#they have to fucking hold jack back from defending him

[grimbeak]

if donna had met jack b4 the world was ending and they had time to talk for more than three seconds it would've been like the martha reunion earlier that season except donna would've actually killed 10 that time

[xxchumanixx]

Nothing at all

Tim Bradford x reader

Warnings: 18+, mdni!, smut, secret relationship

Word Count: 751

Authors Note: Helloooo, I'm currently obsessing over Tim Bradford. I just recently started the rookie, and I love it already.

Anyways, have fun!

"He shouldn't have attacked you." Tim murmured, still looking forward as you waited for the captain to continue.

Rolling your eyes you looked at him through your peripheral vision. "I can defend myself." you gave back, straightening your back slightly.

A possible murderer had attacked you when you wanted to handcuff him. Your head still hurt a little from him smacking his against yours.

"I know." he returned. "Otherwise you wouldn’t have been able to defeat me in training yesterday."

The memory made you smile to yourself. Though you were still a rookie, you had managed to defeat him in yesterday's training.

"There's definitely something going on between them."

Though Lucy tried to whisper, you still heard her from your spot. They stood a few feet away, curiously watching.

Barely holding back from rolling your eyes again you rocked on your heel. How long would it take for them to make a decision?

"Takeout tonight?" Tim wanted to know quietly, his thumbs hooked in the waistband of his slacks.

Nodding you agreed. "Your treat?" Sighing he nodded as well. "Why not."

Grinning to yourself you contemplated what to eat, when the captain and Grey left the captains office. "Your dismissed." she said, nodding to you two.

Thanking her you separated, as you walked towards Lucy, Jack and John.

"It's not." you told Lucy, to what she looked at you questioningly. "There's nothing going on between officer Bradford and me."

He smiled devilishly, as he pushed you against your apartments door, his breath fanning over your face as his lips met yours.

"Yeah, tell that the looks he's giving you." Lucy returned, cocking one eyebrow. "You're like an old married couple."

Shaking your head you huffed.

"No, you know that it wouldn't be allowed." you spoke, well knowing what happened between her and John - only a fool wouldn't see.

Stumbling towards your bedroom his lips never left yours, only as he pulled your shirt over your head, discarding it on the floor, joining his.

"I don't think that Bradford would be her type." Jackson said like you weren't there, shaking his head. "He's married." you gave back, your brows knitted together.

"The divorce is almost done with." Lucy threw in, shrugging her shoulders. "No, guys, there is nothing going on." you insisted, eyes widening slightly. "Nothing at all."

You moaned loudly, as he fucked you into the mattress. The power he pounded into you with matched the one in training. He was relentless. His lips kissed down your throat, as you exposed it when your head tilted backwards from the pleasure he brought to you.

John only smiled slightly at your conversation, having his fair share with what you were talking about.

"But it just-" Lucy was searching for the right words, her hands gesturing wildly. "You guys just seem so close!"

Cocking a brow you looked at her, contemplating if you should shake her to make her forget that thought.

You had to be more careful, if you wanted to keep things hidden.

Moaning his name you came, hard. He followed closely behind you, face buried in your neck. Breathing heavily you felt the weight of his body above you, it's heat radiating off of it.

His familiar cologne mixed with sweat, his hair faintly smelling of shampoo. You came to love it over the past few months of your arrangement.

"Can we talk about something else?" you almost pleaded, done with them snooping in your private life.

Huffing, Lucy shook her head. "I will be on the lookout." she warned, smiling to herself. "I will find out whatever it is you two are hiding."

Smiling back at her you tilted your head. "What makes you think you will find something?" you asked her, silently hoping she wouldn't find anything.

"Nah, I still don't believe there is something going on." Jackson cut in, before Lucy could reply. You almost chuckled at his naivety.

Still breathing heavily you lay beside Tim, not ready to get back up yet. "What do you say-" he started, sitting more upright to look at you. "about a round two after dinner?"

Chuckling you rolled your eyes, his grin sending goosebumps up you bare arms. "Only if I get dessert afterwards." Shaking his head he huffed. "And here I thought I was the dessert."

"Rookies!" Grey shouted, making you flinch. "Are you getting payed for gossiping? Get back to work!"

You all nodded, mumbling a "yes, sir.", before scurrying in different directions.

If they only knew.

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

May I request Great Seven Yuu with no filter? Maybe the other students are just TESTING THEM that day and with a little prodding from their darling parents, they just say what’s on their mind for the day

Yuu + The Great Seven

Note: This is different from my other great 7 fics as I don't focus on what the 7 say as much here, this also aint the canon unit yuu for this. Anyways enjoy

Cws: Gn!Yuu, Rook is clowned on cause he's French, implications of Crewel/Crowley but in a divorcee way, some cringe ig, minor changes to canon, first years are ur homies, sebek has moments where he yells in all caps cause he's cringe, Lilia knows Maleficent, Trey isn't slandered as much as he should be, Starts off Crack, turns to angst, then fluff. 6k Words

****

Since arriving at NRC, you have been playing your role well, excellent even. You played the role of a magicless, weak, and gullible prefect that knew nothing of the world you were in. The mirror said that you “had too many souls to judge” and that you had no magic, which was technically true as the magic you had was borrowed from the seven sealed within you.

It was going to be perfect. You can finally lay low and research this world to give your dear seven parents and their familiars bodies again, then make your place in this new world… or so you thought. 

Right after the disaster that was the entrance ceremony, you ended up being roommates with the cat and crashed it. Fine, you could work with this. Then the very next day, the cat got into a fight with a pathetic bully which caused a statue to get burned, which then caused another person to get involved, which then caused a chandelier to break, and then you had to go off into a hidden mine to fight a monster late into the night, and you get the story.

It has been consistently difficult to pretend you had no magic, or to make the excuse that “someone else must have casted that spell”. When you eventually had to explain that you were a magician, there went the first half of your plan. Now Crowley and everyone seems to expect more from you, at least you were able to pretend it was weak, you guess. And as if it could get any worse, the seven seem to be encouraged to give these brats a taste of their own medicine and stop holding back. Oh how you would love to but putting up with everyone after, especially the number one pain in your ass, Ace, would be so fucking annoying.

The aforementioned pain in your ass poked you, interrupting the mental conversation you were having with the ensemble in your head, and you had to hold back the urge to use Hades’ flames to set him ablaze. You shut your eyes tightly and tense up before slowly turning to him. “What?” Your eyes narrow as Ace looks over at you with the most infuriating neutral expression that turns to a pout. 

“Were you even listening to me?” “Look, it’s nothing personal, it’s just how I am.” Ace’s lips pursed as he raised a brow. “Really?” Deuce nudged Ace. “Hey, be nice, you know they don't mean to space off like that, it's their condition.” Deuce was truly a blessing. “Seems to me like Yuu is just a space case,” Grim snickered and Sebek nodded his head. “I completely agree with Grim! Honestly, how could you and Silver be so complacent? Do you lack discipline?”

You mentally groaned with the seven at Sebeks scolding. “They don’t lack discipline,” Jack interrupted, “Yuu says they have a condition that delays their thoughts, they need extra time to process what you said.” “Thank you, Jack.” You smile, and feel Ortho glide right next to you and look up at you. “Having a condition like that must be hard… I can't imagine my processor lagging…” Ortho trails off and frowns, “Oh but I’ll try my best to look for a fix for you!” The child beams. Epel looks over at you.

“That is one hell of an issue huh? Some days you're just as quick as anyone else but then sometimes you take forever, it's a fickle thing.” Epel hums and Ace rolls his eyes at everyone defending you. “Tch, yeah what's that about? Sometimes I even hear you talking to yourself, weirdo.” Ace playfully nudges you and you narrow your eyes at him. 

Something within you snaps. Maybe it’s because of all the stress of hiding it. Maybe it's because you have to interact and pretend everything is fine to the students who have bullied, harassed, and tried to kill you resulting in god awful PTSD finally making you snap. Or maybe it's just because you want this damned asshole that has wormed his way into your heart to shut up.

“Because ‘thought processing disorder’ isn’t the best way to actually describe my condition, Ace, but it's sure as hell easier to explain than ‘I have several voices in my head judging me and telling me what to do all the time and no medication cannot stop it no matter what I do and all of your stupid comments and questions makes them erupt in a 10 minute yelling match making it impossible to hear my own thoughts!” 

You sneer at them all as they look over with a mix of surprise and pity, Ortho looks like a kicked puppy. You sigh, “I’m sorry, I just…” “Nah that's nothing to apologize for…” Ace sighs, and you know he wants to apologize but pride won't allow him. “Y’know what if you just say what the voices want to say?” Deuce suddenly asks out of the blue.

“O-of course, I don't know what they say so maybe it's not a good idea but…” “Actually, it may give Ace some patience for once.” Jack gives a small smirk. “We all know he needs to learn to think before he speaks.” “Hey!” Ace huffs. “Fine then, bring it! I can take whatever you throw at me.” And the ginger smirks as if he didn't just say some famous last words.

“You're serious?” You blink. “Do you even think you could handle it?” Sebek scoffs, “I can take anything a measly human dishes out, it is nothing compared to fae!” Epel shuts his eyes in annoyance. “Oh you three don’t even know what you’re getting into, yet you’re already signing up for trouble.” Ortho beams. “Actually, this might help me collect some data to help you, Yuu!” “You four don’t even know what you're getting yourselves into…” Epel corrects himself.

“Okay okay.” You sigh. “Tomorrow, I will allow whatever they say, happen… to an extent at least…” You mutter, making Hades and the Queen of Hearts in your head boo you. Last thing you need is an Arson charge….

****

You laid down on your bed later that day as the sun began to set. “Okay guys… there are only a few ground rules. No murder, and no major property damage, small fires are okay, okay?” Before any of the seven and their familiars could respond or complain, you heard Grim.

“Who’re you talking to? Oh wait, you speaking to the guys in your head?” Grim asked, jumping on the bed and cuddling up to you. “First the mouse in the mirror and now you have some voices in your head, what other secrets are you keeping from me, hmm?” 'A lot actually', you think as you stroke Grim’s fluffy head. “You’ll see tomorrow.” You smile and your excitement made it difficult to sleep that night.

****

You got up, did your daily routine that Mama Grimhilde has laid out for you, before exiting the house with Grim in your arms for breakfast. Of course you haven’t forgotten the deal you made today at all. ‘Pssst, hey small sib~’ Flotsam chuckles darkly in your head, ‘Can I bite someone today?’ You chuckle, “Only if they deserve it.” Grim peeked up at you. “Oh yeah, you’re talking out loud today.” Grim smirks, “I wonder how Explodey-Head’s gonna react to that!”

Slinking into the cafeteria, you get into line per usual, getting a tray of whatever was free that you liked, you had to pinch your pennies this week. Sitting down, you notice that your usual squad was there, including Ace and Deuce, who usually took their time to arrive, and Ortho who usually had to deal with his brother. “Good morning.” You say settling down. “Morning, Yuu!” Ortho beams, “I got here early so I can start the data collection! I'll try to record as much as possible!” 

‘Oh how precious.’ Ursula purrs in your head, and the seven’s consensus on Ortho, even if they didn’t appreciate anklebiters, is that he wasn’t half bad. “So, today you're going to embrace your issues, I SAY BRING IT ON!” Sebek yells, making everyone wince, and Epel shoots a tired glare. ‘Tell that boy to silence! I am trying to nap!’ Scar huffs.

You nervously sigh, “Well first off all, they said to shut up please, it's not even 7 in the morning.” Sebek looks offended for a moment, but a very familiar voice interrupts, sending shivers down your spine. “Oh Koebi-Chan~” A wry voice purrs, making Grim hop off of you to hide. Everyone in your head went ‘oh no this guy again.’

You honestly didn’t mind Floyd, hell, you dare to consider him a friend, but you really were not in the mood for his antics today. “Hey Floyd,” You sigh, “look dude, I’m not in the mood today, can you please leave me alone?” You ask, and your words just make Floyd beam. The seven seem annoyed, but then you feel their excitement; your first victim. 'Humiliate the boy…' Jafar whispers to you.

Floyd drapes himself over you as you eat, occasionally leaning over to try and steal a bite from whatever was on your fork. “Ehh? Little shrimpy’s feeling bold today!~ How fun! Whatcha gonna do about me?~” His arms wrap around you to squeeze around your rib cage, “Especially when I squeeze…” 

“Dude, leave them alone.” Deuce says before freezing at the glare he was shot. "…Please?” He adds. “Look Floyd,” Jack sighs, “we’re trying to get Yuu some help today with an illness, Ortho is trying to get data on them, you aren’t helping.” Jack interrupts, trying to keep your condition vague for your privacy. Seems like Jack forgot that Floyd ignores reason when he finds it funny.

“Ooo~, is the little shrimpy sick?” Floyd says backing off of you slightly and poking you in the ribs. “You know Azul may have a remedy for it, you should come on down.~” “He does not, and for the final time there is nothing he can offer me that would make me want to make a deal with him. Please go away.” You warn one last time and Floyd leans in, pushing his luck in hopes to see you squirm. Ortho glares and prepares to get up and send him away but you hold out your hand to tell him to stop.

“Whatcha gonna do lil shrimpy?~” Floyd smirks. ‘Is it time?’ Hades asks, ‘Please tell me its time.’ You smile and mentally reply, ‘it’s time.’ You keep your calm smile as you look at Floyd. “Probably something my father taught me.” “And what's that?” Floyd says, grabbing the back of your neck. 

“This.” Suddenly you erupted in the brightest blue flames the world has ever seen making half of the cafeteria turn to stare. Your friends at the table all jump back and Ortho flashes red as he scans you. As quickly as the flames came to be, they disappeared. Floyd pulled his hands away, waving it off to cool it down. He wasn’t burned, at least nothing major, but the sleeve of his uniform was singed and he stared at it in rapt fascination.

You expected him to get annoyed, or to maybe start a fight, or something, but Floyd was in a good mood, and he laughed. “I didn’t know little shrimpy could do that! I thought you could only summon an ember, eheheh!~ Seems little shrimpy has more secrets than we thoooought~” Floyd muses, and suddenly another familiar face comes in, one that looks exactly like Floyd.

“Floyd, I believe the prefect doesn’t want to play anymore. Come on now, we should go.” “Aww but I wanna keep playing!” “I know brother dearest, but it seems that the cruel and unwavering Prefect doesn't want to,” Jade faked a frown and sighed, “How awful, if only they could have an ounce of compassion for my poor, poor brother… However, ” Jade opened his eyes back up and smirked, staring directly at you with a twinkle in his eye. “I think it’s best to leave them alone for today, especially since whatever ailment they have seems to make them erupt in flames at any given moment…” 

The eel’s voice drips with faux concern and Floyd snickers, Azul is gonna have some wonderful intel to ponder over later. You decide to say exactly what all of your fathers thinking. “Go eat shit and die for all I care.” And Jade’s eyes widen ever so slightly before the gleam with amusement, having never seen this side of you. “Of course prefect! If this ah… ailment continues to cause you trouble, please do let us know. We at Octavinelle love to help the poor and unfortunate.”

You watched the two slink off before turning back to your meal as all of your first year friends gawked at you. “What the hell was that! You never said you could do that!” Ace sputtered. “Yeah! You nearly cooked me!” Grim whines, making the audience in your head relish in their surprise. Ursula and The Queen of Hearts seem particularly amused. 

“Magic like that requires a lot of skill.” Sebek ponders, “To cast a flame cloak and not burn yourself requires a lot of concentration, furthermore it requires a high amount of magic potential on par with fae. Didn’t you say you have none, Yuu? HAVE YOU BEEN LYING ABOUT WHAT YOU ARE? OR PERHAPS YOU WANTED TO HIDE IT TO SKIRT OUT ON EXAMS!” “Volume!” Deuce whines, and Grimhilde mentally thanks him.

“Oh… whoops…” “WHOOPS??” A few of the first years yell and Epel shoots you an ugly-baffled expression. “Whoops?? Whoops?? Is that all you have to say about that? You performed some of the most advanced defensive magic without a second thought and you just say whoops??” Epel’s accent threatens to slip out.

“Hey, Ortho, what's their magic reading, you look concerned.” Deuce asks as Ortho looks at the screens he’s projecting with a calculating expression. “I think there is an error in my system, I have scanned them 5 times and it says they have no traces of magic at all, but there is also no trace of any dampening magic used to hide or change that reading. Furthermore, the technique they used is no longer in use, records show it dates back more than the era of gods! That version of the spell they casted cannot be duplicated at all!” Ortho says in amazement before turning to you.

“Just… what are you?”

You blink as they all stare at you expectedly. “I'm a human.”

****

It was time for class, you said that you were gonna use the bathroom first, so the others should go without you for now, you’ll see them with Crewel. You didn’t think that anything eventful would come from it. You were wrong. This is NRC.

Coming out of the bathroom, a few Savanahclaw chuds cornered you. “Can I help you?” You asked exasperatedly to the NRC equivalents of Beavis and Butthead. “Tch, you know why we're here!” “…No, I don't.” You blink rubbing your eye, which just pissed off the duo even more.

“You made a fool out of our dorm during the spell drive competition!” “Oh god, is that what this about, dude that was nearly a year ago.” “Yeah and we came back to settle the score.” You just raised a brow and a small smile crept to your face.

‘Oh! Oh! Can I bite now? Please please please can I bite now! Come onnnn I’ve been such a good eel!’ Flotsam pleads and you hear the familiars speak. ‘Me want bite!!’ Ed whines. Raven caws, ‘Yeah me too!’ Iago agrees. ‘We wanna join too!’ The imps laugh. ‘I will… stay here…’ Diaval sighs.

You blink. “Sick em.” You say, making the two idiots make a face at you. Flotsam immediately lunges for the ass. “AIIIIEEE!” One yells and you hold back a snort as the others join, Iago and Raven both grabbing onto the members hair and pecking at them. Jetsam basically lassos around one, making him trip so the hyena trio can rough him up. The imps both transform into a blue and red cat respectively and continue to add to the looney tunes violence of it all.

The two run off and the familiars return to you, except for the eels that slither miserably in place on the smooth, frictionless floor. “Help us up.” Jetsam scoffs. “No I think I’ll stay like this a bit longer.” 'Angelfish…' Ursula warns. "... yes mom…"

…

..

.

On your way to class you run into Crowley who attempts to stop you and unload another issue for you to deal with. Instead you say what your familiars wanted to say. “You are gay.” You say, making the man just stare at you as you walk off. “And Crewel also has weirdly complicated feelings for you.” 

“FEELINGS YOU SAY?? WHICH ONES?? WHICH SORT OF FEELINGS YUU?? YUU!!!” You speed walk off regretting that decision, but you admit it will be funny to see those two get divorced. Crewel deserves better.

****

Animal Linguistics was always a bit of an annoying class, and this time, Trein has invited a few of the more advanced students to the class to help you freshmen. Ace let out a deep sigh when he saw Ruggie, knowing this guy will only do the bare minimum for his grade and charge any lesson extra.

“So when the cat goes ‘mrrrp?’ You're good, usually you should try to respond with a ‘mah Ah’” Ruggie explains to your group. “Do we always have to talk to cats and mice? I feel like we should also practice some other creatures too…” You sigh. 

Trein overhears you and responds. “Your birds don’t count, Yuu. They are able to speak.” You sigh. “Okay…” You sigh and Ruggie gives you that stupid shit-eating grin. “Aw, you not satisfied with my lesson?” “No.” You glare, which surprises Ruggie, unused to your assertiveness. “I can speak to animals already and I’ve been teaching these boneheads, we're fine here.” 

“Yeah but you say things that don't make sense…” Grim complains. “It doesn’t make sense because you guys are not used to the accents animals have. You know what, hold on, I‘ll get some real good ones to practice on.” “Huh what are you—?” Ruggie gawks when he sees three whole hyenas appear out of nowhere along with two eels around your waist. 

“They are not allowed to speak in their human voices. Knock 'em out, guys.” “Yuu! Where did you even…” Trein sighs. “Fine, fine, they can stay as long as they are well behaved…” The hyenas cackle and the eels snicker. Deuce nervously looks into the crossed eyes of Ed who winks in response.

Ace seals his lips to hold back a laugh until Banzai leans where he stares nervously. “Seduce me bro.” “AYO???”

****

Soon history class came, and once again a special guest was brought in, Lilia. The lesson went fine. Your sass wasn't needed. You kept quiet as you took a few notes here and there, and the end bell soon rang out. You stared at a particular note you took. 

‘The Thorn Fairy’s wings were leathery and bat-like, much like a dragon.’ 

You looked down at the note, and Maleficent herself seems to hum. ‘Seems like he is still following orders years later.’ She says and doesn’t elaborate. As students begin to pack up and leave, you wave down Lilia, who puts a hand on his hip and waits for you.

“Oho? What is it, prefect?” Lilia beams as you look at the note you took in your open notebook. “I have a question about what you said about the Thorn Fairy.” Lilia nods, “Well yes, what is it? It always warms my heart to see youngsters value history.”

You look at the note again. “You said that her wings were leathery and bat-like.” Lilia nods his head. “But aren't they feathered?” Lilia’s smile drops. “In fact she lost her wings too but got them back at some point, right? Did they become leathery during those years they were gone? Is that what you mean?”

Lilia looks at you, a bit of shock in his eyes, before he quietly speaks to you. “How do you know that?” “Know what?” “The Thorn Fairy only disclosed that information to two people, her raven, Diaval, and me…” You freeze for a moment and then Diaval appears on your shoulder to caw at him. 

Lilia stares at you, then at the raven, then back to you. “Diaval, is that you…? Why are you with… wait does that mean—" Lilia was cut off. “Yo, Yuu!” Deuce calls out from the doorway. “You coming?” You clear your throat and nod. “Yeah, I’m coming!” You look over at Lilia, “Thank you for your time.” He could only stare as you walked off and Diaval cawed an apology 

***

Towards the end of the day, you and your first year friends were all going to hang out at Heartslabyul to study together, which you know was code for ‘get distracted halfway and hang out’. You walked down the main path to the mirror chamber when you felt a familiar presence nearby. You were being watched.

“Come out Rook, I know you're there.” You look over at one of the apple trees, and narrow your eyes when you see Rook pop out from behind it all theatric. “Très bien, Trickster! You found me, that is a feat not many can achieve!” The weirdo beams. You nodded. “Yeah, you don't need to stalk me by the way. I am happy to get to know you through talking…”

“Non non, Trickster, you say that however I believe you don’t truly speak your mind!” The French man smiles. “I notice that you are not true to yourself! Always holding back your strength and what you mean to say, when I caught wind you were going to be yourself for a day, I could not help but try to study you!” Okay wow, he has you read.

“You can learn so much more about a person through their actions, but alas, you are so good at concealing those too, mon dieu, you are quite the mystery that I hope to uncover, and the most challenging one to date!” Rook says in awe. “I enjoy a good hunt, and this one has been most enthralling!” “I’ve always been able to sense when you're there, its why I tend to slink off not long after.”

“Merde! Is that so?” Rook smirks, and you sweat, you fucked up. “Aha, I knew you knew of me! Oh how fun! I have never had such good prey before!” You narrow your eyes slightly as he continues. “Would you dare to tell me how you are able to detect me so easily? Ah– but of course, if you don't that makes things much more magnifique!” 

“Um… I honestly actually don't know how I do, I just do?” Rook seems pleased, “How effortless! Tres bien! Beauté! I must hone my skills as a hunter more! Until next time, Yuu!” Rook begins to walk off before pausing and his smile drops for a moment.

“And even if it is not me, I do hope you can truly open up to somebody someday. Anyone would be lucky to have that level of trust with a Trickster such as yourself! Holding everything in does you no good! Au revior, little trickster, or perhaps I should call you le Chevalier Mystère?” Rook has that small sparkle in his eye.

“Switch it up now and then, keep it interesting.” You nod at Rook “À bientôt!” He says, and he seems to be muttering some weird French poem about strangers and beauty as you leave.

****

You were stopped yet again on your way to Heartslabyul as you passed the mystery shop. The door was open and you see Trey ponder how he’s going to carry the groceries he brought back to the dorm. “Hey Trey,” you walks in and wave, “you look conflicted, something up?”

“Ah prefect, I am actually,” Trey wears that smiley-wincing expression that Trey has when he’s in deep shit. “I'm sorry to bother you, but could you help me carry some of these bags back to my dorm? It may take a few trips but I promise a treat in return.” “You don’t need to Trey, I’ll help you even without one, you’ve been kind to me.”

Trey’s brows raise slightly and he adjusts his glasses, looking away awkwardly. “Ah, well, thank you, Prefect.” Trey rolls up his sleeves, revealing his forearms as he prepares to grab a bag. "Those bags of flour and sugar are quite heavy, so be careful— wuh?” Trey stared dumbstruck as you lifted 500 pounds worth of dry ingredient bags in one arm. “I- how are you— Is that not heavy?” 

“It is, but I’m used to it.” “At least let me help—“ “No, no  fine, lets go.” “O… kay…” Trey adjusts his glasses and you both walk off to Heartslabyul, making a lot of people turn their heads as you pass by. 

Entering the dorm, you notice Deuce and Grim gawk at you. “Give me a minute, I’m helping Trey!” You shout as you walk everything to the kitchen and set it down on the counter. “There.” Trey stares at the pile you put down, mentally going through all the times before you acted so weak. “Ahem, thank you prefect, Ace told me you would be over in the rose garden to ‘study’ right?” “They never study.” Trey gives that 'Trey sad smile' from earlier. “You got that right.”

****

Exiting the kitchen, you look into one of the mirrors hanging on the walls of the dorm, adjusting your appearance when yet another annoying voice interrupts you. “O-M-G! It's Yuu-Chan!” Cater shouts with his typical manufactured smile. “Heyyyy!” He waves and you feel your brain melting in your skull. “Hey Cater, what's up?”

“I have a questionnn!~” He smiles, pulling up something on his phone. “Are these you?” You sweat and look over to the images he pulled up. There was one of you in flames in the cafeteria, and another of you in the hallway wheezing at the pack of familiars all jumping the two chuds. “Yeah… yeah you caught me…”

“They’re trending locally right now and you know I just have to get in on that! Mind if we take a pic?” “Go ahead.” You sigh and Cater immediately snaps a selfie of him and your exhausted self. “Me and the bestie! #NRCProblemChild #NRCConspiracy #IsekaiProtag #ExtraTerrestrialPrefectConspiracy! Aaannnd post! Thank you, Yuu-Chan, I’m curious though what was that about?”

“Those two assholes were trying to beat me up and don’t worry about the other one.” “Don't worry?” Cater scoffs as you adjust yourself in the mirror again. “Helllooo the magicless prefect, turned slightly magical, turned to god-like mage suddenly does that within a year! That's gotta be something!” Cater beams and then looks over at you and sweats.

You were glaring at him, but the mirror in front of you had several eyes also glaring at him. “… Who’s that?” “Who’s what?” “That!” Cater points to the mirror and when you turn to look it disappears. “That's me, Cater, I know I look a bit different since first arriving, but I don't think I look half bad.” You gave an insincere smile.

“My friends are waiting for me Cate, seeya..."

****

You left the hangout early, not liking all the questions probing into your mind or your past at all, in fact you left pretty upset with some insinuations and accusations of your insincerity. “Are we even friends, Yuu?” Deuce frowned. “Have you been lying to us?” Jack glares. You sigh, and walk randomly, no destination in mind. 

“Why aren't you opening up to us?” Ace huffs. “I mean you trust us right?” Ace’s frown turned to offense when he saw you look away. “Dude come on! When have we given you a reason to not trust us?” You snap at him. “Our very first meeting was you insulting me and since then you have been roping me into trouble!” 

Ace looked guilty there. “Yuu…” Epel frowned and Ortho shot a glare at Ace. “Human, Ace may have had a rough meeting but what about us?” “What about you? What about you?” You dragged your hands across your face. 

“There's a lot about you guys actually! From Mr. Don’t-Be-Friendly-Cause-We’ll-Never-be-Friends over here to Mr.Internalized-Racism-Against-My-Kind here! And let’s not forget I-Cause-Half-Of-Your-Problems-And-Sometimes-Leave-You-WIthout-Food-For-A-Few-Days Grim! Yeah I have no clue! It's almost like I tried opening up to you all before but I was brushed off. It's almost like I have been telling you that I have been having these prophetic dreams since arriving and have been telling you about a man living in my mirror and calling out to me constantly! And everytime— every fucking time its nothing or no big deal!”

You wipe away tears. “I have been trying to talk, but nobody's listening. It’s like I’m made to understand and not be understood! I have been having to put everyone else before myself and solve everyone’s else’s problems without a thank you or someone to lean on since day one! I mean, all these blots have given me fucking scars. Physical fucking scars! All while I was being berated for being a weak little human too! And what? I still am expected to bend over backwards for the people that tried to kill me? Everything’s swept under the rug for everyone else but me, huh? No one ever checks on me, hell, I am not even acknowledged half the time when I’m in the same room as someone, so yeah I also wonder why I don't talk.”

You push yourself up and grab your things. “Wait!” “No, no! Leave me alone, for once will you leave me alone willingly!” “Yuu come on! We’ll listen.” You pause. “Yuu isn’t even my name.” You glare. “It isn't…?” Grim asks. “I have been called ‘You’ this entire time here because no one bothered asking my name and everyone assumed it was ‘Yuu’. I don't even get to introduce myself anyways when I do get asked. I am not my own person, and you never made me feel like my own person.”

You walked off. Looking back now you regret it. You’re embarrassed, you sounded so stupid. You wipe away a few tears and feel a presence appear, Cerberus. The three heads nudge and cuddle you as you sob and you can feel the sevens hands all trying to soothe you. ‘There, there’ one says. Let it out.’ Another responds. ‘Poor thing.’ 

“Come on, boy, it's been a while since you’ve been on a walk…” You mutter, and think back to what Rook said to you earlier. Opening up to someone was a Herculean task on its own, but someone understanding you was impossible. Even telling people the truth can get you or them in trouble…

You lead the way down to the Ignihyde dorm. No one in that dorm leaves their room anyways, it's safe for your good boy to walk around there. 

***

There was in fact a certain dorm leader there, who was just as shocked to see you and a giant dog. Idia punched in the number to a snack at the vending machine, turned around and gawked at the giant dog behind him. He then looked over at you.

“Yuu? Is that-? I mean is he—? Ortho said you—… Is that the real…?” Idia sputtered, not sure what  to ask first. “Shut it weeb, no ones gonna believe you.” Idia gawked even more. Since when were you so sassy? No seriously, you were also so overly kind to everyone it unsettled him.

“…Sorry…” you mumble. “You can pet him… he’s… soft…” Idia blinks and offers out a hand. One of the heads sniffs it before nuzzling into him. “Holy shit…” Idia whispers as he immediately starts fawning over the dog.

“Who’s some good boys, who’s some boys? Oh that's a great pupper! Oh yes you all are!” It’s strange to see Idia all smiley to himself, but it’s pleasant. “How did you—“ “I can't answer that.” You respond. “So dont ask…”

Idia goes quiet leaning back from the heads that licked him, his flaming locks dancing behind him. “Ortho said you haven’t been feeling well…” “I haven’t been, not for a while, I guess it finally all came out to the point where it’s noticeable…” “Ah, I feel that…” Idia trails off awkwardly.

“I know we're not friends, but I appreciate you.” Idia mumbles. “You make Ortho very happy, and I love seeing my little brother happy… He says you're like another sibling and insists we would get along. He really wants me to get to know you… and uh.. We don't have to, but… yeah… Thank you, I guess…’ Idia looks like he’s about to die, but he speaks again.

“Ortho says you make him feel human, and that you’ve been helping him learn more about how to find out who he is more than anyone else, more than me, even, probably cause you got out more… He told me you were upset, and he’s worried about you. So uh… please reach out to him?”

“Thank you, Idia…” You sigh. “Yeah I will, I will reach out to him, its not his fault, I just… I just need time to think… I don't even know who I am, or what comforts me…” “Um, I don't know what you like… but uh… actually, give me your number. I know a pretty cool site with a lot of free shows, I think there’s a few you’ll like.” He offers an attempt at a smile. “And also maybe you try a few video games? If you haven’t tried them already… who knows maybe we can play together…” You smile and open up your contacts. “Yeah, I would like that actually…” 

A new contact was added: ‘Gremlin.’

****

Walking off to your dorm, you dare not go in. You don't know if your friends are all waiting for you inside, or if Grims there. You sorta don't want to deal with that right now still. The corners of your eyes catch a familiar sight. Fireflies dance through the night, coming out of the grass and surrounding you.

“Hey, Tsunotaro… Heh, maybe I ought to call you ‘Firefly’ or king of the fireflies, maybe.” You wipe your eyes as you turn around and there he is, your Tsunotaro. You both don't know each other's names, but you don't need to. Tsunotaro and Child of Man work just fine.

“Greetings, Child of Man, it’s always good to see you but…” The fae frowns, “are you alright, Child of Man? You seem troubled…” “I… Yeah I am… I just… don’t know what to do…”

Your friend carefully reaches out to you before retracting his hand. “Do you want to talk about it?” “I think I need a distraction…” “I can do that,” Tsunotaro offers his hand. “Come with me.

You have never seen so many pretty colors before as Malleus casts a few spells, making the forest into the most beautiful light show you’ve ever seen. Mushrooms glow from where they sprout, leaves swirl with beautiful patterns, and the fireflies dance through the sky against the stars. You swear you can hear music from them.

“This is… This is beautiful…” “I am glad you enjoy it,” Malleus watches as you watch each step you take, the leaves below you glowing with each step. “Are you feeling better now?” “Yeah, I am… You know…” you pause nervously.

“Yes? What is it?” “It feels like… you're my only true friend…” The lightshow around you flickers for a moment. “Is that so…” Malleus stares wide eyed. “Yeah… Just… I can be kind to everyone… but I can't be friends with anyone. They all don't really get to know the real me, you know?” Malleus stares off.

“I do know that feeling well… You are my only friend…” You pause and look at him. The lights behind you turn to a more pinkish hue. “That's hard to believe, you are a wonderful person.” “Likewise, Child of Man. I would think someone as kind as you would have much more.”

You sniff, “I’ve been helping so many people, but it feels like…” You sigh. “I have seen the hard work you have put into everything. Not a lot of people can say they have gone through what you have gone through and won. You are much stronger than you give yourself credit for.”

Malleus takes your hand. “I am sorry that others do not acknowledge that. I hope those around you soon start to realize what a blessing you are.” You squeeze his hand. “Come on, why don’t we both enjoy this light show?” 

…

..

.

At the very last waltz, your legs feel like jelly, and you cannot tell if it's because of how happy you are or because you've been standing too long. You pull away gently. “Thank you Tsunotaro, for everything.” Malleus nods. “It was nothing. Thank you for being my friend.” He stares off to the sky for a moment. “Farewell, Child of Man, may the night be full of promise for you.” 

The fae starts to fade away and you reach out, using a spell of your own. “Wait…” You hold onto Malleus’ arm making him appear again. The fae looks at you with shock. “You overrode my magic…” Malleus whispers, and his shocked face turns to one of awe and his eyes hint towards excitement. “No one has ever been able to do that… Just what else are you hiding, Child of Man?” 

“I want to give you my name.” “Your name?” Malleus looks shocked once again. “My real name.” “Don't you know of the stories about giving your name to Fae?” “I know them, but I trust you. I know you would never hurt me.” Your expression and voice is so sure it nearly overwhelms the fae.

“You trust me that much? I could smite you with lightning in an instant.” “Then smite me.” Malleus paused and nothing happened. “See? I know you wouldn’t hurt me. You’ve had opportunities this entire time and you haven’t.” “You really want to tell me Child of Man? When I have not even given you my name?” Malleus' voice nearly shakes.

“You don't need to. But if you do, no matter what name comes out, I won't be afraid.” You take his hand, and for the first time since arriving, you introduce yourself, and you tell him your name, your real name.

“I see, what a wonderful name… I supposed I shall finally tell you mine as well.” The fae smiles, “Draconia. Malleus Draconia…” “Malleus? That's not too bad for yourself…” Malleus lets out a laugh at that. “I suppose not.” He smiles then looks off again. “Well then, friend… Thank you for everything tonight. I have not been this happy in a long time…” 

“Good night, Malleus. I hope to see you again soon.”

“Good night, Child of Man…” 

He fades out and you hear Maleficent speak to you. ‘He likes you.’ She says, and you hear a few voices teasing you. You chuckle and find the strength in you to go back into your dorm and confront tomorrow. Rook’s words from earlier echoes through your mind. You have found people you can truly open up to.

[aliaology]

WANT ME DEAD

summary: loving and being loved by jack hughes was supposed to feel like a breath of fresh air— but the air was quickly stripped from your lungs when you realized it was never real

pairings: jack hughes x fem!reader

warnings: heavy angst, one sided love, bets, death

uhm heavily UNEDITED LOLL she kinda sucks but

you knew jack was the one for you the moment he came up to you after one of his games just to apologize for someone in the crowd accidentally pouring their beer on you— someone who he had no idea existed.

you knew jack was the one for you when he would make an effort to call you every night, always waiting for you to answer before saying, “hey, pretty girl.”

you knew jack was the one for you when he came to your house the night after your brother got into a car crash. he held you tightly— whispered sweet nothings into your ear as his hold never loosened.

you knew jack was the one for you the moment ‘i love you’ slipped through his lips; like little secrets only he wanted you to know.

but, your entire relationship wasn’t private— no it was entirely public. not public in you posting each other, but public in him telling every little detail to his best friends: trevor and cole.

you realized jack was a shitty man the day you overheard him on the phone. his voice; the one you grew to love, was speaking to trevor.

you realized jack was a cruel man the day you heard him admit out loud to his mother how this was all fake. you realized his mother was an admiring woman the moment she started to yell at him. you realized jack would never be a good person the moment he lied to you.

“was any of it real to you?” you whispered as you looked at his back. you watched him tense up before turning to you.

“what—what do you mean?” he was acting oblivious— sinking into it.

“how much of our relationship was fake to you, jack?” you spoke, your eyes held pain in them as you teared up.

“where is this coming from, baby?” he asked.

you let out a scoff mixed with a choked sob. “why are you still performing in front of me? im not stupid jack, ive heard you! you called me stupid for believing this. you just told your mom it was just because you wanted money.”

“baby..” jack spoke lowly. his eyes held guilt, anger.

“were you sent by someone? someone who wanted me dead? because you are fucking killing me, jack. ive been back and forth with myself, trying to convince my head that you were lying; or even just joking. ive tried for defending you against my head for so fucking long, jack.”

you watched as ellen stood there; clearly torn apart by the entire thing. of course she loves her son, but he was ruining you.

“you knew i loved you— you knew that and you still did this? you couldn’t have a fucking heart and just reject me?” you were desperate— desperate for his love, even after this.

“i didnt want to hurt you..” he trailed off.

you let out another scoff. “good fucking riddance”

you had tears running down your cheeks. you turned around, trying to not let him see you cry. you felt his hand touch your shoulder— which you quickly shrugged it away.

“dont you dare— you have no right.. no right to touch me right now.” you were a mess— a full on mess. “you— i let you see all of me, all of it.” you brokenly whispered.

“i let you in— you came to my brothers funeral for fucks sake, jack! i cried on your shoulder— you told me, you said so many things.” you cried out.

jack watched you break down, his brows furrowed as guilt washed over him.

“i took you to my moms grave.” you whimpered out, your lip quivering as you shakily spoke.

ellen came over, her arm wrapping around your shoulders. “come on sweetie, lets get you outside.” she whispered.

you sobbed into your hands as she began to lead you outside. “mom—“ jack tried to speak but was immediately cut off by the look she gave him.

that night, you declared ellen hughes as your savior. that night, you declared jack hughes as the shittiest man to exist. the smallest man who ever lived.

i need to make a new taglist bc i forgot everyone and it was so messy last time 😭😭 lmk if u want tags from now on babes!!

[bliss-is-in-blood]

Hannibal in Florence was miserable and deep in grief.

And I think one of the best way we are shown that is with the two fight scene with Crawford. like seriously, in Mizumono even if Hannibal has difficulty because Jack is a fucking beast he still hold his ground. In Contorno Jack just beat the shit out of Hannibal and Hannibal is so out of it, just let it happens.

In Mizumono Hannibal is very proactive, he defends himself but most importantly he attacks. In Contorno he mostly just 'tries' to flee.

(Note that the gif are not in order of how the fight goes, it's just to outline what I'm saying.)

Hannibal jump above his counter, it's a big jump that ask a lot of effort and energy and he goes to attack Jack

He has something to defend, something to keep and an ennemie to defeat. But in Contorno he wasn't confrontationnal. Before the fight start he was planning on leaving as fast as possible so to not fight and Jack had just been quick enough to reach him, he has to stop when he smell him, knowing he won't escape the fight. First thing Jack does is to send Hannibal crash on a showcase (left).

In Mizumono (right) he also pushes him until he crashes against glass cupboard.

What does Hannibal does next in Mizumono ? get back up to fight quickly, Jack handle him quite rougly. But in Contorno Hannibal struggle to get up, he is slow, Jack has all the time to give him a strong kick and send him back on the ground.

In Mizumono Hannibal recovers as soon as possible and pursue the fight giving Jack a Hard time while in Contorno he crawl on the floor as if he can't recover from the blunt hit when we know he already went through something similar and managed just fine.

Jack has free reign to beat the shit out of him. In Contorno it keep on the same patern, Hannibal tries to flee and Jack have the pleasure to drag him back to his feet to beat him up. Sure Hannibal does manage to flee but he didn't gave Jack any struggle. He has no fight, no energy, no rage, no bite. He just endure the beating.

In Mizumono he gave Jack his all. All because he was waiting for Will so they could leave together. In Contorno he's been grieving so much and is so miserable he doesn't even fight. He lost Will and fleed to one of his favorite place in the world to heal and get back on feet. The grief make it impossible. He flee out of habit or reflex for survival, instead of actual will. He didn't want to fight Jack this time because he knew he wouldn't be able to give his all, all his heart and mind and energy all because it's been sucked off by grief. We know Hannibal is capable to hold his ground in a fight, he might not be the best fighter especially against a trained FBI agent but let's not forgot he won against Jack and nearly killed him. In Contorno, in all of his time in Florence really, he's just a shadow of himself.

Getting back Will bring him the fight he need in the Mason manor but when Will reject him he knows he can't go on like he did in Florence because without Will liberty is almost tasteless. He can't handle being on his own again, he can't handle Will rejection so he give himself up, it's just too much. And sure he was thriving in Florence but he was also taking big BIG risk, it's a man who managed to keep under the radar for his whole life, yet he was found quite easily. Grief takes many form especially for a man like Hannibal.

In Florence he was just miserable and barely managed when you compare his life pre-Will and post-Will (That's another parallele for those two, Hannibal was as changed by Will than Will was by Hannibal)

[formulatrash]

from following you on twitter im absolutely certain you have (far more informed than mine) thoughts on whatever the fuck williams is doing. very interested in hearing them, if you’d care to share?

so like, from the off: I have always been a Logan Sargeant defender. people who didn't follow his junior career just saw an American, assumed he was a pay driver and didn't check any further. the guy had a better karting career than Oscar, was competitive with him the whole time they were in the same series - they were the George and Alex of their day.

sometimes those drivers fall off. Jack Aitken was, in fact, George's main rival up to F2 and then got mechachromed (or technically hewlanded) out of the running for more than a guest spot. but Logan didn't - he just ran out of money. that year in a Charouz (a backmarking F3 team struggling to score points) was when he really proved himself, especially on being solid at development and leading a team.

that was what convinced Carlin (at the time, not putting in the best showing in F2) he was worth it. and his time at Carlin was what convinced Williams. not money. Logan never had sponsors pulling the strings for him. he knew he might well not get to F1 so had already started experimenting with prototype racing, which he was good in. man was being pragmatic about how to have a career in Europe if things didn't all shake out right.

but they did (sort of) and he got the Williams seat. he was probably one of the least-prepared drivers for quite a long time, with close to zero F1 testing prior to, err, F1 preseason testing. the Williams driver academy, at the time he was in it, amounted to pretty much a gym membership. a pass for the factory canteen and some branded sweaters to wear rather than some structured programme and he'd only had one year in F2.

we know the Williams is not like, the best car. the team has had Some Issues and despite the investment from Dorilton, is still rebuilding pretty heavily. I mean remember it was (in 2023) five seasons previous that they turned up to testing like whoops, no car. our bad.

then in 2022 they had Jost Capito and FX Demaison living in a weird student flatshare while they tried to work out what the hell was going on in the team, only to both leave prior to 2023. at which point James Vowles turns up and goes my god you're running this whole team via a spreadsheet. truly, we (a team whose history includes the owner's wife, who was actually the owner, locking up the factory and telling the bailiffs to fuck off every other week for years) were so fucking back.

(if you want to read a really, really, really good book about F1 then Williams: A different kind of life is exceptional)

so yeah it's a bit of a Charouz of a seat but then Logan's flourished in that circumstance before. except you're going up against a guy whose only second-fiddle circumstance was against Max fucking Verstappen. you're an underprepared rookie and you're against someone who did at times hold his own against Max Verstappen, even as an underprepared rookie himself and he's been in the team for a year already, leading all the direction and development. fucking yikes. that's not a low-pressure seat where you're both just hoping things might work out.

saying all that because: I think Logan was given an incredibly tough gig. that doesn't mean he shouldn't or couldn't have risen to it. but that Williams seat wasn't an easy ride in his first year, where he showed he could improve when he gained momentum and confidence, something that's massively important. when things turn against you and keep turning against you, it's incredibly hard to reverse that in motorsport - just look at Daniel Ricciardo at McLaren.

and yes I know there's a lot of mad conspiracy theories that for some reason the team would want to lose points in the constructors' for the express reason of humiliating a driver they were paying an obscene amount but please let's be realistic: McL really badly wanted that one to work out. and Williams seemed to, too, in Logan's first year. they weren't babying him and he had clear targets and goals but there was a desire to see that work out for both of them.

this year that, uh. hasn't seemed to be there. I know, I absolutely know, why James Vowles felt taking Logan's car and giving it to Alex in Australia was the right thing to do. Alex had scored a point there the previous year, although it's historically not been a great track for him. that point could be the difference between 9th and 10th in the constructors - millions of dollars.

but if you want to absolutely implode your driver's brain and publicly announce you have no confidence in him then that's certainly a good way to go about it. and the thing is Australia is one race whereas Logan was supposed to be in that car for the rest of the season.

it's hard to underestimate just how much F1 teams are swayed by the media. Nyck de Vries is an incredible recent example: yes, he scored points in that Williams weekend but in the same year he was driving like absolute shit in Formula E. probably because he was so focussed on F1 but any FE journalist could have told you the guy was not, in fact, the second coming of Senna - extremely likeable, weird, idiosyncratic and actually fun to watch but far from performing at his own best let alone anyone else's.

so when he was hyped to high heaven as about to wipe the floor with Yuki there was widespread eyebrow-raising from a paddock no one in F1 cares to look at. but teams bought into it, fought over him. in a matter of races the media turned on him, shredded him and Red Bull shrugged, said they never liked him in the first place and binned him off after, realistically, exactly the performances you could have expected him to put in.

the media has never been very kind to Logan. he is a little shy, he is quite softly spoken, he doesn't go for bragadaccio and he's not particularly goofy. he doesn't insist on pointing out he's there on merit. he's quite careful with what he says, guarded. he does not like things to get weird and with the motorsport media, things so often do.

trepidation about his F2 record from people who barely tune into the races being broadcast in the media centre they're in raised questions before he was in F1. Williams' re-signing of him was deemed a bit controversial, perhaps proof the team was soft. yeeting him from his car was proof they were hard enough, in fact, that rending confidence from your driver like flesh torn off a bone is somehow a useful function of the sport, from people who a mildly critical comment would send into a 5-day spiral.

(I would know)

Logan has not performed poorly this year. he hasn't performed as well as Alex but Alex has been throwing together Lando-grade drives, as you'd probably expect given the pair of them have (close to) equal experience in F1 or at least the same number of years chewing through the gristle of it.

(why am I using so many visceral meat metaphors? perhaps 3am is not the time to write anything)

all things considered, the fact that Logan did not dissolve into a puddle of goo after Australia is commendable. he has also outqualified a fucking Red Bull multiple times. he has crashed a bit, yes, because that's what driving on the edge with an air of desperation starts to look like - when Charles did it (really a lot more) in 2020 no one thought it was because he had run out of talent.

Logan has not been driving the same car as Alex. Alex himself has confirmed this. that's, uhm, fucking dire if you're trying to fix things in the simulator because that will be correlated to the upgraded car, which is what the team is interested in. even if they load yours back in, the correlation will be steadily migrating away and they won't be too interested in what it's telling them because it's the old car.

to say that Williams lost interest in Logan early this season would be an understatement. they spent a huge amount of effort and got back a bunch of world champions to film an hour-long feature with Logan's sponsor and him. it got mentioned, like, twice? because it came out the same week Alex got re-signed.

I'm not saying re-signing Alex Albon isn't exciting. hell, I'd be very excited. but that was probably the moment I knew this was going to get horrendously messy.

James Vowles is a charming man who has lots of likeable qualities. he is first and foremost an engineer and looks for engineering solutions, something he was very able to translate to strategy. he is, however, not used to being a figurehead for an organisation.

do I think the public way JV conducted the search for Logan's replacement was fair on the team, any of the drivers involved or, especially, Logan? absolutely fucking not. made all of them look like they were taking turns in a fake taxi that instead turning into a sexy thing was a clown car with JV dressed as the Joker.

I don't honestly know how Logan kept turning up and driving through that. it's one thing to believe you can do something, anything, to prove yourself and another to know you just: can't. there's nothing left you can do. there are no other seats on the grid. time to start talking to teams in other series except if you do that someone will hear about it and then you'll be even more undermined.

I think that, when he looks back, James will realise he fucked this very badly. he obviously wants to do what's best for the team and is overruling quite a lot of sensible interpersonal stuff to do that and particularly how he should act with the media which, again, not something he's had such exposure to despite his long F1 career.

Logan Sargeant has, like his car last weekend, burned in a pyrrhic symbol of what Williams want to exorcise from their team. they want to stop losing.

but like James was saying at the start of the season, before the rush of chasing new drivers caught him up, the main problem is they need to fix the car. Franco Colapinto will not do that. he is a perfectly good stopgap replacement for someone who, yes, has probably now reached a mindset where it is perhaps kinder to not expect him to drive an F1 car.

but it will probably be more telling when Carlos Sainz Jnr is also just a driver, unless the team pulls miracles over the winter.

[ifimdreaming]

Surprising the devil

Luke Hughes x Reader || mostly fluff 

summary: you surprise Luke in nj after his first ever nhl game and he can’t keep his hands off you.

author’s note: i didnt even look over this once after finishing it so hopefully it makes sense. let me know what u think i appreciate it. ok love you bye.

word count: 1.2k

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You and Jack had decided to surprise Luke by flying you out to Jersey to meet him at Jack’s apartment after his first ever game with the devils. 

It had been a few weeks since you had last seen Luke, him being super busy with hockey and you with exams. 

You were currently finishing up your second semester and Luke knew how busy you had been recently, studying and preparing for your exams. 

Unknowingly to Luke though, you had a two week break in between finals - the perfect time to spend with your boyfriend who recently moved an hour plane ride away. 

After arriving at Jack’s place around 10pm, you punch in the code to the door, praying you remember it from the last time you stayed in Jersey. 

You unlock it after a couple of attempts and run to drop your bags in Luke’s room, quickly flopping yourself in the bed as soon as you kick off your shoes. 

You knew you had a couple of hours before Luke and Jack return from the game, so you get up to shower and change from your gross travel clothes. 

After your shower you go to check your phone and you see a text from Jack.

 Jack Jack: we’ll b back around 11, lukey is clueless about the surprise so he’s taking his goddamn time in the shower.

You reply to his message, giggling to yourself and start tidying up your things before they arrive.

A while later you hear the sound of Jack unlocking the front door and you quickly make your way into Luke’s room so he is surprised when he opens his bedroom door. 

“why the fuck are you looking at me like that?” you hear Luke in the hallway talking to Jack. “like what?” Jack retorts, laughing, and Luke opens his bedroom door slowly and cautiously. 

“surprise baby!” you say as Luke stares at you in awe before dropping his things and running towards you to give you a big hug. He lifts you up in his arms and spins you around before placing you on your feet and connecting his lips on yours.

 Luke steps back from your body and just stares at you in disbelief. “what the hell?!” he questions as excitement fills his face. You just laugh at his reaction and go in for another hug, allowing him to take in what is really happening. 

“you asshole!” Luke turns his head around to face his brother, who is just standing in the doorway of Luke’s bedroom, happily watching our little reunion. 

 “you saw how upset I was last night and you didn’t tell me about this!?” 

“how am I an asshole?! …you should be happy! - this whole thing was my idea!” Jack quips back, slightly exaggerating the whole ‘his idea’ thing. 

“last night?” you question, not knowing anything about Luke being upset. 

“oh your little boyfriend missed you so much that he showed up to my room crying at 2am.” Jack confidently informs you through laughter, but cowers suddenly as Luke reaches over and smacks the hat on Jack’s head.

 “shut up. I wasn’t even crying…" Luke shakes his head, “god, do you ever keep anything to yourself?” He defends.

“hey, you’re the one that brought it up..” Jack jokingly adds with his hands up as he retreats back to the living room, leaving you and Luke alone in his room.

 Luke walks over to close the door behind his brother, locking it and turning around to face you.

“hi lukey..” you say finally as you hold out your hand for Luke to take. He steps forward, walking towards you and takes both of your hands in his.

“i missed you so much baby..” Luke says before placing a soft kiss against your lips. You deepen the kiss, as you let go of his hands and place yours on both sides of his face, happy to finally have him back in your touch. 

“now tell me all abou-” you start to say, but are cut off by Luke’s lips crashing onto yours again.

“in a m-minute..” Luke replies in between kisses.

He slowly walks you backwards and gently sets you on his bed, still connected to you by the lips. 

Luke eagerly moves from your lips to the side of your neck, gently trailing kisses further and further down, until he reaches your collarbone. 

A quiet moan leaves your mouth as Luke picks a spot on the base of your neck, leaving presumably noticeable marks.

He moves his left hand from your hip, down to the underneath of your thigh, and pulls you further up on the bed so that your head rests on the pillow.

 “m-missed you so much lukey..” you say rushing your words out “wanna hear all about tonigh-” you hardly get your words out before he attaches his lips to yours again and you part your lips slightly, allowing his tongue access. 

Luke proceeds to deepen the kiss, passionately pressing harder on your lips, and you moan out almost too loudly at the sudden heavy shift.

“..mm-do you think you can be quiet for me?” Luke asks invitingly after disconnecting his lips from yours. But you hear sounds coming from the living room and are pulled out of your state of bliss, remembering Jack is in the next room.

 “no…” you say with honesty and Luke just chuckles and sits up to move beside you on his bed. 

As much as you wanted Luke right now, you knew you'd never hear the end of the story if Jack heard what was going on in his little brother's room, only minutes after the two of you met up. 

“well, I guess we should go hang out with jacky, he gets pissy if he’s left alone for too long.” Luke sighs dramatically, making you giggle. 

“guys come watch quinny’s game!” Jack yells out to us from the living room, right on queue.

You walk out of Luke’s room hand in hand, Jack looking up at you two from his spot on the couch as you enter the room.

“oh thank god I don’t have to listen to that anymore..PLEASE don’t make me go through that ever again.” 

“oh zip it.” Luke counters back and you just blush embarrassingly standing slightly behind him to hide your face.

You and Luke sit down beside Jack on the couch to start watching Quinn’s game and they immediately ignore you and begin talking to each other about Quinn and how well he was playing tonight.

“guuuyys I’ve been here for almost an hour and NEITHER of you have said anything about your game? Can you please fill me in?!” you finally say, cutting them both off mid conversation.

“Well it’s about time you asked!” 

“Yeah, I can’t believe you didn’t even ask us yet. How dare you...” Luke replied sarcastically, shaking his head slowly at you and you just stared at him in disbelief. 

“Well maybe if you could keep your paws off me for, i don’t know, five seconds? I could have the chance to really ask.” You snap back proudly and watch Jack’s face slightly contort at your words, not wanting to picture what you and his little brother were doing in the room beside him.

Luke just hushes you jokingly and continues his clueless act.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah ok loverboy..”

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[zeebee3]

Dramione Month Day 5: Undetectable Extension Charm

Draco/Hermione

Implied NSFW

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The readout glowed orange. 

Granger’s eyes narrowed at it, then flicked to him. 

“It’s saying there’s an Undetectable Extension Charm in the vicinity.”

Shit. Draco contorting his face into something adjacent to mild curiosity rather than guilt. “Oh?”

A huff through her nose announced her displeasure at his lackluster reaction, attention skimming around the room. “Why would there be an Undetectable Extension Charm here? Isn’t this a Muggle hotel?”

“Last I checked,” he muttered. Which had been numerous times from booking to arrival, particularly when realizing that they’d been put in the same room. Wizarding hotels allowed for things like transfiguration and conjuring. In the Muggle world, tampering was strictly banned. 

With her attention elsewhere, he took a covert step backwards toward the — gods — solitary double bed. Perhaps he could Vanish it before she—

“That was rhetorical.” In a swift motion, she turned on her heel, facing him. “Obviously I know this is a…what are you doing?”

He froze mid-step, hands darting away from the zip of his weekender with a speed that only made him look more suspicious. The crease between her brows indicated as much.

“What do you have in your bag?”

He shook his head, feigning innocence. “Hm?”

She stepped closer, peering up at him and then down at his bag. When her wand raised, he grit his teeth and prepared for the inevitable. With the full force of her intention directed at it, the bag lit up like a jack-o-lantern. A flash of amber up at him and then, before he could stop her, she was tearing into it and his secret was exposed. Why had he obeyed that last-minute impulse to pack it, and therefore have it right on top?

“Is this…” She turned it over in her hand, chin tucking back in surprise. “Malfoy?”

“I thought we would have separate accommodations,” he defended, staunchly not looking at it nor her. The drapes were a horrible pattern; he dedicated himself to memorizing it. “Look, just put it away and we’ll forget you ever saw it.”

The tilt of her head was worryingly thoughtful, even in his periphery. “of course, but…why does it have an Undetectable Extension Charm cast on it? Aren’t these, erm, supposed to be snug?”

Snug. Heat flashed through him, as it so often did with her. Fucking detail-oriented, clever little witch.

He thought fast – hopefully faster than her.

“It doesn’t – it’s my bag that has it.” 

She raised a brow, head tilting further to inspect the dark leather bag beside her. “No…no, I don’t think so.” 

He was about to argue that there was no way she’d be able to tell by just looking – given the undetectable part of the charm – when she swished her wand again and recast the scanning charm. 

The toy on top glowed a bright orange.

Well. He carded his hands through his hair helplessly. 

Her eyes went from narrowed to wide. “Oh. I see.”

Salazar spare him, he hoped she didn’t. “You do?”

“Yes. It’s a decoy. Something that, if stumbled upon by someone else, would never be touched let alone inspected.” As if to prove a point, she plucked it up, fingers curled around the narrowed end. 

Granger, touching a sex toy. 

Granger, touching his–

Thinking thoughts was hard enough, let alone verbalizing them. He did his best.

“I’m…not following.”

“It’s a concealed storage place, isn’t it?” The expression on her face was entirely too innocent to be holding something he frequently fucked. When she inspected said fuck-point and pushed an exploratory finger inside, he nearly choked. 

Merlin fuck. 

“Granger, don’t—what are you—”

Her eyes went unfocused, fingers digging around with a determination that was doing unfair things to his trousers, every twist tightening them until he had to shove both hands into his pockets to conceal the effect. 

“Please stop,” he tried weakly, only half meaning it.

“There’s nothing in here,” she said, then finally withdrew her fingers. It took no effort at all to pretend that they were slick with arousal and needing to be sucked clean. 

“No,” he agreed, licking his lips absently. 

“Oh!” Her voice had gone up half a register. “Right. Well. Sorry for…” 

In the middle of gingerly setting it back into the opening of his bag, she paused. 

“But then…but then why does it have an extension charm on it?”

“Erm.” How to explain it as discreetly as possible? “It’s a feature it came with, for those who…need the…extra space. The charm keeps it from being cumbersome to hold or travel with.”

It was immediately clear that she didn’t understand. And fucking Merlin, why must she always understand?

“I don’t fit in the standard size,” he tried. 

Was it possible to die from mortification? Perhaps if he was lucky, he’d pass out from the lack of oxygen being sent to his brain, what with how much blood was currently being routed to his cheeks and…elsewhere.

After a moment, the coin dropped. Her eyes went wide, then snapped to his trousers. “Oh.”

“You asked me,” he reminded her quickly, in case he was about to be hexed for discussing his cock with her. “I never would have mentioned it if you hadn’t asked. I’m not that sort–I don’t go about harassing women with comments about my—” He cut his rambling off and her eyes finally rose.

“Your massive cock?” she finished, voice forcibly light. 

Said cock twitched. Inside his pockets, he made fists to provide further tenting space. “Er, yeah.” 

“Hm.” The sound was abbreviated but carried a note of curiosity. When her eyes slid back to the discarded toy, his stomach dropped. No. Please. Please no.

It looked more at home in her hand the second time, hefted with the confidence of someone intent to discover or destroy. With a quick flick in his direction, she curled her littlest two fingers down and pushed the front two back inside. 

He had to close his eyes. 

But even behind the curtain of his lids, he could hear what she was doing, the unmistakable sound of silicone being explored. Imagination had always been an escape for him but now, it was a self-made weapon. He couldn’t stop himself from filling in a picture to the sounds: fingers wetting and stretching, preparing a wet, snug place for him, then reaching for him; stroking him to unbearable stiffness before slotting him inside; letting him stretch it the rest of the way.

Fucking Merlin and all Four fucking Founders. 

He needed to sit down, but locked his knees and snorted a harsh exhale through his nose at the ceiling instead.

She spoke a moment later, voice mild but not completely unaffected. “It feels quite…large. Do you really need this much space?”

Jaw flexing, he dipped his chin in a curt nod. There was no point lying, not when she could find the answer out by simply stepping forward and gripping him.

Fuck. He tried to banish the image but could practically feel her warm, small palm cupping him, the little sound of pleased confirmation she'd undoubtedly make. Godsdamnit.

Her voice brought him back to the room. “Why have you shut your eyes?”

“Have a guess, Granger,” he deadpanned. 

Another short pause, and then the sound of fingers sliding free. He bit the inside of his cheek, hard.

“Does it bother you that I’m touching it?”

Was she serious?

He huffed an incredulous laugh. “Yes.”

“Oh.” The weight of her gaze was tangible even with eyes closed; his fists flexed in response, feeling her gaze right between them. “Oh, I see. Yes, it seems like it’s bothering you quite a bit.”

This fucking witch. With a sharp inhale, he opened his eyes, tilting his face down to find amber already fixed on his.

“Shocking as this may seem to you, but yes: I find what you’re doing incredibly arousing.” 

It was her turn to wet her lips, something he watched with unconcealed hunger. If she was going to acknowledge how turned on he obviously was, then he saw no reason to keep up the ruse any longer. Slowly, he unfurled his fists, palms resting flat on his thighs and allowing the full extent of his interest to show, testing the tensile strength of his expensive trousers.

For a moment, she didn’t breathe. Didn’t blink. He basked in the silence of her rapture, heart pounding against his ribs. 

And then she flicked her eyes back up to his. 

“May I ask you a personal question?” 

That she was checking with him about that now, after everything she’d already intruded on, made him bark a laugh. Withdrawing a hand from his pocket, he scrubbed roughly over the lower half of his face. 

“Yeah, Granger. By all means.”

“We’re not even going to be here for a full weekend.” Her eyes flicked to his hand and then back. “You couldn’t go two days without…that is, the normal way isn’t…sufficient? You really need this to…?” 

It was moderately comforting that she seemed equally as tongue tied as him, although he had a sense her fluster was less the painfully-aroused-and-mortified sort and closer to the I-just-found-my-coworkers-sex-toy sort.

“No, I don’t need it but I knew that after spending a full day with you, I knew I’d want something more than just my han–” He broke off because what the actual fuck, Draco? 

But she’d heard his confession regardless.

“Because I irritate you that much?” Her eyes were intent on his. 

So this was it. 

This was the moment he’d half dreaded, half yearned for – the moment when he laid it all out on the table for her to pick through and, likely, discard or maybe – just maybe – find something she considered worth taking home.

He sighed, defeated. “Because you drive me crazy. In…just about every possible way. And I knew that I’d need to deal with it.”

She wet her lips, rolling them together as she considered him. “By fucking this?”

His nostrils flared on his inhale, chest expanding with the force of it. Granger, discussing his wanking practices. Looking at him like he was another case study to unpack (and Merlin – he was very willing to be). Granger, interested. Picking things up. 

He took the opening like the starving man he was.

“Yes. By fucking that.” He held her eye. “Or whatever else might be made available.”

The invitation lingered in the air, and then she tossed the toy in the general direction of his bag and his stomach swooped. Two steps and she was right in front of him. One more, and her hands were winding up around his shoulders.

“Luckily for us, the only item left on today’s agenda is ‘go to bed’.” She smiled up at him, amused and intrigued. “So…shall we?”

He pulled her into his chest, awed. “Really?”

“Yes, I’m quite sure. Unless there’s an item I forgot…?”

Clever, wicked, wonderful little witch. 

He dipped down and kissed her.

(Part two here)

[letsgetrowdy43]

can I get a “"It's time to stop lying to ourselves." friends to lovers with Luke Hughes? if not, no big deal, I just think the idea is cute :)

A Late Night Swim

“Luke” she leaned over his sleeping frame, “wake up” He shook his head before wrapping his arms around her legs and pulling her into the bed next to him, “shush, let me sleep” he mumbled as he tucked her under his chin. “But moosey, there’s fireworks”

A groan left his lips as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, a grin on her face as she got comfortable in his hold, “what time is it?” “It’s nearly ten, and your mom wants us to get down to the dock in time for fireworks” she ruffled his hair, brushing the strands out of his eyes and tucking them behind his ears before peeling the blanket off of them.

“I’m borrowing a sweater,” she said kissing him on the temple before getting up from the warm bed and rummaging through his drawers. Luke laughed as he sat up, “I think you meant to ask ‘may I borrow a sweater’” he joked as she furrowed her brows. “No I don’t think so,” she said taking him by the hand and attempting to pull him out of bed.

“Look who finally joined us” Jake joked as he passed her a beer, a cheery grin on her face as she sat down in between Quinn and a grumpy Luke. She passed the bottle over to the much taller boy who opened it up with his teeth, gaining a slap on the arm from Ellen and a scolding, “I wouldn’t have taken so long to get down here if Luke would get out of bed” “I was tired!” He defended himself as the rest of them ignore his reasoning.

Ellen grinned as she liked at her three boys and honorary daughter who sat huddled up on the bench, “picture time!” she said in a sing-song voice as Jim handed her his phone. “Please mum no,” Quinn complained as he was pulled out of his conversation with his father.

“Smile,” she said ushering for the four to squeeze together, her grin grew as she watched Luke wrap his arms around his best friend partially pulling her into his lap to make more room for Jack on the bench. “Perfect,” she said showing them the pictures, “now was that so hard?”

The fireworks lasted about ten minutes before the Hughes family dispersed, all heading back into the house to get some sleep before the boat trip they had planned for the next day.

She leaned up against Luke, their feet dangling in the water as they sat in silence on the dock.  She looked from the moonlit sky to Luke who nursed his beer, tired eyes as he watched the gentle waves of the water.

She stood up and took off Luke’s sweater and shorts, leaving her clad in a bra and underwear. “What are you doing?” he asked as she smiled down at him before jumping in. She emerged from the water with a smile on her face, “that was an impulsive act” she grinned as she swam further away from the dock, “fuck it’s cold.”

Luke shook his head, mesmerized by her, the way that she giggled at her own antics. The moonlight hit the water exactly where she swam, illuminating her as he contemplated jumping in after her. He stood up quickly and rid himself of his t-shirt, his swim shorts were still on from their swim earlier that morning.

He dove in after her, his hands finding the dips on her torso as he popped out from under the water. Her hand found his shoulder to hold onto as he pushed them away from the dock. Her finger played with the gold chain that hung loosely from his neck, a gift she’d given him after his draft. Her eyes stuck on his as he darted all over her face, both fighting off the urge to say something.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as she held onto him, “you have a staring problem Hughes” she whispered as his eyes caught her, not daring to look away, too scared that if he does she’ll stop looking at him with such sweet adoration. “I can’t help it,” he said lowly, his free hand moving the wet strands of hair from her out of her face as his eyes flickered from her eyes to her lips, “you always have my full attention”.

He grinned, slightly biting the inside of his cheek, her lips parted with excitement as she leaned forwards and smashed her’s on his. Ignoring the salty taste from the water on their tongues as his hand travelled from her hip down to where her ass met her thigh, hiking her up to get her as close as humanly possible. She lightly bit his bottom lip as he groaned into her mouth, her stomach in knots as she pulled away.

“It's time to stop lying to ourselves?” He mumbled against her skin, a slanted grin pulling at his lips as she nodded and gently kissed him once more. “I really like you Luke” she smiled as her fingers untangled themselves from his wet curls. “I really like you too, if you couldn’t already tell” he smirked as his free hand fixed the twisted strap of her bra.

“Mom wants to go to bed, please stop eating each other faces and get inside,” Quinn said appearing on the dock making the two teens startle and jump as far away as possible from each other. “You scared the shit outta me Huggy,” she said splashing water at him. “Well maybe if you didn’t have your tongue down my brother’s throat you might have been a little more alert, y/n/n,” he said tauntingly with a grin and a wink before heading back into the house, ignoring the laughter of the two as they got out of the water.

[sukunastoy]

Dumb Puppy (part 1 of 2)

Just something I quickly wrote up out of boredom. Toji is just a rude asshole but you can’t deny how much you crave him because of it.

You’re Megumi’s high school teacher, young and fresh out of college, but your students father is a complete asshole with no respect for you. But you want to be his dumb little puppy.

wc: 2.6k+

cw: name calling/insults (mutt, bitch, puppy etc), choking, cream pie, unprotected sex, master-pet dynamic, age difference.

As Toji lay on his back, you bounced on his cock like a desperate whore, holding a hand over your mouth to try and keep the noises to a minimum. You knew his teenage son was in the next room because you're the one who had given him a ride home from school. Despite him being 18 and nearly graduated by now, he didn't have a car yet. So you usually offered him a ride since you lived close by anyway. At least, that's what you tried to tell yourself. In reality you just wanted to get fucked stupid by his lowlife father.

Megumi was only a few years younger than you, so it was even more embarrassing to be teaching the class at his school as the new teacher, fresh out of college. Megumi was fairly quiet, and well mannered for the most part. It was admirable in the eyes of a teacher to have a good student. Originally you assumed he must have had a good home life with encouraging parents that guided him properly through life.

But when you stopped by the Fushiguro residence one day after school to drop off Megumis bag that he forgot in your class, you realized that wasn't the case at all.

The brute of a man that answered the door startled you, making you question if this was even the right house. Despite introducing yourself and explaining why you were there, the man simply looked you up and down and cocked his head to the side, as if intrigued by your presence. He was just jacked with muscles that made his black shirt look painted on. Aware that you were ogling him, the man reached up and gripped onto the doorframe above him, leaning forward slightly to shamelessly flex those thick arm muscles.

"My son gets to look at this fine piece of ass all day? No wonder he locks himself in his room after getting home. Probably jerking off to the thought of you."

Your jaw dropped at the vulgar words so easily coming from his mouth and you immediately went to defend yourself and say how inappropriate he was. Yet, you couldn't.

You couldn't find your voice. A weak little whimper swirled in your throat and your thighs tightened together out of some twisted arousal.

Heat swelled in your cheeks from embarrassment at the sudden dampness between your legs and without warning his hand gently came up under your chin.

"Did that actually just turn you on?"

"N-no, of...of course not!" You managed a stern voice, knocking his hand away. The audacity!

"I-I'm just dropping off Megumis bag, please, just give it to him."

"Hm...well he's actually out with some friends right now, but you could always wait around, and give it to him yourself."

What a ridiculous and non discreet way to invite you inside. But, you didn't resist the offer. In fact, you mindlessly accepted it. When he shut the door behind you with force and shoved the bag out of your hand, you should have called for help or tried to run. But instead you melted like jello in his touch, letting this crude man maneuver you over the back of the couch. He jerked your dress pants down and bit the skin along the back of your thighs making you squeal in pain and pleasure all at the same time.

In a brief moment of clear thinking you lifted yourself up to protest his actions, but he shoved your head back down over the couch with little effort, undoing his pants with his other hand.

You pretended that you were just frozen in fear and didn't know what else to do other than comply, but even an idiot could tell otherwise. The way you were screaming into the cushions and begging for more made you feel like the biggest slut, but fuck, you couldn't help it.

His thick and veiny cock stuffed your pussy without care and your eyes rolled back as his cockhead hammered into your cervix, dumping the most sick and twisted feelings of pleasure through your body. The way he had you bent over the couch kept your feet just barely off the ground and he fucked you so hard it didn't take long for your heels to slip off, allowing your toes to curl from the delicious pain.

You never had a man fuck you so animalistic before, and it was something you never knew you craved. His insensitive personality and blatant lack of giving a damn made you wetter beyond belief.

As he slapped your ass painfully, leaving obvious handprints, he insulted you for moaning the way you were. So loud and indecent.

When he called you a dumb mutt, you suddenly came all over him, soaking the edge of the couch.

"Woah! Did you just fucking cum cause I called you a dumb mutt?? Are you some kind of lewd bitch?"

Tears filled your eyes at the embarrassing action, even finding yourself confused at why you came from that. But at your lack of response, he laughed almost rudely and started hammering into you again, his large hands holding your waist so tightly it hurt.

You sobbed through his brutal movements, hearing his hips smack into your ass while driving his cock deeper than you thought it could go. The pressure between your hips was intense and nearly mind numbing but once your body stiffened and another orgasm exploded through you, it was blatantly obvious that you were getting off because of the mistreatment.

After he pumped you full of cum, he left you leaning over the couch, whimpering while in a daze. He tossed your pants next to you then walked on by, plopping himself down onto the other couch while turning the TV on. As you slowly lifted yourself, sniffling through the pain and pleasure simultaneously throbbing between your legs, you stared at him in disbelief. He wouldn't even look back over at you, and his whole body was so relaxed and calm as if you weren't even there. Through uncomfortable silence, you slowly dressed yourself and tried to straighten your hair, knowing it was probably an absolute mess.

He laughed at something on TV, his attention not giving you the time of day. What a prick, you thought, angrily regaining your composure. Walking out of the home, you were honestly shocked he never said one word after just leaving you when he was done with you. It was insulting. It was just fucking rude and mean...

But it didn't keep you from getting turned on when you thought about him using you so carelessly.

Maybe that's why the next day when it was raining so harshly, you offered to give Megumi a ride home. He tried to deny, not being one to take help for something that wasn't that big of a deal, but you insisted.

Each time you took your student home, you made some half assed excuse of why you needed to stick around and talk to his dad. These attempts were beyond pathetic, and it would probably be less insulting to yourself to just admit that you only came over to get dicked down.

The dark haired man beneath you kept an arm behind his head, and occupied his other hand with his phone. You could see the light on his face change and flicker across his eyes while he scrolled through social media, as if you didn't even exist.

"You really needed this dick today, didn't you?" He smirked while angling his phone to record where your sloppy pussy was engulfing his cock so eagerly.

"Y-yes!" You whimpered, trying to hide your face so it wouldn't get caught on film. You knew he'd send it to his friends; he's told you about it before.

"Fuck...look at this bitch riding me again like a stupid mutt." He commented to the recording, moving the phone closer to where your bodies were connected.

"O-oh fuck, I-I'm, I'm gonna-!"

"Don't squirt on my phone again, dumb puppy." He grunted as your glutinous walls gripped him tightly. He slapped your ass with his other hand while still recording, holding his phone back enough to capture your whole image as you shook from your intense oncoming orgasm.

"Fuck, fuck please, Toji please!!" You begged at the peak of your high and he rolled his eyes, knowing exactly what you were hoping for. Dropping his phone to the side he gripped onto your hips tightly, pulling you down onto him as he suddenly fucked himself up into you.

You fell forward while moaning loudly and his strong arms wrapped around you firmly, keeping your body sealed against his while he hammered into you mercilessly through your high.

"You like that, you fucking whore?"

"I, l-love it!!" You sobbed pathetically into his neck, his cock hitting so deep it felt like you'd break but that's what you wanted. It seemed like he would split you open but the pain and exhilaration turned it into a sickening pleasure that you were addicted to.

It hurt so fucking good.

Before you even got to come down from your high, he shoved you off and you whined into the blankets, clenching your thighs together as he cut you off without any warning.

"Get your puppy pussy into the air." He said while slapping your ass again and on command your hips rose from the bed, shaking desperately for him.

"Come on, show everyone your sloppy cunt."

It was obscene and embarrassing but you couldn't help yourself...

You did as you were told, reaching your hands back to spread yourself open, knowing he had his phone up again.

"An obedient mutt." He chuckled while positioning himself behind you, resting back on his haunches. He jerked your hips down onto his dick and you howled in bliss, letting him buck into you like it was all that you were good for.

"Goddamn." He groaned in pleasure, running a hand along your back. His touch sent you into a spiral of ecstasy and you hiccuped through a sobbing moan into the blankets.

"That fucking grip..." he sighed breathlessly, unable to take his gaze away from the thin stretch of pink suctioning around his cock. "Puppy's pussy is so hungry for my dick, you just can't get enough, can you?"

Shaking your head quickly, you couldn't resist pushing your hips back into his, desperately wanting him to fuck you senseless. But he made you wait as always, enjoying how you would start begging eventually. Not to mention he enjoyed recording you from behind, pouring insults and degrading names down over you as you begged for more.

Though you tried to keep your sounds silent, it never lasted long and you grunted and gasped like a bitch in heat as Toji leisurely rolled his hips into yours. He fucked you deeply but at an agonizingly slow pace, enjoying the quivering of your legs as his cockhead hit into your cervix slowly but with force.

The more you tried to push back into him, the more he held you still with a painful grip on your waist, keeping you from building up an orgasm faster than he wanted.

"Pleaaaase~!" You moaned without remorse, forcing your hips back into his. He chuckled at your inability to wait a bit longer and pushed you forward, letting his cock slip out of your tightening walls.

"Fuck! T-Toji! You asshole!"

In the blink of an eye he had taken a hold of you though, flipping you to your back and placing both hands tightly around your neck. You tried to let out a gasp but failed, your breath stuck in your throat below his grip. He pushed himself back into you, fucking you at an unforgiving pace and your face tightened in inescapable pleasure.

"You can breathe when I cum, fucking impatient bitch." A pitiful whine managed to escape through your throat as the sounds of his near primal growls and the squelching of your squirting pussy filled your ears. You couldn't even control yourself as you came hard, eyes rolling back from lack of air.

"You're disgusting, aren't you? Cumming and squirting all over my dick as I choke you the fuck out." There was no lie in it, and the pure shame from what your body got off to couldn't overcome the delicious ecstasy coursing through your veins right now. "Open your mouth." He commanded through a deep grunt and you immediately did while also gripping onto his wrists desperately.

He let a glob of spit drip down from his mouth and into yours, making you seal your eyes tightly and writhe your hips upwards through another sudden orgasm.

"Fucking hell you're a sicko, aren't you?" He panted while chasing his release and you choked and wheezed with lack of air.

Your face burned with pain and embarrassment as you suffocated through your filthy orgasm, drool spilling out the side of your mouth as he began to choke you even harder.

Your ears began to ring and your vision blurred through stars as he hammered into you nearly hatefully, slamming his hips so hard into yours it would be difficult to walk for a while.

He suddenly released your throat, letting air flood back into your lungs only to immediately come back out as broken moans as he fucked continuous spurts of hot cum against your womb.

You screamed and cried pathetically while the sloppy mix of fluids spilled out onto the bed beneath you, soaking the blankets and mattress.

"Tell me how much you love me, stupid whore, fucking tell me. Though you know I could care less about a filthy slut like you." He demanded while gripping your chin painfully, his hips still rolling into yours as he came down from his high.

"I-I love you..!" You sobbed, the back of your hand covering your mouth. "I r-really do!" And you fucking did, that was the worst part of it all.

"And why would I love a dumb mutt in return? You're just a fucking hole for my dick. Damn, I don't even remember your name most of the time." He laughed and you trembled from post orgasms, warm tears still rolling down your cheeks.

"You're just my stupid puppy, aren't you?"

You nodded quickly, reaching out to hold his arm. He let your hand remain where it was for a moment before he finally pulled out of you and away from your grip.

"Look at that mess. Fuck, you're gross." He laughed while sitting up on his knees and gesturing down to the puddle on his bed.

"You're the only woman I know who can squirt like that while being choked out. You're sick in the head, aren't you, dumb puppy?" He teased while suddenly slapping your swollen clit, making you yelp and tuck your legs together while turning to the side.

"But you'll keep coming back here, won't you? Cause you have a gluttonous cunt and you're disgusting, but I'm the only one willing to fuck such a pathetic bitch."

Panting weakly, you looked to him from the side of your eye, nodding in confirmation. No one ever made you cum so hard besides Toji. His rude, hateful actions and words roused the most revolting pleasure from within you, but you couldn't get enough of it.

Before he could move away, you quickly sat up and tossed yourself into his arms, sobbing pitifully against him.

"Aw...there, there, my poor puppy." He laughed while patting your head as if you really were just a pet to him.

"Please..,please keep me." You begged while clinging to him in the most pathetic way possible. "I love you, I'll do anything you ever want."

"Nah...you don't love me, you just love my big dick and how it melts that pretty little mind of yours."

[stephstars08]

Boyfriend

Jack Champion x Actress!Reader

Warnings: Adult Language, Mention of Toxic Relationship, Angst but mostly Fluff, Anxiety, Kissing/Short Make Out Session, and maybe some grammar mistakes.

Summery: Jack has had a crush on Y/N even before he booked the role for Scream 6 so, when he get's to play her love interest in the movie his crush for her just grew even bigger. His fellow co-stars really want him to make a move but obstacles stood in his way so when production for the movie ended he never got to. When the cast reunited Jack hears that Y/N is looking for boyfriend which makes him want to make his move but he still has that anxiety that holds him back. Will he let go of his anxiety and finally make a move?

Inspired Song: Boyfriend by Big Time Rush

Word Count: 2,983

Author’s Note: HELLO EVERYONE! I’m officially back to posting my stories!! I haven’t started writing again but I will hopefully this weekend! As I said before this will be my last Jack story for awhile since I want to focus on writing for his characters like Ethan and Spider! Anyways it’s so good to be back and let me know how you all liked this one shot! Talk to you all soon!!

Ever since the first day on the set of Scream VI, Jack immediately fell head over heels for Y/N. Well, if Jack was being completely honest, he has had a crush on Y/N even before booking the role since she is his secret celebrity crush. Before Y/N joined the Scream franchise she was on many Disney Channel and Nickelodeon shows when she was young. That’s how she met Jenna and ever since then they have been best friends. As Y/N got older she left Disney and Nickelodeon since she wanted to do more mature roles and she did just that. Y/N was in the last Scream movie, so she also became close with Jasmine, Mason, and Melissa so when there was news about another movie, she knew she wanted to return. Y/N plays a character that is related to Tatum and Dewey Riley. In the sixth movie Jack’s character is a love interest to Y/N’s character. Throughout the whole movie Y/N’s character defends Jack’s character for not being Ghostface but becomes heartbroken when she finds out he really is Ghostface.

It was already hard for Jack to do scenes where it’s just Y/N and him because of his crush but it was even harder because she has a boyfriend who just so happens to be on set every fucking day! When they first met Jack and Y/N immediately connected. It wasn’t shocking since Y/N is known to be one of the sweetest and nicest actresses to work with and Jack totally agrees with that statement. It’s just sad that he can’t say the same thing about her boyfriend. From day one Jack could sense that Y/N’s boyfriend was intimidated by him. Jack mentioned this to Mason, which he told him to get used to that. Mason told him about how it was from Dylan who played Wes who was Y/N’s love interest in the last movie. Jack asked Mason why the asshole of a boyfriend does that in which he didn’t have an exact answer, but he did mention that the girls and him think it’s because he knows that there is someone out there that is better for Y/N than him.

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As production was coming to an end a sudden change of mood came from Y/N. Throughout the whole filming Y/N had always been happy and had an exciting attitude but that all changed a week ago when she showed up to set the total opposite and has been like that since. The most talkative girl on set all of sudden became the quietest girl on set. She also didn’t look like herself either since even with make up on you can tell that she had been crying a lot. Jack was very concerned about her so when he would ask her what was wrong, she would just brush him off with an obvious lie, so he decided to go to Jenna’s trailer and ask her.

When he knocked on the door Jenna called out to him to come in. When Jack walked into the trailer, he saw Jasmin was also in the trailer talking with Jenna. “Hey Jack.” Jenna said to him from her seat on her comfy chair. Jasmin was sitting on the small love seat that was next to Jenna’s comfy chair. “Hey, do you two know what is going on with Y/N?” Jack asked them with concern in his voice. “Every time I ask her, she lies telling me that she’s fine.” He added with a sigh. “That fucking asshole broke up with her.” Jenna answered in a snappy tone.

Jack felt his heartrate speed up. Jenna just said what he thought she said, right? Y/N isn’t with that controlling asshole. Y/N is signal!

“Wait, that asshole broke it off with her?” Jasmin asked Jenna, who answered her question with a nod. “Even worse is that he did it over fucking text message. I was with her when he texted to her saying that they were over.” Jenna added in a snappy tone.

He texted Y/N saying it’s over and that he didn’t want anything to do with her no more. If Y/N wasn’t broken down crying, Jenna would’ve gone and found that motherfucker and kicked his ass.

“That asshole is such a fucking coward.” Jasmin said which made Jack let out a laugh since they keep referring Y/N’s ex-boyfriend as asshole instead of his name. But Jack didn’t disagree with them since he was an asshole. “I mean I’m glad that she’s done with him I just wish it was the other way around.” Jenna said with a sigh. “I mean I’ve told Y/N a hundred times that she deserves a guy ten times better than that asshole.” Jenna added.

“Yeah, Y/N deserves a guy like Jack.” Jasmin said looking over at him with a knowing smile. “M-me?” Jack stuttered not expecting Jasmin to say that. His brown eyes were wide open in shock. “Dude, we know you have a crush on Y/N.” Jenna told him with a laugh. “What? Did Mason tell you?” Jack asked now with frustration in his voice. Mason is the only person he told. “He didn’t have to because it’s so fucking obvious.” Jenna told him which made Jasmin laugh. “Wait so everyone knows about my crush on Y/N? Does she know?” Jack asked, starting to panic. “Relax, okay! She is completely oblivious to your flirting.” Jasmin told him in reassurance. “I don’t flirt.” Jack mumbled as he looked down at his shuffling feet. “Listen all we’re saying is that when we see you with her, she looks really happy and that maybe there is something there between you two.” Jenna explained to him, which put Jack into deep thought.

Jasmin’s phone started to vibrate. “Devyn just texted, we’re needed back on set.” Jasmin said, picking up her phone and sending a quick text back to her. “C’mon lover boy.” Jenna said in a teasing tone to Jack as she stood up. Jack rolled his eyes and walked out of the trailer with Jenna and Jasmin following behind him.

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As production went on Jack wanted to make a move on Y/N but he never got to because of the toll her recent relationship had on her. Yes, the guy she was with treated her terribly, but they were together for almost two years and the guy didn’t even have the courage to break up with her face to face.

When filming wrapped up everyone went their separate ways but still kept in contact with each other. They still talked through the group chat. Everyone but Y/N which is most likely because she was filming for a TV show that she frequently guests’ stars on. Jack was also busy doing a press tour with the Avatar cast promoting the sequel. Even though he wasn’t with Y/N, she was still on his mind. He thought about texting her just to see how she was doing but never did since he was scared that she wasn’t going to respond.

When it was finally time to promote Scream VI that meant Jack will be reuniting with Y/N since the whole cast will be getting back together for the premiere. Jack was excited to see her, but he also couldn’t help but be a little nervous too. The cast was going to be walking around New York doing press coverage and taking pictures for the movie.

Jack was the first one that was ready, so he was in the lobby of the hotel waiting for everyone. He was sitting down on a couch when he heard an exciting voice say his name from the elevator. When he looked up, he saw that the voice belonged to Y/N. Right when he stood up Y/N gave him a big hug which almost knocked him over. “I’ve missed you so much!” Y/N told him as she held onto him tightly. “I’ve missed you, too.” Jack told her returned the tight embrace. When Y/N pulled out of the hug she noticed his hair. “Wow, you cut your hair.” Y/N said to him in surprise. She was just so excited to see him she didn’t even notice. “Yeah, do you um like it?” Jack asked with nervousness in his voice that he was hoping she doesn’t pick up on. “I love it! It suits you really well!” Y/N told him giving him a pat on the head and sat down on the couch.

“How have you been doing?” She asked him. “Good, I was really busy doing a press tour for Avatar.” Jack told her as he sat down next to her. “I saw the movie with a couple of friends! It was amazing! You were amazing as Spider!” Y/N told him with a smile which made Jack’s cheeks turn bright red. “Thanks, that means a lot!” Jack said as he looked into her beautiful eyes. Y/N stared back into his memorizing brown eyes but before anything could go further Mason, Jasmin, and Liana came out of the elevator greeting them.

Once the rest of the cast showed up, they made their way out of the hotel and to their first destination. Throughout the whole day out Jack would feel Y/N’s gaze on him but when he would look back at her she would look away pretending that she wasn’t staring at him. When Jack first noticed it, it made him think back to what Jenna and Jasmin told him that Y/N deserves to be with a guy like him. But the real question was is does Y/N want to be with a guy like him?

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That night Jack was sitting in his hotel room when he heard loud knocking on the door. Jack got up off the bed he was lying on and walked over to the door. When he looked through the peep hole, he saw it was Mason. Right when he opened the door Mason walked into the room. “Um, come in.” Jack said in a sarcastic tone as he closed the door. “Dude, Y/N is looking for a boyfriend!” Mason told him which made Jack’s heart skip a beat. “What?” Jack asked in a surprised tone as he walked over to where Mason was standing. “Did she tell you that?” He asked wondering how Mason knew this. “No, but I was at the indoor pool with her Devyn, Jasmin, and Jenna and I overheard Y/N tell Jenna that she’s looking for someone.” Mason told him.

“You need to get your ass down there and ask her out!” Mason told him in a stern tone which made Jack’s brown eyes go wide. He felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest. “W-what, now?” Jack stuttered out. “Jack, just fucking go for it. Now is your chance!” Mason told him with excitement in his tone.

Let’s just say that Mason is the biggest shipper of Y/N and Jack. On set it was super obvious that they have amazing chemistry on and off the camara. When their characters had a romantic scene together, they weren’t just acting as their characters, everyone knew it was really Y/N and Jack being filmed. Everyone really wanted either Y/N or Jack to make a move before filming wrapped up but that never happened.

“What do I do? What do I say?” Jack asked, starting to panic a little bit. “Just be yourself! Walk up to her, sit down, talk like you two usually do, and when the time is right ask her out!” Mason explained to him.

“Okay, is she still at the pool?” Jack said, grabbing his hotel room key and slipping on a pair of shoes. “I’m pretty sure.” Mason said walking over to the door. “Come on!” Mason said walking out the door. Jack put the key into his pocket and quickly followed Mason out the door.

Jack followed Mason downstairs to the hotel’s indoor pool. When the boys got there, they looked through the little window on the door and only saw Y/N and Jenna sitting on the edge of the pool with just their feet in the water. While Jack stared at Y/N laughing at something Jenna said his nerves started to pace again.

“Mason, I don’t know if I can do this.” Jack said completely stressed out as he stepped back from the door. “What if she says no?” He asked having zero confidence. “Jack, you got this!” Mason told him putting both of his hands onto Jack’s shoulders. “Just go in there and be yourself. Just go back to those days on set where you two would just talk the day away!” Mason told him trying to boost his best friend’s confidence. “Go in there and use that million-dollar smile of yours!” Mason added, which earned him a strange look from Jack. “Okay, that wasn’t strange at all.” Jack said, taking Mason’s hands off his shoulders.

Jack took out his room key, getting ready to unlock the door, but before he could the door opened to reveal Jenna. She walked into the hallway with the boys. Mason grabbed the door before it could close. “What are you two weridos doing?” Jenna asked them. “We’re not weridos!” Mason said defending Jack and himself. “Okay, you keep telling yourself that!” Jenna said with a yawn and walked away from them. The boys looked into the pool room to see Y/N still sitting there. Mason pushed Jack into the room. “Go!” Mason said motioning his one hand towards Y/N and shut the door.

Jack looked at Y/N moving her feet around in the water. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves and walked over to her. “Hey Y/N.” Jack said getting her attention. “Hey Jack!” Y/N said with a smile that always makes his heart skip a beat. “Can I sit with you?” Jack asked with nervousness in his tone which made him curse at himself in his head. “Of course!” Y/N said oblivious to the nervousness in his tone. Jack put the key back into his pocket. He took off his shoes and socks and rolled his pants up to his knees. He sat down next to her and put his feet into the water.

“These past couple of months are the happiest I’ve been in a long time.” Y/N said as she looked down at her feet in the water. “Really?” Jack said, looking over at her. “After production wrapped up my ex wanted another chance, so I gave him one which turned out to be a huge mistake.” Y/N said with a heavy sigh. “What did he do to you?” Jack asked with a protective look in his eyes. “Same shit he did before. It got so bad that he wouldn’t even let me leave my apartment to go on set. I finally opened my eyes after realizing that he was trying to run my life, so I kicked his ass to the curb.” Y/N explained as she did everything, she could to keep her eyes from tearing up. She needs to stop wasting tears on that asshole. “You deserve to be with a guy who treats with love and kindness.” Jack told her as he used his hand to put some of her hair behind her ear. “You do?” Y/N said looking over at him locking eyes. “Yeah, it was so hard seeing that asshole treat you so terribly.” Jack told her as his brown eyes stared deep into hers.

They didn’t even realize that they were leaning in till their lips met. This isn’t the first time they have kissed since they had to kiss in a scene for the movie but this one was different because this wasn’t their characters kissing. This was actually them kissing. It put shock into both of them especially Y/N, so she pulled away. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” Y/N said quickly standing up. “Wait! It’s okay!” Jack said quickly, getting up onto his feet.

He took one of her hands to stop her from walking away. “Y/N, I have feelings for you.” Jack told her, finally confessing it after holding it in for the longest time. “You do?” Y/N asked in a surprised tone. “Y/N.” Jack started taking her other hand in his. “I have had this big crush on you before even meeting. That crush turned into more as we worked on the movie together, but I never made a move because you were with someone else. It was so fucking hard seeing you with that asshole because I knew you deserved better. When you two broke up everyone was telling me to make a move, but I was too scared.” Jack told her has he held onto her hands tightly scared that she would disappear. “I’m okay facing that fear now.” he added, staring deep into her Y/E/C eyes.

“I’m such an idiot.” Y/N said with a frustrated sigh. “Huh?” Jack asked with confusion. “Ever since I left that asshole I’ve been looking all around for a charming and cute guy to be my boyfriend. I didn’t even have to because that guy has been in front of me the whole time.” Y/N said letting go of one of his hands and put her hand onto his cheek stroking it gently with her thumb.

She pulled him in for a kiss which surprised him, but he didn’t hesitate to kiss her back. As they kissed Y/N’s arms made their way around his neck while his arms made their way around her hips. They released themselves from the kiss when they needed air.

“Would you be my date to the premiere tomorrow night?” Jack asked her once he caught his breath. “Yes! That sounds like a perfect first date!” Y/N answered with a big smile on her face.

[hearts4hughes]

#5 “stop being ridiculous!” “i’m not! he was all over you.” with jack hughes :)

jealous boy - jack hughes

jack hughes x fem! reader

100 followers celly

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, lmk if i missed anything

a/n: this was very rushed and not proofread. sorry for any mistakes. other than that, hope you enjoy reading!!!

gif is not mine

what started off as a fun night out for nico’s birthday, ended short after jack stormed out of the bar with me trailing him.

while i was getting refills for our drinks at the bar, a tall blonde boy approached me. he was around my age, maybe a year older and was cute. we only chatted about hockey -after i mentioned i was dating jack- and jobs. i made it very clear that i had a boyfriend and he backed off with the flirting after i did, but i guess jack didn’t seem to catch that part. he stormed up to the bar and started yelling.

“dude what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” jack’s angry as he pushes the blonde boy’s shoulder.

“i was just talking-” he begins to speak, but jack cuts him off.

“you weren’t doing anything. so stop trying to make a move on my girlfriend, douche.”

the boy scurries off, not wanting to get involved with jack anymore than he has already.

i stand there in shock and finally open my mouth, “jack, he wasn’t doing anything. we were just talking.”

jack turns around, an annoyed look paints his face. “oh so you’re defending him now?” he scoffs, rolling his eyes. “why don’t you just go over there and ‘talk’ more with him.”

now i’m mad.

“stop being ridiculous!” i raise my voice.

“i’m not, he was all over you!” he defends, throwing his hands up in the air like he was the victim.

“no he wasn’t!” jack doesn’t even listen to my full sentence before he heads straight out of the bar.

i send sympathetic looks towards nico and mouth a ‘happy birthday’ before following him.

now i’m struggling to catch up with jack as he storms out to his car. he throws open the car door and barely waits for me to get in before peeling out of the parking lot.

“jack-”

“i don’t want to talk about it.” he interrupts before i can even finish. i want to yell at him, but i bite my tongue. he’s had plenty enough to drink tonight for something like that to set him over the edge.

even though the car ride was about 10 minutes, it felt like forever due to the tension. i wanted to tell jack about what really happened before he so rudely stomped over and made a huge scene, but i just keep my mouth shut.

it was quiet obvious jack was pissed off. his face was filled with stern and frustrated expressions, but what was he mad at? was he mad that i stopped him from going ballistic on someone who didn’t deserve it?

replaying the interactions in my head over and over again, i begin to get more mad at jack.

he didn’t even let me explain before he took out his anger on us.

when he puts the car in park, i almost immediately jump out of the car. i was being suffocated by all the angry tension filling the car. jack follows behind me as i open the front door to our home and walk in.

the second i swing the door open, i stomp up the staircase and go into our room. angry tears fill my eyes as i grab pillows, a blanket, and chuck them just outside our bedroom door.

if he wants to act like a little bitch and have a temper tantrum, then he can have it.

i didn’t realize i was asleep until i heard the bedroom door slowly creak open. i didn’t have to open my eyes to know who was sneaking back into our room. my eyes finally peel open after the covers are removed from the upper half of my body, so jack can slip in next to me.

his heavy arm goes around my waist and pulls me close to his chest. i try to wiggle out of his strong hold, but it’s no help.

“i’m so sorry,” he begins, “i lashed out at you and that dude without even knowing what the true story was.” his face nuzzles into my back and i slowly turn my body around to face him. his eyes are bloodshot and his hair is messy, but i can’t expect that i look any better.

“it’s okay, but i don’t understand why you did that. i mean he wasn’t even close to me and he didn’t say anything flirtatious. i made it very clear i had a boyfriend.”

he pauses to think, “i don’t know why i did that either. i just saw a good looking guy standing next to you and making you laugh. it just made me jealous and insecure.” he admits, hiding his face in slight embarrassment.

“awe jack,” i cup his face with my hands, “you have nothing to be insecure or jealous about, my love. you are the only person i’m in love with. the only person i want to fall asleep and wake up next to. nothing can change that because i’m so obsessed and in love with you.”

a big smile tugs at his lips and he pulls me into his chest. i smell the scent of his cologne and body wash and get an immediate sense of comfort.

“i love you more than you can imagine.” he whispers in reply.

[yes-divine-ruler]

hi! can you pls do a kai anderson smut x reader who is crazy as he is 😭

i love your writing btw!!!

Worst In Me - Kai Anderson

x fem!reader

CW: depictions of violence and murder, mentions of blood, oral (f receiving), sex

Word count: 2215

"Where the fuck is Y/N, we're leaving in 5 minutes," Kai spat, his mask tucked under his arm by his side as his other reached outwards in disbelief.

"Here!" You called, descending the stairs in your own costume, mask also tucked under your arm.

"What took you so fucking long?" Kai asked, obviously annoyed.

"None of your fucking business, Divine Ruler," you spat back, pushing him by the shoulder and moving outside to get into the van with the others.

"That fucking bitch," Kai mumbled under his breath, shaking his head before following you outside.

You both pile into the van, setting your knives in your laps.

“She’ll be shooting at Collingwood Park,” Beverley takes a deep breath, “Brookfield Heights Rescue League.. some bullshit Jamboree.”

You nod, turning to Kai who has his eyes set on you already.

“What?” You bark, holding the knife up in front of you.

“Nothing,” he mutters, looking back down at the large knife in his hand as the drive commences.

The van pulls up outside the park, each of you getting out, masks on over your heads. It was hot in the costume, but it went unnoticed to you, the adrenaline pumping through your body overpowered all your senses.

“I get the first go,” you voice to Kai, as he walks behind you, his boots heavy against the walkway. He just grumbles something under his breath, and continues walking.

With Serena Belinda in sight, you, Kai and Harrison approach her, scoffing under your breath at the innocent persona she’d painted for herself.

“She’s holding a fucking dog,” you roll your eyes beneath the mask and Kai lets out a chuckle.

“What about the camera man?” Harrison asks, as you watch the fear in his eyes, as he tries to wave you all from the view of the camera.

“Kill him,” you say simply, Kai following you around to Serena’s right, as Harrison hangs back.

“Oh! It looks like we have some clowns who are desperate for air time,” Serena says, looking over at you as you approach her slowly, “uh- miss- are you excited to be apart of tomorrow’s entertainment?”

Just as Serena holds the microphone out to you, you pull the knife from behind your back, lunging forward to push the sharp point through her stomach. She screams, lunging forward and holding onto her knife wound, blood seeping onto the pavement below her.

Harrison lunges forward, stabbing Serena a second time in the neck, as she falls on her back to the floor. Kai stays by her side, as the cameraman lurches forward to try and defend Serena.

“What a fucking idiot,” you mutter under your breath, before using your bloodied knife to pierce his chest in a hard thrust.

You turn back around towards Serena and Kai, crouching down to your knees to repeatedly stab her in the chest, Kai following with his own murderous fore-comings.

“Alright let’s go,” Kai instructs, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you up.

“I can get up myself,” you say, tearing your arm from Kai’s grasp, turning to wave at Harrison to follow. You all trudge back to the van, trying to shake off the excess blood on your gloves as it left a sanguinary trail behind you.

You all pile back into the van, Jack leaning over his seat to take a glance at the three of you. Beverley sits firmly in her seat, a devilishly smile across her face.

“So?” She asks, as Jack begins to pull away from the curb, taking you all back to Kai’s family home.

“What does it look like?” You ask her menacingly, stretching out your arms to show her your red-stained costume.

“She’s gone,” Kai says simply, removing his mask and shaking his hair out so it wasn’t flat against his head. You follow, removing your mask and setting it in your lap. You notice Kai gazing at you again, before he drops his head and lets out a forced cough. You knew that you’d have to talk to him about it later, his blatant staring was getting on your nerves.

Pulling up at the house and parking the van out front, as a group you retreated inside. Letting out a loud sigh, you strip from your costume in the living room, not caring if anyone saw. You weren’t conscious about your body, and you didn’t care what anyone thought.

Dropping your costume on the floor, Winter scurried to pick it up with a pair of gloves.

“Thanks Win,” you mumbled, picking up your phone in just your bra and panties and filtering through your messages.

“Hey when’s your speech Anderson?” Still soaked in blood, you padded to the kitchen, opening the fridge and taking out something to eat.

“Couple of days,” he replied, stripped of his own costume and leaning against the kitchen counter in just his boxers. He didn’t care just as much as you.

Even with Serena Belinda’s blood on your hands you brought the apple to your mouth, taking a bite. Not even the blood of one of your victims provoked any care or bother from you.

“Right so, you’ve talked to Meadow about your plan?” You were too busy chewing your apple to notice Kai approaching you.

“Yes,” he said simply, before he was standing with his chest almost pushed against yours, his arms caging you in against the kitchen counter.

“What the fuck is your problem?” You let out a small laugh, as Kai’s dark eyes stared into yours.

“You, you’re my fucking problem.”

“Then why do you keep staring at me like you wanna fuck me?” You answer, dropping your apple core into the sink.

Kai sucks in an agitated breath, before he steps back.

“My room. Now.” His eyes rake over your almost bare body, soaking in the appearance of your smooth skin, covered in blood of the person you’d just savagely murdered.

“Okay,” you shrug, following him up to his room as he drags you by the wrist. You were unproblematically yourself, and although Kai despised it at times, it was also insanely hot. You understood him, you appreciated the method to his madness.

“So what do you want?” You ask, sitting on the end of his bed and crossing your legs, leaning back with the support of your outstretched arms.

Kai doesn’t wait another moment, his body lunging towards yours, his lips attacking yours in a passionate kiss. You’d be lying if you didn’t think about this once or twice during your time in the cult. Your main focus was the greater good of this country, the second, mostly on your own at bed time, your Divine Ruler.

“Kai!” You yelp, as his lips leave yours, wrapping around a small portion of skin on your neck, sucking harshly on your skin to leave a big bruise.

“I can’t tell you- how hot it is- when I watch you- do your service- for his group,” he breaths out between kisses, his big cold hands wrapping around your back and unclasping your bra.

Your breasts bounce freely from the constraints of your bra, Kai immediately taking one of your stiff peaks in his mouth and rolling his tongue around it. You let out a soft moan, his hands now at your hips, as you tangle your fingers in his sweaty blue hair.

“I was hard the whole time,” he admits, kissing down your stomach, licking at patches of blood, until he got to the waistband of your panties. Maybe that explains how quiet he was.

“Kai..” his name rolls of your tongue as you allow him to pull down your panties, exposing you wholly and completely to him. He marvels at the sight of your unclothed body, humming to himself in satisfaction.

“So beautiful,” he whispers, his kisses littering your hips bones and travelling lower. Usually you’d scowl at him for being so soft, but right now, his sweet words only ignited the fire in your abdomen.

His face becomes level with your throbbing heat, as he uses this thumbs to spread your soaking folds, before dipping his tongue in to taste you. You watch as he licks a thick strip up your slit, his lips settling on your clit and sucking softly. Your face screws in pleasure, as his assault on your clit continues, before another stripe is licked back down to your entrance. His tongue delves inside you, his nose brushing your clit as he looks up to meet your hungry eyes.

“Ohhh, fuck,” you groan, lolling your head back into the bed, kneading your own breast in your hand as he continues to work his tongue on your pussy.

His finger prods at your entrance, a “please” escaping your lips, begging him to stretch you out. He does as you ask, his finger evading your warm silk walls, letting out a moan as he feels you contract around it.

“You like that?” He asks, kitten licking your clit, his finger moving at a slow, steady pace inside you.

“Yes- oh my god- yes, more,” you beg, biting your bottom lip between your teeth.

He chuckles at your eagerness before adding a second finger. He scissors his fingers, stretching you out blissfully, before curling his fingers expertly up to hit your spot of intense pleasure.

“Kai!” You call his name again, his pace fast, his tongue still steadily lapping at your engorged clit.

“Cum, cum on my fingers,” Kai encourages, before the knot in your stomach unties and your legs begin to shake under his touch. You buckle your hips up to meet his face, as he licks you through your delicious release.

Kai removes his fingers as you pant under him in a frenzied mess, leaving a soft kiss on your clit.

“That was so hot,” he breathes out, provoking a laugh from you as you lean up on your elbows.

“Didn’t know you were so good with that tongue Anderson,” you tease as he crawls over you, pulling his boxers down his legs.

“How about I show you how good I am with my cock too?” You watch as his throbbing erection slaps against his stomach, as he folds your legs up to slot between them.

“Go on then,” you smile, as he leans in and connects your lips in another kiss. Your tongue enters his mouth, as he groans, running his tip back and forth against your entrance.

“Fuck me,” you whisper, kicking a stripe from his mouth to his ear, tasting the blood that stained his face.

“You’re such a dirty whore,” he groans, pushing himself inside you as you nip at his ear lobe.

He bottoms out inside you, a lightning shock of pleasure coursing through your core as you experience the ultimate fulfilment.

“Fuck you feel so good,” Kai moans, savouring the feeling of your heated core pulse around his hard cock.

You wrap your legs around his hips, caging him in before flipping yourselves over so you were straddling him. He lets out a surprised gasp, as you take control, rising and falling on his cock.

“Holy shit,” he groans, reaching out and grabbing ahold of your breasts, his thumb flicking over your nipple. It was a heavenly sight, your naked body, blood soaked and bouncing on his dick.

He held your hips tightly in your hands, as his thrust up into you to the beat of a silent drum, his balls slapping against your skin at a rapid pace.

You bask in this moment, pleasuring your divine ruler by riding him, watching his face as it screwed in carnal desire, desperately needing to hit your deepest point with every thrust of his hips.

“That’s it, fuck I’m- I’m cumming,” you’d never seen Kai so vulnerable, withering beneath your body as he coats your internal walls with his warm seed, letting out a low moan in gratification.

You slow your movements, leaning over and resting your sweat sheen forehead against his, as you both try and catch back your breaths.

“Why are we only just doing this now?” He asks, with a small chuckle.

“Because I’m a bitch, and you’re our divine ruler,” you tease, Kai pushing you off him and crawling back on top of you.

“You do act like a bitch sometimes but, you’re the only one who’s as committed as I am,” he says honestly, “maybe you’re who should have my messiah.”

You let out a laugh, pushing him by the chest and making him fall backwards. You get up off the bed, not ignorant of his eyes as they’re pierced into the side of your head.

“I’m not having kids Kai,” you say shortly, “kids don’t belong here. With us.”

“They won’t see anything,” he gets up, now stuck on the idea, “the child will be sheltered from our movement until they’re old enough to understand.”

“I’ll think about it, now stop being so needy and annoying,” you put a hand up to stop him from coming over to you and leave his bedroom, with a blanket wrapped around your body.

“Y/N!?”

You turn to see Winter, her mouth open in shock, her eyes wide. You offer her a closed lip smile.

“You should’ve seen it coming Win, your brother is just as insane as I am.”

[soullessjack]

okay but like. cogs turning .. last holiday truthing cwt maxxing… the sheer difference in dialogue between the script and the episode is killing me. the deliberate choices made to change said dialogue and even the ending…

like am I alone in thinking that this whole exchange in the dungeon was very oddly disjointed? very “nobody fucking talks like that” core. they just say shit but it doesn’t land with the other’s response.

and especially when you compare it to the draft:

for some reason or another, the writers deliberately cut out jack’s lamentation that he is still dangerous, that mrs butters is right to be doing what she’s doing, and that nothing has been the same between him and the Winchesters since he’s come back. they deliberately cut out dean saying “you’re one of us, and you have a chance to make it right.”

there’s also the glaring difference between how sam and dean defend jack in the episode vs the draft. in the draft, they say this:

D: “You said you didn’t want to destroy this family, but Jack is our family.”

S: “You hurt him, you hurt us.”

Mrs B: “No, he’s infected you. I have to keep you safe.”

D: “By trying to kill the people we care about?”

Mrs B: “No, he’s a monster!”

D: “Aren’t we all?”

•••

not only do sam and dean say that jack is their family and someone they care about, but they also explicitly hold themselves on the same monster totem mrs butters holds jack to (much like what dean said in tombstone, “we’ve all done things, so if you’re a monster then we are too,”

…which all then gets cut and turned into “He can save the world.” no, don’t kill jack, he’s our family and we care about him and he is good despite his mistakes -> no, don’t kill jack, he can save the world.

the explicit choice to center jack’s worth on his usefulness rather than his inherent value as the winchesters’ family and even just as a person, rlly speaks so much to the way he’s essentially narratively doomed to be dehumanized as a tool/weapon/device.

and the fact that this is all eventually preceded by Cas saying “you never needed absolution from sam or dean or me. we don’t care about you because you’re useful or because you fit into some grand design. we care about you because you’re you,” (which in turn is preceded by jack fitting into a grand design and fucking off to the raindrops forever), makes it seem either a painful inconsistency or some weird twisted inside joke between the writers (cough season 16 cough cough puke).

I haven’t posted about it a lot but I truly think there’s some vast trapped-in-the-narrative horror working around jack constantly being dehumanized both within the show as a living weapon and by the writers themselves as a plot device.

shits wack I guess

[wardenparker]

Preview: Down the Rabbit Hole

Jack Daniels x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

When Jack accidentally shoots a civilian on a mission he takes on not only the guilt of the man’s death, but inherits his soulmate as well. To you, it’s a dream job with more perks than you can imagine - but for Jack it’s a nightmarish complication. Even more so when he starts to develop feelings.  

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“Jason Howe, 36, born in Northwood, New Hampshire on April 4th.”

Jack winces and curls his hand into a fist as he stands in front of the conference room table. Not having been invited to sit, nor to have the glass of ‘67 Statesman Reserve that Champ has sitting in a glass at his elbow. A drink that Jack desperately needs. “Champ, there was a gun.” Jack defends, although he knows it’s a weak excuse. Statesmen take out the bad guys, not hurt the innocent. And Jack’s killed a bystander who had nothing to do with anything.

"You've been off since Cambodia, Jack." And although Champ knows exactly why, it can't be considered an excuse. He looks back down at the file on the conference table and frowns, then keeps reading. "Two siblings. Parents both living. Soulmate so far unknown." The older man looks up, locking his eyes on Jack. "We're tracking her down."

“Why?” Jack demands, frowning at the mere idea. Statesman had never tracked down a soulmate of anyone before, why start now? “We don’t know who it is, or if they care.” He scoffs. “Better to let sleepin’ dogs lie.”

“I don’t blame you for not noticing.” Champ sighs and shakes his head before finally motioning for Jack to sit. The man is his best senior agent, his quickest set of reflexes, and his closest friend. Frankly, Champ is worried about the upheaval in Jack’s life lately. It’s affecting his perception on a base level, not to mention his work. “You didn’t come out of that fire fight unscathed, and your adrenaline was too damn high for the pain to get through to you.” Running one hand down his face, Champ huffs slightly as he sips from his own whiskey glass but still doesn’t offer Jack any. “The back of your right arm. Just above your elbow. You have a new mark, Jack.”

“Bullshit.” Jack spits, furious at the implication of what Champ is saying. “My soulmate is dead.” He reminds the older man, as if he wasn’t well aware. Hell, Champ was the one who had recruited Jack to Statesman, so he was well aquatinted with his backstory. Until this moment, he would have called the man a friend. Maybe his best friend, even though Tequila likes to claim that’s his title. “Been dead and gone for years. So there ain’t no marks on my body.”

“I don’t mean to say anything against her memory.” Champ holds up one hand in a defensive posture. With the other, he gestures to the large mirror on the conference room wall. “Roll up your sleeve and take a look for yourself. Ginger noted the appearance of scars from minor cuts and bruises and a small tattoo on your arm. None of these marks were found on the civilian that was killed or any of the other dead men that Gamma Team cleaned from the scene. Following protocols, we’re now tracking down any and all soulmates and searching databases for your exact set of new marks.” He knows it isn’t good news. It isn’t good for the agency and it isn’t good for Jack. But, despite it being a long shot, it is now more likely than not that someone out there shares these marks with him. And that makes her both a liability and a potential target. Whoever she is.

Fuck.” Jack hisses bitterly, his shoulders jerking as he shuffles out of his sports coat and tosses it down so he can start rolling up his sleeve. “Can’t Ginger remove it?” He demands, not wanting marks on his body. He hasn’t had any since the day Abigail died and he doesn’t want some other woman’s scars or tattoos on his skin either. He doesn’t have a soulmate and he doesn’t want one.

“Soulmate scars don’t work like that.” He knows Jack knows it, but he also understands the younger man’s distress as he tears his sleeve back to inspect his skin. “As far as Ginger’s nanites are concerned, that’s just your skin. No imperfections about it.”

[dxwnfxll]

Giving the chubby readers some stuff <333

Scp/Scp staff with a chubby s/o

Warnings: nsfw, smut, afab(assigned female at birth) reader at some parts

(Small note, updated Shaw to Amar. Amar is my ver of Bright/Shaw)

••Dr. Amar••

-I see Jack as the type of person to LUV chubby people, idk why but i can just imagine him squeezing your thighs as she holds you against her just praising your body

-she has a praising kink, she loves praising your body (especially if you have low self esteem). They'll probably fuck you in front of a mirror so that you can see your beauty

-he likes to touch you, very clingy person (especially since she's touch deprived) will sometimes jokingly say to 'crush him'

-will buy you clothes that hug your curves all right, dudes probably fucking drooling over how you look

-he loves laying his head on your lap while you play with her hair, it's a little thing they enjoy

-if anyone says shit about your weight well guess who's magically a D-class now?

••Dr. Clef••

-Clef is chubby himself so he's perfectly fine dating another chubby person

-similar to Jack he's secretly into body worshipping, whether it be his or yours.He's also into biting, a lil bdsm and sometimes degrading

-he loves to sneak up behind you and surprise you, he'll just do this randomly. Sometimes when you're getting dressed and sometimes when you're working

-in the sheets he's a rough guy, but he'll dial it back if it's too much. He wants to make sure you're comfy during intimate times

-if anyone says shit about you he solves it by making them..uncomfortable. Dude will just start making out with you in front of the dude.

-but that doesn't mean the person who was rude to you is getting off scott free, He's finding them and they're becoming another casualty

••Dr. Kondraki••

-Kondraki another chubby guy (who's pretty fucking tall to), he absolutely adores you but unlike Jack and Clef he's not all for PDA

-that doesn't mean he's embarrassed of you or anything, he just doesn't like people knowing who he folds. Oh yeah he folds you btw.

-in his office he'll keep you on his lap, no matter how much you complain that you're 'too big' or whatever he'll just ignore it and keep you there

-"Konny i'm too big to sit-" "no you're not, now stop squirming i'm trying to work."

-He's rough in bed and a total dom, he makes sure to always compliment your body during spicy time. Especially if you're insecure, he'll trail kisses from your lips down to your thighs

-he lets you borrow his clothes and if anyone says anything he just gives them *the look*

-if anyone says shit about your weight, they're on 682 duty while you're on a romantic date with Konny

••Dr. Talloran••

-Talloran doesn't mind if you're chubby, skinny or muscular. They're a 💫personality💫 type of person

-they'll hold your hand as you both walk down the hallway, or they'll wrap their arm around your shoulders

-very intimate with you but very vanilla spicy time, they will kiss up your arm tho like Gomez from the Aadams family

-if someone says anything about your weight Talloran will 'defend your honor' they'll just release all their pent up rage on the person

-then afterwards they'll grab your hand and pretty much drag you elsewhere to do something better, like a romantic date in the break room

••Draven Kondraki••

-Draven doesn't mind your weight and similar to Talloran he goes for anyone of any body type. He doesn't really have a preference.

-he likes to try and pick you up (and succeeding) carrying you around sometimes or just holding you in his arms

-similar to his dad he likes to have you in his lap, he'll straddle you holding your hips as you sit on his lap facing him while he makes out with you

-similar to Jack as well he likes buying you clothes that fit juuuuuust right. Especially tops, he loves seeing your breasts squished together for some reason. Actually he just likes your boobs in general.

-likes coming up behind you and holding you against him

-if anyone says shit to you he'll just give them a look, and if they're an MTF he'll some how make sure they have extra extra training

••Mikell Amar/05-6••

-Mikell I feel also prefers chubby people, but he also doesn't really have a preference? If that makes sense?

-he's a very horny man, dude wants to do just about anything and everything with you.

-eat food off you? Yep, body worshipping? Yep, make you thigh ride him? Yerp, start making out with you in the middle of the damn hallway where just about anyone could walk in? Yeah. He'll do it.

-likes to have you ride him during spicy time, he'll hold you there and guide you even while he comfortably lays back on the bed with his long hair all messy

-if anyone says shit to you well...they're gone. Simple, He's an 05 what he says goes and the other 05 don't really care if some JR researcher gets terminated.

••Sorry nothing here••

Yeah i removed Conner finally, i won't be writing for him anymore due to the drama that happened sorry y'all enjoy this capybara tho before continuing your reading

What a silly guy, anyways enjoy the rest!

••035••

-035 i feel also has no specific type, He's just a lil mask in need of love

-now at first he is kind of an ass to you, but then again he's an ass to everyone he meets. Usually always trying to manipulate them, but you were different he liked you liked how you looked

-he requests you daily and will pretty much throw a temper tantrum if you don't.

-he loves body praising, loves talking about how beautiful you are and often compares you to statues and works of arts that he's seen

-He's a very freaky and kinky person, whenever he has a host you can't keep him away from you

-loves leaving marks on you, lil burn marks from his corrosive since he can't really leave hickeys and stuff lol

-very possesive of you as well so if anyone says anything all of a sudden they're doing a 360 and treating you like damn royalty

-they also may end up as his new host lolol

••049••

-049 is a person who has no preference, so if he loves you he loves ya y'know?

-He's very delicate with you (and obviously if you're with him you have immunity to his touch) he'll hold you close and just hum, sometimes he'll randomly brush your hair as well (if you have hair that is)

-He's very romantic as well, like old timey romantic. So don't expect any 'freaky' stuff with him, he'll just enjoy a comfortable silence with you over how some others on this list spend time with ya

-when it comes to spicy time he likes to call it 'love making' and he makes sure he's gentle and loving during it.

-if anyone says anything about your weight they're gonna be his new 'test dummy', he doesn't take disrespect towards his "darling" at all.

••073••

-very tired man who just wants to love ya, he doesn't care for a persons body just how they are or what their personality is like

-very gentle and caring lover, likes to take his time with you if you catch my drift

-if you're insecure he simply won't understand in a sense? You're beautiful in his eyes so how on gods green earth can you dislike yourself?

-He's a very gentle and touchy lover during spicy time, very slow as well don't expect anything rough with him lolol

-if he has any kinks it's probably just body worshipping and being dom

-if anyone says anything about your weight he gets all flabbergasted like :o >:O

-"how dare you say that! Have you no manners and decency for those around you?"

-then he'll apologize to you and take you elsewhere

••Gerald••

-Gerald has the worst luck ever, so he's uh..kinda careful with you? Don't take that as an insult but literally anything and anyone can somehow cause him to break three ribs

-honestly though he doesn't seem to mind all to much when you sit on his lap and his leg cracks weirdly, he'll go through hell for you honestly (plus by this point he's used to the pain, He's more worried that YOU'LL get hurt if anything)

-He's very romantic during spicy time, and also very careful

-He's not all for being super romantic in public (cause he just feels something bad will happen) but he will hold your hand and lean against you randomly

-if anyone says shit about you his bad luck will probably just get them, but he definitely calls them an 'ass' and just walks off with you

••Iceberg••

-Iceberg is an asshole but when it comes to you he's got a soft spot, that doesn't mean he wasn't an asshole to you at first.

-he was very assholish to you at first and even picked on your weight a bit, but then he started seeing you as attractive and..yeahhhh he did a sort of 180? Like he was still an asshole but he stopped making fun of your weight

-and once you two became a thing he literally went rabid on anyone who did.

-He's rough and kinky with his sex, loves to bite you and have you thigh ride him. I can see him as a switch though so sometimes he'd love it if you took control..maybe even bite him a lil

-if anyone says shit about you he just calls them a bitch and walks off with you, He's not gonna get physical with someone unless they continue it

-he builds up your self esteem now feeling kinda bad for the days he bullied you.

••Glass••

-Glass is a very considerate and kind person, if you have low self esteem he's there for you 24/7 (or well when he's not working)

-He's always building you up and 'making' you love yourself

-if you have low self esteem he has some exercises to do with you, those being you standing in front of a mirror and telling yourself that you're beautiful while he has his arm around your shoulder.

-He's a very gentle and passionate lover, almost treats you like you're made of glass (haha get it?..i'm sorry) but sometimes he can get a lil 'crazy'

-he cab go from being a careful lover kissing up your arm to holding the small of your back with his arm around your neck as he hungrily kisses your lips.

-He's also similar to Jack in the whole fucking you in front of a mirror, he even calls it a 'self esteem exercise' plus he just really likes seeing his work if you catch my drift

-if anyone says something about you he will glare at them but will then immediately make sure you're okay

-"Dear are you okay? Don't listen to them, you're very beautiful.." "But.." "Shhhh, no no it's okay c'mon.."

Hope you enjoyed!!

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