#if you know me then you KNOW how feral i am over his water bottle workout pic but now i've got the vid so i'm just....

[boysbeloving]

so....ya....

[bengals-ix]

Sun-Kissed

Ted’s pool party turned out to be a lot more fun than you thought it would be…👀

Warnings: Joe looking like a beach babe, emphasize the BABE; smut; fingering if you squint; that freaking chain; etc.

Also this is like probs my first official time writing smut so hopefully it doesn’t bore you or make you cringe, if it does, I am so sorry :*)

Also, thanks to @balanceingrace for the encouragement❤️

Part Two is Here!

You and Joe arrive at Ted’s house for the pool party he was having for Memorial Day weekend. A lot of Joe’s teammates and their girlfriends and wives were going to be there as well, so you talked Joe into going so he could be social for once.

You sit down in-between Joe Bachie’s girlfriend, Holly and Sam’s girlfriend, Jess on the edge of the pool along with a couple of the other girls.

“That hair driving Joe nuts yet?” Holly asks and you giggle.

“Not yet anyway. He does mess with it constantly but I honestly think he likes it. We’ll see how he feels about it in July and August when its borderline 100 degrees during practice” you give her a smug look and she laughs.

“What do you think about it?” Jess smirks.

“I like it. It’s different. We were together for almost a year when he grew it out super long the first time and I didn’t mind it then but I’m curious to see what he’d look like with it now. That man has aged like fine wine so I’m excited to see some flow” you bite your lip and the girls giggle.

“You talkin’ shit?” Joe asks from behind you, standing over you.

“About you? Of course” you smile back at him and he just shakes his head as he hands you a cold bottle of water.

When you looks back at your man, you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander.

Joe had come back from playing basketball with some of the guys, his button up shirt all the way unbuttoned, showing his tan, sweaty, toned chest and torso. His chest being your weakness. His hair that has gotten longer over the past couple months and you were becoming feral over this new style he was trying. His hair was more blonde than usual, all thanks to the sun. The dirty blonde becoming low lights while the blonde really shown through. His Cartier sunglasses sitting nicely on his nose and cheekbones along with his chain around his neck that glittered in the sun, the rays bring out the jewels perfectly. Good God, you thought, if he just bent me over right now-.

“Damn, when did you turn into a slut?” You dip down your sunglasses at him, trying to joke with him instead of pouncing on him like a freaking tiger.

“A long time ago. When I started dating you” he dips his sunglasses down, copying you and shooting you a wink, which just made you even more hot. He’s such a jerk.

“Jesus” you mutter under your breath. This was too much stimulation for you, and you was afraid that if you looked at him any longer that you would

1) do or say something that no one else around should experience in public or 2) melt; which you were already doing.

“Well you need to quit because all of your ‘girlies’ can’t handle all of this” you motions to the heavenly being that was him. You couldn’t even handle all of that.

“Oh this is just for you, pretty girl. No one else to impress but you” he looks smugly at you, that famous smirk making its way onto his perfect lips.

And…it was done. That did you in.

You turn back around, facing the pool. You look over at Holly who knew what you were thinking.

“I’ll cover for you, get ya some” she smirks and nods her head towards the house.

“Thank you” you whisper to her before climbing out of the pool and facing back towards Joe. He chuckles lowly and you place your hand on his lower back, turning him around and pushing him nonchalantly into the house.

“Something wrong?” Joe asks you sarcastically, knowing the effect he has on you. Knowing your weaknesses that easily make you all hot and bothered for him.

You push him down the hallway and into the guest room and shutting the door behind you, locking it without even looking, just watching your man stare at you with eyes that were once bright blue, now dark as the depths of the ocean. And you were about to go for a dive.

“You” you tell him plainly. You make your way toward him, your hands finding their way to his bare, broad chest and your eyes looking up at him through your lashes.

“You are what’s wrong…but so right” you whisper.

In seconds, his strong hands grab your cheeks and his lips are on yours. Hard, unyielding, but loving and passionate. He couldn’t get enough of you and that damn berry chapstick you wore all the time. Your lips have never tasted any different.

His hands slide into your hair, gripping onto your long locks, slightly tugging which makes you moan against his mouth, causing his lips to curve up into a small smile.

Joe wasn’t one for PDA, but you get him in a room by yourselves, he was on you in less than a minute. Believe it or not, the man was handsy. But you didn’t mind the feeling of his strong, veiny hands on you, touching you, holding you. It was ecstasy.

His hands grip your hips as yours slide up his chest, to his shoulders, around his neck and into his dirty blonde hair that was now longer, easier to pull. He moans against your lips, spinning you around and letting you fall against the mattress, him going to pull his shirt off but you stop him.

“No. You better leave that on or so help me god-“

“Okay then” he chuckles, “can I take my shorts off or do I have to leave those on too?”

“Off, smart ass” you roll your eyes as you reach for his shorts, unbuttoning them and shoving them down his legs.

“These too?” He asks smugly, snapping the band of his boxer briefs against this skin.

“Joseph, I swear to god-“

“Okay, I’m done” he laughs, leaning down to reattach his lips to yours.

He quickly rids himself of his underwear, also quickly pulling your shorts and your blue bikini bottoms down all in one go and throwing them on the floor. He reaches behind your neck, his fingers sending chills down your spine as he pulls one the strings to your top loose, causing the tie to come undone.

He kisses down your neck, latching onto the place under your ear that makes you weak. He’s careful to not leave a mark, knowing you’d have his ass for having to walk back out to his teammates and their girls with a bright purple and red mark on your neck.

He makes his way down the column of your neck, you becoming a moaning mess, wanting him to be inside you already. He eventually arrives to your chest where he grabs onto the cloth of your matching blue bikini top with his teeth and pulling it down to expose your “perfect” breasts; his words.

“I’m obsessed with you” he says lowly, looking up at you through those blonde lashes and instantly latches onto your right nipple.

“Mmm” you moan, holding onto the back of his head, your fingers tangling into his hair as he swirls his incredible tongue around the bud.

He knew the other one was getting jealous so he moved over to your left breast, giving it the same amount of attention as the right. Joe was neither a boob or a butt guy; he was both. If he had to choose between your boobs or your butt, he would surely die.

Joe pulls away from your chest and looks into your eyes. He takes his index and middle finger and brings it to his mouth, licking them and bring them down to your core. You gasp as they brush your clit, him slowly circling it just to get you more worked up than you already were.

He drags them down to your entrance, teasing you as he feels the mess you’ve already made of yourself.

“Just wanted to make sure you were ready for me” he smirks.

“Always ready for you” you whine as he pulls his fingers away and brings them back up to his mouth, sucking your juices off of them.

“I know” he smiles.

He spits into his hand and brings it down to his dick who was also always ready for you.

You reach down and wrap your hand around him, slowly pumping him.

“O-oh shit” he groans, dropping his head to your shoulder.

You pick up the pace, a bead of precum appearing on his tip, he was starting to become a moaning mess. You take your thumb and slide it over his tip and let go of him to bring your thumb to your mouth. Slipping it into your mouth, you swirl around it, tasting him to which he watches you intently.

“I need to feel you, now” he says, his voice low and raspy. He lines himself up with your entrance before slowly, almost painfully pushing himself in.

“God” you moan out, your breath hitching in your throat as he hit your cervix. You’ll never get used to him, it’s always a pleasant surprise.

“You feel insane, baby” he groans, his head dipping down to your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. Your hands still in his hair, obsessed with gripping onto and pulling on his now longer blonde curls.

He pulls out and pushes all the way back in again, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Joe starts to pick up the pace, the sound of skin smacking skin making the experience oh-so-much better and intense.

“Look at me” he breathes out, his face hovering over yours, that chain gently hitting your chin as he continues to thrust into you. Oh, that could make you come undone right then and there. God bless that freaking chain.

“You are so pretty, Jesus-“ he hisses, starting to fully pound into you, repeatedly hitting that soft spot inside of you, making your eyes roll back once again.

“Joe, I’m gonna-“ your eyes screwing shut as your hands go under the back of his shirt, gripping onto his muscular back.

“Let go, baby, let go” he grunts, his dick spasming against your walls as they clinch around him. He brings his lips back down to yours as you come undone, whimpering into his mouth as he continues to thrust into you, the oversensitivity starting to kick in.

With a couple more sporadic thrusts, moaning your name against your lips, he lets go, coating your walls.

He pulls out of you gently, both of you whimpering at the sensitive feeling. He lies down next to you, both of you trying to catch your breath.

“So the unbuttoned shirt is officially approved?” Joe asks, looking over at you and you giggle.

“10 stamps of approval” you smile at him and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“Cool” he smiles back at you before leaning over to you and pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

“We should probably go back out there before they start to get suspicious” Joe sits up and pulls his underwear and shorts up his long legs and sets your bikini bottoms and shorts on the bed next to you.

“Joe, they’re not stupid, they know damn well what we came in here to do” you scoff and he laughs.

“Well, I’m going to blame it on you if they ask” He helps you stand up.

“Go right ahead and see what happens, you jerk” you narrow your eyes at him as you tie your bikini top strings back.

“Go pee. You can threaten me later, pretty girl” he winks and gives your ass a healthy smack as you make your way to the bathroom.

“It’s not threatening, it’s promising, JB” you tell him, patting his chest.

“Also,” you stop in the doorway, “you should wear that all of the time”

You smirk at him as he smiles at you.

“Oh I will wear it everyday if I get the exact same reaction I did today” he nods.

“Good” you wink and shut the door behind you.

After getting yourself cleaned up and fixing your sex hair, you walk back outside to where Joe was already sitting with the guys, chatting away.

You walk over to Joe and sit yourself on his thick thighs, your favorite seat to sit on, other than his face. Joe presses a kiss to the back of your shoulder, once again, sending a chill down your back. You shoot him a loaded look over your shoulder and he smiles up at you, those blue eyes glistening behind his sunglasses.

“Love you” he mouths to you and you blush.

“Love you” you mouth back and turn your attention back to the guys.

One of these days, he will be the death you. But hey, that would be a great way to go out.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being MSBY's Manager

Period Troubles

MSBY Black Jackels featuring the Schweiden Adlers x Female! Manager (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: period talk, swearing, MSBY being assholes, angst to comfort

A/N: This is purely self indulgent because I'm tired and crabby 😠 all I want to do is write angst and then for these men to make it all go away!

God I go between "I'm so jealous" and "God I'd hate being you" 😅

Literally MSBY (and the Adlers) are both such hot and cold teams

I feel like one day all would be well

But then mercury goes into retrograde and suddenly they all have their undies in a twist

Now your Queen YN is totally the pillar of MSBY

You take care of everything for these boys

You help Atsumu with his setting

Reassuring Sakusa that he, in fact, did not sprain his shoulder

You keep tabs on our feral children, Bokuto and Hinata

You drool over Meian 🥵

You help Inunaki with his receives

You reach low places for Thomas, Barnes and Joffe

Literally what would we do without you YN 👏🏻

But you see, even YN has her off days

Because PMS is a literal bitch and we hate her 😠

The symptoms had been building for a while and you knew this was going to be a bad one

Tired, cramps, loss of appetite, soreness, just general depression over everything

It had been an exhausting week and you knew your period was due to come on Saturday

You were looking forward to the weekend just to be able to rest and escape into your own world for a while

Seriously the guys had been testing you all week

Literally, you have been so irritable and on edge with everything but you've been trying to remain as professional as possible

Atsumu is the main cause of your annoyance per the usual 🙄

Literally I totally feel like Atsumu is the type to set something down, forgets where he set it and then get mad when he can't find it

Atsumu is me. I am Atsumu.

"YN where is my phone?"

"YN where is my nail file?"

"YN WHERE IS MY TOWEL?"

Literally all week it's been nonstop

On top of that, Bokuto has been extra Bokuto-y this past week

Literally 4 emo modes the past week YN!

Is it a full moon or something 🥴

ON TOP OF THAT the team had been preparing to host the Adlers, which gets everyone just all riled up

Literally you can't tell me these men just don't have pissing matches the entire time they are together 🙄

Literally Daichi/Kuroo energy the whole time istg-

Anyways, you woke up on Friday feeling extra crappy

Not necessarily sick, just gross

You know that feeling when you feel like your period is going to start but it doesn't?

Yeah that's it 😫

You've been depressed, having trouble sleeping and woke up with a horrible headache

You grab a coffee on your way to work, walking in like an extra from the Walking Dead

It's a good thing your team literally has zero boundaries YN 😃

"YN you look like shit"- Thomas says

"Damn YN what happened to you? Did you get hit by a bus?"- Inunaki jokes

You rn 👉🏻😐 🔪

"Alright everyone let's get busy, the Adlers are coming in 30 minutes!"- Meian yells

You head to your office, literally just stepping one foot in the door when you hear Meian

"YN what the heck are you doing standing around?!? Go fill the water bottles!"- Meian shouts

You rn 👉🏻 *deep breath in/deep breath out*

You take some Tylenol because lord knows you need it and get busy with your list

You are trying your best to avoid the guys today but oh my god they will not leave you alone!

Literally everyone just has one problem or another

Sakusa can't find his arm sleeves

Bokuto can't find his knee pads

Hinata is lost somewhere who the hell knows anymore

Barnes needs help taping his fingers

Inunaki is rolling everywhere, purposely tripping people and causing drama 🙄

Meian is yelling

Thomas is just existing

And YN is on the verge of a mental breakdown 🥲

Literally the guys have noticed your mood and how you haven't been talking to them much

But they are idiots YN they have no idea why

So when the Adlers show up, it's almost a welcome relief in a sense

They greet the team, shaking hands and greeting you

"Hey YN it's good to see you!"- Hirugami, the Adlers captain says

"You too!" You say returning a greeting

You hear chatter behind you from Atsumu but you ignore it

He's top of the shit list right now we all know it

After greeting the team, Hirugami asks if you can help them tape up

You happily agree, doing so as Meian makes an off handed comment

"Wow YN, you look happy to be helpign the enemy"- he says as he turns to walk away

Please, that one hurt and honestly it was a low blow

But you don't say anything, Hirugami noticing your shift in mood

At the start of the practice game, Heiwajima asks if you can fill up the teams water bottles

Again, you agree because you are there to help out

It's your job 🗣🗣🗣

Unfortunately MSBY is petty and Sakusa just HAS to say something

"Geez YN you don't have be so happy, they asked you to fill their water bottles not manage their team"- Sakusa Kiyoomi, 2nd on the shit list

Low blow agaib ☹️

But again you ignore it, or at least try to ignore it

Because enough see, while you see filling water bottles, you start to cry

Because nothing adds more electrolytes to water than tears 💧

"YN get yourself together, everything will be ok! Only a few more hours"- you say, wiping your eyes and heading back to the gym

Unfortunately for you, the pain is only beginning

Because you see, the biggest jerk of them all has yet to speak and boy is he geared up 👏🏻

The Adlers had just won the first set and Atsumu is in a mood

When isn't he but I digress 🤚🏻

Anyways, you are walking around, handing water bottles and towels out to everyone

You finish with MSBY and head over to the Adlers

Then you hear it...

"YN you might as well just join the Adlers, you seem to like being around them more"- Atsumu says to you

You stop in your tracks because what did he just say?

The Adlers stop and look at you, MSBY stops and looks at you

You turn and look at Atsumu, "What did you just say?"

"Well you seem to like the Adlers alot better than you like us YN. I mean, you've honestly kind of been a bitch lately"- Atsumu Miya, #1-100 on the shit list

You felt the rage boiling up, on top of the hurt you feel from everything that has been going on

You start to breath heavily, trying to control your tears as you walk over to the Adlers handing them their water bottles and towels, you silently turn to MSBY and walk up to them

With tears flowing down your cheeks, you speak

"So you really think I don't do anything for you huh? You think I'm being a bitch. Well I'm sorry I don't feel good, I'm sorry I haven't been sleeping, I'm sorry I have a fucking uterus that is about to bleed and ruin my fucking life for an entire week. But oh by ALL MEANS let me drop everything I'm doing to cater to a bunch of fucking JERKS who can't even say THANK YOU!" You scream as tears run down your face

MSBY rn 👉🏻😐😳

The Adlers 👉🏻👀👀

The Coaches 👉🏻😃 crap she's finally lost it

"You know what, how about you guys fill your own fucking water bottles, oh and tape your own GOD DAMNED FINGERS! Oh and make sure you reassure each other because GOD FORBID ONE OF YOU MISSES A FUCKING RECIEVE OR BLOCK! Or even better yet, find some other willing person who will let you walk all over them because IT AINT ME ANYMORE!"- You scream as tears fall down your face and you turn to the Adlers

"I apologize for my outburst but I'm leaving" you say, stomping away and right out the arena doors

Honestly YN 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻

Literally MSBY feels like complete shit right now

AS THEY SHOULD!

The Adlers just look at them and shake their heads

"Shit"- Meian says sitting on the bench, his arms on his knees

"We really fucked up this time"- Barnes said coming besides him

"God I'm such an asshole"- Atsumu said

"Yeah you are!"- Kageyama shouts as Atsumu narrows his eyes at him

"Man you guys must have been real assholes to her"- Romero interjects

"Well we definitely haven't been the nicest that's for sure"- Inunaki says crossing his arms

"Well what are you guys gonna do about it?"- Ushijima says 😐

"What do you mean?"- Hinata

Dumbass 🙄

"Seriously? You guys were so mean to her without even asking her how she was feeling"- Hoshiumi

"Yeah, PMS can be a real bitch, I'm sure she's going through it right now"- Heiwajima adds

"You guys really suck with chicks"- Hirugami adds

Please they all turn and glare at him 😑

Meian stands up and announces "we are going to have to end this early"

The guys wordlessly nod, going to pick you the gym in silence as they contemplate what happened

Meanwhile-

You spend the entire train ride home crying, you managed to grab your bag from your office before stomping the rest of the way to the train station

Please you probably cleared a 10ft radius minimum YN

Love that energy 👏🏻

You had planned to go to the store, to grab what you needed for your weekend of self-indulgence but unfortunately everything had ruined that plan

The thing is, you knew you overreacted but you also knew you were right

The guys had been complete and utterly jerks to you and they deserved it

In fact, the coach had texted you telling you to take some personal time and that he would have a talk with the team

You accepted the time off, making your way to your apartment before making your way to the bathroom, stripping and taking a shower

You totally cried the entire shower YN 😭

Ok but me at least once a week 🙃

You got changed into your favorite pajamas, crawled into your bed and out on one of your favorite movies, silencing your phone and trying to calm down

Now our resident idiots are finishing up at the gym when the coach stops them

The adlers have left after giving any advice they had, including groveling and begging for your forgiveness

"YN is taking next week off and I want you all to think about what happened today. YN works incredibly hard for this team and you've done nothing but take advantage of her"- our true ally, MSBY's Coach 💅🏼

"We know Coach, we want to make it up to her"- Thomas interjects

"You idiots are in your twenties and you still have so much to learn about women and I suggest you start now by apologizing to YN and letting her educate you!"- Coach

"Yes Sir"- the team shouts as they all head to the locker room

"Should we call her?"- bokuto says, finally breaking the awkward silence

"Do you really think she wants to talk to us?"- Barnes added as they collectively shook their heads

"I think we need to form a plan guys, we need YN to know we are truly sorry"- Sakusa interjected

"Hey I remember her telling me about her favorite takeout spot, we could get her food from there!"- Inunaki says

"Yeah and she always brings that coffee every morning! Hey I'll go dig it out of the garage and get the order!"- Hinata :D

Please nobody is going to stop him or give him hand sanitizer YN HELP

"Oh maybe we can buy her candy! Girls like that right?"- Atsumu adds

"Wait! Remember she made us all fill out those stupid 'all about me' forms?"- Thomas said running to your office and grabbing the files, pulling out yours where you detailed everything you loved

"SCORE!"- Inunaki said snatching the list from Thomas and reading it

"We have everything we need! Tomorrow we will go and apologize!"- Meian says as the guys all shout in agreement

The next day, you wake up with a major headache and your period has finally arrived

You pop some pain killers and crawl back into bed with your heating pad

You slept like crap the night before, waking up often and thinking about how you yelled at the boys

The thing was, as much as they deserved it you knew your emotions were escalated because of PMS

You sighed, going to turn on your phone when you heard a knock

You looked at the clock, noticing the time was 9am

"That's weird usually Amazon doesn't come until the afternoon"- you said, getting out of bed before walking to the door and checking the peep hole

"What in the hell?"- You say, unlocking the door to see 8 giant men standing there with at least 15 coffees

"Ummm- I literally have so many questions right now"- you say

"Ok shoot"- Meian says the rest of the idiots standing behind him like :D

"What in the hell is this?"- You say gesturing to all that encompasses MSBY

"Well we wanted to bring you coffee, so I dug threw the garbage and found your old cup!"- Hinata :D

"Gross but continue"- you, intrigued

"So then we went to the coffee shop and the Barista recognized us"- Thomas added

"Yeah apparently you talk about us alot YN"- Atsumu 😏

"Complain... I complain about you alot Sumu, continue"- you, now crossing your arms

Atsumu 👉🏻😐

"Well the batista asked where you were and we told her we were getting you coffee. And then she said 'oh what is YN having today'?"- Sakusa

"So we told her and she just looked at us like we were stupid"- Bokuto

"Not really much of a stretch Ko"- you say, taking another jab 🙃

As you should 💅🏼

"She said 'YN only gets that on Fridays, and today's Saturday'"- Hinata adds

You start to smile, knowing exactly where this story is going

"So then we asked what your Saturday coffee was and she said 'she always does something random' so we just ordered one of everything"- Inunaki says 😬

You laugh, rolling your eyes and moving away form the door as they all file in

Honestly tho, you probably need a bigger apartment

"So what is this really about?"- You say turning around, arms crossing as you look at them

Please they look so guilty 😅

"Well, we wanted to apologize"- Meian starts to say as you stick your hand up

"You know bribing me with coffee, sorry 15 coffees, won't make me forgive you right?"- You say as Thomas steps forward

"We know, that's why we brought you these too"- he says handing you your favorite candies

"And these"- Barnes says handing you the biggest bouquet of your favorite flowers 💐

"And we brought this too"- Bokuto holds up your favorite movie

"Yeah and for lunch we are having your favorite restaurant"- Inunaki adds

"Wait- how did you guys... the get to know you sheets"- You 🥺

"YN we know we fucked up, really bad. You don't know how sorry we all are. The truth is, we took advantage of you and didn't consider your feelings"- Meian says

"And we know we are totally jerks and that we don't deserve you but YN, we love you so much and we would completely fall apart without you"- Barnes says

You rn 👉🏻😐🥺😭

Please YN, you are full on sobbing, ugly tears, snot the works 👏🏻

"Uhhh YN are you ok?"- Hinata, about to lose it, Bokuto right behind him

"You- you guys did this all for me?- you👁💧👄💧👁

"We wanted to show you how sorry we really are and we'll, this is the best thought of"- Inunaki

Before he can even stop talking, you have all but flung yourself into his arms

Inunaki 👉🏻😐😳🥰

The other boys 👉🏻😐😠 hey-

Please YN, get to hugging 👏🏻 🫂

After you've hugged them all, you break away as Sakusa hands you a tissue

"I love you guys so much and I'm sorry too"- you say as Thomas puts his hands up

"YN do not apologize to us! We promise we will be better!"- Barnes adds as all the men shake their head in agreement

The rest of the day is taken up by your boys, watching movies and enjoying their company

You end up falling asleep on Meians lap

Please he's taking so many pictures while the team just glares 😐😑

He totally sends it to Hirugami too 😜

Meian: *Sends picture* We made it up to her

Hirugami: Damn well I guess we shouldn't have sent that large box of roses to her apartment asking her to be our manager then 😏

Meian: 😐 you son of a bitch!

Hirugami: 🙃🙃🙃

Please YN, these boys love you so much and will fight til the very end for you 🥰

[frenziedslashers]

Maybe Rick Grimes who has eyes for a rancher? I work on a ranch for my uncle and I’m craving some Rick content where he has the hots for a rancher and is almost always checking them out. Dropping comments about how strong they are or how good they are with their hands 🥴

Maybe they help Rick at the prison with the garden and Ricks secretly loving every second because not only does he get to learn from them, but he also has an excuse to stare at their sweaty muscles. Maybe even get a couple peaks of their ass when their bent over ykyk. Bonus points if Rick goes to take their cowboy hat as a joke and they tell Rick about the cowboy hat rule after he’s done so (take the hat, ride a cowboy) and Ricks FLUSTERED but not complaining either 😮‍💨

It’d be awesome if you could do it as a Male!reader fic too! Maybe some smut if you’re okay with it 🫣 thank youu!

Hey There, Cowboy

A/N: OUGH, ANON I- FERAL- I have been thinking about this since I read it when you sent it to me last night JESUS- I love this idea so much (Also, HELLO FELLOW RANCHER. I am not a full time one, but I occasionally help my neighbors. Goodluck during calving season this year if you help with that/are around the area. Idk if Calving season is the same for others outside of NE.)

I am frothing at the mouth with this request though. Thank you for doing Gods work 🙏 hopefully this satisfies:))

Warnings: MLM, AMAB! Reader, Top!reader, Bottom!Rick, anal, anal fingering. Ricky Dicky is Dick Riding in this story, not metaphorically either.

REQUESTING INFO || TWD MASTERLIST

It was hot, so goddamn hot outside. Your clothes felt like they were melting into your skin as your sweat bled through them. Your blue jeans were itchy, and your boots were feeling uncomfortable as you turned up the soil by hand. You never thought you would miss the equipment back on the ranch. You never thought you'd be praying to the heavens for a Rototiller, but here you were. Pleading to the heavens for an easier way to do this.

Rick was making his way to where you were in the garden with a couple of waters for you both. He was supposed to be over to help you about thirty minutes ago, but Maggie and Carol needed help with something inside the Prison. He was starting to wonder if they held him back on purpose because when he saw you he swore he felt his brain turn to mush.

The sweat was glistening off your skin perfectly. Your button-up shirt was clinging to your back, and the sleeves were rolled up past your elbows. You had reached up to lift your hat off your head running a hand over the top of your head with a soft sigh. He couldn't hear you, but he could see the way your shoulders rose and fell just like they did anytime you sighed or yawned.

He finally swallowed the saliva that was pooling in his mouth, approaching you further while trying to shake all those thoughts about you that plagued his mind - constantly.

"Hey, Rick," you chimed, that charming smile gracing your lips as you looked over at him. Crossing your arms partially over the handle of the hoe in your hands while you land forward on it. "Finally make some time for me?" He pursed his lips, dropping his head a bit with a chuckle, which made your heart ache for him a little more. You loved how bashful the Deputy could be. Especially around you.

"I brought you some water, you look like you could use some," the hum you let out made him shudder. His jaw clenched as his hands slightly flexed around the bottle in his hand. You noticed, taking the bottle with a small and prideful smirk. "So, what about farming do you really need help with? It isn't that hard, y'know." "Well, you know.." Rick pondered, tearing his eyes from you as you drank from your water. His face was a little red as he stared down at the dirt. "The uh... Planting part? I don't know, really. I've just never done it. Always wanted a garden of my own, though." He spoke, and you chuckled, nodding. "It's truly not that hard, city boy," he peaked up at the nickname, smiling himself. "Well, then lead the way, cowboy."

The both of you got to work. You taught him how to use the hoe efficiently. "It's like sweepin', sorta?" Rick commented, and you tilted your head, shrugging. "Uh, sorta?" you chuckled, patting his back which had his head turning to peak at you. You were quick to let your hand drop, fingers brushing his lower back before wandering over to the bag of seeds.

Rick's eyes were on you the entire time. Still, half-working until you bent over. Ass facing him while you brushed your hand through the packet of seeds. You noticed his movements stop when you did this. Biting back the smirk that threaten to burst free until you grabbed the package of cucumbers from the bag on the ground. Turning back to head over to your friend. Holding yourself high which only seemed to make Rick stare at you more. "Take a break from that, I got the section over yonder 'tilled. We can plant these over there." Your voice was low and sweet. Fingers tucking the packet of seeds into the pocket on Rick's chest. Hands patting it afterward with a grin. "'Nless you'd rather keep tilin' while I plant, city boy?" The way you said city boy had his brain shorting. Raking his brain for words that would make sense. You always put him at a loss for words, it seemed. "I uh... I can plant." You chuckled, leading him over to the section you marked off for the cucumbers.

It wasn't but a couple hours longer until you were both done. The soil of the area roughed up and the seeds that you guys decided on were planted. Wiping some sweat from your forehead as you looked over your work, Rick standing right beside you. His eyes fell to the ground, following your hat which fell by his feet. He stared at it for a moment, hearing the soft sigh you let out when you noticed it fall. Rick was quick to lean down and pick it up before you could, though.

Your eyes watched with a curious gaze as he swept the dirt off of it with his hands. Inspecting it before reaching up for his own hat. Trading the hats with a satisfied hum. "Hmm, maybe Hershel's right, maybe I do need a new hat." He commented with a smug grin, looking up at you with a brow raised. "How do I look? Less city?" He asked with a small snicker, though his smile faded a little at the look on your face. Wondering if maybe he did something wrong.

You took a moment to respond, watching with a smirk as you stared over at the other man. A throaty chuckle left you which made Rick look even more confused than before. "What?" He had no idea what you found so funny, "Oh nothin', I thought you were proposin' somethin' at first, but I forget you city boys aren't familiar with the hat rule." You cooed, taking his own hat from his hands. Placing it on top of your head. He furrowed his brows, tilting his head while looking you over for an answer. "The hat rule?" He asked, reaching up to rub at his jaw with a soft chuckle. Looking to the side, at the fence where the sun set over. Then back over to you, attempting to read the look in your eyes, but he was at a lost. "Well, what's this hat rule?" You hummed, rocking back on your heels while your thumbs slipped into your belt loops.

"Guess you'll have to figure that out yourself, Deputy," your teasing tone made his fingers twitch. His eyes watching you closely, flinching a little when you reached up to flick his hat up - your hat. "I gotta get back and relieve Miss Maggie of watch, I'll catch ya around." You spoke, beginning to walk off, before stopping a few steps in front of Rick. "And Rick?" He hummed in question, looking at you as you turned your head to look over your shoulder. "You do look rather nice in that hat." You smiled, tipping the hat on your head with a wink before wandering back towards the prison.

Everyone was quick to notice you coming inside wearing Rick's hat. Whispers amongst them all about what the deal was. The whispers only got more frequent when they saw Rick was wearing your hat. Daryl looked at Rick with a knowing smirk. Or at least he thought he knew. Rick was the most oblivious guy in the world though. The moment you were in that guard tower, and Maggie was back to see Rick with your hat on, she was quick to ask the question everyone was thinking.

"Did he give ya that hat, or did ya take it from him?" She smirked, and Rick shrugged, his fingers, playing with his gun holster. "Well, he dropped it... So I put it on." Daryl rolled his eyes with a chuckle. "What? Hershel said I needed a farming hat," he protested, and Maggie giggled. "Did he say anything about it? Ain't often that a rancher lets just anyone wear their hat." Rick shrugged again. Leaning against the wall near the two. "Well, he mentioned this hat rule? I assume it means I have to let him wear my hat, I think." Daryl laughed at this. An actual laugh left the hunter's throat, and Rick felt his face go red with embarrassment. What, did he say something wrong? Was that not what it meant?

Maggie shook her head with a grin, and Rick swallowed thickly. Shifting from foot to foot a bit anxiously. "Well, what the hell does it mean?" He asked Maggie, and Maggie raised her hands, a smirk on her face. "How about you go ask him?" Rick pouted, furrowing his brows in frustration. "You guys know he ain't gonna tell me! The bastard told me I was supposed to figure it out myself!" Rick was growing agitated, reaching up to pinch his brow with a deep inhale, which followed a deep exhale.

"That ain't no way to talk about a guy who wants to screw yer brains out." Daryl commented, and Rick felt his face grew even hotter. No, his whole body was hot. Looking up at the hunter with a terrified look. "What?" Daryl shook his head with a sigh, Maggie pursing her lips. "Wear the hat, ride the cowboy," Maggies voice caught Rick's attention. His head turning to look at one, then the other. "Wait, what?" "That's what the hat rule is, dumbass," Daryl spat, and Rick felt his insides turning. "That's why we were shocked he let you wear it," "Plus, he's wearing your hat, shoulda given it to someone else with how oblivious ya are." Daryl commented, and Maggie scowled at him. "Look, you still got time, he's up in the guard tower, probably waiting. You can go tell him that ain't what ya want." Maggie told Rick with a sympathetic smile. She was certain that the look on his face was because he didn't want to ride a cowboy.

But truth be told. Shit, he wanted nothing more than to ride said cowboy.

He nodded though. Rubbing his sweaty palms on his thighs before taking a step back. "Yeah, I'll be back, gonna go... Gonna go talk to 'im..." His voice was soft, obviously lost in thought as he turned and made his way out of the prison. Daryl just snorted, watching Rick stumble away. "How much ya wanna bet he does more than jus' talk." Maggie shrugged, folding her arms. "I ain't bettin' on somethin' I know I'd lose. Ya ever had to work with those two? I ain't ever seen Rick try and undress someone with his eyes more." She added and the both chuckled at her comment. She wasn't wrong, they both knew it, too.

The knock on the door that led up into the guard tower made you jump. You were lost in thought when it had come and scurried over to where it was. Opening it with a raised brow, squinting and shielding your eyes from the light that shone in. "Shit, sorry, can I uh, come in?" Rick asked, turning off his flash light, and you felt your stomach doing flips. Moving so the other could come inside. "Sure thing, got somethin' on your mind?" You asked, moving back to sit where you were on the floor prior to Rick's appearance. Watching as he moved to sit beside you. "Yeah, I do, actually." You kept quiet, hoping that he would continue what he had to say.

Rick didn't even know how to word what he wanted to say to you, though. His hands playing with your hat that was now in his lap. His legs were outstretched as his back leaned against the wall. "I uh..." You frowned, worrying that maybe you did something wrong. Maybe he asked around and figure out what the hat rule was, he wasn't stupid. He was far from it. "Look, if this is about that stupid hat. Yours is over there," you pointed off to the side, Rick following your finger. Spotting his hat which lay neatly on top of the book you had been reading. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," you spoke, and Rick smiled. He chuckled, and you didn't know how to take it.

He turned a little. He looked over at you with a grin, thankful the dim lights hid the blush that crept up his neck. "They told me what it meant," you felt your stomach sink, frown growing a little. You were conflicted with the look he was giving you and his tone of voice, and he could tell. Shaking his head while reaching out to place his hand on the side of your face. The action caused you to take in a sharp breath. "Is it true?" He asked, and you raised a brow. Trying to get him to carry on further. "If I wear the hat I gotta ride the cowboy?" He smirked, and you felt your own smirk grow. "Only if ya want to, Deputy."

Rick didn't give you or himself any time to think before he was pulling you in for a kiss. You were quick to deepen it, too. Your body shifted and your hands moved Rick so he was laying down on your makeshift bed. A soft sigh left his lips that bled into your mouth. He'd never expected that he'd wind up in this situation with another man. Not until you came into his life, and then it was all he could hope would happen.

Your hands were quick to roam his body, his own doing the same. Both of you seemed to have the same idea, too. Rick reached down to tug your shirt off, and you were doing the same to him. You leaned back, tugging your shirt over your head, and Rick couldn't help but stare. Even in the dimly lit tower, you were beautiful. "Hey," he pulled his eyes from your bare skin to look up at your eyes, propped up on his elbows. "Your turn, sugar," his hair seemed to stand on end at the pet name. Quick to work on his own shirt. Sitting up in order to pull it over his head.

The two of you shared a look for a moment or two. Your eyes leaving Ricks in order to trail down Rick's chest, your hands following your gaze. "Mr Grimes, I've seen ya God knows how many times shirtless," you muttered, pressing him back down. Leaning over so your lips could come down to meet his chest. "And I don't think I'll ever get used to the sight," your words made him smile, a soft snicker leaving his throat. "Yeah? How d'ya think I feel? Today out in the garden," his hips bucked, a groan leaving his throat when your hand came down to palm him through his jeans and you bit down on his left peck. "Shit," he muttered, "Wanted to fuck ya against the wall," he growled, and you snickered. "Now now, Rick, the rules are you ride the cowboy, and," you kissed over his stomach, "from your position. I don't think it'll be too hard gettin' ya in that position." He rolled his eyes with a huff. He didn't argue though, he just needed some sort of release.

The lower your lips got the antsier Rick seemed to get. Soft huffs left his throat each time you bit and sucked on his skin. Your fingers finally come to his belt loop. Undoing his gun holster at a pace that had him wanting to scream and pull his hair out. He didn't think you could move any slower. It was near agonizing.

Ricks hands had other ideas, though. Reaching down to your own belt loop. The frustrated groan that he let out when you grabbed at his wrists only made your smirk grow. "Now, now, City Boy, we gotta learn manners now, do we?" You hummed, pinning his wrists above his head while leaning back up so your face was above his. Your hips rolling down to press firmly against his own. Biting back a moan that threatened to spill from your lips. Rick, on the other hand, let his own moan spill from his mouth. Even throwing his head back in the process. A chuckle leaving your throat as you leant down to kiss on the side of his throat.

You licked beside his Adams Apple, Rick humming softly at the warm feeling. "What does Mr. Grimes want, huh?" You asked, and Rick let out another sigh. His hips tried to roll up to get any more friction that he could from you, but you were quick to pull your hips back. Rick let out a whine this time. A whine. This was new, and not at all what you expected. "Oh, Ricky boy, I might have to give ya a little something just for that," your voice was dripping with pride. You were bringing the leader of your group into a writhing whining mess. He was practically putty in your hands, definitely not what you expected from the man below you.

"Fuck, just do it," he strained when your hands came down to his belt. "Do what, Rick, I gotta hear ya say it." You cooed, undoing his belt while you waited for him to muster up his words. "Goddammit, just fuck me already!" He nearly shouted, and your eyes shot up to his with shock. A smile slowly creeping up on your face. You weren't gonna lie, it turned you on hearing him so needy for you. "Well, any other guy I'd say no for not sayin' please," you sighed, letting go of his wrists in order to sit up and undo your own belt this time. Motioning for Rick to take his pants off as well. "I like you, though. So I'll give you a freebie." He shuddered once more when you winked down at him.

Something about you towering over him with that look on your face while you got yourself out of your pants had him drooling. Once he got his clothes and boots off, and was completely bare before you. He had no idea what to do. "Well, ya still wanna ride?" You asked, and you saw the hesitant look in Rick's eyes. Smirk falling as you shifted back forward and kneeled between his legs. Your hands reaching out in order to hold his shoulders. "Hey," he looked back up at you when you spoke. "You've never done this... With a guy, have ya?" He shook his head, a soft and shaky 'no' falling from his lips. "I'll guide ya through it. If you wanna stop, just say," you looked around the tower in search of something to say, pursing your lips. "Hat, alright? Just say hat and I'll stop. That'll be our safe word, how 'bout that?" He nodded, smiling softly. "All right, that sounds good," he chuckled, and so did you as well.

He sat there for a moment longer, and so did you. It wasn't until he realized how painfully hard he was again that he finally broke the silence. "Well," He muttered, glancing down at your dick. Sucking his bottom lip between his teeth. "What do I?" "I can help ya, Rick, just lay back. I'll take care of you." You hummed, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips before leaning forward to grab a bottle of lube from beside your book as well. You had found it a few weeks ago on a supply run and grabbed it just in case. You nearly left it behind, god, you were glad you hadn't.

Rick did just as he was told. Shifting a little uncomfortable. He was nervous, to say the least. What if the only reason he thought he wanted this was that he was still partially grieving the loss of his wife - ex-wife. That couldn't be, though. He'd started liking you well before Lori had died. Probably when he first saw you interact with Carl. Back after you all fled the camp by the quarry. Something about it just made his heart melt. Seeing how well you treated his boy. The feelings only grew stronger from there. The lingering touches, the looks, the flirtatious words, it was all so much.

He let out a gasp when you yanked him further up your thighs by his legs. A smirk on your lips. "Ya still with me?" Rick nodded, "Yeah, sorry, just thinkin'" You tilted your head, squirting some of the lube on your fingers. Rubbing it together and Rick watched with needy eyes. "About what?" You asked, genuinely curious, "about how much I've wanted this," you looked up at him with a soft smile. Leaning down to press a kiss to his lips again. "Well, I'll try not to disappoint."

Before Rick could say anything back, your finger was circling his entrance. His eyebrows furrowed at the sensation. It was certainly a new feeling. "Am I good to go?" You asked, and he nodded, kissing your shoulder with a soft sigh. "Ready as ever, cowboy." You smiled at that, your index finger pressing inside of him. The intrusion made his body flinch a little. His hands clinging onto you at the new and foreign feeling. You shushed him by kissing on his neck and shoulders. Muttering soft and sweet nothings in his ear as you continued your work. Curling your finger, and smirking when a soft moan left his lips when your finger brushed his prostate.

You continued to add another finger. Stretching him out until you could add a third. It wasn't long before Rick was trying to rock himself down onto you. Soft pants and huffs left the man's lips. "Please," he muttered against your lips, "Please, let me try," he muttered. You knew what he meant, and didn't try to get him to properly ask. "Ya sure?" he nodded, "Gotta repay you for lettin' me wear yer hat," he slurred, voice dripping with lust and want. You only chuckled, giving a soft all right before pulling your fingers out from him. Rick winced at the feeling of emptiness. God, it was uncomfortable, but it had to be worth it.

You rolled onto your back, Rick throwing a leg over you in order to straddle your lap. He felt nervous again but chased the feelings away. It was so hard not to be anxious when he'd never done this, though. Plus, the stupid smirk on your face that always had his body acting in ways he couldn't control.

When you reached for the tub he was quick to take it from you. Your eyes watching with a lustful gaze. "Let me," you nodded, letting your hands rest on his hips. Stroking up an down.

His hand caught the lube. Tossing the bottle to the side, rubbing the gel in his hand before reaching down for your cock. A hiss left your lips when he gripped you. His hand gave you a few slow strokes, thumb brushing against your tip. It had you letting out the softest of moans. Rick eating up every sound that you let out. He wanted so badly to hear more of that, too.

It wasn't long before he was positioning himself over top of you, and sinking down on you. He winced, trying his best not to scream out at the intrusion. This was a lot different than fingers. His body folded forward, face buried in the side of your neck. You were rubbing at his back, trying to ease the tension in his body. Muttering soft words against his shoulder in order to help him relax. "Shit," Rick muttered, his lips brushing the side of your neck. Panting against your skin.

Once he felt his body relax, Jesus, nothing could prepare you for the feelings you felt. He started off slow, rocking back and forth. Getting a feel of what you had to offer. Soft noises left the both of your lips. Then he actually started moving up and down. Hips bouncing against you. "Holy hell, Rick," you breathed out, and that only spurred him to move faster. His hands holding at your chest in order to lean forward and get just the right angle. A moan ripping from his chest when your hips began thrusting up in order to meet his pace.

When you started stroking him, he was done for. Grunt and moans fell from his lips while he repeated your name like a prayer. Dull nails dug into your chest while you jerked him off as he rode you. "I'm gonna," he muttered, and you nodded, reaching up to cup the side of his face. Bringing his head down to pull him in for a kiss. "Cum for me, Rick," you muttered against his lips, and he nodded. A groan ripped from his chest as his thighs began to burn with each roll and bounce they gave. One final tug and he was coming undone against you. His seed spilled out onto your stomach and chest.

You were quick to flip him over, hips slamming in and out of him in order to reach or own release. You were already close, and Rick's orgasm only brought you closer. The way he moaned your name into your mouth and clung to your body. Even in your best and favorite fantasies, you never imagined something as amazing as that. Hips finally stuttered as you pulled out to finish on the other's stomach. A moan of his name and a follow of curses leaving your own mouth.

Once you fell onto your back next to him. After cleaning the both of you off with a rag you were using to keep cool on the back of your neck with water. You furrowed your brow. Rick was laughing softly to himself. It was a tired and faint laugh, but with the small tower, and the close proximity. You could hear it just fine. "What?" You questioned, reaching over to brush some of the man's hair from his forehead. Propping yourself on your elbow in order to look at him better. Noticing a few hickeys you had left on the mans chest and shoulders. "I told Maggie and Daryl I was jus' coming' up here to talk to you about the hat thing." He chuckled, reaching up to cup the side of your face. Smiling when you turned your face to kiss his palm. "Yeah?" He nodded, "Yeah, I don't think they thought I was gonna go through with it." He snickered, and you smiled faintly.

"Well, do you regret it?" He furrowed his brow. "Hell no, might have to make you steal my hat so we can try it the other way 'round next time." He snickered, and you snickered back. "We'll see about that, Sheriff." You sighed, laying back down. Pulling a blanket over your torsos while pulling him close. "How 'bout you rest. We got some crops to water in the morn'..." You hummed, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "Hmm, if we even wanna get up." You snickered, "Well, if you don't I will. I ain't lettin' the people starve because you decide to sleep in." He sighed, he couldn't argue with that. Smiling softly to himself before turning to wrap his arms tight around you. Pulling you in for a final kiss before bidding his goodnight.

[lemonmeringueprincess]

Tyler Galpin x Normie!Reader Aesthetic Board

Looking out from the window of Weathervane coffee shop while resting my head on my palm, I look at the passersby, a mixture of Nevermore students in their purple stripe uniforms, ‘normie’ students and people going about their business. I return my gaze to the glaring screen and heave a sigh.  If only I hadn’t stopped working on the assignment last night, I wouldn’t have to sit long hours on my butt at Weathervane to get this done. I need to get this done today, reaching out for my cup and as I am about to take a sip, I notice that it is empty. Thank God I brought my water bottle with me because I hate making conversations when I’m feeling stressed out. As I am tucking the piece of hair behind my ear, which does absolutely nothing to prevent it from falling, and typing my assignments away, I notice a shadow, out of the corner of my eyes, approaching and eventually cease. The smell of jasmine tea and cinnamon hit my nostril. I look up from my work and realise that the Barista, the name tag reads ‘Tyler’, comes up to me with a cup of steaming tea and a plate of cinnamon roll. He must have delivered the order to the wrong person.

“Uhh... Hey …”

“Oh… uhm… Hi. I am pretty sure I didn’t order a cinnamon roll and a refill.”

“You’re right. Actually, these are for you. A sweet treat for the sweetest girl in the room.” I chuckle lightly and hide my blushing face behind my palms. I don’t get compliments very often and I don’t know how to react. Hearing someone say that to me makes me shy and giddy at the same time.

“I saw you’ve been sitting there for hours, and you look so stressed out with whatever you are doing. I just feel bad for you, and I notice your cup is empty.” Tyler says while replacing the empty cup with the new cup of tea and the cinnamon roll on the table.

“And I don’t normally see a Nevermore student doing their homework here- “

“Oh… I don’t go to Nevermore. I am actually a normie and go to normie school. Ha... there’s nothing extra about me, just a boring ol’ normie doing her normie assignment…but I do hang out with Nevermore kids.”

If only she knew what I am – Tyler tells himself.

“I thought I saw you with Enid coming out of the bookstore across the other day. So, I assumed you’re one of them.”

“You’re right! We went to check out this book that’s just been released. We bond over books and pop cultures, I guess those are what bring us together. But how do you know Enid?”

“Her friend, Wednesday, is a regular here and Enid often tags along. Guess that’s how I know her. Sorry for stalling you, I’ll let you finish your thing” Tyler leaves with the empty cup and returns to the counter.

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While striding towards the counter, Tyler tries to control his breath and grips the empty cup and nearly breaks it as he’s trying to contain from the sweet intoxicating smell that almost wakes his primal Hyde and goes feral.  The sweet saccharine scent etches on his mind. The Hyde drives him to become obsessive towards her and determines to chase and hunt her down. Then mark her as his, to compensate the loss in his life. His innocent persona slowly darkens and morphs into that of a predator observing and preying. Let the chase begins.

[twignotstick]

TMNT: SECOND SHOT - Arc 1, Chapter 4: Tiny's First Checkup 🩺

<- Chapter 3: Family Gathering 🐢

Warnings (if there's anything I should add here, tell me please!): descriptions of wounds & care of said wounds (slightly more graphic this time), feral behavior

Words: 3,667

Summary: The doctor's in!

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When Irma found out that April needed a new roommate, she hopped on the opportunity. Her boyfriend at the time was being sucky on and off, so he wasn't a reliable place to stay. And, honestly, no matter how much she loved her girlfriends, she would go crazy living with them in a New York apartment. She almost considered going to live with Warren and Hypno, but there was so much closeted energy there that she did not want to get in the middle of it.

April, however, was the best roommate. She picked up where Irma faltered and didn't mind if she stayed out late. She stayed quiet when Irma was recovering from a hangover. Heck, she was just fun to hang out with too, regardless of how much younger she was.

Irma loved roping April into random events on campus and off. One weekend, she'd drag April off to a bowling alley with some of her buddies, and the next she'd surprise her with concert tickets (plus a ticket for CJ, of course). So, whenever April tried to rope Irma into something, Irma swore she would never say no.

Irma was sort of wishing she hadn't made that promise now. She hadn't expected it to result in getting dragged by the wrist through a sewer tunnel.

“Okay,” Irma said, picking her feet up slightly more to avoid a pile of something on the floor, “can we go over one more time why I have a ton of medical equipment in a sewer? Because you've been really selectively cagey so far Roja-”

“There's an animal down here who's hurt, okay?” April said, finally stopping to look at her confused roommate. “Or, maybe it's…” April's eyes fell to the side before whipping back. “Listen, you're the only person who I know that might have the knowledge to help him out. Me and CJ have been building trust with him and his family for a week now, and we can't wait any longer.”

“Aaalright, so, is he an animal or a person?” Irma asked, grabbing onto her bag strap near her hip. “You're using the vocab pretty interchangeably.”

“Yes.”

Irma blinked, but April's expression remained completely serious. “Okay?”

The two continued forward, and a cacophony of animal sounds started echoing in the halls. Irma could recognize that of a rat immediately, but the other voices were something else; something reptilian, but she couldn't quite place it.

Turtles. They were turtles. Enormous, unfathomably humanoid turtles.

And a tortoise, but that's basically semantics.

There were three turtles/tortoises present, along with a giant rat (oh wow, that really was a rat). One, the giant one, appeared to be some sort of sea turtle, judging by the webbed hands and feet and the shape of the head. It was looming over the whole group, already looking in April and Irma's direction when they rounded the corner. The tortoise was unbothered by their arrival, instead seeming enamored by the contents of a green lunchbox. The rat was hunched up next to him, also watching April and Irma.

In the middle of the walkway, slightly closer, was the other turtle. He was rolling around a water bottle, covered in grime. Every once in a while, he would pick up the bottle's lid in his beak and tap it on the floor, chittering in response to the “dunk” sound it made.

He seemed to be favoring one leg.

“Wow, you weren't lying,” Irma whispered, her breath hardly entering her lungs.

“You aren't, like,” April started, walking up to Irma's side, “freaking out or anything?”

“Oh no, I am,” Irma said, wide eyed. “But I think if I scream, I might get mauled. And this is New York, what's the worst that could come of just believing this?”

April nodded. “Valid. Well,” she started gesturing, “the big guy is Old Navy, the rat is Papa, Mr. Big Shell is Wit, and this adorable little guy is Tiny.”

“Tiny” started chirping loudly, and the rat snickered.

(‘I can't believe we're letting them call me that. Scav gets a name because he's so smart, and I get a name because I'm barely smaller than him.’

‘She is not wrong, my son. You are quite small.’)

Tiny grabbed the water bottle and threw it at the ground hard, making it bounce away. If Irma didn't know better, she would have said that was a show of joy.

However, unlike April and CJ, she did know better.

“I don't think he likes that name,” Irma said calmly, rousing a squeak from the small turtle. “Well, if they can understand English, that is.”

“Oh, they can,” April explained. “Well, Tiny and Papa understand the best. Wit understands pretty well too, but Spiky and Old Navy don't get it.” April gasped softly before adding on, “Spiky's the fourth one, he isn't here.”

“...wait, is this why you and CJ have been talking about going to Old Navy so much?”

“...yyyeaah…”

Irma sighed. “Alright, ignoring the insane implications of these guys existing, I have a duty to perform as a medical professional.” She sat down and opened her comically large first aid bag. “I will be interrogating you, and them if I can, whenever this is resolved.” Irma grabbed a pair of gloves from the bag and snapped them on, using proper technique. “Aight tortugas (y rato), who needs help?”

While Old Navy looked oblivious as to what was asked, Wit and Papa both turned to Tiny, who was looking around in an attempt of feigned ignorance.

Irma scooted across the floor with her supplies to reach Tiny. “It's okay, tortugito. Can I see your leg?”

Tiny squinted at Irma, but hesitantly rolled backward into a more seated position to show Irma his right leg. A metal fishing hook was caught in the back of his calf, with a line wrapping around and knotting over itself. The wound looked as if it had been trying to heal, but with the hook's intrusion, it wasn't pretty.

“Eeesh…” Irma hissed. She looked through her bag and pulled out a small pair of scissors, reaching toward the line-

Tiny screamed on contact, and his limbs retracted into his shell. Well, mostly. His injured leg apparently hurt too much to fully retract, so it was part way out, and his head was thrown to the side instead of pulled backwards (a trait of his turtle species, likely). He was chirping and hissing loudly, but it didn't look to be out of fear; instead, his tear filled eyes only reflected pain.

Old Navy roared up and ran over. He grabbed Tiny's shell with one hand and started trying to pull his head upright again with the other. Papa was hissing loudly to the side, and Wit looked like he was close to hiding in his own shell. All the while, Tiny was just screaming.

(‘Scout, you need to get out! You're only hurting yourself more!’

MAKEITSTOPMAKEITSTOPMAKEIT-!’)

After a few grueling minutes of Tiny screaming and thrashing, Old Navy was able to pull his limbs and neck back out of his shell. He sat down in a similar fashion to Tiny before, holding the smaller turtle's limbs to prevent him from retreating again. Tiny had quieted down, but he was still whimpering and had heavy tears falling down his smiling face.

April was catatonic, but Irma was concerned. Something other than that fishing hook was doubling the pain Tiny was feeling, and hiding in his shell made it worse. 

“I promise I'll work as fast as I can, okay?” Irma whispered, inching closer with the scissors again. Tiny's thrashing and whimpering grew more intense, but Old Navy kept his grip. He made sure to have a good hold on the injured leg with his own.

Blocking out the chirping cries, Irma pulled the fishing line just enough to start cutting it loose. It was some heavy duty stuff, but with enough brute force, it started to unwind in a minute or so. Irma made sure to work quickly but carefully with the twitching limb. The line left behind deep grooves, but only a few thin incisions. Judging by how Tiny's toes started flinching after a moment, the circulation had been nearly cut off before.

All that remained was the hook. Lumpy scar tissue already surrounded the puncture, which would have to be disturbed to remove it. After a moment of deliberation, Irma turned around and grabbed a towel from her first aid kit. She folded it over and held it up to Tiny's mouth. He didn't understand.

“Bite down on this,” Irma explained. “This is going to hurt a lot more.”

Tiny hiccuped and sniffed, but obliged as he screwed his eyes closed. He turned his face to lay against his big brother's plastron.

“I wish I had some fast acting painkillers, I really do…”

Tiny thrashed and screamed. The hook really wasn't that big, no longer than the upper part of Irma's thumb, but it was stuck. April was on the floor now, comforting Wit, who was crying along with Tiny. Old Navy let go of one of Tiny's arms in favor of holding his head so he wouldn't thrash forward.

(‘Fight it, please.. ‘)

The wound was quickly getting bloody. No matter how tiny that hook was, it was barbed, so it wasn't coming out without a fight. The skin started to rip and fold upwards, and Irma saw her only opportunity. She grabbed a small scalpel from her bag and made the tiniest incision she could at the base of the hook's entry, allowing some of the scar tissue to come loose with it. The hole left behind was bigger than she wanted, but the hook was out.

Tiny was barking out now, and Old Navy was struggling to keep the towel in his beak. Wit was clutching tightly onto April, and Papa was rubbing his back.

Irma rushed to disinfect the wound and wrap it properly. A noticeable amount of blood was spilling out, but not enough to be truly worried about. Just enough to really hurt. When the bandage was being wound, Tiny's screams devolved into growls and whimpers again, and he looked like he might snap his own neck with how far he was trying to throw it to the side. Even though his arm was free, it did not retract.

As Irma finished wrapping the wound, she spoke. “All over, tortugito. You did great.” She turned to look at the others still in the hallway. “Papa?”

The rat perked up.

“Try to get him to sleep. It will take some time for the scar tissue to regrow, but for now, he needs rest. Make sure he's drinking water and eating when he can. I don't know if he can safely take any serious painkillers, but small doses of acetaminophen are generally safe for any animal.” Irma grabbed a pill bottle out of her bag. “Let him take one pill every 6 hours, just to be safe. If it shows no signs of adverse effects, we can up his dosage.”

Old Navy had let go of Tiny's limbs and the smaller turtle was just clutching onto the edges of his big brother's plastron, sobbing. Wit crawled over to rub circles on Tiny's carapace like their rat father had been doing to him moments before.

If the scene just before hadn't just occurred, one could think that Tiny was crying tears of joy. That was what his smile might lead you to believe.

Taking a second to breathe, Irma moved closer to April and the rat to hand off the pills.

“Wow,” April said, “Dr. Irma is way different from roommate Irma.”

“What can I say?” Irma shrugged, putting her things away. “I'm flexible and multi-talented.”

“Understatement of the century,” April huffed. Irma spotted a twitch on the corner of her mouth.

“Hey, don't put me up while putting yourself down,” she said, punching April's shoulder. “Makes me look bad.”

“Okay, okay, jeez. You punch hard.”

Irma laughed and looked back over at the turtles. Tiny's crying was finally calming down. He kept almost pulling his limbs into his shell, but flinching and putting them back. Wit had moved up to sit in Old Navy's lap with him, wiping tears from his face. The whole ordeal was so… human.

(‘It h-hurts… why does it have to hurt so much…’

‘I don't know, Little Brother, but you're doing so good.’)

“So, how did you find them?”

April pushed her glasses up. “Wit was taking food scraps from Murakami's. We didn't know for sure that he was living with the rest of them until about a week ago. We've been helping them with food for almost 2 months now.”

“And what else do you know about them? Do you know what they were before?”

“Nothing else, really… What do you mean, ‘what they were’?”

Irma scoffed. “They're clearly results of some sort of genetic experimentation. A genetic mutation, even. They must have been either turtles or humans before.”

“Well,” April shifted to sit criss-cross, “if it means anything, they act a little more like turtles than people. I mean, Wit peed on me when we met.”

“OH, WHAT? Dude, that's grody!!”

April laughed. “Yeah! Remember how I didn't go to Taylor's party?”

“...you're kidding. I knew that wasn't just my hangover!”

The two girls laughed back and forth for a bit as Irma put together all the inconsistencies from the past few weeks. The turtles, specifically Wit, started listening in at some point. The rat wandered off silently as well.

As Irma calmed down from a bout of laughter, she let out a deep exhale. “You know,” she started, “I have a professor that might know more about these guys.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! Dr. Stockman is, like, a genetics mastermind. He talks sometimes about how he used to work with genetic modification. He doesn't do it anymore, but maybe he could figure out more about them.”

April hummed and considered the proposition. “Maybe I'll talk to him,” she said. “I don't want to get more people involved in this than necessary.”

“That's valid.”

Irma still felt a little weightless with all of the realizations she was making. She knew April was a good person. This, however, was a whole different ball game. She had been helping care for a family of mutants for months, with only CJ by her side. The mutants didn't look that old, either. Well, other than the rat. He looked ancient.

But April had been dedicating so much time to them.

And had completely neglected someone else.

“...so, I had some plans this Saturday,” Irma said, leaning over April's shoulder.

April's eyebrows rose. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, I was actually gonna meet up with Caseyyy at the paaark…” Irma straightened back up, leaning over the other way and letting her head hang.

April inhaled sharply as her eyes widened. “Oh my- I totally forgot about that…”

“I'm not going, though,” Irma stated bluntly.

“What?” April squinted at her. “Why not? You never dip out on plans!”

“Dios mio, you're right!” Irma gasped with mock surprise. “I guess someone has to go instead of me.”

April shifted, trying to shake off the redness in her face. “Yeah, I guess someone does…” she mumbled.

It was Irma's turn to squint now, as she dropped her shoulders. “...April.”

“You can't just expect me to meet up with her with no one else there, Irm!” April crawled over to Irma, grabbing onto her shirt and shaking her slightly. “I'm a total MESS! She's gonna think I'm weird, and she'll never want to talk to me again, or even look at me! I'll have to leave the country, move to CANADA! Do you want to condemn me to that fate?!”

“To what fate?” Irma laughed. “Free healthcare?”

“YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!”

(‘What are they talking about, Scout?’

‘...I think the redhead has a crush?’)

“Just go, okay?” Irma grabbed April's shoulder and rubbed it harshly. “I promise, Cassie wants to talk to you. I mean, you're all she asks about.”

April sat up and looked at Irma incredulously. “Wwwhat?”

“Yeah! Ever since I promised her you were going to be at that party, which you weren't,” she hissed through her teeth, “she's been begging to talk to you.” Irma leaned to the side and whispered, “And a little more, but y'know-”

“What?”

“Nothing!” Irma fumbled, regaining her normal timbre easily. “Just do it, Roja. I'll take it as my payment for saving tortugito's leg.”

April looked over to the turtles who were all staring at their conversation intently.

Irma was many things, but she was not a liar.

“Okay,” April sighed, and a smile immediately hit Irma's face. “I'll do it, if she really wants to see me. I'll do it for her.”

Irma rolled onto her knees. “Who ya doin it for?” she egged.

“I'm doing it for her!”

“And why?!”

“Because Cassie deserves it!”

“Who does she deserve?!”

“Me, I guess!!”

“And who do YOU deserve?!”

“NOT HER!”

“...we'll get there.”

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Someplace in Manhattan, a girl was pacing in her room. Posters and shelves covered the walls, with various jersey numbers plastered everywhere. The shelves were full with trophies. Mostly small plastic ones; the bigger, real metal ones had a small case reserved for them. Hockey sticks, some broken and some untouched, were suspended on the walls with mounts and tucked away into every corner. Some posters were for underground bands, some were just papers for various events around New York that were clearly ripped off of telephone poles.

This was the room of Cassandra “Cassie” Casey Jones, and currently, she was pacing along the groove that she had been building in her carpet for months. Her body was stocky, yet short. Her dark black hair was ruffled and layered, cut in a short style atop her head that framed her slightly rounded face. Her eyes were equally dark, and they were staring down at her phone. It was turned off.

Her mind had been plagued with a single thought for months. The thought had been hiding in her mind for years now, just waiting for a time to surface and consume Cassie's every waking moment. A thought that she had tried to learn as much as she could about from her cousin, CJ. A thought that she had been chasing away with hours of extra hockey practice and anything else that could keep her brain occupied.

A thought with a name. April O'Neil.

Cassie hadn't stopped thinking about April, not since she thought she had a chance of actually spending time with her. They had spoken, sure. But that was only because CJ didn't see a text saying that Cassie was at April's to pick him up (because he had fallen asleep) and she had to come to the door. And that exchange was painfully brief.

It was the only time she had actually heard April's voice properly. She longed to hear it again.

Cassie stopped her pacing to step out on her landing. She rested her arms on the cold metal railing and took in all the city lights. The roaring sounds of New York were almost enough to make her forget.

Almost.

“You know, if someone sees you staring from their window, they might call the cops.”

Cassie whipped around at the sound of CJ's voice. He was standing smugly in her doorway, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed.

“And maybe I should call the cops on YOU, for breaking into my house!” Cassie shouted incredulously, holding a hand over her heart.

CJ just laughed and joined Cassie on the landing, leaning over the railing. Cassie returned to stand next to him.

“...you still thinking about her?” CJ asked, moving to rest on one elbow and look at his cousin.

“Of COURSE I am,” Cassie groaned, rubbing her face, “what else would I be thinking about?”

“I-unno, the complexities of FNAF lore?” CJ jabbed.

“Yeah, as if.”

“I've told you everything I could, promise,” CJ consoled, looking at the floor with a hint of guilt. “Is there really anything else you want to know?”

“So much,” Cassie whispered, looking out wistfully. “So much stupid, psycho, weirdo stuff.”

CJ laughed softly. “Like?”

“Like what her hair looks like when it's down. If it falls into waves or magically straightens out effortlessly.” Cassie propped herself up with her hands and let a smile creep onto her face. “What she likes to get from a gas station on long road trips. Why she wears bright red glasses. What songs she sings in the shower. What her hands feel like, how she…”

CJ took a step away as Cassie buried her face in her hands to scream. The sound echoed a bit, but Cassie couldn't care less. Maybe if the rest of the city knew about her affliction, then fate would actually allow them to meet. To talk. Maybe Cassie could get her answers then.

“...that might get the cops called. The screaming and the creeping.”

“SHUT THE- mmmmMMmm… shut up, Casey.”

CJ snorted. “Okay, Cassandra.”

Cassie shoved CJ so hard, he looked genuinely scared he might fall of the building. Cassie didn't feel bad, of course. “Tiny but mighty” was a title she wore with pride. CJ was able to catch himself, but that just meant he didn't escape Cassie's fury. Realizing the danger he was in, he rushed out of her room as fast as he could, giggling the whole way.

And Cassie was left alone, back thinking about that single thought. Now, the sounds of New York were pointless background noise.

A thought with a name. A beautiful, beautiful name. April. The month where the world finally wakes up from its winter stupor, allowing the people to open up again. When the plants open their eyes, when the fear of the biting cold has gone. A time that makes the world feel safe to just… be.

Cassie wanted that feeling to be hers.

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The perfect update to start pride month! Meet Cassandra Jones :)

Also, so hyped to keep making stuff for the @tmnt-fandom-family-reunion! CABIN 14!!! 🧠KRANG CORPS!🧠 I've already answered a few asks, and I am simultaneously so excited and so terrified! YIPPEE!!! 🪦🪦🪦

Chapter 5: Old Wounds 🩸->

[foreverrandomwritings]

This might be my last one…for now at least! 😂 How about “I.. don’t know how I got here.” (3) and “you’re the only thing that matters.” (2) with Rhett Abbott. Sorry the new Lew Lew content has me feral! 💙❤️

Confessions Left Unconfessed  

Summary: 2 writing prompts for my mini celebration with Rhett Abbott.

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x afab/Reader

Warnings:Swearing, alcohol, soft Rhett, little bit of angst if you squint and unspoken feelings. 

Word Count:1670

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was the pounding in your head. The second thing was how the sheets didn’t feel like your sheets. The third was that the room didn’t smell like yours. You assumed you were in your brother's room as that was the last place you remember being. However when you opened your eyes you were certain that it was not your brother's room. The worst part was that you had no clue who’s bedroom you were in. Looking around you saw trophies, ribbons, a couple stetsons, a hamper of dirty clothes with a plaid shirt hanging out, a dark wood dresser and posters of bull riding hung on the walls. 

None of those clues helped you figure out who’s room you were in because it could’ve been any guy living in Wabang. Swinging your legs to the side of the bed you looked at the bedside table next to you and noticed a bottle of tylenol and a bottle of water. You were thankful to whoever put those there and would have to thank them once you figured out who they were. Taking two pills from the bottle you took a swig of the water to swallow them. You checked your pockets for your phone but came up empty handed. Then you were making your way to the door. Opening it you realized stupidly that it was a closet and you turned around and headed for the only other door in the room. 

Once you opened the door and made your way downstairs you heard people talking. Following the voices you found the last people you expected to see. The Abbotts. You stood there staring at them blankly while they all stopped their conversation to look at you. “Good to see you up and moving Tillerson! We were starting to think you were a goner.” Royals deep gravelly voice exclaimed. Cecilia and Amy were sat next to him and both were giving you sweet smiles. Perry was on the opposite side of the table with his typical anxious look and Rhett was leaning against the counter staring at you. 

“I… don’t know how I got here.” You said slowly blinking at them. They all shared a glance between themselves before Rhett was pushing off the counter and heading straight to you. Once he was about 2 feet from you he nodded towards the door behind you. You turned around and made your way out the door. Noticing the sun was beginning to set as you walked out. Which was strange to you because you clearly remembered it barely being 10 am when you were in your brother’s room with him. Rhett motioned for you to sit down on the edge of the porch as he did the same. You looked at him wearily but still sat down with him. You hadn’t talked to Rhett in a few years so there was an awkward blanket over you two. There had never been any conflict between the two of you. You were close in age and thought it silly that your families were feuding. The both of you would often sneak off and meet in the woods near the connecting points of your ranches and would spend hours exploring together. That’s when your crush had developed for the young cowboy with dreams of being a rodeo hero just like his Pa was. 

As you both got older you realized that he was desperately in love with Maria Olivaries and you couldn't keep putting yourself through the pain of seeing the attention you wanted so badly be given to someone else. So you had slowly started to pull away from him. What you didn’t know was that the only reason he was so vocal about his feelings for Maria was because he had been in love with you for years. He was just complete shit at expressing his feelings so he decided to act like they didn’t even exist. He also never in a million years thought you would go for someone like him. Especially with the way your families behaved with one another. 

There hadn’t been any words spoken between the two of you in almost 5 years. Neither of you knew what to say to each other and both sat there in silence for what felt like hours just staring out at the barn and the acres of land you could see. It was peaceful until Rhett cleared his throat. You turned your head to face him with an arched eyebrow. 

“What did you mean by you don’t know how you got here?” He asked you.

“The last thing I remember is being in Billy’s room with him opening up a bottle of Scotch. Then I woke up and I was in what I'm assuming is your bed.” you replied to him queitly unsure of what had happened between then and now. The events of this morning playing through your head in pieces. He just nodded his head seemingly trying to think about what to say to you next. Then he was taking a deep breath and running a hand through his hair. 

“Pa and I were out at the barn stacking hay in the attic when we saw you and your horse come up from the pasture. You were slumped over the horn of your saddle. Once we got close enough we could smell the alcohol radiating off of you. We spent a couple minutes trying to wake you up but you weren’t budging. We got you down and brought you inside once we realized you were passed out cold. Perry put your horse away in one of our empty stalls in the barn. Luke called around here about an hour ago asking if we had seen you, told us you and your horse were missing and that you had left your phone behind. But we didn’t know what had happened at home so we told him no.” You sat there staring at him as a blush worked its way up from your chest to your face. To say you were embarrassed was an understatement. You couldn’t believe that that had happened. 

“I am so so so sorry. I don’t even remember getting on Baraba Jean.” then the thought occurred to you. The whole reason you had even started drinking this morning. The rodeo, which was definitely tonight which meant that Rhett was defiently missing it as it had certainly already started. You looked at Rhett with horror and shame on your face. “Oh my god, Rhett the rodeo.” you practically screamed at him with wide eyes making him flinch a little. After the initial shock of your outburst wore off he gave you the goofiest grin you’ve ever seen him sport. 

“Darlin, you're the only thing that matters.” He told you like he had said it a million times before with a slight shrug of his shoulders like it was no big deal. The only problem being he had never said those words to you. If your face was red from embarrassment earlier it was without a doubt a tomato now. “Why don’t you tell me what had you drinking so early this morning?” he spoke again as the silence between you two after his confession was making anxiety creep into his body. 

“I had a fight with my Pa this morning. I wanted to go to the rodeo with Billy but he refused to let me go. He told me he was sick of me trying to whore myself out to the cowboys down there when I need to have higher standards than some cowboy that has hit his head one too many times.” your fingers found one of your hoodie strings as you spoke to him, eyes looking at the ground. You didn’t want to see the look of pity on his face.

“I’m sorry your Pa talked to you like that.” the words came out softly wanting you to know he was truly sorry. He had known you had always had it rougher than your brothers growing up. Your father had always been very vocal about the fact that he never wanted a daughter. Rhett just wished he hadn’t let you become distant all those years ago. He could’ve done better to ease some of the pain your father had caused you over the years if he had just bucked up and told you how he felt. But he knew that now wouldn’t be the time for that. You were obviously not in a place for a love confession to be spilled on you. So he kept his mouth shut and decided he would tell you some other day. 

“Thank you for helping me Rhett. You didn’t have to help me but you did and I am very grateful for it.” you mumbled to him quietly turning to look at him again. You wished that you had never pulled away from him all those years ago. You missed the way his eyes seemed to light up a little when he looked at you. The low drawl of his voice and the quirk of his lip when he didn’t want to fully smile. You thought about telling him about the feelings you've had for him all these years but decided against it knowing you were definitely not in a place for a love confession tonight. 

So the two of you sat on his front porch until you decided to head home so your brothers would stop worrying about you. You knew Luke and Trevor would call in a whole army if they had to. You also knew that Billy wouldn’t shut up until they did. As you rode off on your horse you looked back at Rhett who had his hands in the pockets of his jeans and was rocking back and forth in his boots. You both shared the same thought at that moment. There was no way you were going 5 years without talking to each other again.

A/N:I really like the way this ended up. I’m just hoping you all like it as well. Lew Lew also has me feral. 

[chaotic-on-main]

jkjk

uhhh tell me a story about you!!!

what are ur top 5 reasons for thirsting for levi 👀

Top 5 reasons why I'm a Levi slut first and a person second (your words not mine):

1. Himbs eyes, I love his eyes. They're so aljdksjf yanno. I always describe them as hooded lmao, but I really love them. And the color of them too. might collect them and put them in a jar

2. His ARMS OH MY GOD. They're so toned. I just want him to choke me, maybe kill me a little. As a treat.

3. His voice (yes I am talking about his English dub fight me in a Walmart parking lot IDC) Matthew Mercer as Levi just does things to me okay? Okay cool.

4. His thighs. Like guys COME ON. ALDJKSJD I AM BITING. I AM CHOMPING. RIGHT INTO THEM.

5. His personality overall. This should actually be the top of the list but I just needed to get the feral thoughts out of the way. I love how cold and aloof his exterior is but on the inside is actually very caring and compassionate for others. He will protect those at the cost of his own life. Too bad for them, this stubborn idiot refuses to die.

A story about me huh? Hmm.

Tw/cw: alcohol, sexual soliciting (?), underage drinking, illegal affairs

I'll tell you about one of my favorite memories: Accidentally getting drunk then having to chase my friend's dog back into the house at 7 in the morning lmao.

This was the summer after I graduated high school. My best friend, S, and I decided to throw this little party for our just turned seniors friends. So we decided to all go bowling and then have a sleepover at said junior's house, J. Unfortunately our other friend, B, couldn't make it because he was grounded (this is important to note) so it was just the 3 of us. Everything is fine, we all suck at bowling, cool. We all start to drive over to our friend's house for the night.

EXCEPT WE WERE MISSING OUR FRIEND B SO WE DRIVE OVER TO HIS HOUSE (who lives in the same neighborhood as the friend we were staying over with) AND SNEAK HIM OUT OF HIS HOUSE. IT IS 11PM AT THIS POINT. HE BREAKS HIS WINDOW SCREEN TO ESCAPE AND JUMPS IN OUR CAR AND WE JUST DRIVE OFF.

Once settled, J (the one who we're staying with who by the way of course still lives with her parents since she's 17) then pulls out 3 half filled WATER BOTTLES (yes those plastic disposable ones) of liquor. I don't even know what was in them but it's all horrible. Anyways, I - being the mom of the group - barely have any why these two girls and one guy down it. And we're vibing. But we realize quickly that we're RUNNING OUT OF LIQUOR.

So we're coming up with a game plan to get more. Long story short (because I don't remember how it happened exactly) B says he has a contact that can get us more alcohol but we'd have to drive over to get it. Well this is a conundrum because two friends (S and J) are wasted and one doesn't know how to drive, which left me. BUT I ONLY HAD MY DRIVERS PERMIT AT THE TIME (this is a whole different story of why I couldn't legally drive until I was 18, not important right now) but I am their only option so I was like fine.

We sneak outside to S's car and try to leave but for some reason her car won't start? Like it kept stalling and then I accidentally triggered her car alarm so it was going off for a couple minutes before we were finally able to shut it off. We sit there for a couple minutes in silence, afraid we just woke up J's parents.

We didn't.

But now we're out A CAR. then our other friend B mentions we can just use his car. Which is great BUT WE HAD TO WALK 10 MINUTES TO HIS HOUSE TO GET IT. We forgot to put shoes on S's feet too apparently, I don't remember that but she does. We get to his car finally and drive off. This is my FIRST TIME DRIVING AT NIGHT. I WAS SO SCARED. BUT WE MADE IT TO THIS RANDOM STRANGER'S CONDO

So B handles it, he goes in to grab the liquor. But he's in there for a VERY LONG TIME. He finally comes back with a bottle of skyy vodka and we're like "B what the fuck too you so long." YALL. HE GAVE THIS CONTACT A BLOWJOB IN ORDER TO GET THE LIQUOR AND THATS WHY HE WAS GONE FOR SO LONG. anyways.

So we're back, we're all drinking and having fun. Might have made out with each other idk. After a while, S needs to go potty and the bathroom was actually right next to the bedroom so when you open the door, you can look into it. So she goes, she takes a while to come back. I'm like what the fuck. I'm periodically opening and closing the door to make sure she's okay and she's just throwing up in the toilet. Mind you I'm drunk, so everything is kinda running slow for me. She said she's fine when I ask so I keep checking in on her

At one point, the next time I open the door, J's mom is STANDING IN THE DOOR WAY STARING DOWN AT ME AND WHAT DO I DO?! I FUCKING CLOSE THE DOOR IN HER FACE AND LOOK OVER TO J WHILE LAUGHING AND SAYING "DUUUUDE YOUR MOM IS RIGHT OUTSIDE THE DOOR" IN THE MOST FUCKED UP SLURRED VOICE.

anyways panic ensues, mother mode takes over. S is sobbing as she usually does when she's too drunk to handle and I'm stripping her and putting her into the shower because she's a fucking mess okay? And J is drunk off her ass and her mom is trying to damage control her by making her shower too. I'm pretty sure she threw up on herself and at one point ran down the stares ass naked? I don't know. B is passed out on the bed by the way.

There's also this point in time but idk where it lines up but J's dog got out and we had to chase it through the neighborhood while being drunk off our asses at 7am. A running couple came by and asked if we needed help and I was like "nah we're good" but I'm pretty sure they could tell we were drunk. Like we probably looked like a fucking mess. This happened before J's mom found us tho. The sun was fucking out y'all.

We didn't get home until maybe 3pm because we slept in. our cover up story of why we felt and looked sick to our parents was because of food poisoning from the bowling alley.

Anyways. Long story short kids, drink responsibly. I wanna note I am no longer this person, btw.

I uh. A lot has happened to me before the age of 21.

[kimchokejin]

this is about me/my blog i guess

howdy! 🤠 thanks for stopping by. this is a bts hate blog. i reblog a lot of gif sets, memes, text posts, etc. and talk too much in the tags. i don’t really make things aside from what’s already here

most of my personal info is already in my description so i’m honestly not sure what to say lol. i have tag game stuff and posts that resonated with me if you’re just trying to get a ~vibe~ but if you want to know more about me for some reason, feel free to message! sometimes i can take a long time to respond but i do like to talk to people! especially about bts or just music in general

believe it or not i am an adult 😬 so just in case i would like to ask that minors don’t follow/interact. sometimes i say things on here that i don’t think i should say in front of minors and i don’t want to put anyone here (including myself) in an uncomfortable position. thank you for understanding!

also just a heads up that i am white if that informs your decision of whether or not or how to interact. if you are white and reading this and have never heard of white supremacy culture (which is so much more prevalent and sinister than i think a lot of us realize), please check out this website (that blew my mind tbh and i’m just not sure how many people have seen this masterpiece?) and let’s talk about it 😊

ummm this was my result for my bts personality quiz that i am still embarrassed about yet still trying to improve. as you can see i project onto taekook a LOT luv u babes <3

ummmm i also made a bts song ranker

THAT’S_MY_(a few months ago)_OPINIOOOOOOON.gif

a long, unrequested, incomplete but occasionally updated list of things i will NEVER shut up about:

disaster libra jimin

rm drunk tweets

hobi’s (alleged) joints

tae’s espn

jin’s masochism

expensive girl namjoon interviewing pharrell for rolling stone knowing in the back of his mind that expensive girl exists and will never be deleted from the internet

yoongi being THAT fucking funny and no one noticing

namjoon never having some goddamn peace and quiet…ever.

vmin in the rm studio tour vlive

foreheard jin

feral tae

fluffy blonde jimin (my greatest weakness)

jin’s shoulders

namjoon spoiling everything

hobi’s frog doll with the tiny penis

namjoon. like just look at him i'm sorry

jungkook making fun of rrrrap monsta in the year 2021 namtaekook making fun of jimin's dance move in save me in the year 2022

daydream hobi SHORT HAIRED HOBI MORE MV HOSEOK YTC IN BUSAN HOBI

“let the beat in”

alt boy gen z icon jk

happy yoongi :)

lachimolala/carobonara (still)

tae in the glass case (and namjoon’s face)

tae having “just one bite” (and namjoon’s face)

jimin shy dancing

jin setting off fireworks in the morning

vmin sticker betrayal

rm putting rap monster as his legal name

rm insisting his sweatshirt is on right side out when the pockets were literally inside

rm not knowing they’re live

the spanking game

j-hope’s “keep one rolled” shirt J-HOPE’S CONDOM SHIRT

but also the whole keep one rolled/legalize it/heroin trifecta

when rm asked bts what food they liked in america that they couldn’t get in korea

jinmin fart skit

rm saying wow to yoongi’s butt

bts trying to cheat on taped run episodes

jungkook getting caught taking jimin’s tissue

tae pretending to get drunk off a water bottle?

anpanman 180524 (rip namjoon)

“oh hyuuuuung” *finger guns*

SHE SAID SHE SAID SHE SAID SHE’S FROM HAWAII

tata mic

“yeah baby i’m nervous!”

namjoon learning and growing over time <3

the lies behind your eyes fake love cover

the bwl dance set to juice by lizzo

this picture of 2seok

the memetic capabilities of the tragically overlooked bts hybe-sanctioned animated fanfiction universe story app

[jolapeno]

Hiiiii!

I told you I’d be back 😂😂

I’m here with a 👄 but it’s more of a Q than a singular thot so….. here goes hahah

I’m currently suffering a back injury (my washing machine broke and so I thought I could tilt this mf all on my own and fix it but BOY was I wrong, and now I’m in ✨a g o n y✨)

So as I was (trying) to help my mum rip up linoleum (cos ukno, I’m an idiot who doesn’t know when to quit) all I could think about was how DMY Frankie would NEVER allow me to do this 😂 bc he’s probably had his fair share of throwing his back out and knows the pain (good god Jo I am SHIVERING all over with it how do people cope? 😂)

You’re only trying to help bc the washing machine leaked with the last wash that YOU put on so you feel responsible (even tho it was going to crap out eventually, it’s not been sounding great) so instead of adding to his long to-do list you thought ‘how hard can ripping up linoleum with a thrown out back be?’ and got to work.

He’d catch you in the middle of rolling up the floor or ripping out the beading and he’s just be like ‘carino what are you doing?’ And you’d try to hide that your back is done in but ofc he’d notice and he’d immediately get to work helping you to stand and rest and getting you pain killers and hot water bottles and deep heat gel or patches, the works 🥹

So that’s what’s going through my head rn! And my Q to you is, how would YOUR Pedro boys react to a similar injury? Would ILTWY Frankie tease you about how you injured your back? Would LNT Javi carry you to bed (👀 there’s the feral thots beginning)? What about HTCU Javi? Your choice of P-boy(s) seeing as it’s your birthday! 🎉

This got way out of hand omg I’m sORRY 🤣

none of them would tease until you felt better because they’re WAYYY to protective and worrisome for that. but, they’d try to make it easier for you.

LNT Javi would get you either a cold compress or a water bottle—offer you a massage and then make sure you’re super comfy on the sofa or in bed.

ILTWY Frankie would be immediately there with pain meds, food and whatever your fave drink. and then he’d go fix your machine for you, so you don’t have to worry about it. because he’s just like that. and he also makes sure you know next time, you call him.

and never apologise, my inbox is always open 🍊🩷✨

[improudofyousammy]

Dean and Hell 1/??

The story is simple: Dean sells his soul and a year later his contract is up and a Hellhound comes for his soul. In most series, that would be the end of the story. However, four months later, Dean is brought back to life by Castiel an claws his way out of his grave. And then seemingly goes back to life as normal.

WHAT?!

You just came back from Hell my guy. And clawed your way out of your own grave. How are you able to just go on business as usual? The show gives us a couple moments of weakness but otherwise Dean is A-Okay making jokes and back to normal.

Absolutely not. I have some questions here.

Why didn't Sam burn him? Every other hunter we have seen in the series gets burned. It's like -- a symbol of honor (and later to make sure they don't come back from the dead) kind of like a Viking funeral. So why did Sam deny his brother that? Why did he bury him in the middle of nowhere, no guarantee he would even remember where that cross is. Literally in the middle of nowhere with a wooden cross that would eventually rot in the rain and sun. Sammy, you can do better.

Dean went to HELL!! Now I know Hell has never actually been scary in Supernatural. In fact it has been downright pathetic and I can name several shows that do Hell better. (I will writing a post on my own thoughts of what Hell is at some point) But we are talking Hell! This place that is supposed to be so horrible we can't wrap our heads around it. Think about it, how many people can tell you 100% what Hell is like? No one. They just say -- it's bad. Like really bad. You're going to tell me that Dean can come back from that place and be normal? In Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel gets sent to Hell and comes back in season 3. HE IS FERAL! He doesn't even remember what it means to be human. But Dean just walks and gets a bottle of water? Really? That is your first thought?

Where the hell did he get the strength to do any of this? My guy was dead for four months! Now I know you can go 'but Shadow it's a TV show'. Yeah yeah I get it. But come on! He is just gonna walk to Bobby's after being dead for four months? There is no consequences for this? No muscle issues? No stomach pains? No balance issues? He headaches? My guy, you were dead! You were a corpse! And I'm not even mentioning the less than dignified things that happen when you die.

ABSOLUTELY NOT! You could argue that because he was brought back by an angel his body was put back to where it was before he was dead. Fine, I guess. But what about his mind? My guy went through decades of TORTURE! And Torturing other people. And I am not talking military/interrogation torture. I am talking torture you could never wrap your head around. Things humans wouldn't do to each other because well these are demons, not humans. Things your worst nightmares could not come up with. And yet -- we have no PTSD? We have a moment where we look in the mirror, we freak out a little over Alistair, and we cry to Sam. THAT IS IT!

No. No. No. No.

TLDR; Dean has PTSD at least from going to Hell and back. And I will FIGHT YOU. If you say otherwise.

[hertzwritings]

Working out the kinks

A/N: What can I do, it’s smut-weekend my loves, and that means that my most trusted companion, @staysluttymyfriends97​ and I have been going over ideas – and that’s always good for me and my brain. Hope y’all enjoy it, and thank you, darling, for giving me this idea!

ALSO THIS IS A VERY DOM/SUB FIC, AND I MEAN IT - THIS IS REALLY WORKING WITHIN DYNAMICS OF THAT SO BE AWARE. 

You can buy me a coffee here, and I’ll write you a personalized drabble, one-shot or multichapter fic – the sky is the limit for the content!

I love y’all so much and thank you so much for sticking with me. I cannot believe that so many of you read my brainfarts and loves them as much as I do. I really can’t thank you guys enough. Remember, feedback feeds the soul and my requests – and askbox – are always open – there’s no limits, because I am me, and I have none.

MASTERLIST

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Pairing: Henry Cavill x female reader

Warnings: language, smut (minors DNI), Dom!Henry, daddy-kink, sir-kink, spitting, use of vibrator, choking, Feral!Henry, overstimulation, p in v, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, aftercare, Sub!Reader, Dom/Sub!dynamics, slight dumbification, degradation, rough sex and probably something else, honestly at this point I cannot figure out how many things to warn about

Wordcount: 5.381 (SORRY)

 Working out the kinks

You glanced at Henry, his teeth worrying the tip of a pen as he read over several pages worth of security-intel; it was Comic-Con-week which meant an awful lot of preparation, a lot of late hours and a lot of papers to be signed.

You stretched, trying your best not to seem bothered by the chair that made your back feel slightly off, and returned your gaze to the five different itineraries for different dates, places and panels. So much work went into all of this, and even though you had worked with celebrities before, the level of things Henry had to do, was overwhelming in comparison.

  You heard his chair scrape against the floor and the low grunt, that sent sparks right to your core, when he stretched, before he moved to the kitchen, Kal trotting after him. You didn’t pay it all that much attention, simply kept pouring over the massive amounts of paperwork stacked unsteadily on your desk.

A bottle of water, held by thick fingers suddenly hovered in front of your face. You frowned and bit your lip subconsciously, seeing the droplets of water gently follow the curve of his fingers; you very much liked looking at those. The thought of what they might be able to do to you, if you ever got bold enough to ask, made you squirm a little. You took the bottle of water with a smile and looked up at him; he was towering over you, wide and imposing, as he looked down at you with a hint of a smile on his lips. “Drink.” You swallowed thickly. “Thank you. I’ve been so deeply in this that I completely…” “Forgot. I know, darling.” “Thank you, Cavill.” “You can call me Henry, we’ve been over this.” He said, crossing his arms. You grinned and unscrewed the cap of the bottle. “And as I’ve gone over several times, I would prefer to call you Sir or Mr. Cavill. That’s why we settled on Cavill, remember?” You said before taking a sip of water. You had indeed forgotten to drink, and if it wasn’t for Henry making sure you ate and drank at the right times, you’d probably be halfway to the grave by now. “You’re truly impossible. We’ve worked together for a long time, and you still don’t think me familiar enough to use my first name?” he asked with a ghost of a smile on his lips.

Truthfully, you were more than familiar enough with him to call him Henry – in all honestly, everybody else you’d worked for before had been called by their first name, but something about him just seemed to command respect and a title. Maybe it was the lack of sex, seeping through and letting the submissive you through, maybe he was just that kind of man. At any rate, you weren’t going to call him by first name. “How many times must I ask you to call me Henry?” He asked, as he sat down in his own chair across from yours. “At least once more, sir.” His eyes flashed and you sucked in a sharp breath. “Sorry, Cavill.” “Good girl.” There was no reason for you to react to that. None at all. You shouldn’t react to it. But Goddamnit, your body betrayed you completely and the smallest of whimpers tumbled from the back of your throat, and you had to rub your thighs together.

Maybe you should go back on Tinder because this was insanity. An hour passed before any sounds came to be in the small office; Henry had by accident pushed his pencilholder to the ground, the pens and pencils tumbling to the floor – his eyes found yours and you were on it in a flash. On your knees, you gathered the different pens and pencils, finally collecting them all and pushed them inside of the holder again, before setting it back on the table; you hadn’t really realized how close you were to him, because when you looked up, still on your knees, you found his knees right in front of you, and searching higher, a pair of blue eyes that seemed slightly darker. This was a compromising position, which wasn’t your thing. You scrambled to your feet, smoothing your skirt down and cleared your throat. “Oh, your mother called earlier.” You said in a high voice. “She mentioned something about Suzanne?” You said, sitting back in your own chair. He rolled his eyes. “Every few weeks, she tries this. I mention once that I want children one day, and then she’s a vulture.” He groaned. “You can take a break. Go move your legs, eat…” He looked at you sternly. “And then we’ll get back to it after I have a very pointed conversation with my mother.” “Are you sure? I mean, we still have a lot of work to do, I can wait…” “Y/N. Food, relax. Go.” You smiled. “Alright. Be nice to her, she just wants grandkids.” You said, grinning at him. “And I want kids, but I’m not ready for my mother to start setting me up on dates.” He grimaced. “Who knows, you might find someone that fits you just right through her.” You left the room, but you heard the muttering under his breath – you didn’t catch what he said but paid it no mind. When you were settled on the barstool in his kitchen with a salad on a plate in front of you, you pulled your phone out to several messages from your friend, asking you to call. You were on personal time, so it shouldn’t be a problem.

He picked up after the third ring. “Hey, bitch. Ever coming home?” You rolled your eyes at him. “Here I thought you wanted to hear more of my very interesting life. I had a conversation with a cater today, if you must know.” “Pish-posh. Hey, okay, I saw something, and I need your input.” You grinned. “This is leading to the kink-game, isn’t it?” You heard a loud – and fake – scoff in the other end. “What, me? I would never. I did see something interesting…” “Alright, I’ll bite.” You said, biting down on an olive. “What did you see?” “Okay, so I saw a thing on Tumblr about Chris Evans. Someone, well a few people, apparently, thinks he’s a hard sub.” “…. No, come on. Chris Evans?” “Yup. Agree?” You could hear the smirk. This game had been going on for the better part of your friendship with Grim, discussing the different kinks and pleasures, celebs might have – Grim thought it even more fun now, since you’d worked with and for a few of them. “Alright, fine. No. I think he’s a bratty dom. Oh, and he has a praise-kink, giving or receiving.” Grim laughed. “You think he has a praise-kink?” “Sure, I do. You should have seen him once I accidentally said good boy to Dodger, but he thought I was talking to him.” Grim laughed. “Hmm… Who else?” Grim poured something in a glass. “OH! Sebastian Stan.” “Oh, easy. He has a serious daddy-kink.” You answered with a flick of your wrist. “Oh, and he likes spitting.” “Dude…” “What? You asked!”   “Jesus, you’re dirty. What about Hiddleston? He’s such a proper gentleman, doing Shakespeare and shit.” You laughed. “I think that Tom Hiddleston is a dirty talker. All the way.” “That wouldn’t surprise me. I think Hemsworth is a real’ good Daddy-dom, if I’m being honest.” You chuckled and drank a little of your water.  

“No, Hemsworth is a himbo who likes to have his hair pulled and be praised. He’s either a switch or a full-on sub.” You laughed with Grim, who wholeheartedly agreed. “Okay, right… Cavill?” You rolled your eyes.   “Grim, you know I’m not going to answer that.” “Come ooooon!” He whined. “No, because I’m working for him. Imagine how…” You sighed. “What, is he in the room, and that’s why you can’t talk about it?” “No, he’s very insistent that I’m taking a break.” “Then please, tell me. I want to know what you’re observing, you’ve got an in! And those arms…” Grim made the most obscene sound you’d ever heard. “Fine, okay, alright, as long as you never make that noise at me again.” You grimaced. “Fine, promise! Give me the juice.” Grim said eagerly. “I don’t know, he doesn’t really give off kink-vibes, you know?” “Bitch, you’re such a liar! Have you seen his arms and his angry face? Man’s a Dom, and you know it.” You laughed. “No, no way in hell. He’s too nice to be a dom. Or daddy. Or any iterations thereof.” You mulled it over – yeah, you’d like for him to be one, but he was so… Nice. Too nice.

“I mean it, he’s too nice and proper. You know in the British way. He might have an attitude, that leads you to think that, but...”   “Ah, he’s the wrong nice. Not the secret-badass-who-can-give-you-a-bruise-the-size-of-his-fist-nice.” “Exactly. I think Mr. Cavill is a very nice, proper man, who likes… I don’t know, soft, cuddly sex. Maybe he’ll pull your hair every blue moon.” You said with a shrug. “Honest to God? Really? He just seems so…” Grim trailed off. “No, honestly… I mean, I wish. Do you have any idea how quickly I’d drop to my knees for that man?” “Babes, same. God, he would only have to look at me, honestly.” You laughed. “Yes, exactly. God, he has the biggest hands, and those arms? I’m convinced he’d be able to hold me to a wall, feet dangling, with just one arm.” You quieted a little, finally thinking of something. “You know what, he might have a breeding kink, but I think that’s mainly because he wants a family.” You finally said. “Babe…” “Don’t babe me.” You scoffed. “You’re down bad, aren’t you?” Grim said with a barely concealed laugh. “You want him to just throw you around, spank your ass and call you his good girl.” “He already called me that earlier.” “WHAT?” “He didn’t mean anything by it. It just kind of slipped out, I think.” You sighed and rubbed your neck.

“I literally turned into a Slip’N’Slide when he said it. That’s why I insist on being so formal around him. How good would the other thing look? I can’t exactly be drooling over him while working neck to neck with him, can I?” Grim sighed. “Oh, the eternal struggle of being a horny bitch with willpower.” You laughed and glanced at the clock. You heard a rustle behind you but saw nothing – probably Kal who had tried to see if there were scraps for him. “Listen, I gotta go. Talk later?” You asked, bringing your plate to the sink. “Sure thing, babe.”

You hung up and tried to get yourself together – yes, it was a slip of the tongue, and he didn’t mean anything by it. It was fine. Going back to work was going to be just fine. You said down in your chair and began flicking through papers. “We should consider lodgings as well.” you said and flicked your hair behind your ears. “Ah, what are you thinking, darling?” He asked, folding his sleeves up and curling them around his forearms; you swallowed thickly, your mouth suddenly very dry as you saw the veins bulging out. “Uhm… Well, you need your own space, I’ve never met a man messier…” “Is that so?” His voice had dropped. Your eyes flittered back to his and your chest heaved. He took a sip of coffee, that had long gone cold. “A-and we need to figure out a space for Kal. I need to be with you some of the days to keep track of everything, so I can’t have him all the time.” “And you?” He stood up, his demeanor very different from what you’d previously seen from him, and it definitely had an impact; you felt weirdly charged with energy. “Where are you going to stay? He said it as a challenge almost. “Well, I suppose at another room.” He let the pen in his fingers drop to the ground, your eyes following it and her fingers twitched. “Darling, will you pick that up for me?” He asked her in a slow voice. You hesitated. “You’re…” “Now, dear.” You looked at him with a stuttering breath – the control and command in his voice was insane, and you barely had time to think before you were on your knees and handed it to him; you looked up at him with wide, glossy eyes. He smiled gently to you and ghosted his thumb over your cheekbone. It made you shiver and your core wet again – you were ruining your panties at this rate.   “Thank you. Stand.” He got back behind his desk, sitting down with no other words, and you let out a shaky breath. What the hell was that?

And that went on. For an hour, then two. You constantly had to stop yourself from telling him yes, sir every time he asked something, and the tension was as thick as a brick wall. You very certain your seat under you had grown wet, because he constantly sent you a surveying gaze, almost as if he was sizing you up.

Finally, you decided to speak, putting your pen down. The sun had set behind you. “Uh… Sir, I…” You cleared her throat. “Is something wrong?” You asked in a small voice. He shrugged, stood up and took a step towards you. Oh, no, you wouldn’t be able to handle him leaning over your desk, not again.   It was immediate; you stood up like he had pulled a string at the top of your head, swallowing and breathing superficially with your eyes trained on him. “I don’t know. You tell me, darling, have I let any inclinations towards my kinks out, yet?” He asked, moving another step closer. “Oh, no, you heard that.�� You whispered defeatedly. He simply raised his eyebrows and took another step. The room wasn’t that big, and he was one step away from being chest to chest with you. You were pressed against the wall.   “I did.” “I am so sorry. That was entirely unprofessional, I’ll get my things.” You said dejectedly, beginning to move to gather your belongings from the desk. “Why on earth are you doing that?” He asked, bewildered. You frowned as you looked at him, your cheeks burning with shame “Uh, because… You’re going to fire me?” You said slowly. “Why would I fire you?” he asked, now extremely confused. He was still too close, his cologne drowning out whoever controlled the logical part of your brain, letting the submissive gremlin who lived in the back of your mind to truly show.

“Well… Because I talked about your presumed kinks?” You answered, clearly just as confused as him. He stepped closer to you, now with less wide strides – he was close, but not quite touching you yet. The wall was cold against your back. “Oh, darling no. I was trying to tell you how very wrong you were.” He said, finally standing to his full height, his chest against yours. You were breathing superficially and fast, your hands trembling. “Oh?” “Tell me… Are you going to be a good girl for me, love?” he whispered, his face lowering to yours. You nodded once – there was no going back now.   “Yes, sir.” She whispered back before their lips touched.

The reaction was immediate; you mewled, he growled and held you tightly, caged between his body and the wall. His tongue was demanding on yours, the kiss all teeth and tongue, and you were taken aback but just how commanding he was. The energy rolled off his shoulders in waves, and you were trembling against him, trying to keep up. His hand found your hair and tangled in it, before he tugged hard, forcing you to look up at him, small, pitiful whimpers falling from your lips, desperate for more. “Fuck, you’ve wanted this, haven’t you?” he mumbled against your lips. You whimpered again and he grabbed your chin roughly, pinning you in place with his fingers. His eyes locked on yours, searching them for any signs of you not wanting this. When he didn’t find it, he smirked. “You need to use your words, darling, or I won’t touch you. Got it?” You nodded eagerly but caught yourself quickly. “Yes, sir.” “There’s my good girl.” You preened under his praise, and he couldn’t help the smile on his face. He kissed you again, rougher this time, hands moving from the wall to your waist, his fingertips bruising against your heated skin – you mewled and rolled your hips against him, trying to gain leverage and get him to fucking do something. “No, little girl, you’re not in charge here.” He mumbled, fingers hard against your skin. You whimpered a small fuck and he twitched against his trouser clearly enough for you to feel it. “Please, let me touch…” You mumbled, trying to get a hold of him, but he bucked his hips away from you with a deathly grin. “I am in charge, baby girl. You need to behave.” He said slowly, rubbing gentle circles on your scalp, where he had tugged your hair. You were in turmoil – you loved the feeling of his fingers against your scalp, but you just couldn’t help yourself. You opened your eyes and cocked an eyebrow.   “Or what?” You challenged – the lust was clear in your words, and your lower lip jutted out in defiance. It was all it took to make him go absolutely feral.

He growled and hoisted you up, grabbing a tight hold under your ass and threw you over his shoulder. You squealed as he began carrying you to the bedroom, your feet dangling helplessly. “Put me down, I’m too heavy, you’ll dislocate something!” You screamed, terrified of hurting him. He simply chuckled. “I thought you believed I could pin you against the wall, feet dangling, with just one arm?” He flung the door to the bedroom open and didn’t put you down, not even when he sat down on the bed – he held you tightly to his body as he lowered you, placing you on his lap with your knees on either side of you, his eyes focused on how the swell of your chest had been covered in goosebumps. “Now… You want to test me, darling?” he asked. His voice was low, dripping with danger, and you responded to it immediately; you rolled her hips and your eyes closed in anticipation. “You want to play games with me, darling, games you shall have.” He gave you a good-natured slap on your ass, clearly holding back, which caused a series of giggles to cascade from your lips – he grinned as well and slowly inched you off him. You stood in front of him with wide, lustblown eyes. “Strip.” You weren’t one to disobey. You slowly began removing layers of clothing, silently condemning yourself for wearing this many layers - buttons popped open on your shirt, and when the zipper opened on your skirt, you heard the faintest groan from him. You weren’t nervous or even shy, not with him. He had an air of comfort around him, which made it all the easier to stand almost naked in front of him.   “You trust me?” he asked sincerely, giving you a way out, if you needed it. There wasn’t a day in your life, you’d want to back out of this. “Yes, sir.” Your voice didn’t waver, and your eyes were trained on his. “Good. On my lap, darling.” You understood him perfectly, laying down across his lap, ass sticking up. You were dripping wet, but he didn’t comment on it. “You’re going to test me, you’re getting punished. Count them.” You steadied your breathing as he gently let his hand warm up your ass with gentle strokes. “Move once, and I start over. Whine once, and I start over. Beg me once, and I’ll give you double. Understood?” His voice was eerily calm, and your pussy clenched around nothing in anticipation. A thought passed you; you were here, there wasn’t any going back, so you might as well go all out. “Yes, daddy.” The effect was as expected; he growled, you felt him twitch in his pants, and his grip on your ass tightened. “Good, baby.”

Before you had time to brace yourself, his hand smacked against your skin, but it wasn’t as bad as you thought it’d be – he was either going easy on you or didn’t have more to give. Either way, you liked it, although you did want more. “One.” You counted, a little breathless. The next two were just as easy as the first to handle, the sting barely there. “You good, darling?” he asked. You almost wanted to scoff – if he thought you couldn’t handle more than this, he was dead wrong. Which led you to a pretty devious plan; you were sure it was going to get you in trouble, but hey, that’s where you wanted to be.

In trouble.

You turned your head to look at him, widened your eyes innocently and smiled. “You slap like a sub.” You were not expecting the reaction to the words. He roared and pulled you from his lap, throwing you on the bed and his large hand found your chin, holding you down. “Oh, baby, I need to dumb you down, don’t I?” You whined and his eyes flared. “Move a fucking muscle and you won’t be able to move for the foreseeable future, got it?” You nodded. Shit, you thought he was a soft dom, but you had been very, very wrong. He was a hard, strict dom. You didn’t dare move a single muscle as he let your face go, turning to his closet while a hand unbuttoned his shirt, roughly pulling the tie off and letting it fall to the floor. He rustled with something and turned back to you with a devious smile on his face, his hands full of rope and a vibrating wand.

Fuck.  

He leaned over you and kissed you deeply, soothing your nerves. “Color?” He asked genuinely. You smiled. “Greenest green.” You answered just as honestly. He grinned and let his face fall back into his dom-look. “Arms up.” You obeyed easily, trusting him completely. He tied your arms above your head and to the headboard and grinned down at you. His fingers hooked on the waistband of your panties. “Attached to these?” He asked. “I mean, they were…” The fabric tightened against your skin before ripping loudly. “Henry!” You gaped at him, but he just raised his eyebrow at you. “I’ll buy you a new pair.” He went to your ankles, tying them to opposite ends of the bed, spreading your legs. You were heaving heavily, watching his fingers with weary eyes; he cracked his knuckles before going to his back pocket and pulled a flogger out – it was leather and looked wildly expensive. “Count. Them.” He spat at you, the drops landing on your stomach, and you whined at the feeling.

Before you had time to do anything, the flogger landed on your bare sex, the loud crack of the ends meeting skin echoing around the room. You mewled and twisted your body, tears welling in your eyes, but the pain wasn’t unbearable – the stinging turned to arousal quickly. “One.” You breathed out. You were trembling under his gaze. The flogger hit your inner-thighs, your dripping pussy, your breasts and your stomach several times, leaving red welts in their wake; your voice was almost gone by the time he finished, your legs shaking – you were wet enough to feel it pooling under you. He hummed appreciatively as he saw your slick and turned the wand on – you were practically drooling at the sight. “You don’t get to cum until I say so.” He warned, putting it gently on your clit. You almost screamed at the stimulation, your entire body buzzing with arousal. He grinned deviously at you. “Now, kitten… Open.” He tapped your lips once with his thick finger and you followed his directions, trying to keep your body still under the buzzing of the wand – it proved impossible, and you tried to twist yourself a little, desperate to press it harder against your clit; he chuckled as he opened his trousers. “No, little one. Stay.” You whimpered and fell back against the bed. He pulled his cock out and your eyes rolled back at the sight, saliva pooling in your mouth. You had an inkling that he was thick and long, but this? Oh, this was almost too much to look at. He was thick and throbbing, his fingers barely meeting around the shaft. He was long as well, the head an angry red and dripping precum. “Open your mouth and let me fuck it until you’re done being such a fucking brat.” You nodded and opened your mouth as wide as you could; the constant buzzing on your clit sent you into overdrive and you bucked your hips. He ran a hand down your face before grabbing you in a chokehold. “Behave.” His voice was dripping with danger. “Yes, daddy.” You moaned as your legs shook with the strain of holding back. He edged his cock inside of your mouth, inch by inch sinking into your throat, until you gagged around him. He hummed and pulled back slightly, his hand in your hair – you moaned and he lost the careful control he had of himself.

He rutted into you, his thick cock filling your throat completely; he was moaning and grunting as he began to fuck your mouth deeply – you gagged around him, tears flooding your cheeks, but he kept going. You felt him twitch and your jaw was tight, as he pushed a little further in. He smirked down at you and his hand caressed your face, making you preen. “Look at you, swallowing my cock so well, darling… Such a good little whore for me, aren’t you?” You found his eyes and whimpered around his cock. “Good, obedient whore for me, darling…” His words paired with the vibrator humming away would have been enough to send you over the edge, but you were desperately trying to hold it off; you wanted to please him, despite your entire body shaking as he fucked your mouth relentlessly. “Good girl, taking me so well…” His hand moved from your cheek to your nose, where he pinched your nostrils, cutting your air of. You choked around his cock, spit drippling from your chin as he fucked your mouth deeply. “You want to cum, darling? Want to cum with my cock in your throat?” You whimpered again and spots appeared in your vision: “Fucking cum.” He let go of your nose and pulled his cock out of your throat as you exploded in pleasure; you were screaming in pleasure and overstimulation as you came, wave after wave of pleasure rippling through your body. You were barely breathing when you came down again, slowly becoming aware that he had undone the restraints during your orgasm. You wanted to jump his motherfucking bones, but he stood at the edge of the bed, now finally naked, and any ideas to do anything died in your head as you saw him naked.

He was a fucking god.

He lunged for you, holding on to you tightly and tugged your ass down to the edge of the bed, letting your legs dangle on either side of him; he locked eyes with you as he lined himself up with your dripping pussy. “I want to fill you, darling.” He whispered darkly before plunging inside of you, stretching you beyond what you thought was possible. You couldn’t make a sound, gasping for air as he bottomed out, the stretch of his thick cock felt like it was about to split in you in half. “Fuck, you’re tight… Look how well you’re taking me love… letting me stretch this little pussy to fit me.” His fingers found your throat and squeezed. “You’re mine, got it?” he mumbled. “Yes, daddy…” You mewled and rolled your hips, waiting for him to fucking move. He didn’t have to be told twice. He drew back before slamming inside of you deeply, fucking you with a vigor, you didn’t think possible for anyone – he was squeezing your throat and fucked you, his thick cock dragging against your walls, and you were utterly powerless against him. You were moaning his name like a broken record. “Who owns you? You fucking whore, you’re my little cum-slut, aren’t you?” “You, daddy, you own me!” you managed to stutter, another orgasm approaching quickly. He lost himself completely in the feeling of you, fucking you deeply. “Can I cum, please, please, please…” You writhed under him, and your nails dug into his chest. He roared and tightened his grip on your throat. “You want to cum on my cock, darling? Yeah, you want to make daddy’s cock wet?” You nodded as much as you could, your eyes locked on his. They were darkened with lust. “Cum on me, baby, fucking soak me.” How were you to disobey? You came with a silent scream, your body shaking as the orgasm hit you like a freight train – it was the most intense feeling, you’d ever had run through your body and you wanted to pass out as he fucked you through it. You didn’t have a chance to breathe, let alone gather your bearings, before he leaned over you and kissed you; the kiss was different, a juxtaposition to the wild and raw sex, the way his cock still pumped in and out of you. It was soft, deep and meaningful and it made you gush even harder around his length, drawing him deeper. “Want me to fill you? Want me to cum deep inside of you, pump you full of me?” he whispered against your lips. “Yes.” The answer was clear – you grabbed his neck and pulled his head towards you, kissing him again as his rhythm stuttered for a brief second. “Fill me, daddy.”

He roared and hips stilled as he shot ropes of hot cum inside of you, painting your walls white; you were both panting, placing sloppy kisses wherever you could, finally letting your lips meet in a breathless, sated kiss.

 It took several minutes to calm down, your hearts slowing down; he pulled out of you gently and went to his bathroom to grab a washcloth. He began to clean you, but you stopped him, pulling his face to yours and kissed him. “No. I’d like to shower… With you.” You asked slowly, almost scared of his answer. he smiled broadly. “How about a bath? Then some food and water?” You realized something when he said that, and as he helped you sit up, you smiled at him. “Wait, the water and the food and the breaks… That was all your dom-side, wasn’t it?” He blushed. Henry fucking Cavill, the man that had fucked you raw with almost violent and feral dominance, blushed. “Yeah… I mean, you have always been bad at eating and drinking. You just always looked at me with those eyes and said thank you in that whispered way, and it just… Turned it on, I suppose.” You smiled and caught his wrist, brining it to your lips and kissed it. “Do you mind that I did it?” He asked sincerely. “Not at all. I guess I just hadn’t put the pieces together, really.” You answered him as he gently pulled you to unsteady feet and held you tightly, slowly removing your bra. “Sorry for ruining your underwear.” He said with a shy grin. You raised an eyebrow. “Did it look like I cared?” You asked with a satisfied grin. “Not at all.” You kissed his shoulder as he rubbed gentle circles on your back, leading you to his giant bathroom.

“I guess we worked out the kinks, then.” You snickered. He chuckled and turned to face you with darkened eyes and a soft kiss to your cheek. “Oh, darling, you’ve only seen half of it.”

You grinned widely.

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[lynxgriffin]

DELTARUNE Chapter 2 Thoughts!!!

WOOO OKAY I stayed up WAY too late trying to finish Deltarune Chapter 2 last night!! It took me awhile because I suck at video games, but I finally did it!

While I normally type up commentary as I play first time, I didn’t get the chance to do that here, so I’ll get down all my general thoughts here!

Unspoilery thoughts: loved it, knew I would, will need to replay soon to see what all I missed, and am excited for whatever’s next!

SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 2 under the cut!!

(These are just as I think of them, not in any particular order!)

Okay overall I can see why this took two years and a much larger team to complete, the second chapter is SO much more expansive and heavy on scene-specific animations! It all looks SO GOOD

I already love Susie but now I love her even more, her expressions were SO GOOD

Susie has a (little nubby) tail confirmed?? That’s adorable

Okay this game is definitely reading the chapter 1 data, which I find interesting because I didn’t obtain it through Steam last time

But like, I gave the “Susie eats chalk” response to Noelle last time, and in chapter two she gave Susie the box of chalk, so awwww!

Also I missed Onionsan in my initial computer playthrough, so they didn’t show up this time, just got a moment of Susie and Kris sitting by the river together!

I find it REALLY interesting that while Ralsei is a Darkner, apparently he can jump around to other Dark Worlds whereas other Darkners like Lancer and Rouxls can’t so much…hmmm!

It was so nice to see everyone filling out the town now, though!

Noooo Susie probably doesn’t have her own room at home, awwww

Kris just casually jumping up to the classroom and bringing everyone back tho, perfect

Was right on there being multiple dark worlds in other locations, but honestly that part’s the least surprising to me, that always seemed like a pretty standard path to take!

The werewires were creepy and great; difficult to battle tho

QUEEN IS MY NEW FAVORITE

EVERY LINE OF HERS WAS A+

I’m so glad that I didn’t really go anywhere with Jevil’s line about the Queen in PT; nothing I came up with could’ve topped Queen being an absolute acid trip of an antagonist in this chapter

NOELLE SO SWEET

Her lil’ robot disguise! Her being afraid of mice at first!

I kinda wish we could have had her in the party more? She was super useful as a party member, honestly!

But sadly I guess we’re not gonna get more than the three-person party, awww

B E R D L Y

I cannot believe Berdly basically became incel Falco but also had a sympathetic backstory

Like I laughed a lot at all of Berdly’s expressions and dialogue while also going BERDLY YOU ARE THE WORST

Noelle’s WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? part = A+

I feel like Queen’s relationship with Noelle definitely had some uncomfy parallels with probably how she is dealing with her real mom

I AM NOT GOOD AT PUNCH-OUT AND THERE WAS A LOT OF THAT

I somehow missed the part where Susie is wearing Ralsei’s glasses??? Where is this

Also in general there was a LOT of puzzles and gameplay in the overworld map, which I was bad at but was also very cool

KRIS GET THE BANANA

The dolphin pop-up ads…

I DID NOT LIKE THE SPAMTON GUY

DISCOMFORT THE WHOLE TIME

Apparently he’s also the secret boss for this chapter?? That’s at least if the soundtrack is anything to go by. Maybe I’ll go back and try it on another playthrough, but aaaaagggghhhg

SO MANY GOOD SUSELLE MOMENTS

MY LIL SHIPPER HEART HAS A NICE SERVING AND WANTS MORE

The whole deal with the ferris wheel conversation and just awwwwuuuuuuh

Needs more Susiezilla now too (I picked the “something romantic” option because of course)

MORE PLZ, LET’S DIG DEEPER HERE

Also I cannot believe Susie has (at least) two people crushing on her and is just totally oblivious to it

There’s SO Many interesting HMM moments with Kris and that definitely included the entire acid tunnel of love scene with Kris and Ralsei

Interrupted of course by an appropriately silly Rouxls battle

But man the more we see (or often DON’T see) of Ralsei the more intriguing it gets

LET NOELLE RIDE IN THE TEACUP RIDE WITH SUSIE

I just knew going back to get that chest without Noelle would be something dumb

OKAY I ended up dying a lot to 1) the Mauswheel, and 2) the color-changing butlers?? So I ended up having to do the whole sequence with annoying dog blasting through everything in his path multiple times

I DID feel bad for Berdly during that boss battle where he was werewired; that was nice and body horror-ish

That said… “I NEED A KISS FROM A GAMER GIRL”

The giant mecha boss battle absolutely kicked my ass, though

Like it WAS badass but that took me a LOT of tries to get through

My thrash machine was very GUN’S

Overall the difficulty curve was definitely stepped up from chapter 1!

LOTS MORE DARK WORLD AND KNIGHT LORE FROM RALSEI HERE

And lots of talk about Noelle being pretty important to it, too!

I’m glad I got to bring Susie on the walkaround this time around town!

I AM GOING TO BE YOUR WACKY ROOMMATE NOW

King and Queen’s entire conversation was so hilarious

King just slides over to suck on that sweet, sweet giant hamster water bottle

BUNKER STILL BEIN SUSPICIOUS

Aww the pizzeria is not a creepy mascot Chuck-E-Cheese’s style, tho

Confirmation that Gerson was Alvin’s father! And I feel like there’s a lot we’re missing there, too

Still not allowed to see Papyrus…

Catti’s parents…

I wasn’t expecting this at all, but it feels like they may be introducing way more Lightners to the Dark World with each chapter, since both Noelle and Berdly ended up there?

And if that’s the case, I feel like it’s hinting that Catti and/or Jockington may be next

SUSIE STAYING AT KRIS’S PLACE FOR A SLEEPOVER WAS SO SWEET

IMMEDIATELY UNDERCUT BY KRIS GOING FERAL AGAIN

Like I dunno the whole scenario somehow managed to be both REALLY sinister and very funny at once??

Susie and Toriel are busy laughing and making a pie together, meanwhile Kris just sneaks the hell out and slashes Toriel’s tires because it’s KNIVES OUT TIME

Please let Susie watch more giant monster (and giant human) movies with her friends, she needs this

THAT SAID, THAT ENDING

HMM HMM HMMMMMMMMMM

SO THIS SEEMS TO BE INDICATING THAT KRIS IS THE KNIGHT

Which like…is in fact making SOME KIND OF SENSE in my head overall, but I definitely need more context to see how exactly

Like I’m all “THIS FEELS RIGHT BUT I DON’T KNOW WHY, I NEED MOOOORE”

Considering Ralsei’s reaction to Noelle and Berdly trying to make a new fountain, this definitely seems to be setting up some kind of future confrontation between Kris and Ralsei, which! HMMMM

I THINK IT’S TIME FOR THIS GIF AGAIN

Basically I HAD A GRAND TIME, I NEED TO REPLAY, EXCITED FOR THE REST WHENEVER IT COMES

[babyboibucky]

The Match - Part 7

Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k (woops the longest part yet)

Summary: You finally decide to lower your pride and talk things out with Bucky.

Warnings: SMUT IS BACK BABIES! Oral (f receiving), edging, orgasm denial, also lots of alcohol consumption, Bucky stalking you, annoying people I guess? Uhhh y’all might want to strangle me at the end lmfaooooo

A/N: I’m gonna be honest, every single time I update this I get nervous as fuck because what if this story starts to suck lmao but okay I just hope everyone’s still enjoying this story. Thank you for the continuous support like fuck??? People actually like reading my shit so I’m really flattered. Sending y’all sloppy kisses ‘cause I’m a hoe like that

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

"Uhh you might want to slow down on the drinks."

Mark was right about the bar serving the best drinks. It was actually a Mexican-themed bar which also served Tex-Mex food. The drinks were so good that the main course hasn't even arrived yet and you were already on your third frozen margarita.

"Let me have this, Mark. It's been a pretty shitty week." you told him, finishing up your drink before asking the waiter for another round.

Mark watched you with a funny look on his face, the kind that was baffled at the way you were acting now. He probably thought you were all prim and proper, given your demeanor at the office. But with the way you were stuffing your mouth with chicken quesadillas, you were far from being the department head that everybody seemed to respect.

Stress eating. That was what you were doing, because holy shit did you get on Bucky's last nerve. With the message, no, more like warning, that he sent you earlier, you might as well have your last meal before your execution.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Mark carefully asked but there was a hint of amusement in his voice as he watched you eat.

You hummed, mouth full of food. "Totally okay. These quesadillas are the bomb, actually."

Mark laughed, "It's good that you're enjoying the food. I'll be honest, I really appreciate that you agreed to go on this date. I mean, if you even would like to call it that." he explained, much to your relief actually.

You swallowed your food and took a sip from your glass of water, "Thank you." you told him. "Well, this can be a date. A friendly one, of course." you awkwardly chuckled.

Mark nodded, "I don't want to pressure you into anything. I guess I got a little to enthusiastic earlier and I'm really sorry for that. It's just that...you're a really interesting person and you're cool." he admitted with a charming smile.

If Bucky was out of the picture, you would have actually swooned at Mark's charm. He wasn't so bad, he was tall and handsome. He oozed a certain charm, the nice guy kind of charm and any girl would really appreciate the honesty he was showing you now.

You smiled at him, "You're pretty cool too, Mark."

-

The friendly date was very fun, you definitely didn't expect to enjoy it to the point of forgetting about Bucky's warning. Mark was a nice guy, you realized. Bucky doesn't have to worry about him because it was never even your intention to make him jealous in the first place.

By the time the dessert was being served, you were bellowing from laughter. You literally had tears in your eyes from how hard Mark was making you laugh with his hilarious stories.

Little did you know that from someone else's point of view, you looked like you were having the time of your life with Mark. Your laughter, the ease you were exuding as the both of you talked-- it was very easy to misunderstand.

Especially if that point of view belonged to none other than Bucky, who was sitting silently inside his car that was parked right across the bar.

"Oh god, I can't breathe!" you exclaimed amid your laughter, leaning back against your seat.

Mark heaved out a shy, "That was really, really embarassing." he said timidly.

Mark's phone buzzed in the middle of the conversation, his face turning into a frown as he read the message.

"Hey, everything okay?" you worriedly asked.

"It's my younger sister. I'm needed back home." he explained with a sigh.

"Is everything okay?" you asked worriedly, holding Mark's arm to comfort him.

Mark nodded, "It's fine. It's just a little family emergency." he said before offering you an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, I can drop you off on the way home--"

"Hey, it's fine. You can go. I'll be fine. Your family needs you." you reassured with a smile.

Mark sighed, "I'll make it up to you next time." he said, fishing out a couple of bills from his wallet.

You walked out of the bar with Mark and bid goodbye, giving him a friendly hug before he slipped inside his car. As soon as Mark drove off, you headed back inside the bar and ordered a couple of shots because you badly needed to get Bucky off your mind.

-

Your head was pounding when you stirred awake, your throat burning and vision spinning as you opened your eyes. The light that greeted you made you hiss, pulling the covers over your head you tried to get back to your slumber.

Until you realized that the bed was soft, too soft to be your own. And when did you even own a duvet?

Slowly but surely, you sat up and looked around you, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. This was definitely not your room. Shit, did you sleep with Mark? Fuck no, you remembered him going home early due to a family emergency.

You squeezed your temples and shut your eyes, trying your best to recall everything that happened after you went back to the bar. Flashes of tequila shots and glasses of mojitos made you dizzy. Jesus christ, how many did you drink?!

And then you threw up in the streets as you attempted to walk home. Shit. Someone pulled your hair back while you puked and then there was nothing but darkness.

Pulling the duvet down, you noticed that you weren't wearing anything but a white shirt and your panties. You lifted the shirt up to your nose and sniffed it.

The scent was too memorable to forget.

"I thought you wouldn't be up until the afternoon."

You stilled at the sound of Bucky's voice and you almost didn't want to look up from your lap when he walked into his bedroom. How the hell did you end up at his place?!

"Four frozen margaritas, two shots of tequila and two tall glasses of mojito. I'm surprised you're still alive." he said as he stood at the foot of the bed, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

He was wearing a tight black shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. This was the most casual you'd ever seen Bucky, but also the most feral. You thought that the scowl he gave you at the elevator was the worst, apparently, this Bucky in front of you, seemed the most dangerous.

"Why am I here?" you asked softly.

Bucky rolled his eyes and walked over to the bed side table, fetching the glass of water and a bottle of painkillers that you failed to notice when you woke up.

"Drink." he commanded and waited for you to take the glass before moving back to stand at the foot of the bed.

Your eyes never left Bucky's when you popped a pill into your mouth. After drinking water, you carefully placed it back on the bedside table and exhaled heavily.

"What happened last night?" you asked again.

"Your date left you." Bucky said, matter of factly.

You snickered, "It wasn't a date and Mark didn't le--"

Your very own squeal cut your statement off when Bucky threw the duvet aside, grabbing your ankle and pulling you towards the edge of the bed until your legs were hanging off. He didn't waste any time to kneel in between your thighs, holding your neck in place as his nose brushed against yours.

Your lids fluttered at the closeness, his scent yet again invading your senses, making you lose all your inhibitions because fuck, it's been too fucking long.

"Let me have this, please..." Bucky whispered against your lips.

When you failed to respond, Bucky took it as his go signal to crash his lips against yours. You knew this was a bad idea because one taste of Bucky and you're gone and yet you let him take what he needed from you.

Because you needed him just as much. So you kissed him back fervently, your fingers carding through his hair as you tugged him closer, wanting to feel and taste all of him.

Bucky breathily chuckled when you whined as he pulled away, only to shower your neck with open-mouthed kisses which made your body buzz with need. Your head was still hurting and you felt like you were going to pass out from dizziness but fuck it, you couldn't care less. Especially not now when Bucky was now nipping at your inner thigh while his hands were spreading you wide open.

All your thoughts flew right out of the window the moment Bucky pushed your underwear aside, his mouth quickly latching over your clit. A needy, raspy moan escaped your lips when Bucky sucked your bud followed by his tongue flattening against your folds.

"Fuck, Bucky..." you breathed out, falling down on your back as he continued lapping up your pussy.

You'd almost forgotten how fucking good Bucky was with his mouth and tongue. You elicited another whimper when he pulled back, but only to stand up and pull down his sweatpants, revealing his cock-- already hard and weeping with pre-cum.

In one swift motion, Bucky slid into your cunt. He leaned down to kiss you, swallowing your moans as you adjusted to his size. With how your pussy was clenching down on his cock, you realized that indeed, it's been too fucking long.

Bucky moved slow at first, letting you adjust to him before he began to speed up his thrusts. His breathing was erratic, soft grunts and growls reverberating from his chest as he fucked you. You gripped his forearms when he started pistoling his hips into yours, the head of his cock kissing your cervix.

"Want you to watch me fuck you." he growled, pulling you up to lean against your elbows.

Bucky held your neck with both his hands, forcing you to look down at your pussy while his cock slides in and out of it. Your face scrunched into pleasure, your mouth open as moans and whimpers continued to escape past your lips.

"Keep your eyes on my cock, see how your pussy takes all of it." Bucky demanded as he fucked you relentlessly.

Your thighs began to tremble, your entire body thrumming from pleasure. You tried to keep your eyes open as you watched Bucky fuck you fast and hard. Clawing at his biceps, you held on for dear life when you felt yourself teeter at the edge of your climax.

"Gonna cum, Bucky..." you moaned as your eyelids fluttered.

Bucky kissed your hard, taking your bottom lip in between his teeth before tugging at it. He pressed a soft kiss beneath your ear, licking at your skin before sucking your earlobe.

"Remember this when that Marcus fails to fuck you real good." he whispered and then pulled out just before you could even cum.

You blinked, unable to process what just happened. Bucky stood up and pulled his sweatpants back up. He rubbed his chin angrily before turning to you.

"You really blew me off to be with a guy who left you at the bar." he said.

Bucky really seduced you, fucked you raw only to edge you and deny you of your fucking orgasm. And now he was reprimanding you? While your legs were spread, panties pushed aside and your wet pussy out there for the world to see. You quickly adjusted your underwear, pulled your shirt down and sat up.

"What the fuck, Bucky?" you hissed. "First of all, his name is Mark. Second, he didn't leave me at the bar!" you exclaimed before you realized something.

"Wait, how did you know?" you asked, finally realizing that Bucky seemed to know everything that took place last night. "Bucky, did you follow me at the bar? Is this why I'm here?" you asked, standing up to come face to face with him.

Bucky shrugged, "So what if I did? If I didn't, you'd wake up in the streets, in your own vomit because again, you went for a guy who couldn't even bring her girl home. You should actually thank me." he said.

"Thank you!" you yelled. "I appreciate you bringing me back to your place. I really do." you said, calmly this time. "But can you please not bring Mark into this because he's a nice guy." you explained, squeezing the bridge of your nose.

Bucky snorted, "You call that nice? He left you!" he said again.

"He didn't! There was an emergency, for fuck's sake! He needed to go home and I said I can take care of myself." you said. "I shouldn't even be explaining myself to you yet I am because you're being really irrational right now." you scolded Bucky.

Bucky shook his head, "You really expect me to believe you? I saw how you laughed with him, how carefree you looked when you talked. How you caressed his arm and you're asking me not to bring Mickey into this conversation?"

You hid your face into your palms, "It wasn't a date, Bucky. We both made it clear. And he's a good person, I enjoyed talking to him. That's it. And again, it's Mark." you said through gritted teeth.

"Not a date my ass, you were flirting with him." Bucky accused.

You scoffed, "I wasn't flirting with him! I was casually talking to him like how a friend would! How hard is that to understand, Bucky?!" you exclaimed.

"You were never like that with me!"

"It's because we did nothing but fuck each other, Bucky!"

"That's why I wanted to make it official but you said no!"

"I already told you the reason why!"

"And yet you went out with a co-worker!"

"We're not just co-workers, Bucky. You're my fucking boss! The fucking CEO! How many times do I have to...you know what, it's useless for me to even explain it again to you." you said.

Bucky chuckled bitterly, "You're going to regret this." he said with a sinister smirk.

"Why can't you understand where I'm coming from?" you asked exasperatedly.

"Maybe because you won't let me help you." he said confidently. "And you know what I hate the most about this thing we have? It's that you want me too but you're too stubborn to give in. And you know what? I'll make sure you do." Bucky said, towering over you and staring deeply in your eyes.

"What I want, I always get."

-

The weekend passed by like a blur-- a huge, messy blur that made your head and heart hurt. You wanted to spend the weekend to ponder on things, to forget about Bucky even for just a while and now that was impossible after everything that happened.

You caved in first, that was for sure. And the thing is, you don't even regret it but then Bucky exploded and now everything seemed to have gotten worse. You understood why he was so mad at Mark, poor guy though, but he wouldn't even listen to you when you said that the date wasn't even a legitimate one!

"What the fuck did I get myself into?" you uttered under your breath as you sat in your car in the parking.

You began to analyze the situation you were in and drew out possible solutions to your dilemma. Nothing a good conversation can't solve, right? So maybe talking things out with Bucky properly would make things right. The previous conversations you had with him were always too emotional with both your egos getting in the way.

Alright fine, you'd tone down your pride for Bucky this time around and tell him that you do want to be with him. It's just that the repercussions scared the living daylights out of you.

You can't afford to lose your job nor everyone's respect. So if you were going to do this with Bucky, he has to understand that he has to be really careful. Everything must be done in secret, for the meantime at least.

"That sounds about right." you sighed, feeling hopeful that this might actually work out.

The shift in your mood gave you a little bounce as you walked into the building. You were confident that maybe Bucky was able to calm down over the weekend. Perhaps today was a good day to have a decent talk with him.

As soon as you reached your floor, you hurriedly went to your cubicle to drop your things. The earlier you get to talk to Bucky, the better. So as soon as you were done, you jogged back to the elevator excitedly, unable to notice how everyone seemed to be preoccupied gossiping about something.

Your heart was pounding as you walked along the corridor leading to Bucky's office. Fuck, you were really going to risk it all for one Bucky Barnes. You were a few steps away from the door, ready to reach for the knob when an unfamiliar voice called your attention.

"I'm sorry?" you asked, turning around.

"Sir James said not to let anyone disturb him right now." you were met with the presence of a blonde girl who looked younger than you, an intern maybe?

You nodded but then spared another glance at Bucky's office. "Yeah, I uhh need to talk to him. It's usually not a problem for me to barge into his office." you explained with a soft chuckle.

The girl made a face, "I'm sorry, but I'm just following Sir James' orders." she explained, walking around the desk near Bucky's office.

"I don't think we've met. Are you an intern?" you asked, trying to be as nice as much as possible.

The girl giggled, straight on giggled cutely and stood up again. She excitedly extended an arm for an overly eager handshake, "I'm Beverly. I'm Sir James' secretary. It's my first job!"

You blinked, "Oh...oh uh what happened to Amelie?" you asked, curious about Bucky's previous secretary.

Beverly tilted her head, "I don't know. I just got a call over the weekend from Sir James, offering me the job so I accepted it. I mean, he is pretty cute. Right?" she said in a soft voice.

Is this Bucky's plan? To hire a younger, more bubbly secretary who'd follow his every order? Someone who was the complete opposite of you? Because if this was his plan to get you to cave, it wasn't working. At all.

Sure, Beverly was pretty and young and very chirpy. But you were sure she wasn't Bucky's type. He was never into obedient little girls, hell, your defiance turned Bucky on. This was definitely not working.

You didn't know why, but instead of relief you felt even more nervous. Because if this wasn't Bucky's threat to you, what could it be? You snapped out of your pessimism, maybe Bucky came around over the weekend too?

Only one way to find out.

"Beverly..." you carefully said. "I'm just going to go inside. And don't worry, I'll make sure that Mister Barnes won't get mad at you. This is all me, alright?" you reassured.

Beverly pouted and sighed, "I don't know, because he was very clear with his instructions. And he's talking to--"

"I got you, Bev. I'm going in now." you said, cutting her off and then going straight for Bucky's office.

Taking in a deep breath, you pushed the door open and wasted no time to talk.

"Hey, I really need to talk to you. I thought about--"

"Oh, who's this little lady?"

Your eyes widened upon seeing Bucky in the company of another woman. She looked like she was around your age, except that she was taller and had legs for days. Her brunette hair reached past her shoulders in lovely waves. She was wearing a white chiffon blouse paired with a pair of black trousers and matching stilettos.

She oozed the charm of a lady boss. The way she carried herself reminded you of someone but you just couldn't point out who it was.

"I'm sorry to interrupt." you said, straightening up and turning to look over at Bucky who lifted a brow at you.

That fucking look of mischief.

"I told Beverly not to let anyone in." he said.

"I just wanted to--"

"Oh come on now, Bucky. Don't be so grumpy this early, you were about to call everyone for a meeting anyway." the woman said, turning to you with a smile.

Did she just call him...Bucky?

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Bucky rolled his eyes and sighed, "Yeah, well you're already here might as well introduce you first."

You narrowed your eyes at Bucky in confusion, "I don't understand what's going on." you said.

Bucky stood up from his chair and walked over to the other woman, standing beside her. Seeing them side by side was making you feel things. You haven't even seen them interact that much but you were already sensing that you were going to hate their dynamics.

"This is Mackenzie. I hired her to help us out on a huge project which I will be discussing with the entire team this morning." Bucky introduced a little too proudly for your liking.

Mackenzie offered her hand, "You can just call me Kenzie. I'm a marketing consultant. And you are?" she asked.

Your blood boiled, your eye twitched and your heart ached. Because now you realized who it was that Mackenzie reminded you of when it came to her charisma.

You.

And not only did she have a similar personality to yours-- confident and had authority-- but she also seemed to be here to take the one thing you worked so hard for.

You offered a smile, taking Mackenzie's hand in yours as you mentioned your name, your piercing eyes glancing over at Bucky.

"I'm the head of marketing."

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Bewitch

Pairings: Osamu x F!Reader x Atsumu; Miyacest WC: 7.4k Genre/Warnings: smut, fairytale retelling (Hansel and Gretel), magic au, dubcon/noncon, incest (miyacest), fear, knife, monster, bondage, snuff, vore, gore/blood, object insertion, body horror, a bit of size, tummy bulge, oral (m.receiving), anal (m. receiving), masturbation (f. & m.), voyeurism, arson...

Summary: The unexpected guests at your cottage have a mysterious past and hidden agenda. Will they allow you to accompany them on their journey?

Travelers are advised not to spend the night in the Dark Woods. It's said that beyond the last hiking trail, past a brook, lives an Evil Witch. That witch is vile and merciless; often, fools lost in the woods are never seen again. It's said that she must be over 800 years old, feeding off of the essences of children and young men unfortunate enough to cross her paths. It’s said that she even eats fellow witches. No one really knows. After all, no one who has seen her has lived to tell the tale.

It's been a few months since your teacher has left you to fend for yourself here in the woods—your first time alone during this apprenticeship. She said she had to attend a big conference with a whole bunch of other grand witches. You asked if you could tag along, but she insisted that you stay and watch the cottage. The lack of company is about to drive you insane so you often resort to conversing with yourself or the forest itself.

The soft moss muffles the sound of your footsteps as you begin the trek back home, a faint off-trail path away from the main road that no one else would usually notice. On any other day, you would just go home without a fuss, but loneliness makes people do some bizarre and odd things. For instance, the desperate longing for companionship leads to you dropping a not-so-hidden trail of fancy pebbles to inadvertently lead someone to your abode.

For most travelers, going off-trail is akin to a death sentence as any wrong turn might lure them into the forest's deadly maze. Not for you though, you know this place very well: every fallen tree, overturned log, the wanted signs nailed to the trunk...

Wait. A wanted sign?

You can make out from your distance that there are two heads on it, but the details are fuzzy, and the bounty looks smudged. Before you can get a closer look, you hear the birds caw in the trees, signaling the beginning of sunset. You pull your attention away from the poster and continue on to your way home.

The cottage is extremely cozy and warm. The windows are bejeweled and the door is solid wood. You live here comfortably with your teacher, after all, learning about the principles of magic and what it means to be a witch. It's much more than curses and spells, as your teacher would tell you, witches have character and a moral compass. Although there are certainly those who decide to experiment with the darker arts.

While you get a fire going in the huge furnace and boil some water on the stovetop, you hear two voices squabbling outside followed by three raps on the door. You're stunned by the noise, turning to face the shut door wondering if you were just dreaming about the noise. Is it? Visitors? No, you must have heard wrong.

"'Samu, I bet it's a farce, let's not." The voice sounds both tired and weary, almost out of breath.

"Let me just try again, I can smell a working kitchen in there, someone is definitely there," another voice insists. Three more knocking sounds. "Excuse me! Is the owner of the house available? My brother and I followed a path of colored stone and came upon your establishment...could you spare us some water? A bite of food?"

Two men, though they sound friendly. You're frozen in the kitchen, staring at the door that remains between you and the strangers.

"Is there someone home?" The second voice tries again. "Please, my brother is not feeling very well."

Your initial wariness for the stranger melts when you hear about the brother, which does not sound like a lie based on the raspy voice you first hear. A witch's character is fundamentally kind to all sentient beings, especially those in need. But you're still nervous, so you end up grabbing a metal ladle before carefully going to open the door. When you crack the door open, you see a pair of twins. Beautiful men, one blonde and one grey-haired. The former, with a quirky grin, although his eyes certainly look lackluster. But the other seems like he's at the right place, eyes peering past you into your home, fixated on your kitchen.

"I'm Osamu. And this," he gestures to his twin, "is my brother Atsumu. We're a bit lost, you see."

You nod your head in a casual greeting and introduce yourself as the resident apprentice at this cottage. As a good host should, you open the door to the weary guests preparing to welcome them in.

"Are we welcomed in?" Osamu asks, not moving from his spot. Atsumu isn’t budging either, arms crossed and only looking at you from the corner of his eye, waiting for your answer.

Without giving much thought you nod and open the door wider. "Both of you are most welcomed in."

"Then we thank you for your hospitality," Osamu says, taking a step inside, dragging his twin with him.

Words, especially spoken words carry power and hold intent. And a witch's words, no matter how careless they slip out, contain magic. Welcome, as you say. So welcome, they are.

You shut the door behind them and prepare to go give your first-ever guests some water. When you turn around, you notice Osamu already in the kitchen, the sleeves of his tunic rolled up past his elbows.

"Your food is about to burn. Heat's too high," he tells you, expertly taking control of the sizzling pots and pans. "I got it, don't worry."

Feeling flustered at the faint smell of scorching food, you hurry over to see if you can be of any assistance. "Let me help out."

"No, it's quite alright."

How can a host let her guests do all the work like that? And the first company in a while too! What an utter failure.

"How—" you try to argue back, but you're cut off by Atsumu tugging on your wrist, dragging you over to the sofa in the corner.

"Don't worry about him, he loves to cook." Atsumu brushes out the wisps of his bangs with a huff. "And actually quite good at it. Anything that goes through his hands...well, in short, all become part of his design."

Like his twin, Atsumu's frame is broad and huge, but there is a quality of emptiness of sorts. Osamu's shoulders are wide but there's more substance to it, whereas Atsumu's form seems contained. You can't help but use your learnings to see if you can figure out just what's off about Atsumu. He's slowly walking around the living room and studying the portraits hanging on the wall. He picks up a frame that is set above the fireplace and comments, "None of these are you. How come?"

"Oh, they're my teacher. I'm just a witch-in-training at the moment, so—"

"A witch?" Atsumu questions, clenching the frame tightly. His hands begin to shake, the glass under his thumb beginning to crack.

You did not expect Atsumu to display such a visceral reaction upon the mention of witches. After all, witches normally stayed far away from ordinary human society and when they do mix, it's often a role of healing. But the look that sparks in Atsumu's eyes, it's almost—feral.

"'Tsumu!" Osamu yells while stalking over quickly from the kitchen. He throws his arm around Atsumu's neck and drags him off into the shadows. You can't make out the muffled voices and deep growling noises that are coming from down the hall.

It's their private matter, so you go back to the kitchen. True enough, Osamu's hands are almost like magic. The bubbling pot of broth doesn't seem to be on the verge of overflowing, the onions caramelizing beautifully, filling the air with deliciousness.

Moments later, the twins come back. You notice that Osamu clothes are wrinkled from tugging Atsumu around, but at the very least, Atsumu is looking much better than before.

The three of you set the table for dinner. Osamu brings out the plates as though he knows the kitchen inside and out already. Atsumu comes emerging from the cellar with two bottles of fine wine that you didn't even know your teacher had stowed away. Surely, she wouldn't mind? With Osamu and Atsumu sitting to the left and right of you at the round table, it almost feels like a more familiar, cozier gathering between friends than a situation of a host and her guests.

They tell you that they have been traveling across the lands for a long time now, looking for a cure for Atsumu's illness. It reminds you of the hollow, repressed form you saw earlier and your curiosity gets the better of you. They don't tell you the nature of the malady, but what they do share is that they are looking for a witch to undo the curse on Atsumu, a result of dark witchcraft.

"I am a witch!" you exclaim, feeling your call to action at the moment. "Please, is there truly nothing for me to help to undo the spell?"

Osamu leans in close to you, and wipes a bit of sauce staining the corner of your lips with the pad of his thumb. He smiles. "We're looking for a very high-level witch. One day, maybe you'll get to the level of magic needed."

"You're too weak," Atsumu bluntly points out. You're sure Osamu means to say the same thing, but Atsumu's words are really sharp.

"I know," you sigh. "My teacher tells me that all the time. So, I'm really trying. I'm sure there's at least something I can do."

"I definitely think that. Don't be so hard on yourself," Osamu comforts. "Have you been living alone here for a long time?"

You feel two pairs of eyes glued onto you waiting for your answer. You smile reflexively before your eyes trail to the empty plate and carefully choose your words. "Yea. Just me and my teacher. She's a grand witch...maybe if you wait here for a few days, you can meet her when she comes back from her conference."

"We—"

"We'll be gone tomorrow!" Atsumu snaps, staring into Osamu's eyes.

Osamu doesn't pay any mind to Atsumu, and puts an extra piece of dessert onto your plate.

"We have a long way to go. Atsumu's condition isn't getting better, so we can't stop in one place for long."

It makes you a little sad, because you were hoping to spend some more time with the twins, both of whom you have grown fond of. Osamu and his gentleness. And even Atsumu, despite his quick remarks and outbursts, adds a particular spice to your mundane life.

"Maybe we'll bring you with us," Osamu comments lightly, "'Tsumu, wouldn't that be nice?"

"She'll just be dead weight," Atsumu retorts. You wonder if he absolutely hates you. Is that why he is always so against you being next to Osamu?

Osamu puts an arm around you and blows on the shell of your ear. It tickles and you can feel his body enveloping you. "But she's so sweet," he tells Atsumu and whispers into your ear, "Aren't you?"

You find your wandering gaze looking into his half-lidded grey eyes. His face is right next to you, lips just hovering barely five centimeters away. The overwhelming presence of him is undeniably alluring. Your breaths become shallow as your heart rate speeds up with desire.

"I'm exhausted! 'Samu you too. We're going to bed!" Atsumu drops the silverware onto his plate and stands up. He comes around the table, muttering curses under his breath. Atsumu grabs Osamu by the wrist and drags him off towards the guest bedroom you have shown them before.

You didn't quite catch Atsumu's angry mutters, but you hear "slut" and "harlot" thrown around a few times. Were they directed at you? No, you're not like that, you tell yourself. Atsumu must have been thinking that you are trying to seduce his twin. After you clear out the table, you decide to clear up any misunderstanding.

You tip-toe down the hall to the guest bedroom prepared to knock when you hear muffled sounds coming from inside. You carefully press your ears to the crevice of the door and clamp a hand around your mouth upon hearing the stream of moans.

"'Samu, 'Samu please, ah—"

That's Atsumu? Your eyes are wide and still trying to process the shock of what you're hearing. You tell yourself you shouldn't be here. You should not be listening to whatever is happening behind the closed door, but you can't help it. Hearing Atsumu's moans makes you want to squirm.

You slightly jump when you hear a slap, followed with a pleasured groan. The sound is so clean it feels as though the phantom hands are touching your own heated skin.

Osamu's chuckle nearly makes your knees weak.

"Don't get cocky, if it were any other day ngh—, any other day, I would be the one pushing you into the mattress."

Slap. "Shut up, cute 'Tsumu. I like you being so needy for me like this. What do you want from me? Tell me."

"Fuck me, 'Samu."

"With pleasure."

The wood creaks loudly and you tell yourself, you really need to get out as you back away and try to quickly walk down the hall back to your bedroom.

You throw the door open and lock the door behind you with a click. With your eyes closed, you try to steady your breath and the building heat in your core. It's quiet. There's no noise coming from their room. But they are twins! 

You remind yourself that a witch is all-accepting and kind. There are so many circumstances beyond your understanding, judgement is not a part of your nature. And if what they are performing is wrong, what should you say about yourself? You peel off your clothes and step out of the soaked panty that is proof of your lust.

Pillows are fluffed and covers are pulled over your body. You try to sleep, but each time you are about to drift, Atsumu's cries of pleasure come back into your head. Your hand trails down your navel until the fingertips trace over your clit. Gathering some slick from your cunt, you drag it across the sensitive bud.

You shudder from the touch as images, constructed in your fantasy, cloud your mind. You imagine Atsumu's hands spreading your legs apart and Osamu's teasing words next to your ear. He would tell you to open wide and shove his cock down your throat. You suck on three of your fingers until lips wrap over the knuckles, your saliva pooling from hunger. And slip your fingers into your cunt easily, curling them against the plush walls.

"F-fuck me," you moan into your pillow.

With pleasure.

You quiver, clit pulsating, and your pussy juice dripping into your palm. The wash from the high soon takes you into sleep. All throughout the night, you squirm and feel the phantom sensation of being watched. Not just observed, but studied, by two pairs of glinting hungry eyes. You can almost imagine them on either side of the bed, trapping you into the mattress no matter which way you turn.

A few times the weird feelings almost pull you awake, but you don't dare crack an eye open to confirm your suspicions until the morning light begins to filter through the windows, rousing you from sleep. The air is filled with fragrant herbs and the sizzle of delicious brunch from someone awake before you.

No doubt, it's Osamu, because who else can it be? Atsumu? Please. The twins....

You climb out of bed and stretch your neck on the way to the washroom. Your bedroom door is open, but it's too early to notice that detail.

"Morning!" Osamu greets you from the kitchen. You find a fresh mug of coffee shoved into your hands from him.

You mumble thanks and sip at the brew while watching Osamu fry the eggs. Osamu looks to be deep in thought, probably thinking about something pleasant from the faint smile ghosting on his face. You feel a pang of guilt from both listening to their private lives, and also the strange feelings that maybe they heard your private life too—it's all your paranoia talking.

"You're so talented," you blurt out, fisting the fabric of your long skirt.

"Thanks, but better not let 'Tsumu hear ya, he gets jealous super easily."

Even if Atsumu hears, it's fine. You really mean both of them. Both of the twins both seem super talented as a duo; like they've been out there and seen the world. Meanwhile, you're still stuck here, without company. Would it be possible...if they simply stayed?

Osamu senses the words that are stuck in your mouth and answers them for you. "We're gonna be leaving right after breakfast. There's still lots of ground to cover today," he explains, plating the pancake before preparing to ladle a spoonful of batter for the next one.

"Do you have to leave?" you ask, almost pleading.

"It's cozy here and comfortable. We enjoy your company too, but we have to go. Your teacher would hate us, immensely, and on top of that...let's just say, we're always on the run."

"You say it like you two are fugitives or something."

Osamu chuckles and leans closer to you, hot breath flaming your cheeks, or maybe it's just the heat from the stove. A teasing grin pulls his cheeks up slightly as your eyes flicker over to see his lips spell out, "Maybe. Scared?"

Embarrassed, you take a defensive step back, squeaking and bumping into another body.

"MORNING!" Atsumu announces behind you. He's in good spirits and he has his hands on your waist to steady you; he sniffs your hair and smiles before letting you go. "I smell something delicious."

"Breakfast is ready," Osamu says, plating the pancakes. "Hungry 'Tsumu?"

"Tch." Atsumu shoves past you and knees Osamu, mood doing a complete 180. You're almost left like a fly on the wall as you watch the scene unfold.

Osamu is quick to catch his balance while keeping watch on the stove. "Not awake yet?" Osamu grins and passes him a plate of pancakes, essentially telling him to shut up and eat. "Who shoved a stick up your ass? Go eat."

"Fuck you."

"Hm."

Atsumu grumbles but digs into his food anyway. Osamu catches your amused expression in the corner and explains, "It's always like that between us. It's our...way of showing how much we care."

"I know." It's sort of endearing, the banter between the two brothers. Even if the world turns against them, no matter what the odds are, at least Miya Osamu will have Miya Atsumu, and Atsumu will have Osamu. Perhaps it's exactly that sort of bond the two share that you're envious of. Body and soul. Because if only you could have just an ounce of that sort of familiarity with another. But you're just an outsider without an invitation to join in.

While you're mulling over your thoughts, you don't catch the darkening gazes being exchanged between the twins. At some point, Atsmu's plate is already emptied and the wooden table is cleared while you're still lost in your mind. Osamu is fiddling with the metal tea strainer, bobbing it up and down to brew a mug of tea. He threads a cotton string in and out like it's a plaything.

"Do you really want to be with us?" Osamu asks nonchalantly. "'Tsumu and I were talking about it. If you do, maybe we can work something out."

"I just..." You feel like this is your final chance to tell them that you don't want them to go. None of the going around circle hinting that you have been doing. This is the moment to just tell it to them. If you miss this chance, you feel like you won't have another. And even though a pit pulls at your inwards telling you to reconsider, you're brave. "I just want to be together with you all, and help you cure Atsumu. My teacher is so talented, I'm sure she'll have a remedy."

They grin.

Osamu is a great cook, he can do that. Atsumu sometimes seems lazy, but he's super strong and quick to help too. And you can pick up all sorts of other tasks in the area! Maybe because they're so helpful, your teacher will even let them stay once Atsumu is cured. Maybe they can learn magic too! You have heard of warlocks who are powerful with spells too. And you can already imagine, the three of you, like a team, eventually going out into the world to fight demons and monsters and—

"Open wide," a sultry voice sounds next to you. Backing away automatically, you find Atsumu standing right behind you.

"W-wait," your voice shakes, stuck in your throat. "What are—"

His fingers reach for your mouth, prying it open. Before you can voice your distaste, a warm, metal ball gets shoved into your mouth, the thin chain quickly tangles into your hair. The faint traces of tea seep out of its small holes down your tongue and throat, while some spill out the corner of your mouth like trails of drool down your jawline.

Osamu smiles and wipes the liquid away with his thumb, relishing in how your widening eyes gape at him in confusion.

"Being together," he answers the question you wanted to ask, "is what you want isn't it?" He takes a spool of kitchen twine and begins to secure the tea strainer in your mouth. The thin cotton threads wrap around your head over and over again, tightening the steel against your tongue.

You shake your head and try to take another step away from the man you're beginning to become wary of, but the strong grip of Atsumu's hands on your shoulder prevents you from squirming at all. His fingers dig into your flesh, and when you turn to look at him you catch a glint in his eyes, glowering down at you.

"No, no, no, behave," he taunts you, "listen to 'Samu. He'll make you feel real good, trust me."

With the gag in your mouth, all you can let out are weak, warbling gargles from the back of your throat. Why are you doing this? You weren't like this before? Loud snorts flare out your nostrils from the fear screaming through your body.

Osamu comes back with a paring knife, examining the edge under the sunlight filtering in through the stained glass. He presses the cool blade along your cheek, dragging with the dull edge just enough so the sharp end doesn't cut your skin. You feel your knees growing weak and if not for Atsumu's hold on you, you would sink into a shuddering heap on the floor.

"You know, I think you might be the best meal yet," Osamu compliments, blade trailing down to your collarbone. The tip of the knife toys with the first button, pressing tension on the x-cross stitching. Snap. The first button pops off, dropping onto the wooden floor and rolling away to an inconspicuous corner. "I'll prep you well."

Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. The knife flicks again and all the buttons clatter on the floor before running away for refuge.

Atsumu has cleared the table already and you find yourself hoisted up and laid onto the surface like a slab of meat on a cutting board. The cold surface presses against the back of your shoulder and ass. Osamu ties your wrist together with a hemp rope and secures the other end around the table leg. He also secures your ankles to two other anchor points.

You're utterly exposed and ashamed at your body's display, mortified at how your body is reacting when you catch sight of Atsumu, his eyes dilated, looking at your slit that you know is drenched already. The rough texture of the rope presses painfully into your skin from how tight the bindings are. You can only let out gagged whines in complaint, chest rising up and down from the loud breaths.

"Can't do, love," Osamu chides, kissing the knot at your wrist, satisfied with the results. His fingertips trail down to cup your jaw and his thumb runs across the tea strainer. You close your eyes and groan at his touch. Osamu murmurs, "I won't let anything go to waste."

Atsumu is growing impatient at the sight of his twin treating you like the finest specimen ever. You're not the first one. You won't be the last one, but he still can't stand the sight of someone looking just like himself having first tastes while he's missing out himself. He wants to shove Osamu aside, but he knows that Osamu absolutely hates it when he ravages the meal when it's not ready.

Atsumu unzips his pants and lets his hardened, leaking cock spring free. You stare at Atsumu who is fixated on his own pleasure. His hand wraps around his cock and pumps the length up and down.

Osamu turns your head to look at himself instead. "Someone there is impatient, but let's not learn from him, okay? I want to take you slow, make sure you'll be ready. I don't want you stressed, you release too much cortisol and that toughens the meat."

Anything that goes through his hands...well, in short, all become part of his design.

His hand kneads your breast and toys with your nipple, circling and tugging on the tiny, erect bud.

"Relax," he whispers into your ear. "Just like you did last night."

You try to clamp your thighs shut from reflex. Immediately the resistance from the rope ties stop your movements. Osamu squeezes your thighs and pushes them apart once more.

"Right here isn't it, after hearing me fuck 'Tsumu..." Osamu's finger runs down the sides of your labia. "You just couldn't help touching yourself too huh?"

He knows. They know. You feel your cheeks burn at the realization.

"There's nothing embarrassing about it. If anyone should be, it should be us twins, " Osamu's fingers easily slip in, your pussy already dripping with arousal. "Oh woops, I shouldn't need to comfort you. You're clearly not shy."

Osamu's fingers are thick and long, able to reach far deeper than you ever can. Your tongue is still struggling against the gag while your saliva steeps the tea leaves trapped in the ball.

"Oi," Atsumu cuts in with annoyance. "I thought you said to not play with food. What the fuck are you doing, chef?"

Osamu stops his finger in you for a moment before dragging them out. You're trembling at the sudden emptiness and desire to fill the space immediately. The lack of stimulation is irritating and you are desperate.

Osamu walks up to Atsumu, bringing his drenched fingers covered in your slick to his lips for a taste. Before he can do so, Atsumu grabs Osamu's wrist and takes in those digits, sucking on them gingerly.

Osamu smiles and runs the other hand through Atsumu's hair.

"Patience is a virtue, 'Tsumu, I was just getting her fully prepared for you. I'm giving her all to you already, you couldn't even let me have a taste of her?"

Atsumu releases Osamu's fingers with a pop. "I never said I wasn't going to share," he mutters before pulling Osamu in for a kiss, passing the taste of you along their tongues.

Your body jostles as you finally get a visual matching what you heard last night. You feel your pussy leaking with more excitement, the arousal drips all the way down to your asshole. And the more you squirm, it's as though the rope ties become tighter and tighter, rubbing your skin raw. But even that pain is incomparable to the need to quell your fire.

Atsumu pulls away and presses one last kiss on Osamu's nose. "I always love what you serve, thank you 'Samu." Your heart rate rapidly speeds up as Atsumu comes towards you. He's positioned between your legs, both hands on your thighs, marveling at the display of your body. His hands feel hot.

Atsumu grins. "You probably didn't expect me to be the one taking you, huh?" He guides his cock to your entrance, the bulging tip prodding along your puffy lips. "Did you want Osamu to be the one fucking you?"

No? You want to argue, straining your head up slightly, but only tea-laced saliva drips out from the corners of your mouth.

"'Fuck me, 'Samu. Fuck me, please.' Is that what you heard? Is that what you wanted to say too?"

Your screams are muffled whimpers.

Osamu snorts off to the side, watching Atsumu do exactly what he accused Osamu earlier of: playing with his food. Hypocrite.

Atsumu glares at Osamu before turning his attention back to you. "You'll be begging for me, Atsumu, after I'm done with you."

He lines himself at your entrance and inches himself in, groaning at how your cunt is somehow just sucking him in. You're so warm and tight inside, wrapping perfectly around every part of him. He sits in you for a moment, just enjoying being blanketed by your muscles and chuckling how you tighten around him every now and then.

You whine, urging Atsumu to move a little.

"Okay, okay. Geez, and 'Samu says I'm impatient." Atsumu slowly draws his cock out and snaps his hips forward, the base of his balls slapping against your ass. He delights at how you squeeze your eyes shut and continues rocking into you at a comfortable pace.

Osamu enjoys standing off to the side for a while. He always liked watching Atsumu savor and delight the food he prepares. Atsumu always eats with such gusto. It should have always been that way, until the witch ruined everything. The curse, an experiment with the dark arts, should have never happened. Above all else, it should never have been on Atsumu. Osamu can only wonder if the reason they are subjected to this fate is because they are twins. Until a cure is found, Atsumu, his most beloved other, will have to replenish himself in this way.

A sharp pain rips through you and tears well up in your eyes. You feel Atsumu's cock suddenly begin to pulsate and grow in size. At first, you thought it was because you're clamping down on him too hard and will yourself to relax. But the cock, the thing, is certainly unnatural now. And between your tear-stained vision, you can just barely make out... Monster.

You begin to thrash wildly, head tossing side to side, back arched as much as you can in a futile escape attempt. Atsumu's claws rest on your hips while he pounds into you furiously. His groans, now deep growls, send vibrations that you can feel within your throbbing clit. You fear that you'll actually be ripped in half by the way Atsumu is thrusting into you. The engorged cockhead hits your cervix each time and his ball sack, even heavier, bowls and knocks against you.

Osamu unfolds his arms and comes over.

"It'll only hurt if you don't relax," he tells you, reaching out to press on your clit. "Just let him have his way."

"Go fuck her somewhere else," Atsumu snarls. His voice is warped and bellowing. Your mind is getting foggy as Osamu's fingers on your clit don't stop teasing the bud while having a petty talk with Atsumu. And Atsumu, ticked off by Osamu, picks up his speed.

"There we go, now that's beautiful," Osamu comments, taking his hand away and watching you unfurl in your pleasure. Your abused cunt is puffy when Atsumu pulls out, and you feel the thick liquid start to flow out when you take breaths.

"No, don't do that," Osamu chides, taking three fingers to gather the cum spilling out and stuffing it back in. "Better keep it all in. 'Tsumu isn't done with you yet."

Not yet? You can't even voice your thoughts except weakly shaking your head and moaning into the steel gag. In the moment, your stomach rumbles loudly.

"'Samu, she's hungry," Atsumu points out, rubbing your tummy. "You feed her and I'll stuff her."

Osamu ruffles Atsumu's long hair and gives his new, erected horns a teasing squeeze. Atsumu yelps at the touch. "'Samu!"

"Okay, okay," Osamu relents and stands next to your head. You see him take the paring knife again and slide the icy blade between the cotton ties and your hot cheek. A quick slice and you feel the pressure of the gag release. Osamu removes the tea strainer from your mouth and tosses it into the sink.

"Must have been so over-brewed, I apologize for that," he says. You know he doesn't mean it at all.

"Why?" you croak out. Your jaw and cheeks are sore from being held in position for so long. There's so many things you believe you can ask why about. Why they are prepping you like a meal, fucking you like a toy...Why Atsumu is the way he is. Why Osamu is not who you think he is either. Why you.

Despite Atsumu's grotesque figure, you're sure that you fear this twin more. Osamu's thoughts are so well-hidden behind his eyes; he never gives away what he's thinking or planning. You can only accept his decisions from the receiving end.

"Because of Atsumu," Osamu answers. Everything is for 'Tsumu. "I'll feed you."

Osamu cradles your head with both hands, his fingers tangled in your hair. He prods his cock against your lips. Feeling your resistance, he grips your hair tightly, painfully pulling on your scalp, and presses the tip of his cock to force your lips open. You nearly gag at the length entering your throat and your hands ball into tight fists. Your nose is buried in the base of his cock, pressing into his balls. Each breath you take is heavy with his musky, hot scent.

It's easy to focus on Osamu's cock fucking into your throat, leaving an unamused, monstrous twin off to the side preparing to turn your attention back to him by force.

Atsumu rubs himself against you, preparing to enter you again. You're sure that he has become even bigger. When the tip pushes through, your body attempts to fight the intrusion in self-preservation. The claws at your hips dig in and Atsumu all but pulls you onto his length like a sock. You scream around Osamu's cock, throat clenching around his thick length, and nearly black out from the stretch.

You never had anything this big in you before. Atsumu lifts you up slightly, his grasp becoming large enough to encircle around your whole waist. Your ankles are still tethered and tug on you, much to Atsumu's annoyance. He easily slices through the bondages with a sharp claw. Now free of restraints, Atsumu can cradle you more easily, finally pushing the last section into you. 

Crack!

You can’t cry while you're stuffed with Osamu’s cock, but tears stream endlessly from your eyes. You’re sure your pelvic floor is broken, completely forced apart in a futile attempt to accommodate Atsumu stuffing you beyond your physical capacity. Your hips give out as your two legs, bone out from their sockets, dangle grotesquely.

“Just focus on me,” Osamu wipes your tears away and continues to pump into you. But you cannot focus on the human object in your mouth when your whole lower half and inwards are broken, stretched or squashed.

"Hey look ‘Samu! It's bulging," Atsumu marvels at the imprint of his tip pushing your flesh out from the inside. “Look, my cock is saying ‘hello’.”

Atsumu excitement translates into messy thrusts, treating your body like a game. “Maybe I can even touch your dick through her!” 

Your whole body is numb, the brain shuts its pain signals off completely, and hormones pour through your bloodstream in overdrive. The broken climax spasms through your body like the last bits of a faltering system.

“Better hurry...she’s...she’s fading soon,” Osamu warns between his grunts. He clasps your head and spurts his seed into you. You mindlessly swallow every drop of him, letting the contents slowly flow down your throat. You can’t process anything nor recognize any of the murky images. Who are you? Where are you?

Your memory fades in and out as your eyesight drifts between black and white. You can’t do anything about how the monster is now on all fours over your body, unrecognizable as Atsumu. You don’t feel any fear towards this grotesque figure. You don’t register how his tongue licks your neck.

Your mouth is now empty but you can’t formulate syllables.

“I’m sorry,” you hear Osamu whisper before sharp fangs pierce into your jugular, digging in deeper and tearing a chunk out. Red sprays across your body in fast spurts, drenching Atsumu and covering Osamu. The teeth at your throat gnaw at the flesh, starved, tearing through the skin, fat, and tissues like a child crunching fruit. 

You can feel the droplets falling onto your face like fresh rain after a storm. You vaguely remember your teacher and her warning of strangers. She always reprimanded you and you wanted to make her proud. There will no longer be any chance of that now. You weren’t a good student, and only an utter failure.

Osamu waits for Atsumu to finish you off. Atsumu always gets messy at this point. Osamu tried to help Atsumu section his prey off by cutting and organizing the limbs and even attempted to debone the meal beforehand, but Atsumu has his preferences, and Osamu respects them. So, Osamu delegates cleaning duties to himself instead. 

You’re already beyond recognition when Osamu comes back with barrels of oil. All that is left is a kitchen stained with blood and a pile of bone with chewed connective tissue left. Atsumu sometimes eats the bones too, but not always.

“‘Tsumu, are you full now?” Osamu asks, reaching out to cradle his twin. Atsumu has now transformed back to the way he is supposed to be. Osamu threads his hand through Atsumu’s blonde hair and inhales his twin’s scent.

Atsumu doesn’t respond and tugs at Osamu’s collar, trailing down his arm to bring Osamu’s hand to his own cock.

Osamu grins and kisses the top of Atsumu’s head. “Do you want to fuck me ‘Tsumu? I know you like to, after your meals.”

Atsumu whines and nips at Osamu’s jaw, pushing the twin down on the blood-stained floor.

“Okay, okay.” Osamu unzips and pulls down his pants before crawling onto all fours.

Atsumu’s hand cups Osamu’s ass and pries the cheeks open before curiously fingering at the specimen plugging Osamu’s hole. Atsumu holds onto the base and turns the object, before laughing.

“‘Samu, what is this you have in your ass,” Atsumu teases. “I like this presentation.”

This time, Osamu is the one embarrassed. “Last meal, it hurt like hell. So...I wanted to prepare a little.”

“With an egg holder?” Atsumu cackles again, fiddling with the ceramic object. “Should’ve just told me ‘Samu, I could never bear to hurt you.”

Atsumu holds onto the base and slowly pulls the object out before tossing it aside. He smiles and teases Osamu’s enlarged hole that’s opening and closing around nothing. Gathering up some saliva, he spits onto Osamu’s asshole before lining his cock at the rim and slowly pushing in.

Along with the curse comes a near insatiable lust. Atsumu knows that if he doesn’t fulfill his need to fuck or be fucked, he will snap. He doesn’t really care who he kills during a frenzy of that sort, but it’s too risky to get Osamu caught up in the collateral.

The witch that wanted to create the perfect weapon, failed. She failed because she underestimated the twins’ bonds for each other. She failed because the twins discovered that witches excrete a very special hormone in their body after climax, and it is exactly that substance that is slowly curing Atsumu. With every witch eaten and absorbed, Atsumu is healing and gaining magical powers. He is even capable of passing those essences to Osamu. One day, everything will be the way it's supposed to be.

Osamu plays with a few strands of Atsumu’s hair. Atsumu’s softened cock still buried inside of him. Atsumu has his jaw resting on Osamu’s shoulder.

“You make me feel so good,” Atsumu sighs, enjoying the quiet moments after his high.

“And what about her?” Osamu asks, gesturing to the table where your remains are still at.

“She made me feel good too. The best one yet, but don’t be jealous.”

“Come on, let’s clean up and get out of here.”

After washing their bodies and changing into clean clothes, Atsumu and Osamu are ready to say goodbye to the cottage they have overstayed their welcomes at.

"Let's go 'Samu, we're already behind." Atsumu finishes dumping the last bucket of oil along the edges of the room.

The clamor of boots stride across the creaking wood. As though with the passing of its owner, the cottage itself has lost the will to live.

"Coming," Osamu calls back, walking past the makeshift funeral pyre for you. He notices a flash on the ground and bends down to pick up a button.

"'Samu! Get the fuck out or I'll burn ya down too!"

"Yea, yea."

Osamu drops the button into his shirt pocket and joins his twin outside. Atsumu strikes a matchstick and tosses the small flame into the cottage. Fire meets oil and spreads in an instance, engulfing the cottage in an angry blend of orange and red, devouring all contents and remains within. The smell of scorched wood reaches the twins who are looking at the sight from a distance.

"She was good," Atsumu comments, looking at his twin unsure about what Osamu's grey eyes are thinking about. Atsumu realizes that he didn't specify what good exactly means. But it doesn't seem like Osamu is paying much attention. Is Osamu thinking about you? Is he unhappy? Does he regret what happened to you? Although what's done is done already, if time can go back, would Osamu choose? You or Atsumu?

Osamu slips his hand into Atsumu's, erasing the unspoken worries away. He gently leads Atsumu onto the trail, leaving the burning cottage behind.

"Stop thinking such nonsense," Osamu mutters, squeezing Atsumu's hand. No matter what happens, Atsumu will always come first. His needs, his desires. That's what it means for Osamu to love Atsumu. Even though the rest of the world may not understand the relationship the twins share, calling it depraved and disgusting, it's still selfless on their part. What sin is there to honestly love? What sin is there to try and save his loved ones?

While Osamu admits to himself that he does feel a deep attraction to you and knows that Atsumu feels the same pull as well, there's nothing that can be done about Atsumu's condition. But it's not as though you are completely gone. Your essences and core are within both twins, being absorbed as one with their bodies and soul. You'll forever be with them in that way, even if you no longer have any sentient memory of it.

Osamu fiddles the button in his pocket; there's still a physical reminder of you in that tiny form.

It must be about a twenty-minute trek from the burning site. Although the flames are already far from eyesight, the scorching smell and embers still drift over. The twins pick up their pace, eager to exit the forest before nightfall and make it to the next destination. On the way, they pass by the tree trunk with a wanted poster.

"They never get my best angles!" Atsumu complains, ripping a wanted poster that is nailed to the tree trunk.

"It's not like you have a good angle, ‘Tsumu."

"Shut it, we look the same ‘Samu. You're just calling yourself ugly too!"

Osamu shrugs and continues his trek down the main trail. Atsumu huffs, tearing the parchment into indistinguishable pieces before throwing the shreds up into the air like confetti.

"Wait up!"

Osamu stops in his tracks. "Hurry up, loser. We still have a long way to go."

Atsumu takes a few wide strides and swings his arm around his twin's shoulder. Behind them, a very light drizzle falls from the sky.

[vneuns]

— “MY FOOTBALL PLAYER” + Dream

author’s note(s): inspired by @dysfunctionalcrab new little series and the popular football fanart as well ( which miss niss has also used <3 ) ! kinda rushed but dream playing football 🤤 urghsk anywho expect some feral boy hcs soon

cw: none … enjoy ! <3

The crowd went silent as everyone watched intently as Sapnap threw the ball to your boyfriend who was running towards the goal a trail of the opposite team behind him.

Your bottom lip curved inward as you bit harshly. If he made the goal it could change everything for him.

He had told you over the phone a few nights ago that since this was the last game of the season there would be multiple recruiters from college’s football teams looking for their next Tom Brady.

You couldn’t help but laugh when he said that it was crazy to think, your best friend since diapers could be anywhere training with some of the best football teams in history.

“You gonna cheer me on?” He questioned watching as you cleaned up your room through the phone.

“Well I’m a cheerleader so it’s kinda my job, but I'll silently be cheering just for you.”

Dream’s hands went up as if he was cheering for something.

“You’re the reason I am where I am ya know.” You shook your head as you placed your dirty clothes in the hamper.

“Don’t act like I haven’t heard you say the same exact thing to Sap and George.”

His eyes rolled as he swiped an empty water bottle off his bed. “Okay yeah but to be fair I actually mean it when I say it to you.”

“You’re an idiot.” You allowed your body to flop onto your bed right in front of the camera.

It never really hit you how much you were in love with the blonde on the screen on front of you.

He was the love of your life and he made sure to remind you of it twenty four seven weather it was by walking you to class even if it made him late to his own, or coming to your house and throwing rocks at your window in the middle of the night to tell you how much he loved you.

Dream was your other half and knowing in a few weeks you’d no longer see each other everyday made your heart ache.

But of course you wouldn’t let it show. If he was happy you were happy even if his happy hurt you internally.

The opposite opponent trying to keep up with your boyfriend was failing miserably as Dream was halfway to the goal with exactly fifteen seconds on the clock.

“Think he’s gonna make it?” Karl asked pulling at the pom pom strings from his pom pom in hand.

“Well I hope so,” You turned your body searching through the sea of heads before they landed on just the person you were looking for.

Karl’s eyes followed yours curious to what you were looking for. “him.”

You pointed to the man with slightly slicked down hair and a pair of glasses on despite the sun going down.

“he’s the football recruiter for the University of michigan.” The boy besides

you eyebrow raised in question not understanding where you were trying to go with this.

“tom brady went to uom and he set a bunch of rec-.”

Before you could continue the crowd erupted in a roar of cheers as the score board showed 21-38 signaling your team had won.

Without thinking you jumped to your feet cheering as your boyfriends team crowded around him.

This was his moment. Everything he had ever dreamed of was coming true.

After the yelling had died down and people began to clear the stands Dream jogged over to where you sat hands on the bars forcing you apart.

A proud smile made its way onto your lips as you stood up leaning over the metal bar with your arms crossed.

“hey superstar.” You winked with a smile.

“you ready to go?” he questioned, pursing his lips a little signaling he wanted a kiss from you. playfully annoyed you leant down pressing your soft lips against his.

just as you went to pull away he chased after you keeping you like that for a little longer.

it was heaven having your lips pushed up against his, you never wanted this moment to end, but of course the human need for oxygen caused you to pull away first resting your forehead against his as you heaved slightly light headed.

“what was that for?”

“for being by my side since like forever.”

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