#it was harder than i thought to get a good photo of everyone in shot

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wanted to draw borrower au stuff AND im obsessed with my totally real children so i drew them about it together

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boy failures for u - i. yoichi, s. nagi, s. ryusei, b. meguru

summary; in which some boys just love you so much, they simply can't function

genre/extra tags; scenarios, fluff, comedy, projecting my love for dog energy boys, they're so pathetic /pos, bachira is clumsy, ryusei is an embarrassingly horny dude (can confirm, he gets no bitches, absolutely ZERO play!!), nagi... is perfect as he is, yoichi,,,, is just socially awkward around people he has a crush on

[gender neutral reader]

a/n; look at me being fancy this one panel banner, slay. tbh i couldn't think of a good three photos to use for it so i tried this which is kind of nice. anyways i had a sudden thought hit me and it must be done. and what better anime to write for than the one where everyone has unexplainable gay tension between each other. i swear im as caught up as possible i think and i swear the gay tension is like,, crazy.

isagi yoichi is endearing. he's so bad at being normal around you. his face flushed a cute red, and his words barely managing to leave his mouth as you talk to him so sweetly. he doesn't know how to handle a crush. and it's so cute to tease him because he just doesn't know how to respond properly.

the times where he does manage to gain enough confidence to talk a conversation with you, he's never taking the lead in any of them. he's talking [somewhat] normally to you, answering your questions and [attempting] to reply to your thoughts and responses. of course, just don't flirt with him too hard. there's like a 50 percent chance he will understand it or not.

he can't even admire you correctly. when he attempts to give you a compliment, he's saying all the wrong words and apologizing profusely like he offended your entire bloodline. he's so utterly enchanted by you, he wonders if you're an angel sent just for him.

"you're so nice, y/n." "huh?" "i-i mean you're really cute! wait- i didn't mean that! fuck- not that i don't think you look cute! you're really a great person, you know?! sorry! i'm just gonna go back to practice...!"

nagi seishiro is so lazy that you can't help but watch over him. you understand why reo adores him (a little too much). he's a boy with pretty privilege and talent. he talks to you with such honesty that he unintentionally flirts with you. he doesn't know a lot of things well, but even he's had his fair share with understanding liking people (but that's only with the random dating sims he's tried).

when he manages to get on his feet, whether it's for a soccer match or you, he's stuck by you like a cute koala. he whines about everything being "too much of a hassle." but he finds himself walking around looking for you, no matter how far you are. he whines to you about how he had to get up to find you, and he's cuddling close to you. his mouth turned into his signature X shape as he pouts at you, annoyed that you just had to be away from him for more than a minute.

he tries so hard to be around you but at the cost of his laziness, he mutters to you about how much easier it would be if you just stay with him all the time like his purple-haired companion or his cactus pet. he fell for you first, but he makes it so easy for you to fall harder.

"why do you always have to do stuff?" "it's my job, sei." "you should just stay with me all the time. you take care of me so well."

shidou ryuusei is annoyingly desperate for you. if isagi was endearing, shidou was insolent. he speaks before he thinks. he has no shame in chasing after you. it's quite a feat that you haven't even shooed him away as much as sae has. you sort of find a friend in sae because of that. he always rolls his eyes when you mention him. he wonders why you keep being around the blonde jock, and you tell him, "who doesn't love a pathetic man?"

when he talks to you, he just can't read a room with you in it. he's the type of guy to say "this shot is for you." and it hits the goal post and then to his face. of course he'd never actually miss in a real match but i can guarantee that it would happen during a practice match. he unintentionally humiliates himself every time he tries to be cool. if sae is there, it's even worse. he's trying to bump up the flirting up to a 200 and failing miserably to woo either of you.

he's like those tweets where it's like, "how did i pull them? easy. i just went, PLEASEPLEAPLSEPWPLEAPLELA-". without fail, he basically tries to re-enact that but he doesn't even pull you because you'd much rather wait for him to actually be a decent man and grow the rest of his brain. though it doesn't seem he'll learn his lesson anytime soon.

"did i ever tell you how hot you look right now?" "yes. you have. multiple times. today." "please go out with me." "no."

bachira meguru is confusing. he's clingy, blunt, teasing, a little stupid but has the spirit, and an absolute cutie. he's passionate about what he likes. and surprise, surprise, he likes you. he's an infodumper but you don't mind at all. but sometimes those talks take a hard left into just telling you how much he likes you. you better hope you're strong because he will be jumping on you for a hug.

when he's just buzzing with excitement, he can't help but scramble by your side to cling onto you in any way that you will allow him to. he's not as boy failure as the others on this list because even when he fails to capture your heart, he's still succeeding in his book. he loves when you give him any sliver of attention. that's probably his thing as a boy failure. he is a hyper and needy dog who's too big to cuddle with but doesn't care. and you can't say no because then they just stare at you with those big eyes until you cave.

he's the type of guy to be confused when people ask if you're dating him and you say no. "what do you mean we're not dating? i thought this was the dating." he's never actually confessed, but he considers his "s-tier affection" to be confession enough. but he's kind of coward whether he realizes it or not. he's scared to actually say that he wants to be yours, but that's like an angsty story for another time, SO SHUT.

"what if we kissed? like right now?" "but we're not dating, meguru." "we're not? we should." "i'll think about it." "no think! just do!"

[katsu28]

through the lens

pairing: jamie tartt x reader 

summary: a richmond win, a trip to ola’s, and a camera is all it takes to find out how jamie tartt really feels about you

warnings: swearing ofc, reader is afc richmond's team photographer, 2.5k

a/n: humbly inviting begging anyone and everyone to drop ted lasso requests from this list or this one in my inbox <3 i write for jamie, roy, sam, dani, and isaac! now pls enjoy the result of my jamie tartt brainrot 

The atmosphere in the locker room was positively electric. 

AFC Richmond was fresh off their first win in a very long time, and everyone was beyond ecstatic, buzzing with residual adrenaline and pride on a game well played. All the players were in a huddle in the center of the room, jumping at each other with nothing but pure joy in their eyes. 

All you could do was try your best to capture the moment without getting in the way of the festivities, which you somehow managed by climbing up onto one of the benches in front of the lockers as you snapped picture after picture of the team getting their celebration on. Nobody really paid you any mind throughout, until you turned your camera on one Jamie Tartt, who was already looking right at you the second your viewfinder focused on him. 

He beamed, lifted his hand up in a small wave, and for a split second you thought he might’ve started to make his way over to you, but he was caught on the shoulder and redirected by an overjoyed Dani Rojas. You swiveled away from Jamie and towards where Colin and Isaac had started some sort of chant that you could barely make out over the ruckus. 

Focusing on them gave you the chance to let your heart rate settle back down after sharing that split second moment with Jamie. It was pathetic, really—pining over someone like him.

More of a silly little crush than anything, you knew it would never lead to anything because you’d rather a sinkhole open up in the middle of the road and swallow you up than tell Jamie that you liked him. But that didn’t stop your feelings for him from growing. He’d come back to AFC Richmond someone different—sweet and empathetic and the biggest supporter of his fellow Greyhounds—which made it that much harder to keep your crush under wraps. 

Hell, Keeley had figured it out within weeks of his return and accidentally let it slip to Roy. He’d very gruffly assured you that he hadn’t told a soul, but you were sure that the whole team knew about it by now. Everyone except Jamie. You’d never been so glad for his thick head. 

“Alright, I know y’all are excited about the win, I am too but listen up!” Coach Lasso’s voice cut through the commotion, hands waving over his head to get his players’ attention. At the drop of a hat, every single one of them fell quiet, eagerly awaiting what their beloved coach had to say. 

You were looking forward to it too, not only because a Lasso signature speech was always a great opportunity to get raw, unfiltered photos of the team, but because he always had something positive to say, no matter what the outcome on the pitch had been. The amount of love and care Ted Lasso had for his players was his strong suit, and it showed in everyone’s respect for him. 

“I’m real proud of what all y’all did out there on the pitch tonight. I know I say that after every match and I mean it every time, but this one is just a little bit sweeter. I appreciate every single one of you boys more than you could imagine,” He continued, looking to address each person. They looked like kids again, giddy with glee as they soaked in their coach’s praise. 

You took shot after shot of everyone in the moment, so enveloped in your craft that you didn’t notice someone had come to stand beside you until you let your camera hang. That was when you noticed Jamie, inching closer with an innocent look on his face until he saw you looking down at him. 

“Hiya,” He said, playfully nudging your leg with a cheeky smile. “Gettin’ a good view up there?” 

“Shouldn’t you be listening to your coach?” You shot back, fighting the urge to pick your camera back up and take a shot of his lopsided grin and stupidly endearing twinkle in his eye as he looked up at you. 

“Nothin’ I haven’t heard before.” Jamie shrugged, but he turned back around to look at Ted.

Even though he wasn’t paying attention to you, it was hard not to pay attention to him. That was a problem you’d increasingly been running into, not being able to focus when Jamie was around. You thought you’d had it under wraps, but it seemed like you’d developed a sixth sense for whenever he wandered into your vicinity. And lately, that sense had been pinging a lot more than usual. 

Maybe you were reading too much into things, but it seemed like Jamie had been popping up everywhere you went in the facility. Granted, it was mainly the pitch and the locker room hallways, but it flustered you all the same. One brief conversation about even something mundane like weekend plans or the weather paired with a smile and a cheeky wink before he disappeared around a corner and you were left wondering what you’d been doing in the first place. 

Ted was closing out his speech by the time you’d remembered you were actually supposed to be doing your job right now. You jerked out of your thoughts, snapping a few photos of the coaching staff before he finished up for the night. “Now go ahead and let loose, golden goose!” 

“I’m pretty sure it is geese, Coach,” Sam chimed in, giving him a good natured smile.

“You know what I mean! Go have some fun, celebrate, all that jazz. But not too much fun because I expect to be seein’ y’all bright and early tomorrow morning for practice. Remember, the early bird gets the worm! See, I know I did that one right.” With that, Ted waved the team off, retreating back into the coaches’ office with Coach Beard on his heels and leaving them with all their pent up energy. 

“Sam says we’re all going to Ola’s to celebrate!” Bumbercatch exclaimed, drawing a roar of approval from the rest of the team. 

“You comin’ with us?” Jamie asked you hopefully, tilting his head to the side a bit. Warmth bloomed on your cheeks at the prospect of him wanting you to tag along. “Catch the festivities, give the people what they want?” 

Oh. He was asking because you were their photographer. Not for the other foolishly hopeful reason you were thinking of. Of course. 

“Yeah, I’ll tag along. Gotta catch you boys in your natural habitat, don’t I?” 

Jamie’s mouth lifted into a cool smirk. “‘Course you do. You can catch a ride with me, if you want.” 

“Oh! Um, only if it’s not too much trouble.” You could only hope you didn’t sound as breathless as you felt.

He nodded, extending a hand up towards you to help you down from your perch. You accepted it maybe a bit too eagerly, because your step down from the bench put you a little closer to Jamie than you’d planned, barely a few inches between the two of you. You swore you almost stopped breathing when his chest brushed against yours as he inhaled a sharp breath. You forced yourself to meet his gaze, and it almost looked like he was as stunned as you. 

You both mumbled an apology, words tumbling over each other messily as you stepped apart. His hand flew up to rub the back of his neck sheepishly. Yours went straight for your camera, busying yourself with a few random buttons as if it were a defense mechanism. Neither of you could look at the other for a good while, not until you got into Jamie’s car and were on the way to Ola’s to meet the rest of the team. 

“So. What’d you think of the game?” 

“S’good! You did great, Jamie,” You exclaimed, excited now. It was true, Jamie had been on fire tonight with a goal and two assists. “All of you did great.” 

“Should I pose for ya next time? Give ya a proper action shot?“ He sounded only half joking. “M’trusting you to make me look good, y’know!” 

“Posing is overrated. I like the shots I get when you lot get out there on the pitch. They’re natural.” 

“But what if I make a stupid face when I pass the ball? Those can’t be any good.” 

“They’re called candids, and I happen to think they look better than your promotional shots.” 

“Bullshit! I looked sexy in those shots and you know it.” 

While he wasn’t wrong, you had a point to prove now. Taking a deep breath, you counted to three in your head before picking your camera back up, swiveling in your seat and snapping one, two, three pictures of him. 

Jamie’s brow furrowed at the shutter clicks, giving you a confused glance over in your direction. “Oi! What’s that for?”

“That’s a candid.” You said simply, ignoring your heart pounding a million miles a minute against your ribcage. You flicked through the photos, pleased to see that they’d come out just as you suspected—perfect. 

“Not even getting my good angle, some photographer you are,” He muttered, giving his head an overexaggerated shake. 

“All your angles are good, Jamie,” You scoffed. “And you don’t need me to make you look good, ‘cause you’re doing it just fine on your own.” You didn’t realize what you’d said until a beat later when he looked extremely delighted, but every part of what you said was true. 

Even caught off guard and driving, Jamie Tartt looked unfairly good. The lights off the dashboard washed over his handsome face in a warm light, making him look softer than the harsh lights of Nelson Road did. 

On the football pitch, he was tough and cocky, mouthing off to opposing team with the sole purpose of getting under their skin, and the lighting reflected that. He was Jamie Tartt, a striker with a right foot kissed by God, one of the greatest footballers in Richmond history. In this car, here with just the two of you, he was at ease. His guard was down, his facade gone. He was just Jamie Tartt, a boy from Manchester. That was the Jamie you’d grown some not-so-small feelings for. 

Ola’s was definitely quieter than any pub in Richmond would’ve been, though you suspected that the team rather enjoyed it this way. They loved and appreciated their fans, but it was nice to be surrounded by friends as opposed to being gawked at the whole night. Even so, someone had turned on music with a heavy beat that thumped through the restaurant and everyone was having a good time. 

It was the perfect opportunity to grab a few more quick shots of the team and you took it gratefully, milling around the place for a bit snapping pictures here and there before coming back to your seat to flick through everything. You had to see what you could give the PR team to put on Richmond’s socials. 

A pint of beer slid in front of you drew you away from your camera, but it was mostly the smiling Jamie who’d slid into the chair next to you. He leaned in a little closer to be heard over the chatter of the restaurant, bracing his arm on the back of your chair. 

“D’you ever stop working?” 

“Meaning?” 

“Nothin’ bad! I just mean…every time I see ya you’re nose deep in that camera, barely get t’see your face.” 

“The point of my job is to see your face, not mine,” You joked, growing more nervous at the way he was looking at you, like he meant he actually wanted to see your face more instead. Jamie’s expression softened into something fond, knee bumping against yours gently, fingers brushing against your shoulder. His touch sent a feeling not unlike static shock through you, racing through your veins and sending your heart thundering loudly in your ears. 

You were suddenly aware of just how close he was to you and leaning closer still, so close you could see a smudge of dirt from the pitch on his neck that he’d missed, the flecks of gray in his blue eyes. 

“S’shame. Got a face too pretty to be behind the lens all the time. Prettier than mine, even.” 

“Stop it,” You mumbled, but there was no real force behind your words. Jamie thought you were pretty. It made you feel giddy inside. 

“No, you stop it. You’re stunnin’.” He insisted, looking entirely sincere. 

“You’re just saying that.” 

“M’not. I mean it.” Jamie shook his head vehemently. You pressed your lips together, denying it still. “You don’t believe me. Here,” He was quick to grab your camera off the table carefully, leaning back a bit and hitting the shutter button determinedly. You’d barely managed to stretch an arm over your face before the flash went off. He squinted at the tiny screen, studying it for a few seconds before smiling proudly. 

“Think I finally know what’s so good about those candids you keep talkin’ about. That one’s a keeper.” He was firm in his words, turning the camera around to show you the picture he’d taken. Part of your face was obscured by your outstretched hand, but you could see most of your smile and a gleam in your eyes that you didn’t know you had until this very moment. You liked it. 

“D’you wanna go on a date with me sometime?” He asked hopefully, fiddling with the edges of his shirtsleeves. Warmth flooded your cheeks in an instant. “A proper one, where I can come by yours and ring your doorbell and give you flowers and all that shit.”

“Someone give Lust Conquers All a ring, ‘cause Jamie Tartt is a changed man!” You shouldn’t have been cracking jokes right now. It definitely wasn’t the time, but you couldn’t help yourself. It escaped before you could take it back. 

But Jamie just rolled his eyes playfully, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah, alright, have a laugh. You didn’t say yes.” 

“I also didn’t say no.” You pointed out, scooting a few inches closer to him. He returned the gesture, sliding towards you until your knees pressed together. You were inches away from each other, again, but this time it was different. This time, you knew how he felt about you.

“That’s still not a yes.” He said softly, so quiet you wouldn’t have heard it had you not been as close to him as you were right now. 

You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek and his eyes fluttered shut. “How’s that for a yes?” 

“S’good. Missed the mark though. Should be more like…” He trailed off, sneaking a quick peck to your lips before grinning sheepishly. “That.” 

“Sneaky boy.” You rolled your eyes, but your tone was anything but annoyed. “Good thing you’re cute.” 

He preened at your compliment, giving a little self satisfied smile. “And a good photographer?” 

“Decent. If football doesn’t pan out, maybe I could make you my assistant.” 

“That mean I get to spend all day with you?”

“If you can handle it.” 

Jamie’s lips quirked up into a soft smile and he kissed you again, a little longer this time. His hand moved up your shoulder around the back of your neck tenderly, a blooming warmth against your skin. “I’ll manage.” 

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can’t even convey how badly i need to be this tashi’s personal assistant/friend/confidant/? that’s always with her but people just can’t figure out your relation to her besides the fact that she’s always smiling/keeled over laughing when the two of you are together. maybe your patrick’s new wife and it’s chalked up to just a proximity thing, it’s easier for her to like you than be annoyed at your presence because it’s not like you’re going anywhere, her being married to his best friend and all. there isn’t really an explanation for why people zoom in on your lockscreen and find that it’s a photo of her that hasn’t been posted publicly.

she’s never been a rude woman, but she was noticeably closed off, drawing firm lines in what she was willing to talk about that never included her personal life. now she’s asking about people’s weekends, recounting her own with you and the plans the two of you have coming up, double + one-on-one dates that seem a little too romantic. maybe you’re the youngest of the 4, a nepo baby it girl with no set plans, no goals besides being hot and being a little chaotic. you manage to wrangle tashi into jewelry campaigns and get her to be the face of some clothing brand, keep her name alive and revive her career in a way entirely separate from tennis. let everyone know that you think she’s the most beautiful and deserving woman alive. you even convince her to take an extended vacation, a month just the 2 of you. you get caught one night after drinks, a blurry make out sold to tabloids. she plans to go scorched earth until she catches you smiling at the photo…decides it can’t be that bad.

i like imaging being her low stress private gf BUT if you wanted to make it angsty u could play up the fact that because you were born into money you’ve never really had to work for anything and don’t get that you will always be second to work in tashi’s life. it’s nothing personal, she’s just not the kind of girl to throw it all away for love. especially one that would bring questions and speculation and explanations to her family. maybe that pushes your own little insecurity button because no one’s ever wanted to- or HAD to hide you. leaves you feeling unimportant. like it all meant nothing, just a stop on the way to her. leads to the two of you butting heads one too many times, having a massive relationship ending fight. she makes it sound like she thinks so little of you, little rich girl that doesn’t know what real work is. doesn’t realize what it takes to run a family. HER family. she can’t believe how immature you are, liking tweets about “how historians will say you were good friends” (rip public likes), and with that you turn your heel, hellbent on making her feel just as shitty as she made you feel. and thus starts the PR war, taking digs and snippy comments at each other any chance you get. you call her a career obsessed psycho, she calls you a fame whore. you date the people you used to talk shit about with her. she sabotages brand deals. there’s a blurry paparazzi shot of her crying in the street comforted by art and clearly both unaware that they’re being photographed. you start partying harder to avoid the regret that’s creeping in. one night you happen to look up and see art standing there, making a quick appearance at some event neither of you could care less about. you and him had a great repartee before it all went down, he was a great sport about you getting his wife in bed and joined in a few times. for whatever reason you thought maybe that would keep going on, grinning and making your way over to him until you register how cold his eyes are, jaw set. one shake of his head is all it takes for you to leave the party in tears.

why did u stop there omg im invested,,,,,

these pictures of her.... tashi.....

i imagine you're someone she met naturally - maybe while she was getting coffee one day and a man was bothering you and she stepped in, it would be love at first sight essentially - for you, anyway - fluttering after her to ask if you can take her out, all hopeful. something about you intrigues tashi immediately - even when she purposely brings her hand up with her wedding band to push some of her hair back - she still agrees to a coffee date. maybe it'd be be nice to just talk to someone who isn't an assistant, or her husband, or a work associate -

neither of you expect how close you become. you're bubbly - someone tashi thinks she would have hated in high-school, seen as fake or whatever, but you're just.... like that. and you make her have fun when she's with you. when she comes over you make her these wild cocktails "saw this one on tiktok! look, its pink!!" and you make her dance with you to poppy music and it feels like those sleepovers she was always hearing about growing up, but never had time for. her life has always been about climbing to the top, working herself to the bone, and sure, thats not something you can relate to - but she appreciates the levity you bring to her life, regardless.

art notices how much lighter tashi is too, and a part of him is jealous, at first. tashi talks about you like you're a crush she has, like you're something special and that makes him feel.... something. but he doesn't have to feel in knots about it for long because its not long before tashi is inviting you to stay and their place - introducing you to her husband and her daughter - and art cant possibly be angry at someone who makes tashi smile like that.

although he does ask, later that night, when he and tashi are getting ready for bed - tashi had finally returned from setting you up in your own room - if tashi was into you. as a joke, mostly, but also not. and tashi had paused from fluffing her pillow and appeared to really think about it. "would it be a problem if i was?" is that she settles on. and art thinks about it. theres definitely something that gives him comfort that its not another man in his home that tashi has feelings for, even if that's misogynistic to think.

"i dont know." he says honesty. "would you leave me for her?"

and tashi laughs. no, she wouldn't. and if it did turn anything with you, she wouldn't exclude art. "i saw you check out her ass," tashi says, "and i saw her check out your dickprint. sweats, dear. we can all see."

and that's that conversation settled.

its not long after that that sex is introduced into your friendship. and for some time, its perfect. its easy - you go on these little dates and mini vacations and you stay over at her house more and more - in her and arts marriage bed, more and more - because art is an extension of tashi - you come to love him too, want him too, need him too.

but you were raised to have what you want when you want it. you get greedy. you want more of her time, their time - you start rolling her eyes when she tells you she cant come to see you because she has a dinner with art with these tennis executives and you start to zone out because you've never really understood sports and its become a sore spot. a way tashi and her husband connect, such a fundamental part of who they are and what they're built upon and you just..... dont get it. in the early days you liked to listen to her talk about it, but now you kind of hate it. it feels like a rival. a glaring reminder you're lesser than something and that's a feeling you dont like.

born rich and having people always falling over themselves to give you attention - tashi was like a breath of fresh air. she had as much money as you currently, but she wasn't born with it. she worked for it, and that made her have a realness to her you couldn't find in your real life. fake love, fake friendships, even your family is fucking fake - but tashi and art - they brought something tangible into your life, something that wasn't easy.

tashi treated you like a brat during sex - and she the tamer - and it opened your eyes to a whole new world. you loved working for her approval, because it could never be earned by throwing your money at her, it came from giving a part of yourself up and eventually that became too scary to deal with when you weren't sure if you were even permanent in her life.

tashi was never good with words and you lived for them and this eventually lead to your downfall - the breakup of the century - and its the worst heartbreak you've ever known because the only real and genuine thing in your life is gone, because she'd rather fuck a tennis racket for the rest of her life than truly build a life with you in it (at least that's how you see it)

and it hurts even worse because you lose art and lily too. lily who felt like a little niece to you. who always cheered when she saw you like you were someone cool just for existing. who you could watch all the barbie movies with and you didn't have to pretend like they weren't your favorite movies to watch.

and art.... who'd become a strange kind of friend... and boyfriend? over the years along with tashi. where tashi was ironclad art was mellow and soft and you could talk to him for hours about things you both were oddly passionate about. and he was a wonderful kisser. sex with him felt amazing. it was even better when it was all three of you, you didn't feel like some rich spoiled airhead between them, you felt like you were just a person that was well taken care of.

you dont handle the breakup well at all. tashi and art had always been more closed off than you - more quiet with their deep seeded feelings... while you were loud and screamed how upset you were from the top of your lungs. you were downright nasty about it to publicity.

no shade, full names said. trash talking boldly. calling tashi a tyrannical workaholic robot and how it was a nightmare to be her friend, and how you didn't know she was capable of warm feelings. you poked fun at art for being a lapdog and being walked like a pooch by his wife. (nevermind the fact you'd been the one to wear a collar in the bedroom)

its mean and childish and resentful and you're a bleeding wound and you wait for tashi's rebuttal. but whenever you're brought up, or something you said is brought to her attention, its met with cool dispassion. on both her and arts side. they skate over it, give a short and precise response thats somehow crueler than anything you could ever say in its simplicity, "if talking about me and my family is how she needs to heal, then she's more than welcome to it... what im focused on is..." and then she'd go into her next business venture with her husband.

it made your blood boil. it made you hurt even worse. it made you feel like you were nothing.

what you dont see is the dark circles under tashi's eyes every morning she has to brush concealer over. how sometimes the things you say sting so deep she throws her phone across the room and has to buy a new one. how very rarely she'll break down and let art hold her and she'll ask if she really is a cold unloving robot and art will tell her that shes not, that her love is different but its still real and genuine and he'll try to be a strong pillar for her but inside he wants to seek you out and find you, shake you and throttle you and tell you you're so fucking selfish and stupid because how could you not see tashi loved you? that he did too? how could you not feel it? how could you say the things you say about her, about him, when they'd let you into their bed and into their home and opened themselves up to you.

they weren't the most open people - and maybe that was something they needed to work on - but they'd been the most vulnerable they'd ever been with you. and you took their love and spit on it and said it wasn't shiny enough a rock for you.

it fucking sucked. he hated you for it. if he ever saw you in person he thought he might lose his temper.

you were starting to hate yourself too. why couldn't you be enough? why did you always want more? it definitely had nothing to do with growing up with no genuine love in your life, barely there parents, friends who only talked to you for your money, partners who always cheated on you once your sparkly quality wore off or someone even more sparkly came along. definitely had nothing to do with constantly being told you're vapid and artificial and have no substance to you and having the first people in your life treat you like you have value beyond your net worth - feel distant from you in a way you cant reach - is it any wonder you panicked?

perhaps you should have communicated better. perhaps you should have sat down and talked to them and asked how to be more a part of their life, perhaps you should have asked them to teach you more about tennis instead of growing resentful of it.

but those were things a well rounded mentally stable adult would do. of which, you are not.

at least they have eachother to fall back on.

maybe its time you got married too.

[ryuzakemo128]

Cara Mia (My Beloved)

Pairing: Billionaire! Joel Miller x Alessia Romano (Joel Miller x F! OC)

Content Warning: Cussing, Angst, no outbreak, post break-up, age gap (Joel is 55-56. Alessia is 28 turning 29), Jealous Joel.

Indirect Character Mention: F! Reader Supermodel(21yrs)

Words: 1021

Summary:

Masterlist Dividers

Note: Mood board is for Alessia Romano. Alessia Romano is an OC. Not a canon character. Sneak peek of Upcoming One-shot with bonus mood board.

Alessia had decided to start up an onlyfans ever since he broke up with her, she needed the extra cash. It was one of the few ways she could earn it without the extra leg work. She spent that entire week getting ready for it, setting up her profile, taking photos and videos, and planning her content.

He broke up with her to go out with a young supermodel. She said go ahead and do it. Just don’t be shocked when I move on from you to someone else better than you.

Was it petty of her to add those last few words? Yes.

Did she care how it impacted him? Fuck no.

Why should she care about him after she ‘set him free’?

Joel decided the best course of action after she disappeared for a week was to yell at her, who remained passed out in her lime green hammock.

“Where the hell have you been?” he roared, the rage boiling within him mixing with the worry that had consumed him during her absence.

“Well. You said fuck off, right?” Alessia answered, causing him to grit his teeth even harder.

She took it literal as possible and fucked off, right after he told her to.

She didn't have a couch in her living room, but she did have a lime green hammock. Not only that, but she must have passed out on it after passing out after four cocktails at the bar.

The television still had The Simpsons playing, the DVDs on her coffee table against the red brick wall, the black curtains shut tight blocking the sun from taking a peek inside.

“You're drunk,” Joel stated, the disbelief in his voice palpable.

“Hungover, it means I was drunk 𝓎𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒹𝒶𝓎” she corrected him with a smirk, though her voice was groggy, her eyes were still half-closed.

Joel's eyes narrowed as he stepped closer to her, the wooden floorboards creaking under his weight. He grabbed the edge of the hammock, giving it a rough shake. “Do you have any idea what I've been through the past week?”

“Hey, you were the one who wanted to break up. Don't come walking over to my place because you saw me talking to another guy.” Alessia retorted. “What's the matter, your 21-year-old supermodel girlfriend not good enough for you?”

Alessia groaned as she got up to shove her pyjama top on, a men's graphic t-shirt with marvel heroes plastered over the front of it. The same one she wears to bed most nights. She didn't bother putting her pyjama bottoms back on as she walked into her small, tiny, kitchenette, taking out the leftover pizza from last night to have for breakfast.

“What's your problem?” Joel followed her, the anger still resonating in his voice.

Alessia ignored him to warm up her pizza, getting her leftover soft drink from the fridge and Joel continued to speak, “You're not even sorry? Do you know how worried I was? I called everyone, I looked everywhere!”

“Why the fuck do you care?” She snapped back at him. “You have everything you want. Leave me the fuck alone.”

“I care because you're still important to me, whether you like it or not,” Joel said, his voice cracking.

He slammed his fist on the kitchen counter, making the plates rattle. “I thought something had happened to you. I can't just turn that off because you decided to ghost me after I made a mistake!”

Joel had been told that Alessia started an onlyfans that week, she didn't know how he found or who told him about it. Was it Thomas? Did he tell him? Was it Ellie? Did she do it to spite her? Was it his new girlfriend that told him about it? Who told him? Why did they tell him about it? What did they have to gain from telling him what she was doing now?

Joel spoke up again, much to her dismay, “What's with the onlyfans bullshit, huh? Did you do that to get back at me?”

“No, I did it because I needed the money, and it’s my body, Joel. I can do what I want with it. If it’s not with you, then it’s with someone else. I’m sorry if that bruises your little man ego, but that’s not my problem anymore. You chose the supermodel over me, remember?”

Joel’s jaw tightened as he watched her take a bite of the pizza, the cheese stretching out in a long string. “So, you’re just going to whore yourself out because I made a mistake? That’s your solution?”

“Did I hurt your small feelings? ”Alessia sarcastically remarked. “Did I bruise that pathetic small ego of yours? I have a date this evening, so you better shove off before I call security on your dumb ass.”

A date? Joel was caught off guard by her nonchalant announcement. “You're seeing someone else already?” he asked, his voice laced with both anger and hurt.

“A great guy from where I grew up in Italy.” Alessia answered.

Joel felt a pang of jealousy stab through his chest. “Italy? How long have you been seeing him?”

“He's the guy that helps me with my onlyfans content.” Alessia answered indirectly.

This revelation hit Joel like a ton of bricks. The rage that had been simmering inside him began to boil over. He couldn't believe that not only had she moved on, but she was also flaunting it in his face.

He stepped closer to her, his eyes burning with fury. “You're going to let some stranger film you? After everything we've been through?”

“He is most definitely not the guy filming.” Alessia implied he was the guy acting in said onlyfans content with a smirk on her face, which only added more fuel to Joel's rage.

“You're fucking him?” Joel's voice grew louder, his face contorted into a mask of rage.

“Why do you care?” Alessia walked to her bedroom to get her outfit ready for that evening. “I'm finally moving on. You should be happy for me.” Alessia walked into her closet looking through her black dresses to wear that night.

She finally settled on her A-line black dress with leg slit, batwing sleeves, and bat hem line. She had bought it from a designer store for this exact purpose.

“You don't get it, do you?” Joel followed her, his voice filled with a mix of anger and desperation. “You're not just anyone to me, Alessia. You can't just replace me with some random guy from your past!”

“Watch me.”

[nicoline1998enilocin]

A relaxing night at home

PAIRING | Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Avenger!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 5.5K

SUMMARY | You've been going through a bit of a rough patch lately and Tony's caught on, so he wants to do everything in his power to make sure you have a nice, relaxing evening at home. This way you won't have to think about work or any other worries for even a second. He will of course join you, because he could use one of those nights himself, too.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Age gap (Tony is in his late 30's, reader is in her late 20's), reader is going through some tough times, low self-esteem and bad body image are mentioned, talk about the loss of intimacy, surprise marriage proposal, smut [ slow lovemaking, nipple play, oral (F receiving), cock grinding, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), multiple orgasms, lots of praise/praise kink, implied aftercare ].

A/N | This is my first time writing for Tony, but I hope I will get to share many more thoughts about him in the future! If you have any ideas you'd want to request, please don't hesitate to share them with me 🖤

This turned out to be way longer than I had planned, but I just couldn't stop myself from writing more, so I hope you will enjoy what I wrote for all of you!

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💚

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Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist

Sure, your relationship might not be entirely ethical, but the heart wants what the heart wants right? And your heart wants Tony Stark, one of the founding members of the Avengers. The very same Avengers you are a part of as well, which means he is technically your boss. At the beginning of your relationship, you two kept it a secret for quite a while, but that was over when the two of you were spotted out for dinner one night, and the paparazzi shot some photos of the two of you in a loving embrace and kiss when he dropped you off at your house. Everyone found out not much longer and after some grumpy faces about the fact that you didn’t tell them, all of the Avengers were very happy that the two of you found love in one another.

That has been almost 3 years ago, and the two of you will be celebrating your 3,5 year anniversary together soon. That seems like ages away to you, because the last few missions have been kicking your ass harder than any other mission ever had before, and it's starting to get to you, both mentally and physically. Tony has noticed but he decided to leave you alone for a bit in the hope you would feel better eventually, but when it seemed to only get worse, he decided to lift your spirits tonight. The intimacy between the two of you - even though it never left entirely - has decreased, and that had him worried more than anything.

Usually, the two of you were always all over each other, barely able to keep your hands off of one another, but lately, you were holding yourself back more and more. You didn't feel good in your own body, and it reflected on the lack of intimacy too, you didn't want Tony to see you like that. Even though he always thinks you're the most gorgeous woman on earth and he tells you that every single day, it is getting increasingly rarer that you and Tony are having sex, which also definitely doesn't help to make you feel better. It's not that you don't want to be intimate with him, but you just can't get yourself past your insecurities.

Right now, you're sitting on the windowsill of your bedroom with your book, reading in the sun and taking in the warmth of the beautiful spring day. You came back from your mission late at night and decided to stay in your room this time because you needed to be alone for a little bit. You were glad you insisted on keeping your bedroom as well, so you could have your privacy when needed and right now that is exactly what you need. You had also taken Alpine from Bucky's room when he was sleeping because you needed some feline love, and it appears he finally caught on because you heard a knock of metal against your door.

''Doll, are you in there? It appears someone stole my girl and I'm very worried about her!'' he said with fake worry. ''No one's here! And not a certain white ball of fluff!'' you said as you laughed and he came in. Alpine immediately lifted her head when he came in and when she saw Bucky she curled up again to continue her nap. ''Well, we see who her loyalty lies with,'' you joke and he sits down on the window sill across from you, his back against the frame. ''Are you okay? You look like something is bothering you,'' he says and you sigh. ''I don't know, I don't think I am but I can't quite put my finger on what's wrong,'' you sigh.

''Anything you might want to share with the group?'' he gestures to Alpine and himself, and you laugh as you put your book to the side. ''I don't know if I should tell you, because it's kind of a personal subject between me and Tony. I'd love to get it off my chest, but I think it's better if I talk to him about it,'' you sigh, and he understands. ''That's okay, but if you ever need someone to talk to, you know I'm here for you, right? I don't like seeing you like this, I'd prefer you to be your happy-go-lucky self,'' he admits which makes you smile. ''I know, and I'm sorry. Just been through quite a rough patch lately is all,'' you tell him as you pet Alpine. Bucky reaches out to grab her and he puts his hand on yours. ''Just talk to him, and I'm sure you'll be okay, but I do need to take her now, I'm sorry, doll,'' he says and you just smile. He walks out with Alpine and closes the door behind him.

You sigh and lean with your head against the frame behind you, closing your eyes as you let your thoughts go their way, and they instantly go to Tony, so you're going to visit him. ''FRIDAY, can you tell me where Tony is?'' you ask, and the voice responds almost instantly. ''Mr. Stark is currently in his lab. Do you want me to let him know you're looking for him?'' the AI asks, but you say that it isn't necessary. You were just lounging around in a comfortable outfit so you're on the hunt for some shoes and when you found them, you're on your way to Tony's lab. You haven't seen him since the mission, and you're missing him now, within no time you're at his lab and looking around at what he's currently working on despite you having zero idea what it all means.

He's bent over a table and you check what he's doing before wrapping your arms around his waist, feeling him relax instantly as he feels your warm hands sliding under his shirt and over his stomach. ''Hi Honey Bee,'' he says as he stands up to lean into your touch, his back now flush to your chest and your face leaning against his shoulder. ''Hey Babe,'' you say as you inhale his scent, feeling right at home again. ''Are you going to let me turn around, or am I doomed to only get my stomach stroked from now on?'' he jokes and you laugh, letting him turn around. ''I can rub your back too,'' you tease and he gives you his beautiful smile as he finally sees you. He leans down to capture your lips with his and you scratch his back softly at the feel of his soft lips on yours.

His hands found their home on your waist and they were sliding down to your hips as he kissed his way down your jaw and to your neck to find your sweet spot, earning him a soft moan from you. ''Missed you so much last night,'' he said as he retreated and his forehead was against yours. ''Missed you too, but I needed some time for myself after that mission. I hope that's okay,'' you sigh as you look into his eyes. ''Of course, it is always okay if you need time for yourself and you shouldn't ever apologize for it,'' he says and you give him a small smile. ''I love you, Babe,'' you say as you wrap your arms around him again. ''Can we talk about what's going on with us tonight?'' Tony says and you nod, you were going to ask the same thing, but you're glad he brought it up first.

''Shall I make dinner for the two of us?'' you offer and he nods. ''That would be nice,'' he says and he captures your lips in one last sweet kiss before you let him do his work. ''Also, I love you more!'' he says by the time you're almost out of earshot, so you decide to have him let this win for now. It is already close to 4 PM at this point so you decide to just relax a little before having to start dinner, and you run into Bucky again, with Alpine in his hands. ''Are you busy, or can I have some more Alpine cuddles?'' you ask him with the biggest puppy dog eyes you can manage. ''Fine, you can have her for a few minutes!'' he laughs and you gladly take her from him as you settle on the couch, Bucky sitting down on your right.

''I just went to see Tony and we're going to talk about everything tonight, so I hope I will feel better after that,'' you tell him as you scratch Alpine behind her ears, earning a low purr from her as you do so. ''That's good, I'm glad you're talking to him about what's going on,'' he says with a reassuring smile. ''It's a good thing I'm running into you by the way, I was hoping you would maybe want to come to the gym and have a sparring session. Unless you're busy then it's okay if you don't,'' he says but you agree. ''Alright, but I can't make it too long, since I'm cooking dinner for myself and Tony later,'' you say before handing Alpine back. ''Sorry girl, but your dad needs to bring you to his room again,'' you say and Bucky happily takes her.

When you're in your room you quickly change into your sports outfit consisting of sports leggings, a matching sports bra, and a pair of Converse. You're not going to do too much intense training so this will be perfect. You look in the mirror and intrusive thoughts are taking over again, so you grab a wide t-shirt which you throw over your outfit even though it's going to be way too hot. ''Hey doll,'' Bucky says as you walk into the gym, and you're already on the verge of tears right now due to your intrusive thoughts earlier. ''C-can we talk for a-a minute?'' you stutter as you feel your composure crumble right then and there. ''Yeah, of course, anything you need,'' he says as he rushes over and pulls you into a hug.

''I-I'm so s-sorry,'' you hiccup through your tears and soft sobs. ''Hey, there's nothing to be sorry for. Everyone has a bad day sometimes,'' he says as he rubs your hair slowly, and just then Tony happened to walk by. ''Doll, do you want to talk to me, or are you willing to talk to Tony instead? He's here too,'' he says and you just hug Bucky a little tighter. ''You...'' he says and Tony heard it too. ''It's okay, we all need our best friend more than our partner sometimes,'' he smiles but he still places a kiss on your shoulder from behind. ''I love you, Honey Bee. We can just order something in for dinner tonight,'' he says and you just nod while Tony walks to his bedroom, a little heartbroken that you don't want to talk to him.

''C'mon, let's go somewhere more private. You never know who will hear what you have to say when we're out here,'' Bucky offers and the two of you walk to your shared bedroom with Tony since it's closest. You knock on the door to make sure Tony isn't there and to your surprise, he isn't, so you just open the door and quickly close it before telling FRIDAY not to let anyone in without permission from you. You drop on your stomach on the bed, burying your face into the comforter and you feel the bed dip beside you. ''C'mere doll, let's get you sitting up before you suffocate,'' he says and you do, sitting with your back against the headboard of your bed and that's when all your troubles come out in one steady stream.

''I haven't been feeling like myself lately, and it is starting to show in my missions and my day-to-day life. I feel horrible about my body, I have constant intrusive thoughts and to make things worse Tony is picking up on it too and it's starting to take a toll on our relationship I think. Like, we haven't had sex in almost a month, because I just don't feel like I can let him see me when I feel like this. I miss him so much and even though he's extremely understanding it bothers me so much. I don't feel like I deserve all his patience with me and after yesterday's mission I didn't even go see him even though he's all I want, but my mind won't shut up and it's making my anxiety even worse...'' you say without catching so much as a breath, but it feels so good to have it off your chest.

''A month, huh? That explains why Tony is a bit more grumpy lately,'' he says like that's the only thing he heard. ''What are you talking about?'' you say raising an eyebrow at him. ''Well, usually he's pretty okay apart from the occasional sarcastic comment but lately, whenever you're not around he turns into a monster, commanding everyone and getting angry over the smallest things,'' he said and he shrugs. ''I-I didn't know... I'm so sorry. I should've just pushed my thoughts aside and just do it to not bother you guys-'' he says and Bucky is quick to interrupt that thought process.

''Doll, no. Please don't ever do that. You shouldn't have to have sex with your boyfriend just so he won't be a grump to everyone else. You should do it because you want to because you love each other and you want to be intimate with him. Not because that way he will be nice,'' he says as he grabs your hands in his. ''But I honestly think this is something you and Tony should discuss. Also, you're gorgeous so those thoughts inside your head, you know they're not true right? Those voices aren't telling you the truth, instead, they're trying to bring you down and now that they're succeeding, it breaks my heart. Please don't give into what they're saying dollface,'' he pleads and you shake your head. ''I won't.''

Before meeting Tony for dinner you decided to take a shower in the hope to calm yourself a little bit, which did work surprisingly well. Now that you're standing in front of your closet you're opting for a simple black lingerie set that you know Tony goes crazy for. You're kind of hoping that after the talk you will be having, you will be a little less talking and a lot more moaning, so you're dressing accordingly. You put on a dark red sundress and when you're ready you go to the floor where Tony practically lives. Since you also have your apartment you don't stay there too often, but you like to stay over every once in a while.

You take the elevator that stops right in the hallway and when you step out, you can hear Tony preparing dinner for the two of you. He is still wearing the same clothes as earlier, but you can see he did clean himself up a little which makes him look especially handsome. ''Hi, Babe,'' you say as you approach him, and his face immediately brightens when he sees you. ''Hi Gorgeous,'' he says as he takes in your form from head to toe, and you twirl to show him every bit of the outfit you're wearing. You walk over to him and just when you're about to give him a kiss he lifts you and sits you on the counter, where he finally captures your lips in a breathtaking kiss.

''Did you dress up for me? You didn't have to-'' he says, but you stop him right there. ''I wanted to, because I was hoping tonight after our talk you could unwrap me like a reward for all your patience with me lately,'' you say in a sultry voice, and Tony immediately feels himself getting hard and starting to strain against the tightness of his pants. ''Is that so? And what if I want to unwrap my present before dinner?'' he teases as his hands slowly rub your thighs to relax you a little because you immediately tensed as soon as he touched them. He knows it's not because of him, and if you were bothered by him you would just take his hands off of you.

''Tony, please. We should eat dinner first, I have to get something off my chest before I let you touch mine,'' you say and he stops his antics, instead putting his hands on your cheeks as pulls you in for a soft, passionate kiss. He suddenly remembers the dinner he was preparing and quickly pulls away, always dropping you forward on accident. ''Woah, steady there!'' he says as he's turning down the stove and holding you at the same time. ''Can't have you bursting open your head now, can we?'' he says and you laugh, because he's right. You'd rather not end up with a huge wound on your forehead.

Tony finishes dinner and leads you to the dining room, which was dimly lit as a few candles were burning on the tables, giving the room a very romantic atmosphere. ''Oh my god, Tony! It looks amazing,'' you gasp as you hold onto his arm. Tears start to well up in your eyes at the sight in front of you, and when a small sniffle escapes Tony immediately turns to you. ''What's wrong? Is it me, did I do something? We can just eat on the couch if you want! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to overwhelm you,'' he says with a worried look in your eyes. ''Take me to the bedroom, Tony. Please,'' you whisper and he complies immediately, bending down to grab the backs of your thighs and lifting you so you can wrap your legs around his waist.

When you reach the bedroom he slowly puts you down on the bed as he leans over you, your legs still wrapped around him and pulling him in for a sensual kiss. All your worries are immediately forgotten, and replaced by nothing but absolute need and lust for the man on top of you. His hips slowly grind against you, as his thickness starts to strain against his zipper once more, becoming increasingly hard and painfully so with every grind. He just can't seem to stop himself from doing it, and you don't want him to. Your dress starts to ride up with his movements and when he finally rubs over your core, you let out a breathy moan at the friction.

''Let's get you out of this dress, okay?'' he says and you nod, already being turned into a puddle underneath him as you uncross your legs from his back and hips. he lifts it up and over your head, revealing the black lingerie you put on for him and he hums appreciatively. ''God, you look delicious now, baby,'' he says as he throws your dress on the floor, quickly followed by his shirt and pants. When he's undressed too, he crawls back to the position he was just in and you instantly hook your legs around him to pull him on top of you, needing to feel him on every single inch of skin possible. ''I need you to make love to me, Tony, please. I need you to show me how much you love me,'' you tell him, and he doesn't say anything, instead showing you with his actions.

He starts by kissing you slowly as one of his hands runs over your arm, up your neck, and onto your cheek, rubbing the apple of your cheek with smooth motions of his thumb. The two of you lay like that for a while as he slowly keeps thrusting up at you, giving both of you just enough friction to stay sane and not jump each other's bones. Right now, you need him to be gentle with you and show you exactly how much he loves you by being the most selfless lover imaginable. He gladly does, and his hand now makes its way down your neck again, followed by a trail of kisses down your neck, and into the valley of your breasts.

''Lift your back a little for me, baby. That way I can free these beautiful nipples and give them the love they deserve,'' he says and you whine lightly as you what he says. He sits up on his knees as he unhooks it and releases your breasts from their confines. ''You're doing so good for me baby, you're perfect like this,'' you let out another soft moan of his name at the praise as you're getting increasingly wetter, but Tony keeps on giving you just enough friction to keep you sane as his mouth closes around one of your pebbled nipples, his hand finding the other. He rolls it between his fingers, tugs on it sometimes, and all around just give it some love, while the one in his mouth gets sucked, licked and slightly bitten which makes your hips buck up at the feeling. After a short while he switches nipples and does the same on the opposite one from what he just did.

''Feels good, Tony. Love you so much,'' you tell him as he comes back up for another kiss, which you slowly deepen, your hands finding their place on the nape of his neck and in his hair, softly scratching with your long nails which earns you a little moan from him. ''Love you too, Baby, more than you'll ever know,'' he says and it makes you smile. You're already so blissed out that you almost let the words 'marry me' slip off your tongue, but get cut off by the feeling of Tony's hand finding its way down your hip and onto your still-clothed cunt, earning himself a bit of a louder moan this time. ''That's it, keep making those beautiful noises for me,'' he praises you as he palms you over your panties and feels that you're practically dripping at this point.

He slides down the bed and hooks his fingers behind the band of your underwear and you lift your ass slightly, making sure he can take it off in one smooth motion. When he comes back up he settles himself in between your thighs, his broad shoulders automatically opening you up further for him. ''Hm, you're already dripping wet for me, Baby. I can't wait to taste all your sweet juices on my tongue,'' is the last thing he says before you audibly gasp, his mouth connecting onto your clit and sucking softly. One of your hands finds its home in the sheets, the other into his hair where you can't help but accidentally scratch his scalp, earning you a groan from deep in his chest.

''T-Tony, it feels so good,'' you moan as he starts licking broad stripes through your folds, sometimes giving kitten licks on your clit, and finally bringing his tongue into your entrance as he nuzzles your clit with his nose. He keeps doing this for a little while and you slowly feel your orgasm approaching, and because Tony is taking its time, the build-up makes the orgasm only more intense. When you're close your moans get more erratic and you start grinding your hips against his face, eventually soft whines leave your lips as the coil is starting to tighten. When he sucks on your clit one last time you fall apart under him, and he keeps lapping up every last drop you spill, working you through your orgasm like he will never have enough of you - which in all honesty, is the truth if you ask him.

Instead of him crawling up to you, he pulls you down to where he's laying until your faces are lined up again, and he captures your lips between his own, and you can taste yourself on his lips and tongue. The two of you keep laying like this for a while, hands roaming over each other's bodies as Tony keeps whispering sweet nothings to you about how much he loves you, how grateful he is for you, and how beautiful you are. Eventually, your hands roam down his back and to his underwear, hooking your thumbs underneath the elastic and letting it snap back to let him know you want it gone too, and he gets the hint, getting up and pulling them down to free is achingly hard cock, which slaps with a wet splat against his stomach from the precum that has been dripping this whole time.

''I'm going to make the sweetest love to you, Baby, but I want you on top when I do just that,'' he whispers in your ear, and with a squeal you're flipped over and sitting on top of him, your cunt resting on his cock that is pressed against his stomach. You slowly move forward to capture his bottom lip between your teeth and when you do that you shift a little, making Tony moan as he feels you glide over his cock, giving it the friction he needs. You moan too as you feel the texture of the veins rubbing against your clit, shooting electricity up your spine and you continue these same motions.

His hands find their places on your hips where he rubs small circles while softly guiding you back and forth, but letting you decide the pace. You sit back up and increase the pace a little, even grinding far enough to give his tip some love as it nudges against your clit. Your breathing gets heavier again and you pick up the pace until you shatter again, this time your limbs are starting to feel like cooked noodles and you fall forward while Tony keeps moving you through your orgasm. ''F-fucking god, that feels amazing,'' you whisper in his ear and you nuzzle into his neck. His hands moved from your hips down to your butt and he squeezes affectionately.

''I will never get enough of you, and I can't wait to marry you one day. You're the one I want to grow old with, and who I want to have as many children with as possible. You have my entire heart, Tony, and I know I have yours too,'' you tell him, a few small tears escaping as the love you feel for him is practically flowing over. There is nothing you wouldn't do for this man beneath you, and you want him to know that. ''I love you more times than there are stars in the sky, I love you more than the sun loves the moon, and I love you more than anyone I have ever loved before. Tony, please marry me,'' you say and his eyes get wide as saucers. ''Are you- Did you just propose to me?'' he asks and you nod.

''Yes Tony, I just proposed to you. I never wanted a fancy or over-the-top proposal, and the time doesn't feel any more right than it does now. I love you so much, and I want to prove just how much by becoming your wife, Tony,'' you say, and this time it is Tony's turn to get a little emotional. He scoots back with you still on top of him and he sits up against the headboard, so he can look at you properly. ''Yes, I'll marry you, Baby. But only if you let me get you the engagement ring you deserve,'' he says and you laugh. Of course, that's what he thinks about. ''Okay, that sounds like a fair deal. Now, please make love to me, I need to feel my husband-to-be inside me,'' you say and Tony pulls you towards him for a passionate kiss.

Tony doesn't hesitate any longer and he lifts you while positioning himself at your entrance, and you slowly sink, taking every last inch of him while you turn into a moaning mess on top of him. He leans forward and positions himself on his knees, your back laying on the bed again so he can make the slow, passionate love you so badly desire right now, and with deep and slow thrusts he makes you walk around the edge of an orgasm, without pushing you over just yet. He hits your sweet spot every single time and you keep making the noises he so badly desires, letting out soft whines and whimpers, while moaning his name too. The two of you stay like that for what feels like hours and hours, until he finally picks up speed.

''I'm getting close, Baby, I'm almost there,'' he says and his hands reach between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit as he starts rubbing steady circles while giving the right amount of pressure, and your back arches of the bed and into his chest, so he can leave kisses and nibbles on your neck to work you through your earth-shattering orgasm. You don't know left from right and up from down anymore, all you know right now is Tony, and the immense pleasure he's giving you right now. You can't bring out a single word, instead just moaning and whining as he keeps rutting into you chasing his high.

Just when you think you're back on earth he repeats the same motions, and this time it doesn't take long for you to become even more of a mess underneath his skilled fingers. ''Y/N, keep gripping me like that, gripping me like you're milking every last drop and I'll cum for you,'' he says and you do. Not long after he reaches his peak, and he chants your name as he shoots his cum deep inside you, not wanting to leave the warmth of your body ever again. ''Love you so much, Baby. Can't wait to marry you,'' he says and all you do is give a soft smile as you're completely fucked out underneath him. The rest of the night feels like you're floating on cloud nine, and the aftercare barely goes noticed, but you're quickly falling asleep once the two of you are in bed, ready for sleep.

You're still not quite believing the fact that you proposed to Tony, but he assured you this morning it's real and it wasn't a dream. You're marrying him soon, and you have to tell the one person you trust almost as much as your fiancé. ''Bucky, Bucky!'' you yell as you run into the gym where he's working out. Tony just officially went down on one knee with the most gorgeous ring you've ever seen, and obviously, you said yes too, and you couldn't wait to tell Bucky. ''Doll, what's wrong?'' he said as he quickly turned around after hearing you call out for him. ''Nothing's wrong, I have amazing news!'' you tell him as you hold up your hand to show him the ring.

''He proposed? Congratulations. You deserve it!'' he says and he pulls you in for a big hug. You don't care if he's all sweaty, you just need to share your enthusiasm with him. ''Well, it's a bit of a funny story. Yesterday Tony and I were supposed to have our talk, but he prepared dinner and it was the most romantic thing ever, so one thing led to another. And after he just gave me my second orgasm I couldn't hold it back anymore and I asked him to marry me,'' you said as a flush traveled quickly over your cheeks and down to your chest. Bucky laughed loudly and just shook his head. ''I can not even begin to tell you how much that sounds like something you'd do,'' he says and you agree. ''But he proposed to me with an actual ring before I came here, so now I'm officially going to be Mrs. Stark in a few months,'' you say, the biggest smile on your face.

''What is that I hear? Did he finally pop the big question?'' Sam asks as he and Steve walk over to where you and Bucky are talking. ''I did it first, but yeah! We're engaged now!'' you say and you show both of them your ring, earning you some compliments as well as some more congratulations from the two men. ''Oh, I got to tell Nat and Wanda. See you later, guys!'' you say as you sprint away, leaving the guys behind. ''I can't believe he did it. He found the perfect girl for him and he hasn't chased her away yet,'' Sam jokes, and Steve and Bucky laugh. ''She deserves it though, especially after everything she's been through. She deserves all the happiness in the world,'' Bucky says, and the other guys couldn't agree more. ''He'll make her happier than anyone would ever be able to,'' Steve said and with that, they were getting used to the idea that you would be plastered to Tony's side even more than you already were, but they didn't mind as long as you're happy.

[hisui555]

Hazbin Hotel thoughts : Foils 3

(Foils 1 here)

(Foils 2 here)

(Foils 4 here)

Masterpost here.

Might as well crank out that one while I'm at it. Two words (and a half) : Alastor VS Vox.

(...Alright, not everybody at once, someone might get caught in the stampede.)

Yep, let's talk about two of the statistically main favorites (well, they're mine too in a way. In a "would like to see them trip up and crumble" way), who have a lot in common despite how much they despise each other. First of all, let's round up what we know : they have a Radio VS Video shtick that everyone and their dog knows about, inside and outside the show, are both Overlords, might have been closer in the past whatever that relationship was based on the torn photo of Alastor in Vox' possession (seen in Ep 8), Alastor died in the 1930s while Vox died in the 1950s, so the former has been around 20 years in Hell when the latter popped up there and highly probably met him there, Vox wanted him on his team at one point but Alastor turned him down as flat as his face, Vox infamously got butthurt (and it's implied he had/still has a crush on Alastor - at the very least a very strong interest to be noticed by him - if going by the Hazbin Wiki's cited sources, the archived "Hazbin Hotel Fashion Stream for the Comics") and metaphorically speaking declared war on him, while Alastor very much doesn't have the same obsession and outside of feeling aggravated by Vox' presence when Vox decides to crave attention, can't care less about him.

Hilariously enough, though, they have quite the lot of parallels, even hitting idependently the same idea - religious outfit, multi-shot of themselves around a target to get a point across, mocking doodles for a broadcast, ominous about-to-lose-it "What did you say" in a heavily filtered voice, clawing up a surface under out-of-control emotions, hundred-watts smile to keep up appearances (and as a tool like Alastor himself points out), the clothing style (though Vivienne liking bowties and suits does have a hand in it), the go-to guy where problems arise (Alastor being the powerful one dealing with physical threats the Hotel faces, Vox being the local babysitter to make things fall in line), the showmanship, the pride, the issues with control, the attention-craving tendencies and hatred of being ignored... you certainly saw the posts on Tumblr, I'm not the first one pointing this out, by far (deuxaeonn has a very good one here). But looking closely, it looks like either they have naturally a lot in common, or that someone (not naming names but giving you a hard sideglance, Vox) has caught habits or is emulating the other sub/consciously. Given that one had a 20 years heads-up in Hell on the other, well, can't be that far-fetched (even if nothing is confirmed at this point by now, at the time of writing).

The main difference is how they go at it : Alastor is steadier and truer to himself than Vox, who privileges quantity over quality. While both have issues with control and presenting an unflappable front (which they are very much not), Alastor manages to keep it better together, whereas Vox dissolves into what can be only called a tantrum when things don't go his way ("FffuhuHuck !") and his ego takes a blow. Vox also has to try harder or more actively to get attention to him (Stayed Gone's beginning, where he We Don't Talk About Bruno-ed himself by speaking about Alastor to say that it's useless to speak about Alastor. "Stop giving him the time of day !" - great job, buddy) while Alastor just has to pop up and in three quick sentences dresses him down in front of everyone. While Vox floods people with too much and meaningless information - be it visual or audible, hopping from scene to scene, Alastor plays with mystery and withholding information so that everyone goes crazy guessing ("I'm sure you've all been wondering") - which works well on the fans outside the show, but inside ? Not so much : Carmilla just shrugs him off, Zestial is mildly curious at best, the other Overlord don't even ask, Lucifer doesn't even know who he is, which drives him up the wall. The only one actually caring (despite insisting on the contrary) about what he does and why he's back ? Ironically, that's the one Alastor doesn't want to acknowledge !

(Oh, Vox, you wish Alastor would look at you the same way he looks at Lucifer... boy this is peak comedy gold.)

Alastor only needs his voice and aura of enigma wrapped into a mystery, while Vox has his face everywhere. Alastor chooses each moment to make them more impactful and plays his cards close to his chest, while Vox wants to be on all fronts and keep the cards coming to drown the opponent with them. Alastor only has to speak to intimidate, Vox relies on his bullshit-talking skills and hypnosis, though they both have confidence and charisma : Alastor's is more about danger and unpredictability, someone to be wary of, Vox' is about false friendliness and advertising, someone to trust. Alastor joins the Hotel for his own personal amusement and is very upfront about his sadistic motives, Vox plays friendly and hides his own behind false niceness and pretend service. With both of them, you need to read the fine print : literally with Vox ("Trust us ! With what ? None of your business" - seen on one of his posters in Ep 2 if you're looking for it) and metaphorically with Alastor - he'll honor his word, and his word alone.

Both also don't drop the façade when in private, though it doesn't take much for Vox to be pushed over the edge (a certain name will do it just fine), while Alastor keeps on the smile even in the middle of a breakdown (though if it's out of habit, or because he maybe literally can't is up in the air for now). They both want control and to be in control, and fancy themselves to be quite powerful. Their arrogance also doesn't help : Alastor goes against Adam without any angelic weaponry, and guess who loses the fight ? For Vox, Stayed Gone is basically him wanting to throw a stone and realizing too late it was in fact a boomerang. That he caught with his face. This guy should write a book : How To Shoot Yourself In The Foot 101. Funnily enough, they also seem to have issues with boredom and frustration : Alastor needs to be entertained, and Vox' life isn't sometimes as glamourous as he paints it out to be - that with having to deal with coworkers that put the "dick" in predictable and the "ass" in pass.

Alastor however is much more competent (if equally petty) at keeping it together than Vox, never losing that gentlemanly attitude (or almost). He rebounds more easily, and while both are manipulative, Alastor pushes the right buttons (not unlike Velvette, even if she's doing it very agressively) he knows will give him the best response, playing into insecurities and weaknesses (Cheap Booze (TM) for Husk, catering to Charlie's need of approval by playing the 'dad figure'), while Vox guides people to the conclusion he wants them to make by letting them think they did the process on their own (seen with Valentino) and prodding for the right answers. It's also interesting to see that, while he responds if provoked, up to know Alastor never really starts a song on his own : even Inside Of Every Demon Is A Lost Cause is a reprise riding on Charlie's Inside Of Every Demon Is A Rainbow that he composes on the fly. Stayed Gone has him responding to Vox, Hell's Greatest Dad is him hijacking Lucifer's show to steal his thunder, Ready For This has him as a part of the group, and only the Finale verse has him alone and clashing with the rest of the song, only popping back up from "And we'll do it with a smile !" line onwards.

It underscores nicely Alastor's ability to insert himself in the life of others and riding the coattails of what's currently going on to his needs, going along with the flow until his goals are met, from the shadows that make up his powers. Vox on the other side presents himself as a necessity taking over everyone's lives, in center-stage and spotlight, dominating all fields from TV shows to cereals and ice cream, for crying out loud, just like he did technology. His powers are lightning-based (outside of technology-themed), which makes a funny contrast with Alastor's shadows. Also, just to nail it home, one has an almost-complete red palette (with black accents) while the other's is blue (with bits of red). And of course, they're both the Old (Alastor, who dislikes anything made after his death in the 1930s) and the New (Vox, who keeps up with technology's evolution, always chases after new trends and replaced body parts like his head to fit better) - hence Vox also appearing more shallow but also more adaptative than Alastor, who's more upfront about his intentions but also a bit behind the times and could be left in the dust if he weren't so powerful, but in a way, like radio, is less regarded but still useful and relevant. As many people pointed out, radio waves are the basis for TV, after all.

Their ascentions to power are also different despite similarities : they both became each one of the well-known hot acts in Hell, though with Alastor it came completely out of left field to the shock of everyone, as he's rumored to be one of the most powerful Sinner souls in Hell on his own (presumably) and nobody knows how, while Vox is the powerful CEO of a domain that has monopoly on entertainment in the Pride Ring, and most-likely climbed the ladder in relatively "normal" ways compared to the sheer mystery surrounding Alastor : Vox made the right connections, used his knowledge, forged the right contracts and alliances at the right times and like other companies associated himself with the right people for it to work (the Vees). Vox managed to fight Alastor and live to tell the tale (getting "almost beaten"), and while Alastor can easily upstage him, this means that he's still worthy of the title of Overlord and probably no slouch in an actual fight. Probably. Or at least has a style of fighting that makes him annoying and/or dangerous to face. However, what Alastor can face on his own and mainly alone, Vox has to do while relying on others.

But seriously, if these two are revealed to have been sort-of buddies in the past, I wouldn't be surprised.

(Also, just adding : the idea of Vox getting dissed romantically by someone who thought they just dissed him in a business-way, because they're completely blind to the potential romantic implications, and Vox thinking this was on purpose, is just gut-busting hilarious. I don't know which way it'll go in the show, but if it happens that way, I WILL crack my whole ribcage in hysterics.)

Welp, see ya next time by brain goes "ding !" again.

Again, Masterpost here.

PS : Thank you deuxaeonn for allowing the link to your post !

[mermaidsirennikita]

What's your theory on what's going on with Kate or do you not care enough to have one?

I mean, I've had a pretty solid theory since the day they announced she had abdominal surgery and she wouldn't be back until after Easter.

(I notice that a lot of people who are new to this versus true to this think the Royals have said this and meant "she'll be back on Easter". OH NO MON AMI. If they had her LOCKED DOWN for Easter, we'd know at this point. They would've announced it.)

Is it possible that this is all a part of a divorce play by her (and William is trying to get her to stay) or William (and Kate is doing a Gone Girl type move where she's basically refusing to cooperate)? Yes. I am more open to that than I once was.

However, I say:

--This family is not as divorce-averse as people think, lmao. I see people go "but the Church of England" okay but like... the King.... is divorced... He divorced the most famous woman... maybe ever. And shit got better for him after they stopped twiddling their thumbs and did it. The royal family knows that it is ultimately better to just call it than to try and make someone stay. Anne is divorced, Creepy Uncle is divorced. It's not as taboo as I think some people feel, so if she's leaving... why concoct this story to keep her in the game?

And like, I do think William has SOMETHING WRONG WITH HIM... because no sane individual would attempt to handle this as he has been, and it is HIM, Kensington Palace is HIM, and Charles's office seems to be very hands-off about all this. But idk, being like "my wife had abdominal surgery" to hide her leaving you is a bit... much.

--Then we go to "he's divorcing her"/"has cheated one too many times" and she's in hiding. First off, adorable if people think Rose is the only one he's fucked with in this 20+ year relationship. I think there are probably MANY issues with that marriage aside from cheating, but Kate is not Diana. Kate was with William for a long time, during which I'm sure he cheated, before they married. She knew what she was signing up for. Is it harder than she thought? Probably. But I don't think she'd pull something like this over cheating, because the man ain't gonna stop so it's like... leave him or not.

But then on William's side... I don't know, dude. Yes, Charles really wanted to be with Camilla. I don't think it's as romantic a story as people think, but there got to be a point where if Charles was going to be with Camilla, he needed to marry her, and Diana didn't want to be queen anymore, so they just... divorced. I don't buy that William is attempting to force an unwilling Kate out of the picture to marry Rose. I think that if William wanted to be with Rose and Kate didn't want to leave, he'd simply have Rose as a mistress, as many royals before him have. And then, where's the logic of this man replacing Kate with Rose, but also trying to make everyone believe he's a good father and husband with this "William took the photo of Kate and the kids" bullshit?

So while I know some viewed the random article(s) about Rose as "soft-launching the mistress"... I did not. I saw it as warning shots from the media. They're not very happy with Wills; they know shit; here's a random article about a totally random lady they know nothing about besides her being a random marchioness who looks like Kate, who lives near William and Kate, who used to be friends with Kate but isn't anymore...........

--I also just think the idea of her being perfectly well in hiding is kind of ridiculous. Because I just feel like... unless she's in a basement somewhere, someone has to have seen her in all this time. If she's well??? And can walk about???? You're telling me she's either never left some house or has and someone hasn't seen her? Even Princess Charlene had to make up some bullshit about why she was in South Africa for weeks when she tried to escape that one time. (I wish more KateGate people would read about THAT story.)

If they're not divorcing, what is it?

If that woman could appear in a short little outing, not even speaking, maybe in a wheelchair, and look well enough... They would have her out there. It is INSANE TO ME that people think a family that regularly shopped Diana around at events, knowing she was self harming and binging and purging and throwing herself down the stairs while pregnant, that ignored how increasingly upset and mentally unwell Meghan was (while pregnant)... would just let Kate sit back when the world thinks William has like, chopped her up into little pieces and put her in a fridge.

I'm not even saying an engagement! I'm saying a quick "here's William pushing Kate around the garden", "here's Kate sitting and watching her kids play in the yard, VERY clear VIDEO FOOTAGE (because they've fucked it all up, nobody believes still images of her anymore, I don't buy that the woman in the pic in her mom's car was her 100%, and I think the most recent pic without her face in it is probably an old one being shopped as new) is needed. And they're not making it happen.

And I don't think it's because they won't. I think it's because they CANNOT. Like, if she was okay, I do tend to feel like Charles might actually make her show the fuck up, but I don't think she is and it's on William to handle it. (And William fucking up kind of benefits Charles, because they are always in competition. "Charles has cancer that's why he's not doing it" Charles is not only... Charles. He is Camilla and their entire office.)

So. I think she is either incredibly unwell mentally, or incredibly unwell physically--beyond what they've implied. I think there's probably some truth to what the Spanish press has reported about her health. I feel like something probably happened around December 28, and she is having a hard time.

And why not just SAY THAT?

Because a) this is a very old-fashioned ableist family that treats issues that have to do with mental and physical health with shame, and I mean, they have literally locked members of the family they find unwell away before, and if you look at what they did to Diana beyond what The Crown even showed... this is not very off b) William is a disaster who thinks he knows everything and both uses the press and truly hates it, OR SO I GUESS NOT KNOWING HIM AT ALL and his PR strategy has never been good so once confronted with a genuine crisis he's flailing c) of WHAT CAUSED this incident.

Did increasingly horrible conditions in that family and in her marriage cause Kate to do something? (I don't know why people would think this is crazy when her mother-in-law literally discussed passive suicide attempts and constant suicidal thinking, though I suppose the Windsors have recently made a lot of headway with their "Diana did it all because she was crazy" versus "Diana did it because we drove her crazy" press tour.) Did someone hurt her? Did she have unhealthy habits exacerbated by the royal life that led to medical complications? I don't know.

And I also think it's possible that they're hoping they can get her back to "peak condition" if they have enough time, and it's possible that simply won't happen. No matter what does happen, though, I can tell you that there is no way they can get their way out of this looking the way they did before.

Anyway, I've been on this train since literally day 1 and everything they're doing just makes me feel increasingly correct, so. The press is starting to turn. The New York Post (a Murdoch rag, which therefore SHOULD support them) started doing write ups about how her health may be much worse than they've let on. It's not good.

Disclaimer: theories theories theories speculation speculation alleged alleged

[fandomfuntimem]

Second chances: a fnaf au

Part 2

CHAPTER 1: Wake Up

Fire. Blazing fire.

Despite the dire circumstances Michael actually felt quite calm. It was over, he and Henry had succeeded. They rounded up all the animatronics, and burned it all down. Now it is time to rest, and he was all too happy to do so...

EEEEH EEEEEH EEEEEEEEH

Michael shot up. Fire. There was no fire. Where was the fire? He wasn't in his office anymore. He was in a bedroom. His bedroom. Not his adult bedroom, his childhood bedroom. Before he could fully process anything he heard knocking on the door, "MIIIIKEEEEY!!!! TURN THAT ALARM OFF! IT'S ANNOYING!" Elizabeth? No that can't be. Michael swung his legs off the side his bed and slammed him hand down on the clock. Was it all just a dream? He wondered, no. This is a second chance.

***

Michael jogged down the stairs. If this really is a second chance he won't waste it. No more fox mask, no more scaring Evan, no more pranks. Besides, William was barely around anyways, his siblings need someone to step up and be the parent.

The house was just as he remembered it. Neet with only a few toys here and there. Family photos decorated the walls, not a single smile found in any one of them. If you're visiting for the first time you would think its a cozy average home, but it really wasn't. Michael will never forget just how cold it felt, with each life lost the house only got colder. Well that's just going to have to change, Michael thought.

Walking into the kitchen Michael saw Elizabeth trying to reach for a box of cereal. She was right there, alive, not some phsycho clown animatronic. She's alive, He's alive, Evan's alive. Everyone is back, and he could save them all. For now though, he had to act natural. So he did. He totally did. "Haaaay Lizzie. What uh... what are you trying to do?" He said, god, this was harder than he thought. It's not every day you burn in a fire and wake up in your childhood home.

Elizabeth turned and gave him an odd look, "whats up with you? Got a stick up your butt?" She proceeded to give him a snarky grin.

"Haha very funny. What are you doing?"

"Trying to get to the cereal," she pointed up at the cereal box. Cinnimon charm puffs? Michael thought, didn't those get banned in the 90s?

Michael glared up at them, they deffinately did. "Why those? Don't we have something better," he muttered walking to the fridge. Yup there was a carton of eggs and a pack of bacon. If he's gonna do things right he is gonna do them right. No more cinnomon lucky cherrios or whatever they were called. He could have sworn they got banned for having vile levels of caffiene in them. Who even puts caffiene in cereal?

Elizabeth glared, "Daddy said we aren't allowed to use the stove."

"Yeah well, father isn't here to stop me," Michael snarked, "where's Evan? He's gonna miss breakfast."

"He's in his room. This isn't some elaborate plan to scare him again is it? You arent hiding that dumb Foxy mask anywhere are you?"

Oh right. That. First thing Michael did before coming down was throw it under his bed. He didn't want to see that nasty thing anywhere near him ever again, "no. I'm uh... I'm done with that. No more pranks. No more foxy mask."

Elizabeth looked skeptical, but she went off to Evan's room anyways. Evan. Michael's gonna have to be prepaired to see him again. Will Evan cry? He doesn't want to see that again. He'll probably cry too! He has to hold it together. It's hard enough to explane his sudden change in personality, but to explain why he broke down in ugly sobs the moment the kid he bullies enters the room? Yeah, there is no good explanation for that.

"Oh. He didn't hide'" Elizabeth said behind him. Michael turned, she was holding a small bat, and behind her was Evan. Poor Evan. He looked terrified.

Michael tried to look as friendly as possible, but that only seemed to make him more uncomfortable, "I uh... I made breakfast. You can go sit at the table." The two kids seamed skeptical but sat anyway. Michael placed down three plates with some fresh bacon and scrambled eggs, "you guys uh... you-you want toast??" He asked with a grin. Elizabeth gives him a suspicious glare, meanwhile Evan held his fredbear plush close and refused to make eye contact. Silence. Ooooh the uncomfortible silence. "Oookkk," Michael muttered, "no toast I guess."

Michael drums his fingers on the table. "You know what? I could go for some toast, yeah, toast, toast sound good," he said, shuffling back to the kitchen. While rummaging through the kitchen he hears Elizabeth and Evan whispering, he couldn't make anything out, but they sounded concirned. As he placed the toaster on the counter he felt a tug on his shirt, "whats wrong with you? You're being weird." Michael looked down, it was Elizabeth. She was giving him a frustrated and pouty look. "Nothings wrong," Michael said, "am I not allowed to be a good brother for once?"

"No, but it's still weird. You're usually mean and scary. THIS IS WEIRD! What did you do to our actual brother??"

"I am your actual brother Lizzy. I just decided to be better."

"Oh yeah? And what brought on this 'realization'"

"Fire. Blazing fire."

"What??"

"It was a uh... a dream. A lot of fire. I was in hell. Definitely hell."

Elizabeth glares at him again before sitting back at the table and begrudgingly took a bit of her eggs. Upon seeing this Evan cautiously took a bite and seemed pleasently surprised when nothing was tampered with. Michael started buttering his toast, glad that he atleast made a proper and enjoyable breakfast. It's been decades since he was able to eat so he wasn't too sure if he could make something that would actually taste good. Come to think of it. It's been decades since he needed to cook at all. How did he manage this? He was litteraly a zombie living alone. How in the world did he manage to retain the skill to cook?

Just as a was beginning to get a little too deep in thought he heard a small voice call from the dinning table, "Mikey. Can you make me some toast too?" It was Evan. Holding his plush close, he timidly did his best to look at Michael. Progress, Michael couldn't help it but have the biggest goofiest grin plastered on his face. Evan spoke to him and he didn't cry or stutter. He even called him Mikey!

"Sure! You want butter too?"

Evan nodded. Its not much, but its progress. Evan is still scared but he asked Michael for something! That's deffinately progress right? No matter. He's being a good brother. Sitting at the table he handed Evan his toast and began to eat. Food! Aaaaaah finally food! He was a corpse for so long he almost forgot what eggs and bacon tastes like. Everything is going right. He's alive, Evan's alive, Elizabeth is alive, he got exactly what he wished for, a second chance.

[neonfretra]

making hockey edits as a total newbie

having completed my first poetry edit its both easier and harder than i thought! which is pretty exciting considering the fact i have a poem in the back pocket that reminded me of the sharks. its WAY longer and i probably dont REALLY want to actualize it. but. fun process! talking about my process below the cut :)

concept

the inspiration was wanting to make a pickles edit and his number is 44 (and there are SO many sharks players that couldnt take 44 because of him. i mean it so seriously i hope they retire his number solely to inconvenience everyone for the rest of this franchises lifespan)

i dont think hes super widely known because:

the sharks are bad

marc edouard vlasic is bad

so i doubt the narrative of the edit makes much sense LOL

long story short, he used to be REALLY good. never got acknowledged for it in the broader scope. fell off with age . makes him super unpopular because hes signed 8x7m (shout out to past gm doug wilson) and hes bad. hes played with the sharks for the second most amount of games (second to patrick marleau who is like. THE shark of all time. hes so shark they call him mr shark. so if you grade on a curve...?) .

i love our shriveled husk!

the first image (the title card) came way before everything else actually, sort of my proof of concept and proof that i could actually make anything its very young pickles! that image is like. 7 years old

collecting images

all images (not including text overlays) were pulled directly from getty images

i got around the watermark kind of stupidly! most of the time, you can get around it by just pulling it from newsites that did pay for the rights to the image (reverse image search is a pal) or by checking social medias for reposts by the photographer or team (harder for me because i dont use any social media, use instagram only when necessary because it CRUNCHES)

i used mspaint.

it shows.

(brian babineau)

yeah it was by literally pasting the thumbnail (upsized by about 334% i believe?) on top of the image which is why its such a mess of pixels . the nice thing about the human eye is that it kind of smooths over the image if you dont look too closely . other times the texture of the image is so crunchy already that it doesnt actually make a difference.

(i DID edit the right image i just. cant see it?????)

(left: kavin mistry, rightt: noah graham)

for simpler shapes i did try to use an airbrush to fix it but its not super noticeable so.

the important thing was not using photos where theres a watermark over the main focus because im not making it look good enough to pass .

are there easier ways? oh god yeah. for sure. am i using them? well if you scroll back up

human centipeding images together

hardest part was the photos that mashed images together:

(man just check the original post for credits)

these were NIGHTMARES (now text free!) i have all the things i edited as separate layers if anyone ever wants quinn hughes disembodied hand or two pickles

making image two

the concept of this one was the second, but i had the final image ready to go second and finished it last. i finished this one second after fighting for my life to compile the images for it

the ideas straightforward enough: pickles on ice with the puck, other prominent defensemen going through the motions of a shot edited in. this is when pickles is like. capital g Good

compiling the pictures were easy enough? the hardest one was actually finding one of pickles HAHAHAHA

fun fact is that i chose a bunch of right shooters by coincidence. actually a miracle that i didnt notice until comparing pickles to them in editing. which i did extremely haphazardly (seriously i was guessing when resizing them

i did all this in an art program that didnt have the ability to select the subject so i hand erased the background. i keep mentioning it but if i had to work around erik karlssons hair i get to complain about it.

first time using the soft eraser if that means anything. the green background was to help me tell what i had and hadnt erased yet

this one took me the longest by far and had me questioning the decisions that lead up to this point the most.

making image three

PAINFUL. there are five different peoples hands on this thing and i spent most of it trying to choose hands that were interesting poses+decorations and in different places. didnt bother removing the watermark on any of the hands because why do i want to make more work for myself. erik karlssons second hand did not make the cut (watermarked)

the nice thing IS that there is a sort of photoshoot they have with consistent angles and lighting. i proceeded to spend way too much time aligning five different photos on top of this to make sure the hands are in the right place and about the right size.

an interesting bit of the editing is that the colors on the trophy photo were actually an afterthought! because it looks kind of nothing.

it looks nice next to the second image because of the cymk coloring but the problem was that the first three images had colorful elements to them and the fourth is just text on the image

adding text

alt title: OH GOD IMAGE FOUR IS SO NOTHING.

image 3 uses my favorite quote about pickles believe it or not ^_^

If you are new to hockey or are newer to the San Jose Sharks fanbase, you will see the withered shell Vlasic is of his former self and think that any conversation about immortalization in Toronto is beyond the bounds of possibility.

insane someone wrote this about another person. quite chuffed that you can read that phrase in the final image!

image four babe im so sorry you are so underbaked. the article on THAT one is literally just about the 1000th game celebration. but also its hella ironic

“I’m still the same guy I was when I came in, just 14 years older,” Vlasic said. “Plays the same way, does the same things, plays against the same players. Just 14 years older.”

whole lotta people want this man GONE because hes flopping so hard. everyone and they momma taking bets on when hes getting bought out. its BAD LMAO i hope they sign him another 8 years

in reflection

edits are way easier than i thought they were to make with zero knowledge of the medium! i had no idea what i was doing but i made something i feel extremely proud of, take a shot at it sometime ^_^

something i kind of struggled with was making something that felt interesting and unique but unified as a whole piece? i dont approach things with a visual "theming" in mind and i more or less tripped up on the colors LOL

give it a shot! a spin, even! oickles.

[wowilovethevoid]

This is my catharsis

I really don’t think I owe you any kind of explanation but I’ll will give you one. To be clear we aren’t friends anymore, there is no coming back from this. I don’t base this purely on the gossip I heard from others, this is also about the pretty clear signals I got from you that that gossip was true.

When you first started I genuinely pretended not to know you for your sake - I was really pissed when I lost that role to Jenny, and the whole team knew about it. I was pretty sure it had damaged my reputation with management and I didn’t want you to get dragged into it by association. But as time went on, the decision to protect you from my reputation, also protected me from yours. I started hearing things very early on, I heard you felt I had sabotaged your shot at exams. Since we’ve been friends for over a decade, I can see why you’d think I should have given you the benefit of the doubt. But your comments in the office made it very clear to me that you not only wanted exams pretty badly, but you resented the fact that your conflict was getting in the way of that. So yeah, it felt pretty obvious that you were placing blame my way for inadvertently reminding Simi of your conflict. And then the gossip just kept coming and your actions around the office only made it more believable. Maybe you’re able to forgive a friend for undermining you, and fact-checking you with your boss but I’m not. It literally happened it Teams once so I had 100% confidence. And Simi and I have worked together for 4 years, she would tell when other staff question stuff she knows I’m right about. Also, I could see you doing to everyone else, I’m not deaf so I heard every time you asked the same question of someone else when you didn’t like the first answer you got. And so did everyone else, just FYI. To me, you seemed willing to throw me under the bus for any attempt at professional gain. And then when I created distance between us, it got even weirder. I have no idea what you were trying to achieve, but I heard you started sharing all these details about my past, including formal photos, with people at work - painting a picture I was some kind of bitch for avoiding you. Other people asked me about it, it put me in an awkward position on several occasions. Also, I don’t know if you noticed but that whole management team was pretty ageist, so it was so annoying to know that when you talked about how young you were, you were dragging me into it with you. I wanted progression so badly, and it’d already been insinuated that I lost the role to Jenny for my age, and then here’s my “friend” reminding them that I’m so much younger than everyone else. But congrats, now they know you’re young too, you’ve probably screwed yourself. Good luck trying to get progression now. I had also already messaged you to tell you why there was distance by this time, so if you really wanted to try and fix our friendship, that was super weird way of showing it. Maybe you never thought I would ever find out all the shit you did behind my back, and if so - that’s naive, that office is a cess pool of gossip, I knew the entire time. You made every day in that office harder than it already was, my only regret is that I didn’t leave sooner.

[phas3d]

You Play Quidditch || Slytherin Boys

type :: fluff

tw/cw:: none

contains :: draco malfoy, tom riddle, mattheo riddle, theodore nott, lorenzo berkshire

summary :: you play quidditch either alongside them or against them, I automatically thought that you wouldn't be on the same team as them so uh,,, whoops - 🐍 :: masterlist!

DRACO MALFOY

Loves the idea of it, the two best Quidditch players are dating

But once he finds out you're better than him, he hates it LMAO

Everyone starts to compare you two and he's so quick to defend himself and say he's better

Makes everything a competition now, he can't stand losing

Who's faster, who can dive better, better broom, cooler tricks, everything is a big competition to him

During his game days, if he's against you - he does not give a fuck

If anything, he's harsher against your team to make SURE he doesn't get embarrassed

If you end up winning against him, then he'll be upset the whole time during your celebration party

But if you lose, oh my god he's bragging and taking shot after shot

Takes so many photos of his win and rubs it in your face every time you make him mad

During your games he's not super loud

But oh my god, he is a KAREN

Always complaining to the ref about how what the other team was a foul or wasn't fair

He has genuinely held back a game by almost an hour just by arguing with the ref

Eventually you did get the point

One whole hour of his yapping,,, for 10 points...

If you ever get hurt from playing, he'll mock you but be worried of course

He'll stay in the hospital wing until you're all better

The nurses have to beg him to leave but all he does is pretend to leave but sneak in during night

He helps you heal and get better since he's been hurt a lot from quidditch

He's kinda like your own physical therapist

TOM RIDDLE

Never liked quidditch because of all of the assholes who play (like his brother)

Often gets teased by the team but it’s ironic

Because the coach has literally BEGGED Tom on their knees to play for the Slytherin house

He’s an amazing seeker, one of the best and way better than Draco

But he’d rather enjoy his own time and not have to deal with teammates, practices, award ceremony’s, etc

He did play in year 3, and he was INSANEE

Literally got the snitch within 4 minutes, the world record for Quidditch… done by some little 14 year old

But he quit after because he thought it was boring, plus Mattheo joined and he didn't want to be around his brother

But once he sees you playing, he sighs and realizes he's gonna have to turn into a soccer mom

Helps your prep for all of your games

Fills up your water bottle, packs your broom, brings deodorant and extra socks, and ofc a shit ton of snacks

He couldn't give less of a shit about coming to your games, but he decides to go to one and only one

But when he does, he gets so irritated with how everyone plays, especially you, so he decides to join the team again

The second he joins, he leaves everyone in the dust and instantly becomes captain as well as Seeker (Draco was pisssssseddddd)

Starts training everyone as if they're preparing for war

Pushes you way harder than all of the others

Although he's a player, he's basically the coach since even the coach isn't as good as him

Overtime, he sees improvement in you and he's proud but won't show it

He supports your sport but won't attend a majority of the games, only practices

Surprisingly, he's pretty nice to your teammates and ends up getting a small soft spot for them all

Brings your whole team water and snacks, but he says it's just cause it's cheaper to buy snacks in bulk

But regardless, if you win your match, he's happy for you and won't do anything special besides maybe give you a small kiss

But if you lose, he'll make sure that you learn from your mistakes and trains your team even harder

MATTHEO RIDDLE

Super conflicted between falling deeper in love or being protective and not allowing you to get hurt

He also plays and he’s a beater, he knows how harsh the players can get

Comes to all of your games and practices to make sure you never get hurt

Runs at full speed if he thinks you’re going to fall

But you always end up saving yourself

Whenever Slytherin goes against your house, he’s always a little bit more gentle on you

But he doesn’t hold back against your teammates

Everyone calls him a wimp for not wanting to hurt you, in retaliation he wacks the shit out of anyone who said that

Soooo embarrassing in the crowd for your games

“THAT’S MY GIRL!!!!”

Definitely goes crazy and buys air horns, party poppers, a megaphone, the whole soccer mom kit

He's one of the Weasleys' number one buyers, since he purchases all of their fireworks

100000000%% DEFINITELY AFFIRMATIVELY CONFIDENTLY, he yells at the ref whenever they fuck up anything

One time the speaker called a foul on you since you stole the opposing team beater's bat and started wacking the opposing team on the head with it

You were 1000% in the wrong. No point in defending yourself

But Mattheo slammed the speaker's head into their desk and removed the foul from your record

Even when a point is rightfully earned by the other team, Mattheo will start booing the ref and convince others to join him

When you win your match, he's super happy for you and gets you a nice filling dinner

But if you lose, he'll just say that the game was rigged and that he'll beat up anyone who mentions the loss

THEODORE NOTT

When you make the team, he’s super duper proud of you

But once he finally realizes that you’re going to be playing and getting hurt, he instantly takes it back

He asks if you’re sure you want to play 24/7

He also plays, he’s the Keeper for Slytherin and is pretty good

Whenever Slytherin goes against your house, he’s shitting bricks

Once the match starts, he avoids you at all cost to make sure he doesn’t hurt you

But when he sees Matt slam a ball into your broom, making you fall from the sky, he instantly rushes to you

He helps you get off your broom and put you on the floor and then continues the match

Everyoneeeeee was booing him but he didn’t give a shit

When he’s watching you play, he’s so annoying omg

Definitely a back-seater

“Why would you do that?!? No go left!!! Oh my god….”

It’s never towards you, but your teammates

After the game ends, he loudly shit talks your teammates even though they're right there

"Bruh number 10 was selling the whole match" while number 10 is already crying on a bench from feeling so guilty

If you win, it's endless praises and a small surprise for you in some shape or form

It might be a milkshake or boba after your game, a promise for a future date, or just a bunch of kissings

But if you lose, don't worry he won't ever blame you

Instead he bullies the shit out of your teammates until they almost cry or burst into tears

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

Is on the Quidditch team too but he's a benched player :( He's not super duper good

But he's a back up Keeper for when the main guy gets sick or beaten too badly

So when you make it and you have an important role, he's amazed at how good you are

He does his best to support you and go to all of your games

He realizes that he might never be put on the field for his games, so he decides to quit and instead become a water boy

This makes your team reallyyy like him, and he gets popular with the girls on your team

So much so that it ends up distracting them, making them fuck up practice

So he quits being a water boy and lets Neville do it

He supports you at all of your games and gives you any tips he can since Slytherin is one of the top quidditch teams

Whenever you win, he's so proud you you!!!!

He takes you out to eat and celebrate

Whenever you lose, he shrugs it off and says that it was rigged anyways

Will get you a small gift anyways as a congrats for even playing

Always tells people that you're on the quidditch team to flex that you're cool

One day you get hurt from playing and he's so worried for you

But he calms down and waits all day till you're better

Always proud of you and encourages whatever you choose to do

thank you for reading ! 🐍 :: masterlist!

[thebelladonnaofbuffoonery]

❀ JJK AS BOYFRIENDS, GOJO — MDNI ❀

happy belated birthday to our husband ✨

going old school with the headcanon format, but i literally couldn’t figure out a better way to slap all my thoughts into coherent sentences.

was originally planning on posting them all together but yuuji’s ended up being 1.7k words so i split them 😭

CONTENT: headcanons, gojo x reader, afab, 1,542 words, fluff, sfw + nsfw

itadori version

sfw

just like how he can’t tell when people don’t like him, he also can’t tell when people like like him -more than just a celebrity (that he thinks he is).

he realised he fancied you because instead of getting a rise out of you with his teasing, you always shot back with an equally playful remark and a smile; i swear it’s the only way to beat the guy.

this is definitely a you fell first but he fell WAY harder scenario.

everyone else is astonished how you can deal with him. like you earned his respect so much he actually… does stuff for you?? the first time you ask??

still, his love is shown pretty much exclusively through being annoying playful.

LOVES to tease you by using infinity to stop you kissing him/touching him. but you best believe he’ll be whining and complaining if you are the one to withhold kisses from him (hypocrite).

puts his big ass hands in your face constantly. not in a “guess who?” way but a *stops you talking*, *covers your entire face*, *blocks your eyes* way. especially if he’s bored.

like you’ll be tryna talk with utahime and he keeps doing this. you just gently pull and push his hands out of your way and continue but utahime is definitely screaming at him for interrupting her.

is a bajillionaire but will never order enough food for himself and instead snacks on yours. he eventually then buys himself his own, and regardless of how much you yourself ordered in comparison to him, he always covers the bill. always.

the “fights to slap his card down on the reader for your coffee” type of always.

he’s always paying for your nails and hair and new clothes, and then demands you do a photo shoot to show it off. “they need to know how good of a boyfriend i am!”

and he’s hyping you up in the comment section every 👏 single 👏 time 👏.

has been reported for harassment once bc someone didn’t realise you were dating.

you have also been asked “is he bothering you?” in public before bc he rizzes you up so much sometimes that you just drone it out and it looks like you’re not enjoying it.

if you get married you’d better expect he’s goin be like “stay at home mama, you don't need to work”, though he has the highest respect for your sorcery.

fully trusts you with his life and knows how capable you are with yourself, he just loves protecting and supporting you… in a few different ways.

he does little things like always walking on the side of you closest to the road, and holds your hand so infinity protects you too, and he always puts his jumper down before you sit on the ground/bench-seat/anything —would lay down in a puddle for you to safely walk over without tarnishing your shoes.

but then he also makes up saviour scenarios like purposely tightening a jar super tight so he has to open it or your belongings mysteriously end up on the highest shelf (giraffe lookin ass).

the type to say dumb shit like “if you don’t do this then you don’t love me” (he’s half joking).

like he uses that excuse for ANYTHING from asking you to go to a meeting in his place to simply picking up the remote that’s sitting like a metre from him.

but you best believe he would drop EVERYTHING for you.

like he could be in a lesson and gets a text from you saying you’re feeling slightly under the weather and he’s teleporting to you.

curse needs exercising? well y/n needs me to pick up rice on the way home. “she said *IF YOU’RE NOT BUSY*” “and? i’m not!”

believes you are incapable of doing something wrong. like you could be beating the shit outta anyone and he’s like “sounds like your problem g. she prolly has a good reason”

once you’re together, there are zero boundaries. does not understand them.

clinging to you like a mf koala in private and trailing you like a puppy in public.

megumi finds it pathetic. “just wait ‘til your cold heart feels love, young man!”

he acts like he’s picking you up for the first time all the time.

you could turn over to him in the middle of the night and he’d say shit like “come here often?”

the sheer dichotomy of his texts tho going from “on my knees for you, would give you the whole world, completely at your mercy” to “u up?” gives you whiplash.

he worships the ground you walk on, but as previously established, he has no boundaries when it comes to you so you best believe he’s sending you a “i’m horny. come over.” text whenever he wants.

doesn’t mean there’s not unfaltering love behind every word though 🥰

is expecting a “good morning/night” and “i’m home” text to make sure you’re okay.

texts you while you two are in the same room as well. you could be alone, sitting next to each other on the couch and he’ll message you.

especially loves to do this when there’s people around tho oml.

you two are insatiable gossipers with each other.

you’re giving each other the “r u seeing this shit?” look all the time.

not to mention you’re calling/texting each other when ANYTHING happens.

he’s calling you on the phone like “yo you would not believe what a lame-ass hoe just said” and gakuganji still standing there like🧍‍♂️

sugar coats nothing with you either -about other people or about you. like you could say “thoughts?” in the changing room and he’d straight up tell you “and prayers.”

but he’s being “helpful” as he calls it, and always has a “better” option to replace it with.

you can never take it to heart tho because he’s serious when he says he’s trying to be helpful!

that and the fact he’s calling you hot 24/7.

has definitely pretended to faint multiple times when you’ve walked into a room. “itadori!” “yes sir!” and gojo just flops back onto yuuji who’s expecting this with open arms.

this man is obsessed with hickies. he loves putting them all over your skin to show off, but he loves even more to brand them in places you wouldn’t normally see, like the inside of your thighs and all over your chest.

he also loves to show off hickies you gave him so you better be bruising up that pretty pale neck of his! he wears those marks like a trophy.

purposely makes it obvious when you’ve given him a really big one. “your neck-” “so you’ve noticed?” “why are you bragging to me?” “because i just know you’re marvelling at how cool i look” “it looks gross” “shut up megumi” and itadori is groveling at his feet like “teach me your ways!”.

we all know gojo is a big brother more than he will ever be a father figure to those boys.

he also loves kisses, which he never realised with all his unserious relationships beforehand, but with you? he’s obsessed.

he’s kissing you hello, goodbye, good morning, good night, brb, just because, “we haven’t kissed in forever!” it’s been two hours.

nsfw — mdni!

i think it’s well established gojo acts like a horny teenager.

he is moaning loud and proud with you -especially loves moaning into your mouth because it’s just so hot when you’re kissing him!

same thing when you’re kissing up his neck or across his shoulder or collarbone… he’s in heaven. kisses are his gateway to sex every. single. time.

like the text messages, he will straight up tell you when he wants to fuck or when you’re turning him on. there is no beating around the bush.

and pretty much everything you do turns him on.

hes definitely done some dumb shit like purposely tickled you and made you laugh during sex, he strikes me as someone extremely passionate, but pretty unserious during sex.

he loves teasing you more than just making you laugh though. he finds it oh so amusing to edge you and make you squirm for ages before he does really anything, and just watches and laughs as you whine and beg for him~

when he gives in though, he gives in. wildest ride of your life.

he loves teasing and messing around, but it’s not like he hasn’t got the skills of pleasure to back it up.

you would go through hours of his antics knowing in the end, he’ll reward you with the best fuck of your life.

there’s no way he’d ever be able to punish you, really, because afterwards he just showers you in love and exactly what you need to get off.

his aftercare is good too. cuddles all around.

he’s definitely staying inside you for a while afterwards are you both come down before finally pulling out and pulling you in close to him, pressing delicate little kisses over anywhere he can reach -completely contradicting the absolute beating (positive) you just received.

always preparing the shower for you after and always suggesting round two in said shower. how could you refuse?

a/n: this is my first time writing for gojo so i’m a little nervous it’s shit aha

[rhokisb]

A Note to You, Now that You're Gone

Hey babe,

Just me again. Still thinking of you every single day. Still wondering where you ended up. If you're watching from your palace in the stars. If you're still dancing on cosmic dust. If you're laughing at our struggles from beyond.

I got little G some presents for Christmas. Sent it to grandma's house. I signed it Tante Lala. I hope he remembers. "Hi Lala!"

Sal's here for Christmas. I did good. Held it together until we got home tonight. That's when I really started to miss you.

Remember when you were pregnant with little man and we went to the maternity store together and I bought those pregnancy leggings and tried on the "baby bump" so we could take a picture of us bumping together? It's still one of my favorite memories. It was one of the last times I saw you while you were still home. I wore those tonight. Nothing was stopping me from turkey and ham. You would have loved dinner tonight. If you moved back you could have come.

I wish I could send you a Christmas message this year. I wish I could call you now, with this headache and heartache, and just lay on the floor screaming "FUCK" with you. In my heart of hearts I know that this year would have been torture for you. I know that HE probably wouldn't have let you see little man for Christmas. I know it would have been more heartache. I understand why you aren't here with us anymore. I do. I really do.

It doesn't make it stop hurting though. I still feel like I failed you, that I wasn't there for you enough, that I should have tried harder to come and see you when you said things were really bad.

I got him Minecraft stuff. A plush dog and a Ghast shooter. I'm not gonna lie, I just...really want little G to annoy the shit out of them with it. I thought you might get a kick out of it if you're up there watching us all.

I choose to believe that you have your phone wherever you are. I send you funny videos almost every day. I Snapchat you. I re-read our texts over and over again. Maybe one day I'll be able to show little man how funny we were and how much joy you brought to everyone who knew you.

I'm so mad I can't tell you about the family drama this year. You'd be howling. Probably be telling me to let it go and to stop being so dramatic, but you know me. I wish I could tell you about how this summer went--despite it being shitty after...you know...you left us. I'd love to send you photos of Sticky and how much she loves me. She pulled me out of the pit, this little 5-year-old saved me more than she'll ever know. Every time she comes and sits with me I just wrap her in my arms and hug her so tight. I know you're not supposed to pick favorites but I have to admit she's mine. I'll do anything for her for the rest of her life. Beans too, of course, but Sticky and me got something special. She reminds me a lot of you. I think you'd even agree if you got to meet her. Little firecracker. I hope that if/when Little G gets to come visit I can introduce them. They're only a few weeks apart in age, and I could see them getting along. Who knows. Maybe your sister will get custody and then they can be besties.

I'll watch "Filth" and "Party Monster" and "Love Actually" this year again. I'll probably still live text you while doing so. I watched "Sinister" recently and laughed at buddy's depression sweater. I asked your mom to grab yours when she cleaned out your apartment. Not sure if she found it or not. I haven't been to see her yet. We both agreed things were still too fresh and we were still both too angry about...everything. But soon. I promise soon.

I hope that, wherever you are, you get to spend this Christmas with Little G. I hope he feels your love surrounding him this year. I hope he knows that you will always be with him. Keeping him safe. Watching over him.

We got things here on the ground, Momma-Bear. The fight isn't over. Not by a long shot.

I love you endlessly, Mags. Forever and always. You're my best friend, that's never going to change. Not in a million years would that ever change. So wait for me. Don't get distracted up there. I'll see you in time.

[adventuresinobx]

In Control

Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: It’s the annual Kook beach bonfire party, and you’ve been teasing your boyfriend Rafe Cameron all day. When you finally get him alone, you switch roles and suddenly you’re the one in charge. How will he react?

A/N: Something a bit different than what I usually do but I thought I’d give it a go! Let me know what you think 😊

Warnings: Lotssss of teasing, smut, semi-public sex, sub!Rafe, slight daddy kink, the usuallll

You loved a Kook beach bonfire party. It was THE event of the summer and you’d been looking forward to it for weeks now.

There was music, drinking, dancing and of course the biggest bonfire imaginable. Kooks never did things by halves. And just to match - neither did you.

For tonight’s party, you settled for a white bikini which really barely covered anything. Your boyfriend Rafe liked it that way.

He was very adamant that everyone knew you were his so if the marks on your neck and chest - which you did attempt to cover a little with make-up - didn’t tell them, you wearing his shirt as a jacket to the party proved that.

You and Rafe were sat with Topper, Kelce and some girls they’d hooked up with around one of the smaller bonfires.

There wasn’t that much space when you all came to sit down so you opted for Rafe’s lap rather than the log seats like everyone else.

Even though now it was much quieter, you still kept your seat on his lap, his arms tight around your waist - protective yes but also a little bit controlling too.

You knew he had been in that mood all day, ever since he walked in on you getting changed into your bikini.

He did everything he could not to jump on you right there and then - but he managed to make it through and to the bonfire beach party without having to have you up against a wall, in the back seat of the car or worse.

Sat here now though, he probably wished he could have done something back then as he was starting to get harder and harder the more time he spent with you.

You could feel him under your lap so you wiggled your hips down onto his and pressed yourself against him as you absentmindedly chatted with Topper and the others.

As you pushed yourself down on him again, teasing him, you shot him a look and could see him furiously biting and nibbling on his lip in a bid to stop himself from moaning out.

“God you’re so sexy,” he said, leaning into your ear to whisper to you. His hand reached around to graze over your thigh as you all talked, but you batted it away.

You stretched up as an excuse to lean back and brushed your lips right next to his ear.

“None of that, or you won’t be cumming tonight daddy,” you whispered.

On hearing you say that, he nearly lost it.

He was usually the one who took control in the relationship but you weren’t having that. Not today and not tonight either. 

Tonight was a night for being a tease and you were going to make Rafe beg for it.

A few moments later, you untangled yourself from Rafe and stood up, almost wiggling your bum in his face as you got up.

You swore you heard him groan from behind you as you excused yourself from the group and headed to the bathroom. Rafe was in for it now, you thought to yourself, as you let yourself into one of the nearby bathrooms.

You took a selfie on Snapchat and sent it to your boyfriend, making sure to give him a good view of your cleavage as well as biting your lip in the photo.

Within seconds of sending it, you got one back of his hand on his thigh (two things about him you REALLY loved), right close to where he needed it, as he wrote on top of it: “You’re killing me baby.”

You loved having this effect on him and you quickly took another snap, this time removing your bikini top completely.

Back at the bonfire, he grunted as he opened the message to see the most perfect sight in front of him.

He bit his lip hard, probably likely to draw blood, as he tried to shift himself to cope with the growing tent in his pants.

“Where are you? Need you,” he texted you back.

You made your way to a quiet and secluded area of the beach and sent him your location, just by using an X on the map so he had to try and find you.

This would be fun.

***

It took him about 10 minutes to find you, sitting on the back of his pick-up, twirling his keys in your hand. If only he looked there first, he thought to himself.

“Took you long enough,” you said, one of your knees propped up so he had an excellent view of your inner thighs and the tiny bit of material covering you.

“Yeah it, uh, did,” he said, his voice quiet and almost like he’d gone really shy.

You figured he must have just been a bit taken aback by how good you looked right now - and yes you did look good.

“Not gonna come closer baby?” you said, your eyes skimming him up and down.

“Can I?” he asks, you smiling back at him and nodding. He took a few steps forward but not quite close enough for you touch.

“C’mon, come closer baby, let me have a feel,” you said, your hand feigning reaching out to him.

He moved closer, step by step and the slowness of his walking made you even more impatient.

“Come here,” you said almost sternly, “Let me feel you.”

You moaned out as you went to touch him over his shorts.

“Ugh baby, please,” he begged, watching you as your hand grazed over him. You dragged your fingers over his crotch and left him melting in your arms.

“Like that baby?” you asked, “Does it feel good hmmm?”

He nodded, bucking his hips up at the sensation but on feeling that, immediately you stopped yourself touching him.

“Remember needy boys don’t get to come,” you warned and he almost yelped in response.

He was so desperate to be touched, he really fucking needed it and as much as he just wanted to grab your hand and place it on his cock, he knew he had to wait.

“Get in the car, c’mon, we have things to do,” you said, and he quickly nodded, heading towards the driver’s side.

“Where you going?” you asked, “Get in the back, we’re fucking here.”

He was left stunned by what you said, unable to speak, but he did nod and clambered into the back.

“If you wanna take this off for me, get your shorts and top off, quick,” you ordered, your hands twirling at the strings of your bikini.

His eyes almost popped out of his head as you started to undo the bikini top and he quickly stripped himself of his clothes and sat on the seat waiting for you.

The pick-up was surprisingly roomy in the back and there was enough space for you to crawl in too.

“Go on then, you’ve earned it,” you said, giving him the undone strings so he could be the one to take off your clothes.

He pouted as he took the small bits of material off, leaving you naked.

You pushed him down into the seat by his chest and straddled him.

You knew you were soaking wet after all that teasing, so you dragged your soaking core over his tense stomach.

“Fuck baby,” he moaned, his words sticking in his throat as you put your hands on his chest and slowly rolled your hips down onto him.

He was a mess under you, his cock rock hard now, swollen and the tip leaking pre-come as he tried to buck his hips up for some friction.

“Keep it still if you want me to come inside me,” you moaned, letting your hand drop between your legs as you brushed your thumb over your clit.

You groaned at the feeling, rocking your hips against him.

“Do you want to touch me baby?” you asked him as he whimpered in response.

You could tell he was in pain and how hard his cock was was probably making him uncomfortable.

“Please can I?” he begged, his face screwed up in a mix of pain and pleasure, “Wanna taste, please.”

You bit your lip at his words and you only got wetter at the thought.

“Go on then, have a taste,” you said, threading your fingers into his as you guided him to your clit.

He stayed still for a moment.

“Go on then Rafey, cmon, I want it too.”

The sound of your voice sent a jolt through his cock as he reached forward and touched you.

You were dripping wet and the feeling of you on his fingers made him harder, if that was even possible.

He ran his fingers over your clit and you moaned at the feeling, grinding into his stomach at the sensation.

He took some of your wetness and ran it all the way down your slit, you lifting your hips to give him the best access.

He kept the speed constant, the movements sharp and for a moment he was in control. But only for a moment.

“Enough,” you told him, trying to control your moans, “Time to taste me.”

He nodded and gave his fingers one more swipe over you to collect as much as he could before he moved his fingers to his mouth and started to suck.

“Tastes good baby?” you groaned, letting him lap it all up off his fingers.

“Fucking incredible,” he said, licking every one of his fingers clean as you watched on.

You were desperate for more but you knew playing the long game would be better for the both of you.

“I’m so hard,” he whined as you readjusted on him, the wetness he’d created leaving a trail over his stomach.

“Why, did you want to come?” you asked him, your hips still rolling over his stomach for the friction.

“Please, please,” he begged, “I won’t last long if you keep doing that.” You decided to let him have what he wanted - for now at least.

It was fun being the dominant one for a change.

“Why don’t you just slip inside me baby? You can come that way if you want,” you said, your voice hoarse.

His fingers immediately moved to your clit and you folded in two at the feeling.

He took the opportunity to kiss you roughly on the mouth, realising he hadn’t even been given a chance to kiss you since all this started.

“Ohhh Rafe,” you moaned, letting his lips move to your neck. The sound of you moaning his name so euphorically had his cock twitching.

He couldn’t hold it much longer, he needed that release and he wasn’t even inside you yet.

“Fuck baby, I need to come, please can I?” he asked, his voice straining at the sensation.

“Hold it,” you said, moving a little lower down his body so you could grind your pussy down on his cock.

As you moved your hips, he went insane and you could feel his dick almost pulsing at the feeling.

“Please I can’t hold it anymore, please,” he begged, his face scrunched up tight.

“Go on then Rafey, let it go,” you said, your voice a whisper as he groaned and screamed and came all over your pussy.

“I don’t think you’ve ever done that before,” you said, moving his hand to your clit and letting him push his seed inside you, “But you can do it again soon.”

You moved your hand up to stroke his face as sweat poured down him.

He was way too overstimulated right now and the slight movements of you over his cock made his over sensitive tip hurt even more.

“Such a good boy for me Rafey,” you said, stroking your thumb across his cheek sweetly as he looked up at you with puppy dog eyes.

With one more roll of your hips, his eyes turned dark.

“My turn now,” he said, his dominant side quickly returning. “Get outside and get on your knees.”

[rcksmith]

Desire — Kaz Brekker

(Photo not mine)

Requests: “Hello there! I've been around this blog for a bit now and you are an amazing writer! I was wondering if you would be ok with doing something with 21 28 & 29 from the smut prompts and kaz brekker? If you are uncomfortable please just ignore this!”

“Kaz brekker Smut prompts 28 66?? Love you💖!!”

“I can request Kaz smut prompts 29?❤️”

Smut prompts:

21. “Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”

28. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

29. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

66. “You know I don’t like to be teased.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, mention of shot, mention of desire, desire, mention of smut, explicit smut, NSFW.

Word count: 3k

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

I hope you like💕 English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

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There was something about you. Something impossible to decipher, with a glow hovering around you like a electrical energy. Wrapping your whole body in a cloak of magnetism. There was something about the way you spoke, walked, laugh. Something about what it was like to be you, in your beauty and mysteries like a sphinx.

Something that made Kaz Brekker completely furious.

You couldn't be more distorted from the image, in Kaz's mind, than what was to be a peaceful woman. Calm, controled, with steel emotions and wit in eyes. Someone who, like him, knew how to dance the waltz of negotiation, manipulation, who could blend in with the shadows and know the best time to listen more than speak.

You were not like Inej, you were not like Jesper. Hell, you were like nobody Kaz has known in all of his 28 years.

Nothing reminiscent of calm and control would be used to describe what it meant to be you.

Your soul are stormy, loud, obstinate, too stubborn and too talkative. You needed to speak loudly, laugh, move, expose your opinions to the seven winds and to whoever listened the most. You needed to question, inquire, doubt and test the limits of any situation. A direct order for you would be an affront to your free and independent spirit. A command that would curtail your freedom or tame your strong genius was almost like an invitation for you to do exactly the opposite of what they had ordered you to do.

So, for a man of trained reasoning, subtly balanced world, and who was used to his every command being followed vehemently and promptly in blind obedience, such a personality like you was like introducing a disturbing factor capable of shaking all his judgments. Sand in a watch, or stone in a shoe, would be no more a nuisance than a strong nature like your.

The extraordinary stubbornness and mania to counter his orders - when, in your words, they were unreasonable - had made you different from all the women Brekker had ever met. Kaz liked challenges and responsibilities, a good puzzle, but you were on a level far beyond that.

You were a danger to his peace of mind. And you knew that. All his aversion to your indomitable spirit only served as fuel for your own mission in to piss him off. Few men were like Kaz Brekker, you knew that, with a strength of character too powerful to be ignored. He was not just comfortable in his position of authority as he was obviously unable to act in any other way than as a leader. His stoic figure and always so contained in a wall of indifference made you want to ruffle his hair to see if you could remove any emotion. And being a girl who hasn't always liked leaders, Kaz Brekker was a huge temptation. Few moments had been better than those that you managed to piss him off beyond what he could handle.

However, all the reasons why the two of you were so exasperating for each other, did not explain why the air crackled in ambiguity when your eyes met. The hemisphere was adorned in a thought-provoking, poignant veil, like a warm honey flowing down its throat, and there was something else in the way blood flowed like flames of fire through veins of you two.

Jesper said that the sexual tension between you was so tangible that it could be cut by one of Inej's knives, but you refused to think of Kaz that way. At least until that moment.

Not pure images of what the infamous Brekker could do to you between four walls swept you like the strong Arabian wind. Making you be surprisingly breathless. Kaz was not a man whose private life was exposed, nor was he involved with many women, but you have heard two or three of them when they were drunk saying that Kaz Brekker in the room could be incendiary.

Everyone knew that his touch reserve didn't limit him to anything, but that his job was at the top of the priority list and that sexual encounters were almost never on that list.

"It was not my fault!” Jesper defended himself one night, slightly drunk, sitting at the club's round table next to the other crows “I didn't know he was married to another man! That damn pretty face seduced me!”

"Did he seduce you?" You asked, skeptical and playful.

"I swear to God! And it had been a long time since I had sex with anyone, and I went… ”

“But you did sex last week." Inej laughed, chocked.

"Exactly!" Jesper said, as if he were obvious.

You laughed with your beer glass in your hand, taking another sip.

“Is a week a long time to not sleep with anyone?" Matthias retorted, trying not to laugh.

“Are you going to tell me that is not?” Jesper and Nina spoke at the same time.

“If a man has time for sex more than once a week, he clearly doesn't have much to do. And I'm sure I gave Jesper a lot of tasks that would keep him busy.” Kaz narrowed his eyes at his friend, and Jesper hid his guilt behind the rim of his beer glass, looking to the side.

"So you are saying that you are a very busy man?" You teased, trying not to laugh at the scathing look Kaz sent you.

"I disagree. The values ​​of hard work and discipline cannot match the hot body of a woman in bed.” Matthias said, exchanging a brief conspiratorial look with Nina, who winked at him.

"There are more important things." Said Kaz.

"Like what?" You rested your chin on the back of the hand whose elbow was on the table, the playful look of a rebellious student.

"Progress." Kaz held your gaze.

He wasn't going to take your bait. But you didn't give up easy.

"Tell me, if God gave you a deal: all the hunger in the world would be extinguished in exchange for you never being able to have sex again, what would you choose?" your eyes had a teasing feline glow.

At that moment, Kaz felt a shiver up the back of his neck, like a warm breath of autumn. Something crawled, like a snake, across his rib cage and down to his groin, pumping blood like fire through his veins.

He held your gaze, but the feline glow in your eyes promised to contain the most ardent sins. Suddenly, Kaz's mind was flooded by the wave of obscene images of you, on his bed; moaning, squirming, shouting his name and being very obedient with every order he gave you.

He would make you such a good girl...

"I don't believe in God." He replied succinctly, the predator's eyes still in your eyes audacious feline's.

A big, satisfied smile spread across your face, and you said: "As I thought. Bad luck for hungry people.”

Realizing that he had fallen right into your cunning trap, Kaz got rid of your diabolical magnetism and cursed.

“I didn't say…” he stopped, impatient “It doesn't matter. I have more important things to do than waste time here.”

But the smile you hid behind the glass was noticeable to Kaz.

After that night, the crackling, gasping flame that circled the two of you intensified to alarming levels. Kaz could feel you holding your breath when he was too close, and you could see him squeezing his cane harder when you sweetened your voice for him.

However, regardless of Kaz's wanted to fold you at a table and put an end to your brat girl pose, enjoying the groans he was sure you would let out, the two of you still fought like dog and cat.

Just as it was now.

“What do you mean, I'm not going?!” You looked at Kaz, amazed, when he told you that you would not participate in the robbery that week “I know that security system like the back of my hand!”

It was true, what you had of stubbornness, you had of technological intelligence. There was no computer that you would not hack, a program that you would not hack, and a system that you would not unlock. Your genius with technology made up for all your lack of obedience.

But Kaz ignored. “I've already told you. It's a more dangerous mission than you're used to and we don't have time for the plans you come up with right away.” He needled you.

“Are you referring to Switzerland?” You were never anything short of direct and inquiring. It was logical that you would question every orden. “But I already told you that when the alarm went off your plan didn't work anymore! I was more useful inside to deactivate the alarm than waiting outside.”

And stubborn. Holy God, how stubborn you were!

"And it cost you to get shot."

"But it was just a shot!"

Kaz looked at you, puzzled. “Just?! And wasn't it enough ?! You put the whole team at risk!”

“But if I hadn't deactivated the alarm, we would all be arrested! And only I knew how to do that!”

"My fucking God, isn't there a speck of common sense in you?!"

But you answered boldly: "Not when you impose clueless plans on me."

Mortified would be an understatement to describe how he was now. What an unbearable creature! Kaz felt the anger spread from his neck to his face, igniting his breath and squinting his eyes in annoyance.

Why was it so difficult for you to follow a simple goddamn rule?!

“Besides, your initial plan was flawed and there was no reason for me to be out when it was necessary inside and...” And you kept talking!

If you had noticed Kaz's completely enraged state in front of you, you would have been scared, shut up and ran. But, truth be told, Kaz suspected that even if you knew how to read the murderous humor in his eyes, you wouldn't have left that office. Much less be afraid. You could argue with the demon. And you would probably beat him out of tiredness.

However, regardless of the desire to shake you up, to see if that put any good sense in you, in that second, watching you gesture with your hands, defending your point of view as if it were the england queen's crown, something swept Kaz's body from the top of his head with dark hair to the tips of his illustrated boots.

The sound of the world was drowned out by the flow of blood itself in his veins. His heart hammered hard in his chest and, in that instant, a sharp sting in his groin and the pit of his stomach set him on fire.

His gaze went down to your mouth, which kept moving. And when it came up to your eyes, your stubborn and defiant gaze sent Kaz's rationality into space. He dropped the cane abruptly, which toppled to the floor with a hollow crack, and advanced towards you in firm and determined steps.

Gluing his gloved hands to your face, Kaz silenced all your protests with a strong kiss. Hot, fiery, domineering. The kind of kiss that held years of camouflaged desire, years of irritability, years of an unnerving desire to make you shut up with all the perverse forms that existed.

You weren't afraid of him. But you should. You should if you knew everything he wanted to do with you.

However, as if you have been burning in the same desire for years, you responded to that kiss with the same urgency. The same hunger. Kaz slipped his hands into your hair, closing his fingers there and deepening the kiss with ferocity. He felt beside himself, like a hungry wild animal that had been denied food for years and that only now had its teeth set on its prey. You moaned against his lips, bringing your hands to his lean, strong biceps, squeezing your fingers there.

You both needed air, but neither seemed to give a damn about that. Misted of desire that burned like a fire in their bodies, Kaz pushed the two of you backwards, slamming your back against the wall and swinging a frame beside. You gasped, and the gesture made it possible for Kaz to invade your mouth with his tongue, hunting every piece of hot meat. You two fought the same battle in that kiss: invade, dominate, conquer.

They both wanted to take the waltz, but Kaz would never let you conduct the show.

He pulled your wrists up, pinning them with one hand against the wall, leaving you immobile while sinking his mouth further into yours. Kaz felt you try to get rid of his tight grip, but he was stronger than you. And much more when he have a objective.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He murmured against your mouth, the tip of his tongue playing with your bottom lip. “You know I don’t like to be teased.”

Was impossible for you to control the loud moan that escaped. Your body trembling with desire, your legs wobbly, your wet core vibrating with his words. Kaz Brekker was a fallen angel. With a beauty and charm you've never been immune to.

How can you think you'd win the dominance game with him?

And, like the fallen angel he was, his smug and arrogant smile painted the corner of his lips when he saw what his lines did to you.

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.” Kaz mocked “If I knew it was only necessary to do this for you to shut up...” he brought his lips closer, his voice hitting yours “I would have fucked you like the naughty brat you have been a long time.”

If his caustic and maddening kisses hadn't been enough to break you in half, that statement would have done all the work.

In that second, you hoisted your white flag, biting your lip in a needy moan and closing your eyes for a second by the overwhelming vibration of your core. God, you needed more. Whatever he gave you. Anything he wanted to give you. You just needed more.

"Are you going to be good?" He played with the dough you were in his hands, his devilish mouth going down your neck, leaving a trail of fire and debris wherever he went.

You agreed, desperately. “Yes, Sir."

That title seemed to do things with Kaz. Because in the next second, his mouth was back on your. More urgent, more needy, more dominating. You shifted your hips for more friction with his, and Kaz rewarded your obedience by pulling one of your thighs forward, making your skirt go up, aligning your thigh on his hips and giving access for his member to fit perfectly against your pulsating core.

You moaned louder this time. Fingers clenching, heart pumping frantically. Kaz pulled his lips away from you for a second, taking his hand off your thigh and bringing it to your mouth.

“Pull.” He ordered, referring to the glove.

You murmured a low, excited moan, bringing your mouth to the glove and clenching your teeth on the cloth at the top of his middle finger. Satisfied, Kaz pulled his hand back, watching the alabaster skin peel away from the leather fabric. As soon as he was free, he removed the glove from your mouth, replacing it with his own and stealing all your breath in that fiery kiss.

His free hand wandered over your thigh, touching you for the first time with a touch that promised to show you all the most delicious and secret sins in the world. His tongue wrapped around your again, and the moan you let out was even greater when his long fingers brushed against your wet, throbbing core.

"S-sir!" You sobbed, your hips rocking against his hand, desperate for more.

"Look at you." His fire voice beat against your lips, the tightness against your wrists getting stronger, more possessive "I’ ve only started using my fingers and you ’re already shaking"

Your body cried out in unbridled desire, sobs mingling with loud moans and heavy sighs as Kaz tormented you with his fingers. He touched you, slid, opened and sank, increasing the volume of your pleas.

“P-please" You begged, the body in need, the urge too urgent.

Kaz looked you in the eye, a dark, malicious gleam burning in his Egyptian blue irises. "Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" He teased you.

But you no longer cared about his teasing. With your lips swollen and red, your heart racing and the core pulsing in despair on his experienced fingers, you were already surrendered.

"Please. I n-need." You mumbled submissively, rummaging your hips in his hand.

"I bet if I wanted to fuck you against my desk, here and now, you would be very happy to do it, wouldn't you?"

He was foisting all of his dominance on you, bending you to your knees for him. And you knew that. You knew he was taking years of anger out on you. But you couldn't care less. You wanted him. Ardently. Desperately. And if it was a good girl Kaz wanted, damn it, you would be a good girl for him.

You readily agreed, your eyes shining in supplication.

“Good.” Kaz pulled you brutally off the wall, turning you over to the table and pushing your chest against the icy wood, pulling your hips at him. “Because that's exactly what is going to happen.”

Suddenly, desire and hunger roared like a wild beast. Kaz watched you, bent over his desk, obedient, surrendered, offering every inch of your body to him.

His breath was burning in his throat and it was no longer possible to order his thoughts, contain his euphoria. He would fuck you so hard that it would make that memory the only thought when you remembered him. When you dare to rebut his orders.

Kaz pulled you skirt up and your panties down, letting out a groan that sounded more like a growl as he saw your wet core. Pulsing and desperate for him. For anything he wanted to give you. It sparked a fervent desire that Brekker had never felt in his life, devastating any possibility of thinking about anything other than fucking you.

Playing with your fingers in your slick, wet folds, you whimpered again, the core pulsing whenever he teased you inside, pressing his fingertips there but never entering.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" His voice came over the top of your shoulder, hoarse, animalistic, full of profane desires.

"Please." You were quick to beg “I do what you want! But just...please, please… ”

You already felt your eyes watering from over-stimulation, your heart burning so hard it was beating, your core aching from emptiness.

You sealed the end of the game between you. Kaz had won. In a triumphant checkmate.

And you didn't have to beg again. Barely seeing when he unbuttoned his pants, you just reasoned his hard, hot, pulsating member by opening your from the inside. Claiming everything that was yours as his in a strong, desperate, hungry lunge.

"S-sir!" You screamed, your nails scraping the wood from the table, the core pulsing overwhelmingly around his rigid member.

In a more badly lunge, Kaz sank completely into you, moaning loudly as he hit rock bottom. The gloved hand slid over your shoulder, propelled you to him while the bare hand tightened on your waist, hitting you at a steady, raw, animalistic rhythm.

The sounds were pornographic, dirty and loud, echoing off the walls. The air was hot like molten lava, pungent and muffled, driving you two lost breath. Their bodies clashed as if the world was going to end tomorrow, in aggressive, rough thrusts. These were thrusts that made half of his things on the table fall to the floor, mixing in a mess that would serve as a reminder later about the sinful activities you two did.

You screamed when Kaz took on more force, his fingers squeezing you so hard that they would leave you with marks on your shoulder and waist the next day.

"Fucking hell!" Kaz snarled between his teeth, feeling your flesh throb around him, squeezing he with such desperation that he knew you were close.

You sobbed, tears streaming down the corners of your eyes as you pushed your ass towards him, trying to bring him as deep as possible, as deep inside you as possible. But every time his pelvis smashed into your ass, a loud moan and the feeling of being completely full drowned you.

You begged, pleaded, for something you didn't know. But Kaz seemed to know. Taking both hands to your hips, your pace became even more unperturbed, pushing you to the limit until you cum in a scream in his name, your lungs on fire. Kaz came close behind, sinking as deep as possible and pouring all the hot liquid into you. Almost like a brand.

The air was filled with sex, lust and desire, filled only by the sound of their ragged breaths that struggled to stabilize.

You were still panting when Kaz's voice came after you: "Whatever I want, don't I?"

A deal with the devil.