#knowing what i know now i probably would've appreciated the gesture more

[canisalbus]

Just recently discovered your tumbler and I love everything about it. Your art style, the time period you have chosen, the background you are building for the characters. Top notch.

Though I do have a question : going back through all the asks people are tending to focus on sunny boi Vasco supporting nerve wracked Machete but a relationship needs to be equal so, what's the turn around?

When/how does Machete say 'don't worry babe, I've got this'? He is after all a very accomplished and competent person inside his areas of expertise.

Because of his trusting and altruistic nature, Vasco has been burned in relationships before. Even though he's good at reading people and might sense that he's being treated unfairly, he endures it because he doesn't want to be the bad guy and upset the other person. He's from a well known noble family, he's affluent and he's considered to be very good looking. Over the years he has met countless people who wanted to take advantage of him, his status and his assets in a way or another, and he has hard time tolerating that kind of greed and dishonesty. Machete has never been interested in his pedigree or wealth, and the way he's utterly devoted to him makes Vasco feel confident and secure.

He's been forced into various boxes and moulds all his life, his family had high expectations for him and did their hardest to whip him into a shape that satisfied them (now that I think about it, Vasco's parents probably would've been proud if their son turned out more like Machete, hard working high achiever). He tries to not let it bother him, but on some level he does feel guilty for letting them down. Machete is Vasco's biggest fan, he earnestly believes in him and loves him the way he is. He feels like he doesn't have to pretend to be something he's not around him, but at the same time Machete's influence makes him want to be a better person. Vasco admires his ambition, knowledge, diligence and perseverance. Machete tries very hard to be a good person and do a good job, but because he's so difficult to get close to and puts up such a cold facade, his efforts tend to go unnoticed. Vasco sees this side of him and finds it very charming.

Machete could use a lot of tlc and Vasco is happy to be there to provide it. The fact he's able to have such a profound positive effect on someone and their quality of life makes him feel needed, he feels like he's contributing something good to the world and that gives him strength. It's not like his only job is to pat Machete's head and tell it's going to be alright though, they enjoy each other's company and feel at ease together. In a way Machete also has a calming effect on Vasco. On his good days he can be very pleasant company, he's interesting to talk to, he's kind and gentle and even awkwardly funny at times, he has an eye for beauty and is able to appreciate small good things in their lives. He isn't an expert in expressing his affection physically, but when he does, Vasco can trust that his attempts are authentic.

Machete may not always know the correct words and gestures to comfort him, but he's a good listerer and does his best to be there for him. He never belittles or makes fun of him, he's patient and forgiving when Vasco makes mistakes, and will drop everything if he's ever in a need of help. He often makes Vasco feel seen and understood like no one else. Machete is good at solving dilemmas and coming up with working solutions (or preventing problems from ever arising, more often than not), and Vasco has the nerves of steel to keep him grounded and stable at a time of crisis. Together they make a very efficient and resourceful team.

Their jobs are very similar, Machete works for the church and Vasco is a secular politician, but they both deal with diplomacy and foreign relations. They end up working together often, and since Machete is very competent in what he's doing, he often ends up helping and advising Vasco.

I think despite their differences, they're just very well in tune with each other. In the ways that actually matter, they have common interests, tastes and worldviews. They enjoy similar things. And the parts that differ tend to augment them instead of driving them apart. A lot of their fondness stems from the fact they have a lot of shared history, they met at a young age and their friendship-turned-romantic was a very formative experience for both.

Should it be necessary, Machete would face God and walk backwards into hell to protect Vasco.

[buckera]

so we know buck likes to do flowers/hot air balloon/etc...

but curious what tommy's love language/how he'll be romantic is. Like, he def likes the flirty teasing to show affection, but do you think he likes giving gifts or cooking dinners... idk, Buck is more the romantic speech giver, tommy prob prefers action.

idk, just wanna know how tommy romances bc so far he's wooed buck by being a) muscly b)Cool and c) a dork

mm actually... i think Buck is into the actions and big gestures, though he is getting better at talking about his feelings, not just letting them take the reigns and see where he ends up with them lmao

on the other hand, Tommy is very measured. he doesn't seem to say anything without intention, even his silly little quips and dark jokes are all there as a stress response — plus he listened to Buck ramble on and on, before realising he had a shot and shutting him up with a kiss lmao

based on what Lou told us about what he imagines Tommy's background to be like and what we saw in canon in season 2 and season 7... Tommy's childhood traumas seem to be pretty similar at the core as Buck's; abandonment issues, feeling alone and lonely, looking for love and family, people to belong to and a place to call home — the difference is that Buck had Maddie (on and off, but mostly on) and then the 118 and Bobby, while Tommy had no one.

for most of his adult life, Buck has been surrounded by people who he could come out to without an overwhelming fear that he'd lose the relationships, so much so that he went for it after having one kiss and a botched date with a guy.

Tommy had a homophobic boss/father figure of sorts, and a bunch of guys who followed Gerrard's lead; even if he had a months- or even years long relationship with a man, I don't think he would've ever risked coming out at all.

Tommy learned what his needs and wants are, and how to recognise his feelings, what's the appropriate way to express them and how to be true to himself, probably through a lot of self-reflection and therapy. (and now he clearly has a lot of friends and is easy to make friends with — however deep those relationships run, we'll just have to see if they'll show us more of that in s8)

all this to say; Tommy recognises Buck's needs and wants because he has been there and is probably still there.

so the way i see it; Tommy would already know how he feels, but would wait for Buck to say 'I love you' first, allowing him to set the pace and show his comfort levels in the the relationship.

but after that? he would say it to Buck every day, he'd tell him how important he is to Tommy, he would make time for just the two of them, but would also include Buck in group activities with his friends, he would never stop checking in on him, even when he's kinda sure that Buck really is just tired and he would know when something is important to Buck even when he waves it off as 'nevermind' and if they ever had a fight, he'd let Buck walk it off, cool down and when he was back, they would sit down and talk and they wouldn't get up until they talked everything through and reached a peaceful middle ground

and when Buck would show up with the bouquets and the fancy tickets to monster truck derbys and packed lunch for their couple's hikes, Tommy would tell him in every which way possible with his words and his touch just how much he truly appreciates Buck's presence in his life.

TLDR: Tommy's love language is communication and reassurance.

[artistsfuneral]

and part 17

"Then talk, bard, find your closure."

Jaskier's eyes widen in horror, "No. No, Geralt, I could never do that to you." Geralt sighs at him, sounding tired. "Listen," he says, calsping his hands together in a gesture Ciri will unintentionally copy after a couple of years living with them. "I appreciate the sentiment, I really do, but it's not like you haven't done exactly the same back in the tavern."

Jaskier winces at that, ashamed of his own actions. Before his thoughts start spiraling, Geralt interrupts him again. "Don't. Whatever you're thiking about, stop it. Turning in circles will get us nowhere."

"Talk to me, bard," he repeats and watches Jaskier shrug at him timidly. "About what? I could tell you some more about Ciri? You remember her, right?"

"No, Jaskier. This isn't about Ciri, it's not about me either." Geralt's voice is awfully calm as he speaks. Anyone else would've probably found it comforting, but Jaskier knows Geralt, knows that the man in front of him isn't trying to comfort a loved one, but a stranger who needs counseling. His mind has shifted into work mode. Jaskier is now his contract.

"How did I die?"

Jaskier stops breathing, "No. Anything but that."

"Something happened. Something you can't accept, or you wouldn't be trying to change the topic."

"No. Nothing happened."

"Bard. You're shit at lying. How did I die?"

"I can't tell you that. I just- I can't"

"Why not?"

"Don't ask me, Geralt."

"Why not? Why do you try to hide what happened?"

"Because- Because it was my fault you died!"

Geralt looks at him, really looks at him and Jaskier is waiting for the worst to happen. "I find that hard to believe.

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[thezombieprostitute]

Fate - Part 4

Word Count: ~1.3k

A/N: Reader is Tall and Plus Size female.

Warnings: Smut with just the bare minimum of plot. I was apparently in a mood.

Part 3

Curtis has been having a rough week. Probably longer. Between meeting with other club presidents about jackasses trying to push drugs in his territory, he'd had no time for you. And it was starting to affect his work. He was far more short-tempered than his men were used to. Even Tanya and Edgar had to call him out a few times.

But today had been particularly bad. Curtis had almost swung at a biker from another territory. That would've gotten his entire club in trouble. Edgar decided to text you that Curtis really needed you. You texted back, I'll be there in 10. Keep him out of his office. Edgar sighs. He'll go along with it so long as you don't go into details.

Truth is, you've been missing Curtis as well. And you knew just how to make sure both of you would get the fix you needed.

Curtis stomps up to his office, doing his best not to punch the walls. Edgar had taken what few precious minutes he'd had to talk to him about getting himself under control. Curtis knows he needs to get under control but he can't figure out how.

He slams open the door to his office and stops in his tracks. You're sitting on his desk wearing nothing but his leather jacket, left unzipped to show off your breasts.

“Heard you've been having a rough time,” you smile at him. You gesture for him to walk to you and he does so. As soon as he's within reach you grab him and pull him in for a kiss. It's rough and needy, making you moan. When you pull away you look into his eyes and whisper, “use me how you need to.”

“I won't be able to hold back,” he warns, his eyes dark and breathing unsteady.

“I'm counting on it.”

A low growl is your only warning before Curtis manhandles you so you're bent over the desk. You'll never get over how easily this man moves you around like his own personal fuck toy. He gives your ass a hard smack making you cry out. He follows it up with a few more and your hips start rutting into his clothed crotch.

He grabs your hair and pulls you up so he can grumble in your ear, “my girl is such a needy slut.” Another smack to your ass making you moan. “I'll bet your already soaked for me.” His hand starts painfully pinching your nipple and your hips pick up speed.

Your clit is throbbing as his hand finally moves down to where you need it. He's positioned his hand so that your clit is getting some much needed friction. “Grind against my hand,” he orders. As you obey he growls into your ear, “humping my hand like a bitch in heat. That's my good slut.” His words have you whimpering as you keep rubbing yourself against his fingers.

When you hit your first orgasm you lose control. Curtis has to use so much of his strength to keep his hold on you. It's one of the things he loves about being with you. You could easily push yourself out of his hold, but you don't. He's being rough and you're obviously letting him. Encouraging him, even. The trust you show him when you submit melts his heart every time.

As you come down from your high he pushes you back over the desk and smacks your ass again. He starts unbuckling his belt, “I bet your so damn wet right now I could just slide my cock right in.” You arch your back as best you can to raise your hips while giving him a small moan. He forces two fingers inside your dripping cunt and you whimper appreciatively. “Just as I thought,” he growls as he pounds his fingers into you. “So damn wet.”

Your whine goes up a pitch as his hand keeps moving. Your sounds of pleasure get so loud you barely hear Curtis's pants drop. Curtis removes his fingers and roughly shoves his cock into you. You scream in pleasure but are cut off when Curtis shoves his fingers in your mouth.

“Taste yourself,” he orders. “Lick my fingers clean while I pound this beautiful pussy.” You don't hesitate and eagerly use your tongue to lick your juices off of his fingers. His hips set a brutal pace and the double penetration has your eyes rolling back in pleasure. “I can feel how close you are,” Curtis grunts. “You're such a slut for me, aren't you? Fucking love getting used like my own personal toy.” You respond only with moans and pushing your hips back to fuck yourself on his cock.

“Fuck,” he groans. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and uses his hand to smack your ass again, eliciting a squeak from you. Letting go of your hair, grips your hips so hard you know he'll leave bruises. He doesn't slow his pace. His cock keeps hitting your spot and you're barreling towards another orgasm.

“I can feel how close you are,” Curtis gently taunts. “Squeeze my cock, baby. Let me feel you cum.” Your body acquiesces before your brain can even process his words. Curtis groans and his hips slow as he enjoys the sensations around his cock. “That's my good girl,” he grunts.

Curtis forces himself to hold off his own orgasm as he reaches underneath you, under the jacket, and starts kneading your breasts. He has to lift up your torso to do so and he smirks as your head lolls back against his shoulder.

“You're gonna give me another one,” Curtis orders as he speeds up his pace again.

“Can't,” you gasp. “Too much.”

Curtis stops and you whine at the abruptness. “You're going to give me at least one more orgasm,” he growls. When you shake your head he pulls out and you whimper at the loss before he moves and practically tosses you onto the couch.

You're on your back and he pins your knees to your chest before he snarls, “you will give me one more, like the good slut you are.” You whimper as his hand plays with your clit again. It's almost painfully sensitive but you're so entranced by the pleasure, by Curtis's domination of you, that you don't tell him to stop.

Using your legs for leverage Curtis forces himself back inside your weeping folds and you cry out from pleasure. Again he has to keep himself from cumming just yet. He's gotta get one more from you but your beautiful sounds, your tight cunt, your glowing skin, are making him work for it.

He resumes his brutal pace from before and watches as you breasts bounce from the force. It isn't long before he can feel you getting close again. “Cum for me pretty girl,” he quietly orders as you arch your back. You scream out your orgasm and Curtis finally lets himself chase his own high.

His orgasm is so intense he roars as he releases into your pussy. He releases your legs settles on top of you while you both catch your breath. You rub his head and back while whispering sweet nothings to him. He relaxes into your touch, letting himself forget the stress of the past few weeks as he takes in your scent, the sound of your voice, the feel of your skin against his. He wants to fall asleep like this but he knows that wouldn't be good for you. As soon as he's able to lift himself up he slowly pulls out of you, making you wince.

“It wasn't too much?” he asks, his eyes full of worry.

“Not at all, my king,” you reply with a wink. He smiles at that. You insisted on calling him that when it was just the two of you since he always referred to you as his queen.

“We should get you cleaned up, then get in some cuddling.”

“We should also look into getting this couch replaced with a foldout,” you joke. “Pulling the bed out might be a small break in the mood, but I think it'll be more comfy for the two of us.”

Curtis laughs, “I'll make sure it happens, my queen.”

Tagging: @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @ronearoundblindly

[aidansloth]

{Toilet Stalls - Gareth Emerson X Reader}

Summary: Reader gets their period at a rather unconventional time and Gareth helps.

Warnings: the readers gender isn't specified but they have their period and go in the girls' toilets, period stuff, swearing, they/them and you/you pronouns used.

Words: 1.8k

Taglist: @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @manyfandomsfanvergent

a/n: in this one-shot you and Gareth aren't together yet. I tried making it longer than usual, not sure it turned out okay (feedback is very appreciated). this took me less than a day to write??? ohmygodhow???

"Hey! It's not my fault the bartender stabbed you!"

"Maybe you shouldn't have flirted with him, how's that?" Jeff and Grant were arguing again about the last DnD session while everyone else was either enjoying the drama or having their own little chat at the Hellfire table.

You and Gareth were laughing at their dramatics as Eddie restrained from throwing his pretzels at them, affectionately of course. You had been feelinga bit off today, a bit more irritable than usual but their theatrics did make you feel better at least. Gareth also did, just by being there honestly. You didn't tell anyone about the headache you had, but Gareth sort of knew something was up with you. He even offered you half of the roasted potatoes on his plate, which meant a lot since they're the only edible thing the school cafeteria offered. The others were too invested in the arguement to notice the little gesture.

"I told you, I didn't know she was a changeling!"

"That's 'cause your rolls are shit!"

You tried to suffocate a laugh at the last comment (at which Eddie lost his temper and hit Jeff in the eye with the tiny pretzel), Gareth instead didn't even try to contain himself as he burst into laughter. God his laugh was so pretty.

You winced at the strong pain in your head and then it hit you. Fuck. You felt the glob of blood leave your insides, and your face grimaced. You didn't even have a pad on you, you just had to forget to refill your bag with them. You were truly fucked. You stood up in a rushed manner and told everyone you needed the bathroom. They all nodded apart from Jeff and Grant were truly too wound up in their little bickering to notice you. Gareth looked at you leaving, partly worried at your sudden leave. He knew you refused to go to the toilet during lunch (even when the teachers told you off for going during class) because 'Lunch time is for eating, not pissing. Otherwise they would've called it piss break'. You did get detention when you said that to the supply teacher, but his face was totally worth it, or so you said. Either way, he can't just run after you, can he?

You ran across the semi-empty halls not caring about the weird looks you got, it's not like you weren't used to them by now. As soon as you reached the toilet you flung yourself inside the furthest of the stalls and locked yourself in it. Turning around you remembered that the school's budget was indeed shit, as the toilets were without toilet seats. Quickly, you pulled down your pants and saw a dark red stain on them. Sighing, you leaned on the wall near you and slid down it. Probably shouldn't since these walls haven't been washed in God knows how long.

I'm so fucked. What am I going to do now? I'll probably just stay in here until school is over and rush out after everyone is gone.

Were you being a tad bit dramatic? Maybe, but it's not like toilet paper is going to contain your heavy flow. The guys surely didn't have any pads or tampons with them, and it's not like you can ask the other girls in your classes; apart from not liking you very much, they also didn't have the whole 'supporting eachother' thing down.

You tried to steady your breath when you felt your eyes fill themselves with tears, which began staining your cheeks. You bit down onto your lip and tried to blink the tears away uselessly.

★★★

Minutes had gone by, he didn't know how many precisely, but way too many for a quick piss. Gareth kept eyeing the cafeteria entrance but nothing, you were nowhere to be seen. Sure, you didn't specify that you had to pee, but it's not like you were taking a shit in there, you weren't that brave. Maybe you felt sick. Maybe you had been sick. You looked sick from this morning, he knew you weren't going admit that though, so he offered help from the sidelines. I mean, at least they accepted the roasted potatoes, meaning they aren't that ill.

Anxiety crept up in him, he began bouncing his leg and tapping his fingers on the table. What if you fainted or something? What if you were throwing up by yourself? And he wasn't there to help you.

"What's wrong Gare?" his head shot up at his name being mentioned.

"What?"

"Something wrong, you're fidgeting." Eddie stared at him curiously. Gareth gulped, then spoke.

"They've been gone a bit too long, don't you think?"

"They're probably taking a shit." said Grant.

"At school?" they all looked at eachother and collectively agreed that no one in the right mind would do that in the school toilets. Gareth stood up and passed his Dr. Pepper to Jeff, who had been eyeing it all lunch.

"I'm going to check on them." the others nodded at him and Jeff gave him a pat on the back and a knowing look. He sighed at his best friend and left. He made his way through the corridors and when he arrived to the toilets he froze. He could hear sniffling and heavy breathing; he checked if the hallways were empty before cautiously stepping into the toilets. He wasn't fond of entering the girl's toilets like this but he was sure it was you in that stall, and no way in hell was he going to leave you like that.

"Hey, sugar?" he flinched at his own words, realising the pet name that slipped up. The sniffling and the breathing stopped for a second.

"Gareth?"

"That's me." He could hear your voice muffled and hiccup-y; it made his heart clench.

"What are you doing here?" you sat up unconsciously and tried to dry your own tears, as if he could see you. Gareth let out a surprised sigh at your question.

"You've been gone for like, ten minutes you know. And don't say you've been peeing, because it does not take you that long to pee. It doesn't take anyone that long to pee." Gareth sat down in front of your stall cross-legged. You smiled softly, glad that he was here with you. Before you could get a word in you hear some ruffling and then a hand appears under the stall's door. Gareth just gave you a tissue.

"Thank you." you said chuckling.

"So, you going to tell me why you're crying in the school toilets like this is a teenage drama?" he tried to soften the mood, earning another chuckle from you. You stared fondly at the tissue before wiping your tears away.

"I, ehm-" you gulped and steadied you breathing, "I got my period." There was a moment of silence.

"Can I come in?" you were shocked at first, that he wanted to see you now, at all times. You agreed and unlocked the door for him; he got in and sat next to you, giving you a smile.

"Does it hurt really bad? Or is it like, a heavy flow?" you were happily surprised at his words, that he even knew those words honestly. Thank you Mrs. Emerson.

"No- well yes, but that's not the reason I'm crying."

"Why are you crying then?" He looked even more worried than before. You looked down at the dirty toilet floor and started fidgeting with your hands.

"I don't have any pads. Or tampons, for that matter. Toilet paper around my underwear is not going to be enough for the rest of the day and my pants are already stained. It's not like I can just ask the other girls for pads you know," you were starting to ramble and the tears were building up again, "and- and I'm just going to... stay here. For the rest of the day you- you know, 'cause what can I do? I should have remembered to bring pads, fuck! I'm so, so stupid-"

"Hey! You're not stupid, alright? You forgetting something does not mean you're stupid." He turned to you and cupped your face as if you were going to break apart any minute. His thumbs caressed your cheeks, wiping the last tears away. You just stared at him, unable to speak; suddenly Gareth's eyes lit up.

"I think I have a solution to your problem, I just need to go and get it, okay sugar? I'll be gone for just a minute." He quickly stood up giving you a kiss on the top of your head and left running, while you pretended that your heart didn't just skip a beat at the pet name.

As he promised, he came back running and got in your stall rushing.

"Here." You looked at what he had just handed you, it was a pad. You kept your gaze on it, blinking with your mouth agape, unable to form words. Now that you stared at it a bit more, you noticed it was a heavy flow pad, and one of the top brands too. Where did he find a pad?

"Where- who- how, how do you have this? Who did you ask?" your gaze switched between him and the pad.

"No one. I had it in my bag."

"You- you carry pads? In your- your bag? With you?" He chuckled and nodded.

"I usually have them with me in case my sister gets her period and doesn't have any on her, but I thought it was better to carry them all the time, if anyone was ever in need of one." He smiled proudly, happy that his good thinking managed to help someone, especially because you were that someone.

"God, remember me to thank your mom next time I see her." This got a laugh out of him, a sweet, warm laugh that made you all tingling inside.

"Well, I'll let you get changed." He stood up, dusting off his knees and as he was about to open the door you stopped him.

"Wait, what about my pants? They're already stained."

"Right, forgot about that. Here," he took off the sweater he was wearing and handed it to you, "tie it around your waist." You nodded and as you followed his words he noticed how cute you looked with his sweater around you, his cheeks began to darken. God, they're not even wearing it and you're this flustered? You're so whipped.

"Thank you so much. I'll give it back to you tomorrow, okay?" You can keep it if you want. Gareth refrained from saying those words, instead he just nodded. The two of you exited the toilets and stopped in the corridors. You thanked him again and hugged him real tight, his arms around you felt right. Like they were meant to be there, to protect you. His lips turned into a tiny smile and he kissed your cheek. Then the hug broke.

"Well, see you later sugar." You said as you started walking backwards in the opposite direction. You smirked to yourself as you noticed his cheeks getting more red than ever. God, you're whipped.

[luwritesomething]

if requests r still open i would love to request some jealous riff from west side story headcanons! Just some simple stuff of riff meeting genderneutral!readers ex lol. ty for reading <33

Riff Heacanons: Jealousy.

Warnings: Swearing lol

Edited?: Like always, no.

Reader's pronouns: Not stated, gender neautral.

Summary: Just some headcanons with our little boy Riff.

Author's note: again, sorry sorry sorry for taking so long to answer :( i've been busy and unmotivated. i feel like this is very short, sorry again, but i hope you like it!! criticism is appreciated, and request are still open.

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riff is a jealous dude.

it's not that he doesn't trust you --- he does, especially if he's daying you for real ---, it's more like he doesn't trust other people around you because, for him, you're everything good in this world, the hope he had lost.

but he still trusts you to tell them to fuck off if they try to make a move.

he's very physical, not only when he's jealous, but when he is you can bet he's gonna have an arm around your waist or directly eat your face out in front of whoever you are.

he's the kind that watches from a corner that interaction he thinks it's shady, narrowing his eyes and with his jaw tightly clenched.

barging into your conversations like that has always get him in trouble with you because you love him but you like your bondaries and the trust, but he swears it's because he loves you.

poor baby is so scared you'll find someone better than him (in his opinion, this is incredibly easy) and leave him.

reassuring is something you had never imagined you would have to do with him, but it's very common for him to end up going mute as you try to tell him there's no one that could steal your attention like he still does everyday.

anyways, going to the point,,,

let's say that your ex isn't part of the jets (not of the sharks, either), and neither are you because that would include a whole shit ass explanation of why you ended up with riff --- you just did, alright? :D

okay so let's say you're going on about your day in the jet part of the neighborhood, running some errands, knowing that riff is watching you from the corner of the street where he's at with his boys.

you've grown very fond of his attention, little gestures like those --- he watches over you from the place he's at, so he doesn't overwhelm you contantly with his bubbly persona but showing he still cares.

and uh-oh, now you're facing your ex.

things didn't end up great between you two, although it wasn't too bad either. still, you would've liked to run away from that situation, but before you can turn around and act like you haven't seen them before they lay eyes on you, they wave their hand at you and you're doomed to make some small talk with them.

your ex has always been a very charismatic and friendly person, which leads into you two talking probably more than what you've expected.

and riff noticed this from his place in the street.

he's able to wait for ten solid minutes before he pats diesel in the shoulder and he starts walking towards you two, unbothered face but a strong glimmer in his eyes.

you know it's him as soon as he rests his calloused hand on your waist, squeezing lightly --- the kind of squeeze he gives when he gets jealous.

the signs of him being jealous are easy to pick on, but you still look up to him when he reaches you, watching amusedly how serious yet cool he looks --- he tries too hard, you'd notice even with a blindfold.

"hey, buddy boy."

that's the cue for you to put your hand on top of his, to keep him grounded from saying something too harsh.

it makes him relax every time, that touch of security that let's him know he still has that special connection with you he can't describe.

your ex is a nice person and them doesn't notice that riff is jealous, and you're smart enough to instantly introduce riff as your boyfriend.

the thing ends happily, like it usually does.

sometimes, though, riff would go a bit out of leash when the person talking to you is shamelessly flirty to you with him still there.

he has never throw hands because he knows you don't like violence, especially not when it's about you.

but sometimes his snarky remarks annoy you a bit.

you always forgive him, though, because he ends up apologizing sooner or later and you'll always work things out <3

[bookishfeylin]

49!!!!!!!!

49. “Well this is awkward…”

"You don't know how to ride horses bareback?"

There was no malice in the High Lord's question, but Feyre flinched nonetheless.

Looking behind her as she left the stables after their afternoon ride, she wasn't surprised to see Tamlin frowning. "I never learned."

"Why?" He asked, standing up and crossing his arms. The afternoon sun caught his golden mask as he stepped out of the stables, the glow giving him an almost-angelic effect that made it easy to forget what he was. Almost.

Feyre thought over his question, then replied, "When we were wealthy, my governess always told me it was much more dangerous than riding with a saddle. And when we became poor... I was too busy trying to keep us alive to learn."

Tamlin hummed at her answer, his frown deepening as they walked back towards the manor, and his silence awakened another kernel of fear and humiliation deep within her. He was probably thinking that she was just a stupid, ignorant human-- "Perhaps I should teach you, then. If you'd like."

Feyre's face heated, but as much as a part of her wanted to say no, Feyre couldn't find it within her to turn down learning a potentially valuable skill. "I'd appreciate it," she said at long last, when the silence between them became too drawn out for her.

"Then meet me here"--Tamlin gestured around the entrance to the manor--"at dawn tomorrow."

~~~

Against all reason, Feyre found herself at the manor's grand doors before dawn, and she was pleasantly surprised to see Tamlin already standing outside.

At her shock, Tamlin tilted his head, half-smiling, and if he weren't wearing a mask Feyre guessed he would've had an eyebrow raised. "I'm an early riser. Always have been," he said, by way of explanation. "Come on."

But instead of leading her to the stables, Tamlin lead her through the sprawling gardens and out into the woods beyond. As they passed the outermost boundary of the manor's grounds, Feyre frowned, wondering why they seemingly weren't going to get their horses.

What was he going to teach her to ride, a fence?

The pair walked further a little ways until the woods gave way to a meadow, and there Tamlin stopped.

Feyre crossed her arms. "I thought you were going to teach me to ride bareback."

"I am."

"There's no horses for me to learn on. So how exactly--" Feyre was cut off by a bright flash of light consuming Tamlin, before the light disappeared in the blink of an eye. And left a white horse in place of the High Lord.

Feyre's heart pounded. "No."

Tamlin tilted his head, golden mane swaying slighly in the breeze, before asking, "Why not?" His voice coming from a body that was neither his High fae form nor his beast form was... disorienting, to say the least. "I'm probably safest for you to learn on. Unlike an actual horse I won't throw you, or kick you, or trample you."

Feyre's mouth opened, then closed again. Loathe thought she was to admit it, he had a point.

Triumphant, Tamlin trotted before her and kneeled, giving her the opportunity to climb on his back. After wringing her hands a final time, Feyre finally stepped forward and lowered herself onto his back, grabbing his mane as he stood up again.

Just that morning, she'd been somewhat excited to see how he was going to teach her to ride bareback, but now... now she was riding on his back. Riding on the back of a High Lord of Prythian. Feyre's face burned. “Well this is awkward…” she eventually managed to stutter out, and below her Tamlin snorted. This lesson had only just begun, and there was no doubt in Feyre's mind that this was going to get much, much worse.

Resigned to her fate, Feyre gulped, and just hoped Lucien would never hear about this.

[dr-jem-nutcase]

hi dr nutcase! this is manmonsters&aliens

okay 1. brainrotting so hard about the divorce. how do you think Derek felt about that? about his dad? because of this I imagined meeting Susan's parents must've been nice.. but he was quick to throw that away

2. DID HE TURN TO HIS MOMMA AFTER THE WEDDING/BEING PUBLICALLY EMBARRASSED?? COMFORT RETURNED OUGH...... honestly if he went into shock about Susan's growth spurt he would've complained, then not talk about it for a whole month and basically pretend Susan didn't exist and that everything was fine. Everything is normal! he has such a fixed idea of what he wants he's not flexible at all but would go to lengths for any ounce of opportunity...

3. Oh my GODD SIBLINGS?? OLDER SIBLINGS?! AND HE'S THE YOUNGEST FGHSGHFJHHHHF AAA— ahem herm. absolutely agree on the insecurity and competitiveness he's really like. going for better things for himself

sorry if this is incomprehensible I'm just a big fan of Derek Dietl 👍 he's my ballerina Barbie doll I occasionally find rotating in my brain

anyways, here's a hc of mine! Derek used to do photography, maybe like a hobby. He took the mini golf picture of Susan as like. a family outing or something. it got dropped when he realised he wanted to be in front of the camera instead ^—^

Hi, sorry for the late response. For whatever reason, this message didn't show up until later. I do like the photography hobby HC.

Now about Derek....

Derek felt disappointed that his parents decided to go separate ways. He knew there was some amount of tension going on between them that couldn't be resolved but only knew half of it until he was older. But knowing that a few of his peers/classmates/whatever had divorced parents too helped him feel better, that he wasn't alone. Susan knew about his dad in West Virginia and held onto the albeit reluctant promise that she and Derek would visit him someday as Derek's career progressed. I'm sure he holds his dad in good regards but just wishes that he could've taken up residence somewhere else with a more refined culture

I can imagine his relationship with his mom is strained, which made him a tad bit jealous of Susan's good relationship with her own parents (also, meeting the parents can make a good impression in a relationship). He was his mom's golden child, and she's overly attached to him and had a hard time letting go of him when he wanted to make a life for himself and be his own person, a little like Howard's mom in Big Bang Theory. She also seems like the type to be overly talkative and a little obnoxious, like you have to try to escape a potentially hour-long mostly one-sided conversation without coming across as a jerk, which kinda pushed Susan away. Regardless of losing Susan and losing progress in his career, he still wants to be his own person. He appreciates whatever gestures of comfort his mom has had to offer during the bad days like "how's my weatherman doing 🥺?" phone calls and offers to come over to his apartment to cheer him up but he doesn't want to go back to being a mama's boy. But he's not alone in this world and has a few buddies. He just knows it's gonna be a long road to get back to where he was in the movie, probably a couple years later when the news of Susan turning him down isn't as big anymore

[gimmighoulcoins]

On Hold

"Hey."

Polaris isn't facing Hestau, but at the moment, they're the only two on the tower, so Hest knows he's the one being addressed. Hestau tilts their head to the side, questioning, then adds in a 'Hm?' after remembering that Polaris isn't looking at them and the gesture would mean nothing.

Polaris taps his blades against the wall of the tower's peak, a motion Hestau was beginning to recognize as occurring when Polaris was considering his words, thinking carefully.

Their eyes drift from Polaris, off towards the same sky the pawniard is admiring. The darkness of dusk has begun to break into the night sky, snuffing out the sun's light and replacing it with scattered stars. It was pretty. Hestau isn't sure its ever taken the time to properly appreciate it.

Something else steals its attention for a moment, though, scattered lights leaking into the beginnings of night and stealing the spotlight from stars, coming from the Tagtree Thicket. Strange..

Hestau doesn't have time to ruminate on it for too long, though, as Polaris speaks up after his seconds of consideration- only seconds, but it felt a lot longer to Hestau in the moment.

"I think you might have something I want," Hestau's antenna perked up, and Polaris continued, "but I don't have a coin."

Polaris turns to meet Hestau's eyes and closes the distance between them, crossing his arms behind his back in a ridged stance. Hest tilts its head, indicating for Polaris to continue.

"Could you hold onto it? Until I can get a coin to pay you for it. I could even pay you two for the trouble, once I find some."

There's the pitch. Hestau rests his head on his hand as he considers. Two coins for one item was a very good deal, and whatever Hestau had that he wanted had to be something he really wanted if he made that offer. What was it he wanted anyway? Ah, that's the important question.

"What do ya want, exactly?"

Polaris unfolds his arms, pointing to a piece of the scrap metal Hestau had. It was rather pretty- at least, it was partially gold, instead of the plain brown everything else is, which made it pretty to Hestau. Otherwise, though, it didn't seem like anything special.

But, Polaris was a friend- at least, Hestau thinks they're kind of friends- and if it means that much to their friend- enough for him to offer an extra coin to make sure Hestau has it when he returns- then it would be the right thing to do, wouldn't it?

"Okay, okay! I'll put it away until you come back for it! Promise!" Hestau declares, grabbing the hand Polaris had used to point with both of his and shaking it enthusiastically. That's what you do when you make deals, Hestau's pretty sure. Polaris seems amused, at least.

Polaris bringing it up now, though...

"Does that mean you're going soon, soon, then?" The sentence slipped out at the same time the thought crossed its mind, and it came out with a bit more emotion than Hestau would've liked. Sure, it was only a day, but Hest was getting kind of used to having a consistent presence with them. They'd trade away a coin for just a little longer- No, they wouldn't actually, a part of them cringes at the thought of giving away a coin- but still, they'd like Polaris to stay longer.

"Its getting dark. My family's gonna be worried if I'm not home before the day's end." Polaris and Hestau both glance towards the bamboo forest in the distance. If Polaris left now, he could get there before the sun's light is completely gone.

Hestau's unhappiness at his new friend- sort of friend- leaving so soon must have shown, because when Polaris looks back, he lightly pokes Hestau's head with the tip of his blade- the kind of gesture one would expect an exclamation of 'boop!' to accompany it.

"I'll come back to buy that from you. Besides, I bet my brother's going to want to see you when I tell him where I was today, and I'm gonna have to show him the way here, so you'll probably see me before I even have the coins to give you."

Polaris's smile is forced and awkward, but the intentions are genuine. He had already walked over to the ladder down while he was talking, but waits to climb down out of view, looking at Hestau expectantly.

Getting the que, Hestau waves at him.

"Bye-bye for now! See you soon, soon!"

Polaris returns the wave.

"Take care, lil' roach."

Hestau considers arguing about the nickname as a way to get his friend to stay a little longer, but Polaris dips out of sight before they can make up their mind, and they're not about to make him climb back up.

Oh well. Hestau will see him again. It'll have plenty of other guests- maybe even friends- in the meantime.

[meimi-haneoka]

(pt 1) Oh my goodness there's so many things to love about this chapter. You finally got your long awaited colour spread! I do agree that it looks more "regular" than some of the others they have done, but I feel that because there isn't an extravagant background to catch your attention, your eyes are drawn to the peaceful look Kaito has and the look of excitement Akiho has. Which totally made me go !!!! when I saw it.

Yaaaaaayyy helloooo!! Yess I got (FINALLY!!!) my long (LOOOONG, SEVENTY NINE CHAPTERS GODDAMMIT) awaited color page solely dedicated to Kaito and Akiho!! 🥹 You're right, I think the "normalcy" of the color page might even be perceived as "special" because these two have had everything but normal lives, till now. And your hope is my same hope too, of course ❤️ OOOH yes, there's so much that needs to be said about Sakura asking permission. Not only it's a very Sakura move, because she's a polite and kind girl, but also because the act worked as some kind of "indirect lesson" for Kaito. As we well know, Kaito brought forward his plan with the best of intentions, but forgot one crucial detail: asking the person concerned consent or at least what she thought about it (let alone, all the other parties involved). Sure, sure, he didn't want to reveal the whole thing to Akiho, the less she knew about the abuse she underwent, the higher the chances she would've been able to live a normal life. But when Akiho found out, it still destroyed her. And she didn't even remember about him and what they experienced together, yet! If she did, things would've been 10x worse (hence why I think even after Sakura gave her memories back, she'll probably keep being quite shaken by this experience for quite some time). But Kaito didn't pause to consider Akiho's input in this because he suffers from the same disease Syaoran suffers from: "I have to bear the burden of this all alone, and make her happy only with my efforts". Syaoran learned the lesson before things could get worse, because he was stopped by someone in their circle of friends (Yue). Kaito didn't have that, and he went down the slippery slope. Now Sakura, with this gesture of asking consent multiple times, is giving him an example of how to treat these matters right. I have too much empathy for Kaito and for his desperate situation for me to be able to "scold him" for what he's done, but still, Sakura setting an example for him was great to witness, for the development of both characters!

And yes, Touya's words in chapter 58 resonated loud and clear the moment Sakura announced, crying while holding a shocked Akiho, that she would've brought back what they never should've lost! In the middle of this mess, where truth and falsification were mixed up, blurring the lines, her brother's words stayed in her heart and guided her towards what was important to do at the moment: get back the person they lost in all of this!!! It was such an emotional journey for me to witness, and I really loved everyone's role in it. Kaito and Akiho might be my "spotlight" in this later part of the arc, but Sakura still got all my love for how she always chose, unwavering, to put her empathy first and save her important people in need. And Akiho wasn't second to none, because even without magic, she made a very difficult decision (and I'm absolutely SURE that the reason why CLAMP made Kaito succeed in his plan, therefore showing us how Akiho was loved by everyone in the Kinomoto family, was precisely to make her decision in this finale even more DIFFICULT, but at the same time showing just how MUCH Kaito means to her!).

Thank you so much for reading my analysis and for sending your asks, very appreciated 😊❤️

[buckyseddie]

too shy

pairings — eddie munson x fem!human!reader

summary — in which, she's too shy to admit what she feels, but all of that goes out the window when her best friend blurts it all out to the one person she didn't want to ever know.

warnings — lots of angst, reader's insecurities and really bad low self-esteem, lot of fluff because i'm in denial of volume two (spoiler free!), reader’s friend and eddie are good friends, mentions of reader’s trauma and unhealthy coping mechanisms from the way her parents raised her, longing gazes between eddie and reader, teasing!eddie, rain kisses, tension, love confessions, reader trying to run from her problems

word count — 2.9k.

notes — hi, i did have this really great idea for an eddie fic, but it was taking too long. and if i'm being honest, i just really didn't have the motivation to get it done. so, here's this instead! gif and divider creds to owner!

p.s., feedback is very much encouraged and appreciated <3.

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THERE WERE MANY TIMES THAT her best friend had truly brought her to almost hate her.

things like ditching her for a boy, or lying about her plans to her, were some of those types of situations that made her mad at her.

but, this time? well, those times couldn't dare compare to what she did now.

"come on, [y/n]! it was an accident! i didn't mean to say it," her best friend pauses as she watches her annoyed friend pace about in a repetitive way in front of her own bed.

she scoffs, turning to face her in both bewilderment and frustration.

"a—are you actually kidding me right now?" she questions in a irritated tone of voice as she abruptly turns to face her now.

[y/f/n] stutters nervously, already feeling guilty for not being able to keep her mouth shut for once in her life.

"i—i'm sorry! i didn't mean to!" she mumbles, her eyes now downcast to the floor.

with a guilty sigh, [y/n] crosses her arms over her chest, realizing that she can't put all of the blame on her.

so what if she blurted out how her best friend feels about the well-known freak of the town she's grown up in her entire life? — though, she obviously doesn't see him like that.

he'd probably have found out some other time, eventually.

deep down, she knows it.

"i'm sorry." she whispers, though her best friend hears it quite clearly.

[y/f/n] looks taken aback by her best friend's response.

[y/n] shrugs, knowing the reason why her friend is so shocked — she's not the type of person that gives up so easily when it comes to being right.

and look, i know that sounds bad. and trust me, she knows this.

she also grew up with parents who not only fought all the time, but would also put so much pressure on her to be perfect.

needless to say, she has her own flaws of herself that she wishes so much she could change.

"look, i can't put all of the blame on you," she explains further-more, trying to forget about how upset she is about this situation. "he would've probably figured it out, sooner or later."

though, she's obviously forgiven her for her mistake, that doesn't erase the new situation that is very much real.

i mean, eddie knows about her feelings for him. what is she supposed to do with that?

and even more stressful, how is she supposed to react when he confronts her?

[y/f/n] sighs, quickly motioning for her friend to sit down on the bed with her.

with a sigh of defeat, she wordlessly nods as she sits beside her on the edge of the bed.

"i know you're scared. but, i promise you everything's going to be fine." [y/f/n] murmurs as she places a hand over her arm in a comforting gesture.

"what if he confronts me? what am i supposed to do? i don't want to ruin our friendship." [y/n] whispers in a shaky voice, tears clouding her eyes at the thought of everything ending badly.

with another sigh, her friend nods in understanding.

"i know it's scary. but, i have no doubt that he feels the same." she tells her, despite knowing that nothing will change [y/n]'s mind until she gets the answer straight from eddie.

scoffing, she turns to face her best friend incredulously. "how could you think that he feels the same about me?"

[y/f/n] goes to sigh in defeat, but an abrupt and rhythmic knock interrupts her from doing so.

both of the girls' eyes snap over to the doorway to see a familiar young man's messily wavy hair and deep, puppy-dog brown eyes of eddie munson.

his left hand is enclosed into a soft fist, paused in the mid air, and near the wall that he had knocked on just mere seconds ago.

[y/n]'s breath catches in her throat as eddie's eyes meet hers from across the room.

it's almost as if it's just them and the entire world — the universe — has just fallen away. as if it's only them that exist now.

clearing her throat in an awkward form, [y/f/n] begins to feel like a third wheel as she watches the two looking at each with only love and adoration.

she then rolls her eyes at the idiocy of the situation; [y/n] thinking that he doesn't return her feelings, even when he's looking at her now like she's his entire life and world.

after another moment of clearing her throat, both eddie and [y/n] snap out of their dazes as [y/f/n] starts to wonder if this is her cue to leave the room and give them some time alone.

though, before she can come up with an answer, eddie speaks up, after realizing that [y/n] hasn't said anything else, "i wanted to see if we could talk — about what happened."

her eyes widen in shock, her bottom lip trembling — just slightly — in a nervous sense.

"o—oh." she says softly in barely a whisper.

as he nods slowly, [y/n]'s heart flutters from how he's looking at her.

mentally groaning, her friend clears her throat rather loudly, before pointing towards the door.

"i think i'm going to head out and see you later, guys."

the young woman's eyes widen in surprise and panic, opening her mouth to object and force her best friend into staying in the room to avoid having to have the 'talk' eddie is quite dead-set on having.

but, before she quite can get anything out, eddie shares a look with [y/f/n] and nods at her in appreciation. "thanks, man."

though, instead of interrupting in this moment, when she could've had the chance, she cringes at the way he calls her best friend 'man'.

but, [y/f/n] only laughs, waving him off with her own platonic pet-name for him, "no problem, dude."

[y/n] furrows her brows together in confusion, having completely forgotten eddie's and her friend's familiar antics.

"now, i'm gonna get out of here before things get sappy!" she says in a teasing tone of voice as she walks over to the door.

as eddie moves further into the room, [y/f/n] slowly shuts the door behind him, leaving the pair completely alone.

"so... you w—wanted to talk?" she stutters after a moment of silence, hoping to god that she doesn't spill anything.

but, then again, he already knows almost everything, thanks to her blabbering-mouth-of-a-best-friend.

"maybe... how about what happened the other day?" he asks casually, trying to not seem like it's not such a big deal, even though it kinda is.

"i—" she stutters, before closing her mouth abruptly, immediately deciding that she can't mess up if she stays quiet.

with a sigh, he walks over to her and sits beside her on the edge of her bed.

as she fidgets quite nervously and her breath hitches in her throat at the closeness of their bodies, eddie plays with his metal rings around his fingers in his own version of nervousness.

but, as no one speaks for far too long — in eddie's opinion, at least — eddie takes in a deep breath, trying to grow some confidence.

"c'mon, i get it — who wouldn't like me?" he says cockily, his charming smile on his lips masking his true emotions that he's feeling.

although, [y/n] doesn't react in any way that suggests that she thinks that statement is funny.

maybe if they were in a less stressful situation, she would've probably laughed and made her own masked joke — she had to make it seem like everything he said to her didn't leave her flustered and nervous.

all she really does is take in a sharp breath, her heartbeat going up at a faster pace as her nervous thoughts grow much more panicked.

seeing that his joke does nothing to make either of them feel less awkward and stressed-out, eddie sighs in defeat.

"c'mon. you can talk to me, i—" he starts to say in a gentle tone, despite becoming much more stressed-out and nervous as every moment passes.

"—it's true." she whispers, quickly cutting off what it was that he was about to say to her. tears quickly cloud her vision as she begins to lay her head against her hands that are sitting against her knees, in order to avoid his gaze after admitting the truth.

this time, eddie's the one that's breathless as a choked breath leaves his lips.

although [y/f/n] had blurted it out to him when he had been complaining to her about never having any chances with anyone, he hadn't let himself believe it for even one second.

just like [y/n], he wouldn't let himself believe it until he heard it from his best friend himself. and this moment proves just that [y/f/n] was right.

eddie takes in another anxious breath as [y/n] continues to stay quiet in her current position of hiding her face from him behind her hands.

"sweetheart, why didn't you tell me, yourself?" he asks in an even gentler tone of voice than he had done just minutes ago.

though, she doesn't even bother to reply. how could she?

it was one thing for her best friend to blurt it out. but, for [y/n] herself to actually confirm it, changes everything — it makes it real.

and that means she can't ever take it back. especially, if he breaks her heart by rejecting her.

[y/n]'s breath catches in her throat and her heart nearly stops when she feels one of his warm hands gently grasp one of her wrists.

"talk to me. please."

after hearing the desperate tone in his voice, she hesitantly takes her head away from her hands and looks up at him nervously. she lets him take her hand to lie on one of his legs as he connects their hands together.

"eddie... i—i don't want this to change anything. you and our friendship means the world to me." she stutters, more tears surfacing to her eyes again.

though, this time, they actually spill to her cheeks — something that eddie realizes immediately.

"hey. it's okay," he murmurs softly as he lightly wipes away the tears coating her cheeks. "we can talk about this. nothing's going to change for the worst — i promise."

with another shaky breath and catching his kind and honest eyes, she nods.

eddie begins to rub gentle circles around her hand to provide her with more comfort as she tries to think of what to say next.

"it's... " she starts off, but then cuts herself off again as the anxiety swirling around in her gut overwhelms her, once again.

"'s okay, take your time." he says gently, his voice coming out a little raspy and not being one bit irritated or impatient, despite the fact that thinking about whether she truly cares about him — like he does — is stressing him out immensely.

[y/n] anxiously squeezes his hand in hers, before trying again, "it is true. i... i do have feelings for you — everything that [y/f/n] said was true."

"it is?" eddie asks in shock, still not quite believing her, even as she silently nods.

there’s another long moment of silence, both of the adults trying to think of what to say next. 

though, before either of them can find the words to sort this situation out, [y/n] suddenly stands up from her place on the bed, impulsively walking over to the door and out into the hall.

[y—y/n]?” eddie stammers, not having had expected her to go down this path of running away from her problems, even if it is something she’s very good at doing. 

when she doesn’t come back or give off any type of response, eddie jumps up in worry of what she might do, in order to avoid him. “[y/n]!” he yells, before racing out of the room and quickly following after her, until they’re both walking through the pattering rain and the chilly air. 

“don’t run away from this!” he yells after her, this statement causing her to stop abruptly. 

as she stands frozen in place, eddie takes the opportunity to get closer to her, until he’s just a few feet away from her. 

“you can’t just run away from your problems when they get too hard!” he yells over the loud rain, so that she can hear him clearly. 

though, even through the rain and winds that are picking up by every second, she would’ve still heard him — she hears him clearly now. 

frustration and just a little bit of anger hits her as she suddenly turns around, irritation flashing in her eyes. she doesn’t even react to how close he is to her now — she’s only focused on giving him a piece of her mind. 

because how could he say that when he knows why she does it? i mean, he knows more than anyone else that the reason that she pushes people away and avoids her problems is because at least that way, she can’t get hurt. 

eddie’s breath catches in his throat when he notices that he set her off in the wrong way. 

“are you kidding, right now? eddie, how can you say that to me?” she questions him in a trembling tone of voice, tears beginning to mix with the raindrops that are now drenching the both of them.

he stutters, but she interrupts him before he can say anything, “you know why i run from everything! you’re my best friend, and you should know not to hold that against me!” she exclaims, more tears filling her eyes, once more. 

“wait,” he stammers once more, flinching when he notices the betrayed look displayed in her eyes. “i—i didn’t mean it like that. i swear!” 

she decides to bite her tongue after hearing him speak. 

there’s always been moments where he’d irritate her to no end — let’s be honest, we all have those times where the ones we love the most can annoy us. every friendship is like this.

but, with them, it’s different. god knows, they’re more than just friends.

out of all the things that eddie has done that was beyond frustrating, it was always his cluelessness and obliviousness that had her annoyed the most — it had been so frustrating that despite how obvious she was about her feelings, he still didn’t understand the truth. 

even in this moment — even with how angry she felt at him — she bites down the words she so impulsively wants to say. 

“what did you mean, then?” she questions, her voice still bitter as the cold rain begins to take its toll on her, causing her teeth to chatter.

noticing this, eddie stops. “m—maybe we should continue this conversation inside.” 

despite how freezing she is, she’s a stubborn girl. “no. we’re going to stay out here until we’ve finished talking this out.” she states, ignoring the obvious concern that her best friend has for her well-being. 

he scoffs, running his wet hands through his soaking wet curls. “[y/n], it’s fucking raining outside! have you not noticed that?” 

it’s her turn to scoff as she rolls her eyes at his idiotic plan to get her back inside. “yes, eddie, i have noticed. but, you are the one that doesn’t wanna let go of my obvious feelings. so, let’s get this over with, then!” 

a dark look takes over his face when he realizes how stubborn she’s going to be about this. 

“fine.” he grumbles angrily, though it’s not at her. 

as an idea hits him, a smirk takes over the current frown on his lips. 

“why are you—” [y/n] begins to ask shakily as the cold weather begins to start to take its toll on her. though, she doesn’t have the chance to finish asking her question.

she watches him closely, completely cutting herself off as she eyes him warily after noticing him stepping even closer to her and entering her personal space. 

“why do you have to be so stubborn, sweetheart?” he mumbles, one of his hands coming up to her face and tucking her stray hair behind her ear as he stares at her with a soft glint in his eyes.

“eddie? w—what’re you doing?” she stammers as her teeth begins to chatter against each other. 

the look in his eyes both warms her heart and scares her. how could he not have known of the effect he has on her? 

before she can say anything else, he places his hands around her neck and gently pulls her towards him until their lips are connected. 

[y/n] gasps in shock, before she eventually melts into him and the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and pushing him closer to her.

when they break away, they both gasp for breath, foreheads now resting against each other. 

“whoa,” she whispers, still very much in shock of what just happened.

eddie breathlessly chuckles, closing his eyes for a split second before opening them once again. 

“let’s go back inside, yeah? i don’t want you to get sick.” he murmurs seriously as he cups her face with that same soft look in his eyes. 

she giggles, nodding in agreement as she tries to ignore the way that her heart flutters at the concern in his voice. 

as they pull away from each other, eddie’s hands drop from her face to intertwine one of their hands together. he lifts their hands up together and rubs small circles on her hand.

“we’re gonna be fine, y’know?”

with a small sigh, she frowns, not sure on whether to be believe him or not, but nods anyways. 

and with that, they both begin to walk back inside, happy to know that something positive came out of all of this. 

[can-of-pringles]

OC asks: Lee or Arith, you pick

🤡🐒🎶

💝🧑‍🍼🎲

Aw, I have to choose between them? Hmm ok. I'll go with Lee since she needs more development.

EDIT: Now I am including Arith!

🤡 - What’s something dumb they’re embarrassed about?

Lee: Well, when she was alive and younger, she would especially be embarrassed about having to wear bulky winter coats.

Arith: When the sound on his phone is turned on without him knowing so then it ends up playing a random video or ad and everyone hears.

🐒 - What’s their favorite animal?

Lee: Sharks!

Arith: Cats actually.

🎶 - What’s a song they really like?

Lee: Dangerous by Big Data and Joywave

Arith: Be Bold Like Elijah by IRONTOM

💝 - What gestures do they really appreciate? How do you get on their good side?

Lee: She doesn't like to be excluded from things or talked down to. Honestly, if you show her respect and genuinely listen to her, she'll appreciate it. It also helps if you like her special interests.

Arith: He likes it when people are kind to him, vs being nice, there's a difference. And he appreciates it when people don't just go along with everything he says like they do think for themselves and would rather have a discussion instead of shutting the opportunity down. If that makes sense. He appreciates people being original rather than conforming and then recognizing he also is original.

I know I went on a big tangent with that sorry.

🧑‍🍼 - How do they feel about kids?

Lee: Had she lived and grown up, she probably would've liked the idea of having kids, or at least one.

Arith: He's not bad with kids, especially when they're a little older. Sometimes he doesn't understand why kids even want to be around him but doesn't feel the need to shoo them away or anything, he's just a  little confused.

But soon after Kaia is born, he falls into the parental role surprisingly easily. He wasn't prepared for how much love he'd have for her, it was almost overwhelming. He's also fiercely protective over her, which makes sense. He doesn't want anything bad to happen to her, or to his family.

🎲 - Pick a random question to answer from this list.

🎨 - What’s their favorite color?

Lee: Greens and generally warm tones.

Arith: Blues and black.

[kyoghurts]

i want to kiss rayne on his cheek and run away before he can catch me

sen don't give me ideas sen don't give me ideas sen dont do not DO NOT DONT—

rayne knows you can be random at times, and he would be left in confusion for the most part. but something about you kissing his cheek without explanation, especially if he's just reading a book you lent to him in the couch, vanishing out of his sight in swift motion, is a cruel thing you could ever done. utterly unfair.

well, maybe it wasn't at the time. but it got more frequent as days pass. and there’s a pattern existing here: him, distracted or that he’s pouring his attention elsewhere, and you, ready to cut his focus through with it, and then fleeing from him as if it was a crime you cannot admit yourself into.

whatever you're doing, you're definitely enjoying it. and rayne cannot let you hog all the fun to yourself.

so he pretends to fixate on the cookie jar you asked him to open and his face contorts into one with slight frustration, it wouldn't budge.

"you're awfully taking your time there." you say, suspicion brewing yet still buying the act. he doesn't say anything, and your mind tells you its the right time to commit another crime.

you hear the lid cracking open and you say "oh! i actually have something to tell you rayne."

"what is it?" you gesture with your hand to come closer, and he faces the other way for his ears to lean an inch to your mouth, puzzled.

kiss.

"thanks!" flutters of chuckling fly open as you snatch the jar from his grasp. it turns into howls of laughter that echo as you realize he's running towards you and instantly you're both playing tag. "catch me if you c—ah!"

"got you." you can hear the triumph in his voice, although he mumbles it against your ear so hushed that its making your cheeks warm. strong arms holding you, you can see muscles and veins flexing on his skin and its making you feel tingly inside. you yelp in surprise when he carries you bridal style, and he does it without much effort. i'm stupid, you think, because he probably would've opened this jar that you're clinging onto for dear life more quickly if he wasn't pretending. again, with a sultry tone, he teases. "can't have you fooling around now, you've gone far enough." he walks up to the stairs, all the while planting kisses on every parts of your face. "i'm going to have my share of fun, too."

it only takes a blink for you to grow timidly red. i'm stupidly in love with you. you don't tell him this, you know he feels the same way. once your back hits the soft mattress of your bed, golden eyes welling of hunger, his perpetual glare almost turning dark, you know he's just as stupidly in love with you as you are with him.

notes. TWO FICS IN A ROW THIS IS INSANE SEN WHAT HAVE U DONE TO ME

© kyoghurts. ★ reblogs & likes are well appreciated!

[museswithinx]

Brady smiles, even though he feels like a huge dork. He's grateful that Jake's letting it go and that he's cool with letting Brady meet his dog. "Awesome," he says. "That's--cool. Thanks."

"So you know the basics," he confirms. "Should be pretty easy for you. Do you know a spot we could go to? Some place that's pretty flat and won't have residents that'll call the, well, you because we're disturbing the peace or something?"

He's joking, mostly. He hopes Jake gets that, but maybe he should say...

The smile that spreads across his face next is slow, but builds into something bright. "That's--" he says, gripping the handle of his mug a little more tightly, as if it's going to do anything to stem the shocking rush of elation that goes through him.

It doesn't mean he has a shot.

And he probably shouldn't want one, for a bunch of reasons.

But still.

"Cis-male, pansexual," Brady says, gesturing to himself. "Pro-nouns are he/him. I appreciate you, uh, sharing with me. Definitely a relief to know I can recommend my usual kinds of books."

He clears his throat, then nods. "Just the two," he confirms. "Two siblings, three parents, and a shit ton of honourary aunts, uncles, and cousins. You mentioned a cousin, right? Is all your family here in Mystic Falls?"

"Of course," he says with a nod. He's sure Gideon wouldn't mind the company and well, he didn't mind it either. It was an excuse to keep seeing him...

Brady confirms it's similar so at the very least, Jake wouldn't make a total ass of himself. Chuckling, he answers, "We'll stay away from the residential neighborhoods since there's always at least one complainer." Mrs. Hendricks was just one of many. "I do know of a place though. It used to be a parking lot for the old movie theater, which is long abandoned now that we've got a newer one. The kids use it sometimes to play kickball and what not so I think we could do some longboarding there."

Jake almost feels like an idiot for the way it came out. Like maybe he should have rehearsed it or something. It was too late now though and he felt nerves bubble up intensely as he waited for a response.

However, there's a giant wave of relief that washes over him when Brady confirms he was also part of the community. Maybe he should have suspected but he never liked to assume. Of course, that didn't mean he had any interest in Jake like that whatsoever but...

"Gay," he confirmed gesturing to himself. "I'm, uh, not always so good with the sharing, truthfully. Been trying to work on it but it's not one of those things that come easily." He said. "Thank you for sharing with me though. I, uh, don't know a whole lot of people in the community so it's... I don't know. Kinda nice."

"That's cool," he said, "I would've liked another sibling, like maybe a little brother but my parents stopped after Harper. Getting into trouble is like an Olympic sport for her, plus I think my parents just like the two-sibling dynamic. They both grew up with that." Even though his dad had lost Aunt Vicki far too young. "For the most part, yeah. My grandparents on my mother's side live in New York but they stop in frequently to visit."

[wawataka]

bawling my eyes out bc the only man in my family who actually wanted a daughter got a son

[oblxvion]

MINDGAMES | T. FUSHIGURO

⇲ PAIRING: dilf!toji fushiguro x female!reader

⇲ WARNINGS: cheating, corruption (?), porn w very little plot, swearing, age gap (reader is in her 20s), fingering, oral (m -> f, f -> m), slight nipple play, pet names (doll, princess, baby, sweet girl, angel), throat fucking, use of "slut," "bitch (once)," and "daddy," toji is a soft-dom (ish?), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), creampie, UNDER 17 DNI.

⇲ WORD COUNT: 7,736

⇲ SYNOPSIS: in which you're dating megumi and have been staying at his dad's places with him while you try and find your own place. you can't tell megumi that you've been feeling a certain way towards his dad because that's weird, right?

⇲ AN: guys i am so sorry this has taken so long but here it is finally! i'm so proud of this one tbh </3 please lmk if i forgot anything in the warnings! reblogs are appreciated!

You'd been living with Megumi for a while now; he'd urged you to stay with him at his father's home while you began looking for your own place. You were forever grateful for this gesture of hospitality; if he hadn't offered, you would've probably struggled to find somewhere to stay.

It was nice being able to live with your boyfriend. You got to spend even more time with him than you did before. You tended to find yourself coming home earlier from your job than he did, so you found time to cook dinner for you, Megumi, and Megumi's father, Toji.

Toji was undoubtedly an interesting man, you weren't entirely sure what he had done for a job since he seemed to be retired now, but he never really seemed to leave the house. You knew that Megumi had a troubled relationship with Toji during his childhood, as he tended to sleep with many women. It didn't bother Megumi that much since Toji wasn't cheating, and Megumi never knew who his mother was, but it was still weird to him as a child. As he grew up, he managed to rebuild that relationship he had with his father, which made you happy for the two of them.

Toji's features, on the other hand, you now understand how he got around so much. That man was insanely attractive. His piercing green eyes and black hair, that damn scar over his lip, his looks alone, were irresistible. His thick, buff, muscular body standing at his height is already intimidating as is, but damn, this man is a fucking asshole.

It doesn't stop you from fantasizing about him, though. Late at night, you found yourself in the shower with your fingers stuffed up your cunt as you pushed yourself towards an orgasm, with Toji's name at the tip of your tongue. You just can't help it and think about him and his cock, how good and experienced he must be. He would know how to make you cum and squirt, leaving you trembling, shaking, and begging for more. You loved Megumi; you did. He's your beloved boyfriend, but you can't help thinking about his dick of a father, and you felt insanely guilty for it. 

His actions didn't help the guilt you were feeling either. Of course, you wanted to impress your boyfriend's father, who wouldn't? Toji's hands would linger a bit too long on your hips when passing behind you, or he'd have a flirtatious tone when talking to you. Sometimes when he'd come back from a run, he'd take off his shirt and leave very little to imagination as he rummaged through the kitchen for a glass of water. 

He knew you'd look. That bastard. Who wouldn't look? You'd stare a bit too long, admiring his muscles and how formed his physique was. He'd catch you looking every single time, snorting it off as he'd turn to head up to his bedroom. 

Unbeknownst to you, Toji wanted you to look. He wanted you to look at him and get flustered by the slightest movement, smirk, or phrase. You were so cute, so precious, and he was almost jealous of his son for bagging a babe like you.

You weren't aware, but he'd watch you as much as you watched him. You had the perfect body, and it was so addicting. You'd walk around the house in those tight tank tops and tiny shorts, covering so little that it drove Toji insane. He just had to have you; he so desperately wanted to hear the pretty whimpers that would fall from your lips as he drilled himself so deep inside you — feeling you pulsate and convulse around him as you clawed at his back. He'd thought of it all, and it was getting to the point where it was unbearable. 

*

"I'm gonna head up to bed," Megumi announced, placing his plate in the sink. "I've got a long day at work tomorrow, and I'm already exhausted."

"Ok, baby," you smile, getting up from your seat at the dinner table. "I'll meet you up there, 'kay?" 

Today, Toji had been quieter than usual. Not being as much of an asshole as he usually is, and honestly, it was a bit of a relief for you. He sat down with you and Megumi for dinner, tuning in for a bit of the conversation but otherwise, he zoned out. 

You quietly hummed to yourself as you began to wash the dishes in the sink, soaping up the sponge and rubbing the excess residue down the garbage disposal. The sound of the sink running and your humming distracted you, so you hadn't heard the sound of movement from the table behind you.

"I can take that for y-" you were cut off, turning your head slightly to where the man was, but he was centimeters away from your face to your shock. His large arms had caged you between the sink and himself as he placed his plate in the sink. His cologne was overwhelming, the smell filling your nose as he looked at you, eyes secretive of his motives. You felt your face heat up instantly, thinking that your lips would have brushed his at how close he was if you had moved any closer. Toji's mouth curved up into a smirk as he leaned down to your ear, pressing his torso against your back.

You were short-circuiting. You couldn't even form a single thought. He was so close to you; he never did something like this. You were completely frozen in place, not being able to bring your body to move the slightest. His body pressing up against yours so nicely, you wouldn't have been able to feel his bulge pressing up against the fat of your ass if you hadn't come to your senses.

"No need to be scared, princess," His breath hot against your ear, one hand coming down and resting against your hip, just above the plump of your behind. The single sensation was electrifying; your whole body flushed up in heat from the contact. He barely had touched you, and you already were only thinking of him.

You couldn't bring yourself to speak. You knew this was wrong; you were dating his son. But you couldn't help but think about his hard-on pressed behind you, the way Toji had begun to move ever so slightly to gain any sense of friction suggested that he was painfully hard.

"You feel that?" He whispered into your ear, voice laced with lust and desire. "Yeah, that's what you fucking do to me, sweet girl." The grip of his hands on your hips was firm as he maneuvered the two of you, so his back was up against the countertop. Not once did his motions falter as he ghosted his lips along your exposed collarbone, occasionally placing an open-mouthed kiss. You could feel yourself melting back into his touch with his actions, an arm coming behind you and reaching behind his head, urging him to continue. You hated yourself; you hated that you were feeling good from this. 

"'M always watching you, the way you look at me, baby, didn't think I'd notice?" He continues, hands slowly and gently moving up from your hips and under the tank top you'd been wearing. His fingers ghosted against your stomach as they moved at an agonizing pace, stopping right below your breasts. "Always wearing those cute' n tight clothes of yours," he says between placing kisses as you arch your neck to give him more access. "Megumi's one lucky son of a bitch, gettin' to have you and this pretty body every night, lucky little shit."

Toji's breath hitched when he moved his hands further up your chest, coming in contact with your breasts instead of a bra. Then, cupping them, he used his pointer and thumb to twist and pull at your sensitive nipples, causing you to finally let out a whimper that you'd been trying to keep in. 

"Yeah, that's it," his voice low as he continues to tease you. "Make some noise for me, hm?"

Your whole body was hot, guilt washing over you as the last of your resolve wore thin. You now understood why Toji had gotten with handfuls of women; he knew exactly what to do and how to please them.

"Toji," you whine, arching your back into his touch. He let out a low chuckle before turning his head to meet yours, as if his eyes were asking you, pushing you, urging you to continue with what was clearly at the tip of your tongue. At that moment, you finally lost. The resolve that you were trying so hard to keep had completely collapsed. 

"Touch me." Your body was on fire; you didn't care at this point if it was wrong. The only thought going through your head was the need to feel relief, some kind of friction. The way his hands felt on your body, how they knew what to do and where to touch, you couldn't just let go of this opportunity. 

"Yeah?" He grins, one hand sliding down from its location at your breast to rest at your hip as his mouth moves ever so slowly from its place at your collarbone. Toji's movements don't let up as he continues to move up to your ear once more and along your jawline before his lips ghost over your own. "And where d’ya want me to touch you, doll?"

His lips were so close to yours that you could feel the air being blown between the two of you when he spoke, his stupidly pretty green eyes not once leaving yours as if they were trying to search for something. His gaze alone made you tremble, and his hands all over your body were not helping your case.

An idea sparked as you took your bottom lip between your teeth, keeping your eyes on his emerald ones as you grabbed his hand that had made its way down to your waist. You placed your hand on top of his, slowly guiding it down your lower stomach to the waistband of the flimsy pajama shorts that you were wearing. He watched your movements eagerly, giving you a sly smirk when he realized where you were moving his hand. 

"Here," you say softly, finally bringing his large hand to where he could cup you through the fabric. Even through the thin, cotton fabric, Toji could feel how wet you'd become from his actions, immediately boosting his impossibly high ego and making him harder than he was before. "Want you to touch me here, Toji."

Now it was Toji's turn to fall apart.

"Look at you," he groaned, chest rumbling against your back at the sensation of your pussy, warm and wet, beneath the fabric. "Haven't even touched you yet, and you're already dripping through the fabric? How naughty." He gave you a slight slap causing you to jolt up against his hold. 

"Fuck," you breathe, not realizing that you're moving your hips against his hand in the hopes of getting some sort of friction. 

"Easy now, angel," Toji coos as he begins to draw circles against your clothed clit, which again causes you to jolt in his arms. "So sensitive, Y/n. Does Megumi know how naughty you are?" 

"No," You shake your head slightly, your response earning a low chuckle from him as he removes his hand from its place at your breast and its position between your thighs. You peer up to him, slightly confused by his actions, but those thoughts were soon dismissed by him gently pushing you up against the kitchen's island. 

"'M gonna help you out, 'kay?" His voice laced with lust and desire as his hands position themselves at your waist, taking the waistband under his fingers. Toji was unbearably hard, his length straining against the confines of his pants. He'd been with plenty of women in the past — usually, they were pulled towards him like dogs on leashes, but it was different with you. Like you were the dog owner, and he was the dog, he needed to touch you, feel you, and taste you. "'Gonna make you feel so fucking good, baby. You got that?"

"Mhm," you whimper, grinding yourself back into him as you turned your head over to his. His lips once again so close to yours — the air thick with sexual tension, urging you to close that gap between you, going from son's girlfriend and father to secret lovers. 

The electrifying sensation of your lips on his makes you realize what you'd been missing out on. It made you realize that it was all part of Toji's game after all this time — wanting you to succumb to his words and actions so that you'd eventually be put in this position. Normally, you would've been upset and disgusted at this realization, but you were too far down the rabbit hole to care. You didn't care anymore if it was wrong; you wanted to feel his touch on your body, in your body. 

The kisses are open-mouthed and devouring as his lips feverishly search for more against your own. You feel high — your vision fuzzy and brain foggy as he whispers dirty words of praise against your lips as he pulled down your shorts, leaving you to step out of them as they pool at the floor.

His calloused fingers dance along the fat of your ass as he gives it a light squeeze before mumbling a gruff "bend over" and pulling his lips away from yours. You're confused by his actions but let out a yelp when you feel two fingers slide through your sopping folds. Toji's movements shocked you, not realizing how exposed you were to his hungry eyes. You could practically feel him taking in the whole view.

"This is embarrassing, Toji," you whine, burying your face into your hands as if to try and hide when your most private part was out in the open for him to see. You waited for him to say something, anything, to put you at ease and make you feel any less embarrassed than you already did but what you were met with were his fingers plunging inside you. You knew his fingers were thick, but feeling them inside and up against your walls caused you to squeeze down on the intrusion, earning a groan from Toji in response.

"Shit," He grunts, slowly beginning to thrust his thick and long fingers inside your aching hole. Your head was spinning, it shouldn't be feeling this good, and he's barely just started with you. It's quite understandable that his fingers would reach that particular spot unlike your own, but being able to find it almost immediately does not play out in your favor. "So fucking tight, baby. You think you can take my dick?" His pace is relentless, his fingers jackhammering in your pussy and out, not once faltering. The sound of the palm of his hand and your slick coming into contact echos throughout the kitchen, worrying you that Megumi may come down and see what his beloved girlfriend is doing with his father. 

"I can," you choke out as Toji removes his fingers from your swollen and throbbing cunt before grabbing your waist and placing you on the marble countertop. 

"Hm, you sure? You're really fuckin' tight, doll," He laughs as he places a chaste kiss on your lips before he opens your legs once more, giving him a better view than before. Your pussy glistening in the faint kitchen light, a strand of your slick connecting to his mouth and chin as he gives you one painfully long and slow lick up to your neglected clit. 

"I can, I can do it!" You cry out, intertwining your hand in his black hair as if you were trying to keep him from running away. His nose brushing up against your clit —bumping up against it perfectly, giving you the perfect amount of friction. Toji knew how to eat pussy, given his years of experience, but who knew it would be this good? This man was eating your poor pussy like it was the last meal he could eat, not letting one drop of you go to waste.

"Don't know if y'can." Your whole body was quivering with need. You can feel him remove his fingers from your hole before bringing his thumb up to your clit as his tongue slides down, circling and lapping at your fold like a dog drinking water. He was just so good; you wanted to please him. You wanted more than anything to prove that you were a good girl for him, that you could take whatever he gave you, that you were his good girl and his alone. "Why don't 'ya prove it to me, yeah?"

"I can," you stammer, "I'm a good girl, 'promise. I can take it." 

And with that, any restraint that Toji had flown out the window. He instantly brought his fingers down to meet his mouth, thrusting them inside your convulsing hole as his mouth ravished your clit. You taste so sweet, so saccharine; Toji can't get enough as he attempts to hold back a groan. The way you clamp down on him when his tongue flicked up against you made him only think about what it would be like to feel that on his dick.

You squirmed and trembled as his tongue pursued you, licking and tasting you. Toji couldn't help but rut into the air as if he were going to get friction at your reactions, he felt pathetic, but the way you were so desperately moving your hips up into his face had him practically falling apart.  

The hot arousal that had begun to pool in the low of your stomach was soon getting ready to burst, the coil threatening to snap; you knew you were close. Toji knew you were close, he could feel your body tense up against his fingers, a telltale sign that you were nearing orgasm, and he had to have it. He had to taste your release, tart, and honeyed all over this tongue.

"Toji, please, please," you sob, fingers gripping onto his black hair and attempting to push him impossibly closer as you near your impending climax.

"Hm?" Toji pulls away, his chin, lips, tongue, and nose all slick with your arousal and his saliva as he gives you a malicious smirk — his fingers slowly down their pace just slightly to listen to what you have to say. 

"Let me cum, please! Fuck, 've been so good, please!" He can feel your pussy, pretty and puffy, flutter against his fingers at your request, begging him to let you finish. After asking him all nice and pretty, of course he was going to let you cum — his need for it was just as self-indulgent as yours was. 

"That's right, such a good girl for me." He says before coming up to kiss you, his thrusting resuming its original pace as his thumb ghostly circled your clit. Your face contorted as he works you toward your orgasm as you grab behind his head to press his mouth against your own, tasting yourself in the process. "Go on, cum for me, yeah?"

You pull away from the kiss, taking your bottom lip between your teeth once more and biting down so hard that you thought you could feel blood. Toji curls his fingers up towards your g-spot while replacing his thumb with his mouth, and that orgasm finally snapped as you let out broken whines and whimpers. Your release coating his fingers as he laps up the rest, groaning at how sweet you taste, like honey even.

Your body twitches and trembles as he pulls his mouth away, savoring the taste and coaxing you out of your orgasm with his fingers. You had never finished like this; you felt like you had an out-of-body experience. 

"Fuck, that's it," he praises, your heart swelling at the remark as you rest your head on his shoulder. His fingers circle your clit gently as your body jolts and twitches from the aftershocks of your orgasm. "You did so well, such a good girl, Y/n."

You peer up to him, giving him a tired smile before cupping his cheeks and pressing a kiss to his lips. The kiss is needy, your tongue dancing with his as you pull him closer to you — an attempt to feel him on you once more. You were drunk — drunk on him. Drunk with the way his lips felt on you, the blazing and hot sensation his hands and lips gave you. You wanted to feel more of him, more of him touching you, on top of you, and inside of you. 

"Toji," you pant into his mouth, "wanna make you feel good too!" Your noises are like music to his ears that he couldn't get enough of; he wanted to hear more of you. You'd make sweet and pretty noises while splitting you on his cock, pumping you full of his seed. He wanted it all.

"Yeah?" He smirks against your lips, placing his hands under your ass, fingers gripping each cheek as he pulls you close to him. Toji picks you up and off the countertop with ease, connecting his lips with yours once more. He kisses you passionately, feverishly, as if he can't hold back for his life. Your lips are like a drug, a drug that he constantly wants and needs. 

"Mhm," you nod, "'wanna suck you off so badly, please, Toji!" Your begging and pleading make him twitch in his sweatpants and want to ravish you then and there. But oh, how he wants to feel those lips of yours on his dick, licking and sucking on him like bitch in heat. 

"Well shit, baby," Toji groans before sitting down on the couch beside you, maneuvering his hips slightly to get comfortable. The lump in your throat is prominent as he grabs the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down to pool at the floor. "Suck me off then."

His cock slapped against his abdomen, the tip touching where his tee-shirt bunched up. You'd seen your fair share of dick in your life, and you could tell that he was definitely over average size and slightly more girth than his son, your boyfriend, who was a bit smaller and more slender. On the other hand, he was well-trimmed — his balls hung low between his thighs as his purple-blue veined shaft curved to the left just slightly, the head of his cock glistening with a sheer layer of precum — you didn't know where to look. 

Toji felt his breath hitch when you reached over to wrap your hand around his length, seeing how much smaller and daintier your hands were to his own. He was pleasuring you before, but now — he was going to ruin you. 

"Shit," you whisper under your breath as an attempt to hide the moan you'd suppressed. "You're so fucking big."

You move so you're seated in front of him, and wow, from this perspective, he looks intimidating and mean. His gaze not once leaving yours as you spit onto the tip of his dick, bringing your right hand up to collect your saliva, spreading it onto his length. Your left hand cupping his balls, heavy in your palm as you stuck out your tongue, licking a stripe from the bottom of his shaft to the head — taking it in your mouth.

The faintest taste of precum meets your tongue as you continue with your movements, salty but inviting. Toji was heavy and thick in your mouth — you were already struggling to take him when you felt your mouth tense, lips burning as they stretched around his girth. The pain felt good; if anything, you wanted more. The feeling of his dick inside your mouth made you even more aroused than when it was in your hands. 

The thought of you being the one to please him, to make him feel good, was intoxicating. Every slight twitch of his hips — every grunt and groan that came out of his mouth had you fighting the urge to touch yourself too. 

Your eyes had begun to burn; you knew that tears would be forming momentarily as his tip had nudged the back of your throat ever so slightly. 

Toji knew he wasn't going to last long. His teasing you and pleasuring you earlier almost tipped him off the edge, which he found strange because usually, he'd last longer when it came to women. But with you, it was different — like you were some beautiful siren, and he a sailor, hypnotizing him to do your every will. 

He was entranced — watching how you took his cock down your throat as your tongue trembled against his shaft. Every time the tip barely touched your throat, he couch feel himself fighting the urge to take your head in his hands and use your mouth like a pocket-pussy. 

Your hand moved in motion with your mouth; the mix of your saliva and his secretion made it easier for you to bring your mouth up and down, taking in whatever he could give you. You could feel your eyes watering now, tears threatening to spill as you looked up at him, mouth full of his cock. You looked so good like this, pumping his cock in your hands. 

"Just like that, fuck," he groaned, hands coming to your hair, guiding you as you sucked him off. You watched him, eyes blown, looking into his green ones, wanting to see and hear every little noise you pulled out of him. His dick sheen and glossy with spit as he tightened his grip on your hair. "So fucking good, my good fucking girl."

Toji barely hears the whines and whimpers coming from you at his praise, but he sure does feel it around his cock as you pull off for a moment.

"Am I making you feel good?" Your voice soft, desperate for approval as you rest your head on his thigh, hands continuing to move up and down his shaft before you focus on his tip — causing his hips to twitch against you. 

"Shit, baby, so good," he moans, voice low as he pulls you up to his lips for a heated kiss. 

The kisses were open-mouthed and needy, him feeding into your eagerness with passion and desire — like fuel to the fire. 

"Wanna fuck your throat," Toji breathed into your mouth, thumb coming up to wipe your chin before putting it back in his mouth. He was losing himself in pleasure; you could tell by the way his hips had begun to buck up into your grip, as if it were your throat, or even better — your pussy. 

"'Kay," you smirk, pulling away from him and his lips before repositioning yourself between his thighs once more. "Do it then."

"Such a dirty girl," He laughs lowly as he intertwines his fingers in your hair, hands cupping your skull. His eyes locked with yours as yours don't leave his as you submitted yourself for him to use. This simple action had him holding back a moan as he guided your mouth back onto his cock. You could feel the tension in your throat relaxing as your mouth engulfed his tip — giving him complete control. He hesitates for a moment, seeing tears pooling, but the eagerness in your eyes and furrowing of your brows only pushes him to continue.

Your mouth felt so good — so warm and wet, making him moan at the thought of what your pussy would feel like as he split you open. The nudge of his tip against the back of your throat had you gagging and squeezing around him,

"Fuck yeah, baby," he slurs, drunk on the feeling of your mouth. It was so filthy — saliva dripping down your chin as he plunged his cock further down your throat. His balls slapped up against your chin as he pushed your head down to his pelvis with each buck of his hips. Toji's thrusts were relentless — your nails digging into his thighs, but he's blinded with pleasure that he doesn't even feel it. 

You look up at him through your teary-eyed gaze, his brows furrowed and bottom lip between his teeth as he tightened his grip on your hair.

"Gonna have to ask Megumi to let me use this mouth every once in a while," he smirks, voice strained. "Because, shit, you take my cock so fucking well, feel so fucking good, baby."

Fat tears drop down your cheeks as you feel him beginning to slow his pace to push you up against his pelvis but resumes it once he pulls you right back off. The biceps in his t-shirt bulge as he uses you, bobbing your head up and down repeatedly — the head of his cock hitting even deeper than before. 

"Y'look so pretty like this, taking my cock like the little slut you are," he grits, watching as tears pour down your eyes. You felt so good like this, being so useful to him as you aided him in his search for pleasure. Your cunt is aching to be touched — you want him to use you like the slut you are, his slut. 

Toji's hips begin to falter as his thrusts become erratic, chasing his impending release as the coil in his stomach winding up — begging for release. It's too much, the way your throat squeezes down on him, your tear-smeared face looking up at him, it's far too much.

"Oh fuck — Fuck." He groans, hands pulling you flush against his pelvis once more as his body begins to convulse as the wave of his orgasm starts to crash. "Baby, god, I'm cumming, I'm fucking cumming."

You feel it — you feel his seed, salty and hot, thick and smooth, pour into your mouth and down your throat. You can feel the underside of his shaft pulse as he pumps his cum, aimlessly trying to go deeper as if he wasn't already. 

Your hands come up to his thigh, giving him a light slap before he releases his hands from your head. You sat on the back of your calves, looking up to him as you swallowed the rest of his release — not letting a drop go to waste. 

"You're filthy," he breathes, voice laced with mischief as he comes down from his high before pulling you up into his lap. His cock twitches to life as soon as he feels how wet you are — your cunt is practically dripping when you straddle his lap. "Blowing your boyfriend's daddy, how naughty of you."

You feel your face heat up as you watch him take his shirt off, revealing his perfectly toned and buff upper body as well as the metal bar between each of his nipples before bringing your lips to his, attempting to avoid his statement. Toji can taste himself against your lips — the kiss is quick and straight to the point — letting both of you know the needs of each other. He kicks his feet out of his sweatpants as he brings his large hands down to your hips, grinding you down on his cock, so the tip rubs your clit in the way that makes you whimper and whine against his hold.

"Want your cock inside me, Toji, wanna feel you so bad," you plead, hands sliding down to his chest as you maneuver your hips against him to feel that friction against your clit. "Been so good for you, please!" Your head is spinning; just this simple action and sensation has you begging at his whim once more — you hated it, but at the same time, you loved it.

You loved it because he made you feel so good. You loved it because he knew what he was doing with his fingers, with his cock; he knew it all. You loved Megumi, and Megumi knew how to please you, but with Toji, it was different. He knew exactly where to touch, what to say, and what to do that had you writhing, wanting, begging, and needing more.

Toji just couldn't say no to you — not after you'd done so well for him and asked him so nicely. He also couldn't say no to himself — his body, his cock was aching to feel inside you. To feel your walls pulsate and clamp down on him as he pounded inside you, tip brushing against your cervix with each thrust. He needed to be inside you just as much as you needed him inside you. 

He gives you a slight nod before taking your ass up in his hands, striding over to his bedroom as he struggled to shut the door. Toji laid you down on his king-sized bed — hands resting at your hips as he littered sensual and passionate kisses all up your stomach and lifting your tank top, leaving it to rest at your collarbone as he continued to press his mouth onto your body. His lips warm and wet from before — causing you to squirm under his touch. Toji's hands came up to your chest, cupping your breasts for a moment as if he were trying to imprint the feeling of them touching up against his palms in his brain. 

You looked so cute like this — so pretty, all ready for him. Your lips were slightly swollen and eyes sparkling with need and desire; it only made him want to ruin you more. It's not like he hadn't already — he's tampered and poisoned you with him. He has you drunk on him, on his cock, wanting to feel more of him because you just couldn't get enough. Just the mere touch of his fingers and the sensation of his body on yours set your skin ablaze. 

"Please," you breathe, arching your hips up slightly towards his crotch. He chuckled at your eagerness, giving you a slight smirk as he leaned back — spitting on his cock before giving it a few pumps and lining it up with your pussy. 

"Y'sure you can take me, baby?" His left hand came down to the side of your head to hold himself up as he tapped his cock against your cunt, causing you to twitch against him. 

You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck for support. You knew it would hurt, given his size and girth — eyes squeezing shut as you waited for the impending burning feeling that felt so good. 

"Look at me when I put my cock inside you," he grits, aligning his tip with your entrance. Now was his chance to ravage you, to ruin you truly — make you only think of nothing but him and his cock.

Toji didn't know that you were already too far gone — you couldn't form coherent thoughts at the moment, only thinking about him and how good his cock will feel inside you when he thrusts inside you with full force and no mercy. You'd been so good for him too, so useful and obedient. Now all you were waiting to see him lose it — for him to grab your hips and grind you up against his cock to chase his release.

You look into his eyes for the umpteenth time that night, your bottom lip between your teeth, biting down as Toji sheaths himself fully inside you with one thrust. His eyes never leave yours as he stretches you open inch by inch, hands resting at your hips. Toji stays there for a moment, hips flush against yours as he gives you a chance to get used to the feeling of him inside you and giving himself a chance to become familiar with being inside you. The way you sucked him in was intoxicating — the warm and pulsating sensation of your cunt squeezing down on him makes him worried that he's going to orgasm before you two even get started. 

Toji removes his hands from your hips, placing them on either side of your head — he had the perfect view of you. This way, he could pay attention to each and every reaction he could pull out of you. He retracts his hips slowly, feeling you flutter slightly at the feeling only so that he could fill you up steadily, just like before. The pace was steady and forceful as he thrusted into you deeply, making sure to drag his cock along your walls. 

"Holy shit," he groans, hands somehow finding their way back to your hips as he begins to pick up his pace. He looks down to where your bodies meet — watching as his cock slip in and out of you with ease. Toji's grip is tight as he begins to grind your hips against his pelvis, only for you to take control — grinding up against him as you bring a hand down your sweat-slicked body to your clit, circling it for even more friction and stimulation. "Oh god, baby."

Your fingers move from your clit to your folds, spreading at the intrusion as Toji begins to increase the pace. His balls slap up against the curve of your ass as he fucks into you deeper, feverishly as your body pulls him in for more with each buck of his hips. 

The way your face melts and body shudders as he splits you open on his cock makes him wonder why he didn't do this sooner. Your thighs involuntarily squeeze around his waist, pulling him so that his chest is now flush against yours — hands snaking down and around to grab the fat of your ass. You want to feel all of him; you want to be covered by his warmth as you pull him closer. And yet, you continue to grind your hips up towards him. 

Toji buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot and strained as he pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses where your neck meets your collarbone, careful not to leave any marks. Your mind in a haze as he brings his face up to yours to where your lips brush up against his, occasionally touching to where he could swallow your moans — not once looking away from your glossy eyes. 

"Y're taking me so — fuck — well, angel, shit," His praises went straight to your cunt, squeezing down on him with those mere words. Toji, of course, didn't fail to notice this and smirked at how your body responded to him — he was going to take advantage of this but wanted to make sure that his speculations were correct. 

The veins in his arms bulge as he moves his hands from below you to right under your knees, pushing your legs up to your chest, giving him more access to your body as he plunged inside you without fail. This new angle gave Toji the ability to pound his cock into that special spot that made you see stars and feel fuzzy. 

"Yes, yes, yes, yes — right there, please, Toji, oh god," you cry out, and for some reason, in that moment, you feel your heart swell — you felt the need to cry. Not out of fear or pain, but out of pleasure and sensation — he had finally corrupted you. It all made sense to you now. He had finally broken you down, gotten his goal to have you here in his bed, drunk on his cock like a little cockslut. He had broken you down to the point where you no longer cared about anything except for him, only wanting and needing him. He had finally won this game. 

"It's like you're made for me, baby, Y'see that? Such a perfect pussy, such a good girl," he pressed a soft but chaste kiss to your lips. His voice rough as he peered down to where his cock entered you, watching as he thrusted inside over and over and over — almost as if he were entranced. "My good girl."

Just by feeling how hard you clenched down on his cock, walls pulsating with just his words — his suspicions were correct. 

"Ah, you like that?" He cooed, voice promiscuous as he enunciated his words, pulling out and back inside you with force. "Like when I talk to you while I fuck you, hm?"

You can practically feel the cockiness in his smirk against your neck — his voice smooth like silk, you felt as if you were about to melt just from his words. The effect Toji's mere voice had on you was embarrassing — he had you clenching down on him like a vice as you struggled to form coherent words, much less sentences. 

You nodded at him in response, lip between your teeth as your hands came up to hold your breasts — eyes peering up to his figure as he slammed into your pulsating hole. The only thing that you could register was him — nothing else; the entirety of your focus was on him and his relentless thrusts inside you.

Toji could feel himself losing composure, drunk on how your walls tightened and pulsated around his shaft as he hit your spongy spot repeatedly. He takes your face in his hands, palms holding your cheeks as your legs rested on his shoulders for support. He needed to see you — see your face as he neared his orgasm. 

You could feel your lower stomach begin to strain — the string holding on by a single thread. Toji could feel it too; he knows that you're close. He can read you like an open book — the way your legs begin to tremble and your pretty cunt begins to flutter around his cock, revealing that you were just as close, if not closer, than he was.

"Oh god," you choke out, "Toji, I'm gonna — fuck — I'm gonna cum."

"Fucking hell," he grits through his teeth, pistoning his hips into you with even more force than before. "You g'na cum? Gonna cum on a cock that's old enough to be your daddy's?"

Tears spilled from the corners of your eyes as you nodded stupidly — he had fucked you stupid. You were his toy — his and his alone. 

"Yes, shit," you cried, fingernails digging into his forearms as you began to succumb to the pleasure of your impending release — you were on cloud nine, your resolve now completely gone if it wasn't already. "Gonna c — oh fuck — cum all over daddy's dick."

"Oh fuck yes, say it again," he growled — the bucking of his hips becoming more erratic and needy with each passing second, a telltale that he was going to tip over the edge at any moment. As much as he wanted to fill up your corrupted pussy with his seed right then and there, he wanted — no, he needed to feel you cum around his dick like you had on his finger. He needed to see how your face would twist and contort as you reached your high, how your walls would clamp down onto him, walls palpitating as your release would drip and coat his shaft as he reached for his own. He needed it all. 

"Oh daddy, 'm gonna," you mewl, writhing your head from side to side as your orgasm grew impossibly near. "Gonna cum all over daddy."

"C'mon baby, look at daddy, wanna see your pretty face while you cum on my dick," he urges, voice needy and straining as he attempts to hold off his orgasm only for yours to come first. "Yeah, yeah, that's it, fuck."

You crack your eyelids open, vision blurry as your orgasm ripped through you — hitting you like a tsunami, washing over you with great force. You jolted and seized in his arms, his pace beginning to falter as you rode out your earth-shattering high. Toji can feel it; he can feel the walls of your cunt throbbing around his length and sucking him back in and out — his cock continuing to bully its way inside your hole as your body went limp and vision filled with splurges of white. He watches as you fall apart beneath him before pressing his lips onto yours, no longer able to hold back his release. 

Your hands entangle themselves in his hair, moaning and whimpering into his mouth as you literally feel his girth's underside pulsate and balls tightening — painting you white with his warm and potent seed. Toji's hip stutter and twitch as he releases his load inside you — filling you up to the point where a mix of your secretions mixed with his form a ring at the base of his length. 

"Y'feel that, princess?" He groans, rough and hoarse against your lips as he empties himself into you — earning a nod from you in response. 

You couldn't go back; you knew that nothing else would satisfy you now, not even Megumi. You loved him, you truly did, but Toji had you drunk on him. Drunk on how his hands felt on your body — setting you ablaze as his fingers danced across your skin, knowing exactly where and how to touch you. Drunk on the way he made your heart swell and your stomach flutter, how he made your legs shake and tremble. Drunk on how he made your mind go fuzzy and vision blurry with tears and flashes of white as he fucked you through your orgasm — everything about him intoxicated you to the point of no return.

Toji slides a hand between your sweat-slicked bodies, gently circling your clit as his hips slowed to a halt, calming you down from your climax. He pulled out of you slowly, watching as his cum dribbled out of your abused hole before pushing it back inside you with his fingers. Your whole body trembled, your lips swollen and puffy as he gently tapped against your pussy, giving you a mischievous smirk.

"Don't waste it," he winks, flashing you a toothy smile as you rolled your eyes sarcastically in response. 

You were out of breath — at a loss for words. Toji Fushiguro, your boyfriend's father, had given you orgasms of a lifetime. You just had sex with your boyfriend's father, and probably the best sex you've ever had — there was no going back now. 

What were you going to tell Megumi?

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