Jas, no matter where you live or who you are with, you will always be that wild-hearted girl, yeh? I know who you are, I don’t need to wonder. Just like you know me, eh? Your gypsy blood will run through your veins forever, love.’ 

He said all of this very sternly, pointing his finger in my face and raising his eyebrows to show me that he was serious. He did this often to people. 

My heart quickened paces after he said this. I couldn’t help but to shed a single tear, falling down my cheek, into his lap. I reached up and caressed his soft face with my small hand. It was like his eyes were putting spells on me…I had my suspisions on that one. 

I couldn’t do anything but smile at him. 

‘What is it, love?’ He asked me with heavy eyes.

‘I loved the way you enjoyed yourself tonight, Thomas. You smiled and danced and laughed with me. With your family. Your mind was present, Tom. I’m happy you came back to us. Even if its just for a night.’

He just stared deep into my eyes. I know what he wanted to say, but was too scared to. He didn’t want to talk about what he had to do in France, and that was ok with me. I just wanted to be there with him. I wanted to be his escape. 

[dizzyjelly]

My Perfect Girl

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: your friends leave you feeling more insecure than you already were, but Ellie comforts you and yells at your dickhead friends

Cw: body insecurity, mentions of feeling/being fat+ugly, troubles eating

You struggled to breathe as you lied in bed curled into a ball, crying your eyes out. Your crying fit had been a result of a rather hurtful conversation with your "friends." Your body faced the wall as tour hands came to cover your face, your palms wetting with tears. Time passed, you didn't know how much, but you'd heard a voice behind you and the bedroom door creaking open.

"Baby? What's going on, what happened?" Ellies voice was laced with concern and worry as she rushed to your side, rubbing your back.

You sniffled as you turned to face her, tears still streaming down your face as you picked up your phone and opened up your grouochat then handing it to her. Your breaths were ragged and quick as you watched her read, hee brows furrowed in worry quickly arched with anger as she did.

Y/n: guys I feel like I look bad today *image attached*

Ryan: wdym

Rosa: yeah u look the same lol

Y/n: idk like I feel ugly and like fat :(

Ryan: I don't see any difference 💀

Rosa: ong you look like u always do

Ryan: yeah ur just being dramatic lmao

Rosa: she probably just wants attention to be really honest

Ryan: omg you're right tho, fishing for compliments haha

Y/n: guys stop I'm not kidding.

Ryan: come on yk were right

Rosa: yeah just calm down bro

Y/n: whatever I'm done talking to you guys.

"What the fuck." Ellie muttered under her breath.

"Ellie, I look terrible and they're just making fun of me." Your bottom lip quivered.

"Baby, you don't. I promise they're just being assholes for no reason." She tried to reassure you, rubbing at your arm up and down.

You turned away from her, facing the wall again as you cried harder. You couldn't believe a word she said, you just felt insecure. It wasn't the first day you've felt like this, but it never got easier. It was days like these where you couldn't even bring yourself to look in the mirror, shower, or take care of yourself in general.

She let out a deep sigh, bringing a hand to rub your back gently, occasionally combing through your hair with her fingers. She looked at your phone again, then stood to leave the room.

"I'm gonna talk to them." She stated before exiting and calling the group.

Your friends picked up and were confused, seeing Ellies face instead of your own. It's not like they didn't recognize your girlfriend, but they wondered why she was the one calling them.

"Oh hey Ellie." Ryan greeted with a smile.

"Hi. So what the fuck is wrong with you guys?"

Rosa laughed a bit, her brows furrowing.

"What are you talking about?" She asked.

"Whyd you guys say that shit to Y/n? Seriously what kind of fucking friends are you?" She asked in return, as if it was obvious.

"Oh come on, she knows we were kidding!" Ryan argued.

"Yeah, she's probably being dramatic anyways." Rosa chimed in.

"I bet you're only asking because she told you to." Ryan spoke smugly.

"Um, no actually I'm asking because clearly she's upset and you guys are just being assholes. And if she knows you were joking why'd I come home to her crying, hm? Terrible fucking jokes by the way." Ellie argued, feeling angrier at your friends poor reactions.

"She was crying? Oh shit, sorry." Suddenly Ryan seemed to feel bad.

"Yeah you fuckin should be, she's probably gonna be worked uo for days now. Great fucking job you two." And with that Ellie hung up, as she couldn't bear to speak to them any longer.

She shut off your phone and set it at the bedside table, sitting down and glancing over at you as you let out a heavy sigh. You silently cursed as your stomach grumbled.

"Babe, you hungry?" Ellie asked, leaning down to rest her chin on your shoulder.

"No." You lied, shaking your head.

"Ok, well have you eaten today?" She asked, already sure she knew the answer.

"No." You were quiet now, feeling ashamed at your inability to care for yourself, how you know you should be.

"Alright well come on then, let's put something in that belly of yours." She tried to turn you around, take you to the kitchen.

But you wouldn't budge, tears falling from your eyes once again as you shook your head furiously.

"No! I-I'm already fat enough I don't need to eat anymore!" You protested, believing everything you said.

"What? Stop it, that's nonsense and you know it. Come on, just come have something. Please." She frowned as she held your hands in her own, it hurt her to see you so upset.

"I can't." You choked out and she pulled you into a hug.

You immediately leaned into her relaxing touch, wrapping your arms around her back as you nuzzled your head into her shoulder.

"Baby, you can. I know you can, you're stronger than you think. And your body is perfect" She pulled away, holding your face in her hands as she peppered kisses over your face, "I love every part of it, and you. You're amazing and your brain is just lying to you." She reminded you.

"Love you too." You responded, sniffling and leaning your forehead against her own.

You finally followed her to the kitchen, still hesitant but you'd get past that. You sat at the table and watched as she made pasta for the two of you, mainly because she knew it was your comfort food. A smile made its way to your face as she brought over two bowls, giving on to you. Ellie smiled ten times as big as you did, rubbing her thumb over your cheek fondly. It made her happier than anything to see you smiling after you'd had such a tough time that day.

Once you finished eating, Ellie insisted on doing the dishes. You felt bad for not helping out, but she reassured you that she was more than happy to do it herself. She told you to go sit down and pick a movie, and of course you did.

You'd selected something happier, usually you two watched horror together but tonight you just didn't feel like it. You sat with your knees pulled to your chest, a fuzzy blanket engulfing you as you waited for your girlfriend. She was sitting beside you in no time, pulling you into her side. You hummed contently, leaning into her touch with a smile as you leaned your head on her shoulder.

About halfway through the movie, Ellie placed a kiss to your forehead then placed a hand on your chin to make you look at her.

"Is my girl finally feeling better?" She asked.

"Mostly, thank you for helping me." You smiled before leaning in to give her a kiss.

"Of course Baby. You tired yet?" She asked, looking at her watch and noting that it was getting late.

You just nodded before placing your head back on her shoulder and closing your eyes. She chuckled a bit at you, rubbing your side lovingly then letting her head fall against your own as she waited until you fell asleep before carrying you into your shared bedroom. She laid you down then climbed in next to you, pulling you in. You let out a small groan as you hiked your leg over her own, wrapping your arm around her stomach.

A/n: sorry ik it's kinda short! Hope u still liked tho :)))

[skinnywalker]

Well I guess I'll do it myself (Natasha Romanoff x Male Reader x Wanda Maximoff Smut)

[Natasha and Wanda are best friends and the male reader is Wanda's boyfriend. In private Wanda always tells Natasha that she hates sex with the male reader because he always goes so slow and it always lasts forever and that because he always goes slow she's never squirted with him but she just wants it fast. So one day nat walks past their room and the door is cracked open and he sees Wanda on her back and the reader very slowly fuckin her so nat decides to help out. She gets naked and gets on the bed beside them and the reader stops and asks what she's doing and she says "do you finally wanna please your girlfriend?" And he says yeah and tells her to help and then she says "I still can't believe you've never made her squirt" and he says what's that and they both laugh and say you'll see. so she goes behind them and grabs the male Reader's hips and lifts his hips pulling him out of wanda then he slams him down back into wanda so that he's fucking her hard and rough. And he keeps doing that, Natasha starts making fun of the reader because he doesn't even know how to fuck his girlfriend calling him an idiot and stuff and degrading him and wanda starts degrading him and making fun of him 2 all while nat is slamming his hips into Wanda making him fuck her and then suddenly wanda moans loudly and squirts as it sprays everywhere nat doesn't stop pounding the reader into her and then she stops and tells the male reader to lay on his back and then nat gets on him and rides him for a while and then Wanda for a while and when he has to cum Wanda gets on her knees infront of him and he slowly (very slowly) jerks off so nat smacks his ass and he lets go off his dick and she jerks him off fast and he cums all over Wanda's face. Can you make both the girls squirters and they squirt multiple times and can you make them make fun of him the whole time (as mean as your comfortable with getting please) both of them.]

It wasn't that Wanda didn't like her sex life, no it wasn't that. It just was that he was so gentle. She felt so cradled which sometimes was nice. Sometimes he just didn't do it for her.

"I think you should bring it up with him Wanda, I'm sure he'd want to know."

She sighs twirling her straw around.

"But that's the thing Nat, I don't know how to tell him."

"Well first tell me how a normal 'alone moment' goes between you two."

- flashback -

"Baby you look exhausted. Let me help you relax."

He kisses down her neck leaves sweet little marks barely visible to the naked eye.

His lips are ghosting lower and lower down her till he is kissing her stomach.

Then he goes lower.

He slips Wanda's sweats off and takes in the sight of her exposed legs.

"You look so delicious right now love."

She smiled biting into her lip.

He then marked up her thighs with soft, Feather-light kisses. One after another climbing up to her pelvis.

"Don't tease me baby just do it."

He obeyed.

He ran his tongue down to her lips and lapped over everything earning a mix of moans and cries from the red head.

His tongue than found her clit which he used to getting into a rhythm.

She gasped feeling the familiar knot grow in her stomach.

She was basically riding his face now has he hooked his hands on her hips.

She grabbed his hair in her fist scrunched and pulling it to her own pleasure.

Finally she couldn't hold it and anymore and pressed herself deeper against him.

She kept humping his face even as she came spilling down his neck and

Yes he was massive pleaser during their unwinding time and Wanda did like it expect one part.

"It takes almost an hour for him to even start Nas. I love him to death but he has some deathly free that he is going to hurt me if he is at all rough and it's making me going insane."

The other red head nodded. She'd met Wanda's boyfriend and she'd notice the obvious sheepishness he had during and type of romance. Very much in need of a push.

"I just wish he would take lead and get wild sometimes you know?"

"Have you talked with him?"

"No, I guess I really haven't. I'm just scared I won't get the right message across."

"Why don't you talk to him and tell me what he says. If it doesn't work I can always step in."

She smiles.

"Thanks Nat. I don't know what I'd do without you."

So she takes Natasha's advice and gets him in bed as fast as she can.

He starts feeling her up while slowly pull her free of her clothes.

Slowly.

Slowly.

She sighs, even with the talk they just had he is still too slow. Natsha was fully aware of the fact he wasn't going to change. So she had concocted a plan.

She slipped into their house from front door, gently setting down her pair of spare keys.

She can hear Wanda's moans echoing of the walls.

Needy and unfulfilled.

When she comes up to the door to peek in she can she Wanda pressed into the mattress while he almost painfully slowly fucks her.

"My my my. I look at what we have here."

He freezes turning to meet her eyes.

"I've been talking to your sweet Wanda and she told me something you've been doing that she is really not liking."

She grabs him by the throat and pins him down to the bed on his back.

"Stupid slut."

She pulls wanda to the other side of the bed now leaving him naked on his back.

"I'll teach you how it's done brat."

She clambs on top of him and sinks down with no warning.

He gasps feeling her pull him deep inside her.

"No wonder you're girlfriend wanted my help you're fucking pathetic."

She pins his arms up and begins her own pace. She's brutal and rough trusting him in and out while his dick basically drools inside her.

" I see why she never squirts." It's whispered up against his ear some how getting rough.

"You fuck like a scared teen boy. Sloppy and weak."

She laughs feeling him start to buck his hips into her rhythm.

"That's it whore work that little cock."

He pumps following her lead and begins to take charge. He frees his hands and grabs her thighs tight enough to surely bruise.

He desperately tries to hit her sweet spot bucking and grunting as he got more comfortable in his trusts.

"Come ah! Come on you little bitch! Ahhh! You can do better than that!"

Then he found it.

Natasha scream moaned as a wave of pleasure hit her. The tug of her climax nearly floored her and she gripped his shoulders in her hands to stay up.

"I'm g-getting close. You better make m-me squirt or I'll flip you over and use that micro dick m-OOOOH!"

She squeezed him down inside her as a flood of liquid spilled over his waist and stomach.

The two gasp for air frozen from their highs. Natsha finally turns and smiles.

"Come on wanda, it's your turn now."

She slips on him with Natasha against her back. His hands go straight to her love handles and helps her slip down.

"Down cmon bitch. Make her squirt."

He punps in deep fast strokes with much more knowledge than with Natasha.

He knew where she fell apart at and he aim to bruise.

She rode him hard while Natasha fingers her clit rubbing her sweetly.

"Harder!"

She slaps his thighs earning a whimper from him as he forces himself to speed up.

She slaps him again and again the whole time she can feel her own release building.

"Harder! More! You little bitch!"

He screams cumming into her as she breaks and squirts all over his cock.

But she doesn't stop pounding him into her.

She is going get what she wants tonight.

"Whats wrong baby? Can take another one? Poor little angel."

Natasha at coos him.

He babblings and cries and Wanda uses him to ride out her own pleasure.

"You're AH! Going be good to me now! You're going to be my slut!"

He moans breathy "yeses" and "pleases".

She can feel the edge coming on again.

She pulls herself off his dick and plops on his face.

"Finish me."

He obeys eating her pussy like it an animal until she grabs his hair and pushes him deeper.

He can't breathe nearly totally crushed.

"Ahhhhh!"

She squirts spilling out all over him and into his mouth.

"Well wan I think I fixed your little problem."

She smiles turning to Nat.

"I don't know, I think he needs a little more teaching."

[ultraviolet-psyche]

In Plain Sight – Kuzusouda Ficlet

Rating: T

Pairing: Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu/Kazuichi Souda

Characters: Fuyuhiko & Kazuichi

Warnings: None

Summary: Fuyuhiko has a chat with Kazuichi about a letter he'd received.

Word Count: 463

A/N: Came up with this silly little idea a few days ago and just had to turn it into a ficlet. Enjoy.

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“So… you wanted to meet me here?”

It's a warm spring day, but the secluded spot at the back of the school is filled with gigantic trees that provide ample shade – and privacy – for Kazuichi and Fuyuhiko. Perhaps a little too much shade, for Kazuichi pulls down his sleeves in an attempt to ward off the unexpected chill in the air.

“Yeah,” Fuyuhiko says. “I wanted to talk to you about your letter.”

Kazuichi’s eyes widen. He audibly gulps. “L-letter?”

“Yup.” Fuyuhiko takes a slip of paper out from his pocket and unfolds it, before presenting it to Kazuichi. “This one.”

Kazuichi stares, bug-eyed, at the letter in front of him. “I-I didn't write that! I can help you find out who did, but I swear on my steering wheel collection–”

“Kaz. It's clearly your handwriting. Nice try hidin’ it, though.”

“But–”

“And nobody else in our class would compare a crush to a fuckin’ car engine.”

“How do you know–”

“Don't think I didn't notice the way you've been starin’ at me, either. “Secret Admirer” my ass. Unless you've got an evil twin, there's only one person who could've possibly written this letter.”

“Ugh! Okay, fine, I admit it! I wrote it! I like you! Are you done makin’ fun of me!?”

Fuyuhiko furrows his brow. “I’m not making fun of you, Kaz. I just…” There’s a momentary pause. “I just wanted to let you know that I like you, too.”

For a moment, Kazuichi looks as though he's just seen a teddy bear come to life. Then he laughs – a short, dry, bitter laugh. “Oh, I get it, this is a stupid prank. You're gettin’ my hopes up just to smash my heart into a million pieces! Well, it's not gonna work on me!”

“Then what do I gotta do to prove it to you?”

“Well, you could kiss me.”

Fuyuhiko steps forward into Kazuichi’s personal space. His expression softens. “Gladly.” Without missing a beat, he closes the distance between them.

Kazuichi is frozen; it's clear that he hadn’t expected Fuyuhiko to actually kiss him, and so readily at that. Fuyuhiko closes his eyes and snakes an arm around Kazuichi’s waist, holding him close. Eventually, Kazuichi begins to kiss back.

He cries out in surprise when Fuyuhiko pulls away. He hadn’t expected the tender moment to be over so soon.

Fuyuhiko’s face is flushed, as though he'd just run a marathon, but, somehow, he still finds it in himself to smirk. “Was that enough for ya?”

“I-I mean, you wouldn't go ‘round kissin’ people for no reason,” Kazuichi concedes. He touches his lips, as though seeking confirmation that yes, he really has just been kissed by Fuyuhiko.

“Good.” Fuyuhiko turns and begins to walk away. “Mirai Café, after school. Be there.”

[sealhaus]

If nobody’s asked then I guess I should just speak:

My thoughts on kfp 4 so far as someone who’s been so invested in this franchise most of my life to the point where I took 2 autism assessments about it.

Mostly euphoric tbh, mostly because now the weight waiting for it held on my anxiety and heartburn ridden chest is gone. My socks were knocked off but i didn’t have to be hospitalized.

For most of my time in this fandom (or pandom if ur even more insufferable then usual) I’ve been under the assumption that dreamworks doesn’t really care about this franchise while at the same time knowing in my bones they’d make more. For most of that time I was pretty set on just having my own fun with it and that’s still my plan.

I’ve been so detached from the cannon for so long that I’ve entirely accepted that this movie could be garbage, I’ve already coped with that like 3 years ago. So I’ve had a relatively chill reaction.

So far it’s like exactly what I expected from the plot summary for better and for worse.

• I dislike Zhen so far but we’ll see what the writing has in store for her, she could be partially redeemed. Her design is overall lackluster and could really use something to make it more interesting. Her personality reminds me of the betta version of Kyoko before I had her loose her fuckin marbles. I don’t like her much but I also don’t seriously want to rip her apart with my teeth quite yet.

• I’ve never liked the five much, except for tigress, but it’s also kinda weird that they aren’t there. But the reasoning being that they basically ditched Po is hilarious to me. It’s a total copout but. Good for them honestly.

• I LOVE THE CHAMELEON!!!!! SHE LOOKS LIKE A BRONZE VASE AND YZMA HAD A TERRIBLE LITTLE CRACK BABY AND ITS WONDERFUL!!!! Getting ready to defend her with my life, heaven forbid women have hobbies.

• also my husband is coming home from rotting in Gongmen harbor so that’s fucking lovely. I went to bed and cried while hugging my Shen plushie because I’m absolutely deranged so that’s exactly the reaction I wanted.

• overall I don’t really care what happens to Po because I genuinely want to hit him with a car./hj But it seems a little early for this unless we’ve got a big time skip which it seems like is the case, but I still don’t think it’s enough of a timeskip.

• I hope the five get new outfits when they show up for 5 minutes. I just like clothes…

• I hope Shifu says sorry for accidentally ruining his son’s life. I don’t care too much about Tai Lung redemption, but I think he deserves an apology.

• save us Nico Marlet we miss you.

I was fully prepared for this to be a nightmare level shitshow but I don’t think it’s total garbage. At worse I’ll laugh at it with my friends, at best it’s a masterpiece either way I’ll be going into cardiac arrest

I don’t want to completely trash it because it hurts me a little for some reason and I don’t think it deserves it but I’m more then open to some playful mockery.

It did knock my socks off but I didn’t need to be hospitalized. Mostly feeling vindicated because my visions prophesied all of this actually.

[majoringinsarcasm]

Ya boy cried a lot today FUCKIN time to watch silly things

So I stayed for the entire stream. I’ve cried. So Much in the last few hours. And I am. Drained. I don’t have big words to say in a good way but. Rooster Teeth and its related productions have been in my life since a friend intruded them to me in 1013. I started with the Minecraft let’s plays and fell in love during extra life 2013. I turned to them during my lowest. I could open any video and feel better after a good laugh or just an hour of a podcast to distract me from whatever was happening in my life. I’m 26 now and am trying for independence that I have not had for many reasons. And I just. Am so grateful to every person who’s been there, the people who stayed until the final hour to the people who left. To the people who hated it after they left. Each and every person who has touched any production there. I can’t put into words. How happy. I’ve been because of the people who worked there. And I’m so fucking sad right now. But that’s okay. Because if they can last 21 years with a hope and a pipedram and bad equipment then I can do anything too. I just have to try. And I think that’s what I’ll take away from today. The things that I watched and loved and turned to for 11 years of my life all existed because people Tried. And I’ve cried for many hours and would like to watch something fun and silly. But I’m never going to forget anything about RT or the people who worked there and the things we as a community and audience learned. The happy and the sad the good and the bad the fails and the success. My life would be a million percent different had I never taken a chance on those videos and those big dummies who became individuals who inspired me and gave me comfort just by being themselves. To see change. To know that I can change too. To know that I can start at any time. To know I won’t be stuck.

I will miss them. Forever I think. And that’s okay too.