#I wanna say a pret

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ ONE KISS IS ALL IT TAKES — GOJO SATORU.

contents. fem! reader, minors do not interact, lots of morning kissies :(, reader is a jujutsu teacher, dry humping, praise, satoru cumming early in his pants like the loser boy he is, implied cunnilingus at the end

just one more kiss, baby is never just one more kiss when it’s satoru. you’ve always known that—but maybe that’s why you let it happen. it’s always the same story: one kiss becomes two, then two becomes three, and then suddenly there’s a lot more than kissing and a lot less than getting ready for the day.

but satoru’s got missions. and you’ve got kids to teach. there isn’t a day to rest, let alone afford tardiness in the jujutsu world. but satoru likes to test the waters—likes to push the limit as much as he can.

so he does. he’s leaning in for more, breath heavier as he pulls you closer, always just a little closer until you feel like you’re millimeters from sinking into his skin. it’s still not enough, you sense, because he bites at your bottom lip with a groan.

“satoru,” you pause when he kisses you again, “we need to get—” another kiss “—ready for the day—”

“just one more,” he insists.

“it’s already been loads more,” you press a hand to his mouth, blocking his lips from touching yours as he pouts against you. you grin, shaking your head as you stare at him fondly. “we have things to do. both of us.”

“can’t they wait?” he grumbles, muffled against your palm. you roll your eyes, moving your hand to cup his cheek as you stroke the swell of it fondly with your thumb.

“if you’re good, and you finish your duties early, i’ll kiss you all you want,” you tease—he huffs, unimpressed by the offer.

“you still kiss me when i’m bad, what’s the point?”

“so you admit you’re bad,” you raise a brow, making him grin cheekily.

“i can be,” he shrugs, “i love when you put me in my place.”

“you’re too much,” you sigh tiredly. it only makes him chuckle, leaning in again as his lips hover over yours, making you inhale sharply as you feel his breath fan over your mouth.

“know what i love more, though?” he asks with that smug tone of his—it’s the kind of tone that only someone like gojo satoru can get away with having. he’s eyeing you knowingly as you swallow thickly.

“no,” you lie. he knows you’re lying because your eyes dart down to the tent in his boxers momentarily.

“think you do,” he hums, pulling you to straddle his hips as your clothed cunt presses against his hard-on. you can practically feel him twitch against you through the fabric, can practically feel the sweet drops of pre cum that coat his leaky tip.

you don’t want to be late—but who wants to deny satoru either?

“toru, we can’t—”

“i think we can. cause i think you belong right here,” he says lowly, kissing your lips sweetly as his hands find your waist, “right here on my cock, sweetheart. can’t think of a better place.”

“but—”

“feel that?” he groans, guiding your hips to grind against him and drag your pussy along his hardened length. you can feel the wetness seep into both of your clothes—your slick and his pre cum separated from making a combined mess only by the fabric. you want it gone—but satoru keeps it right there. “‘s what you do to me. don’t wanna help?”

“w-we don’t have time,” you gasp as he rubs along your clit, biting your lip and grabbing his shoulders. he chuckles, pecking the corner of your mouth.

“sure we do,” he hums, “no one’s draggin’ you away, are they?”

you kiss him at that—too prideful to give him an answer and too desperate to feel him any way that you can possibly get him. he reciprocates fast, groaning as his lips mold against yours and press heatedly into you as much as he can. he tastes good—like expensive lip balm and lingering sweetness that never seems to go away.

you moan when he grinds up against you, rolling your own hips for more friction as he whimpers into your mouth. everything about satoru is sweet—the way he tastes, the way he sounds, the way he looks.

he’s flushed a pretty little pink along his cheeks, making those precious sounds that will you to stay just a bit longer, to give him what he wants and take what you want too. your hips never cease—in fact, they’re more desperate now, rubbing against him as your clit aches with more and more need.

“toru,” you gasp, “more,” you plead, trying to go faster. it feels like he’s trying to slow you down, though—it only makes you more frantic to build up that steady ache in your clit as your walls flutter around nothing.

“f-fuck, baby,” he rasps, “jus’ h-hold on a second—”

“n-no—don’t stop toru,” you whine, not ready to stop the feeling that rubbing against his thick cock gives you—but then you feel him twitch in that familiar way, in that way you’ve learned can mean only one thing as you become well acquainted with his body.

he whines, head falling back against the bed frame as his hips jerk up, chest rising and falling as he breathes rapidly through a parted mouth. his eyes flutter shut and he moans those pretty little moans you never get tired of hearing as you feel his boxers become more damp by the second. maybe a little sticky too.

“baby, baby—fuck, ‘m cumming,” he gasps, grabbing your hand and squeezing to ground himself as he spills his load into his boxers under you.

he’s sensitive—always has been. cums hard enough that his whole body shakes and you can feel every tremble. you smile softly, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth, trailing to his cheeks and jaw and the tip of his nose as he brokenly cries your name.

“good,” you giggle, “cum for me, toru.”

“for you,” he nods, moaning as he feels your pussy press harder against his tip, “only for you—sh-shit.”

“guess you’re being good today,” you murmur, “look so pretty when you cum, toru. y’know that? my pretty boy. that feel good?”

“so good,” he pants, nodding as his cock twitches under you as you rub against him to guide him through his peak, sticky ropes of cum staining his boxers and making a mess. “f-feels so good—fuck.”

“couldn’t wait, huh?” you chuckle, cupping the back of his head and letting him go slack as you watch the way his face twists in pleasure with the last few drops of cum. it’s sticky under you, hot and wet and messy enough that it’ll be a pain to clean. but he looks so beautiful like this, head fallen against your hand and lips caught between his teeth as he shakily breathes in and out.

“i tried warning you,” he mumbles, catching his breath, “didn’t listen.”

“i didn’t want to,” you grin, kissing his forehead sweetly, “wish you could see yourself—it’s so pretty.”

“not as pretty as you,” he hums, eyes slipping shut for a moment as he sighs at the way you trace his features with your other hand. your touch is delicate—too delicate against the strongest, you suppose. he doesn’t need to be treated delicately, but you think he deserves it anyway.

“now, i hate to ruin the moment,” you start, making him crack an eye open unhappily with a scowl.

“don’t,” he grumbles.

you do anyway. “we’re really gonna be late if we don’t—”

“we’re late either way,” he shrugs, flipping you over before pressing a soft kiss to your lips and crawling down until he’s between your legs. you’re so wet, he notes happily, the damp spot on your pants glazing his eyes with hunger, “can’t just leave my baby like this all day, can i?”

girl go get me the scotch tape. that man’s a drama queen he’s fine ✋🏽

also you all better have sang dua lipa after reading that title

#thirstee! #teepods.writings #thirsts. #gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru x you #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut

[madkiska]

watching the entirety of jrwi: riptide again. here's some important things from the first few episodes that I feel we forgot (<110 mentions too though)

Jay

Had night terrors similar to those of Kubakinta's curse in episode 5, and they eventually start returning even after Loffinlot's curse is lifted ○ All of them were about her family and/or the navy ○ I simply think people leave her out of the nightmare stuff and she deserves it. Hurt her more, please (he said, lovingly)

was actually very upset at having to use her medal to get a Loffinlot rebellion to shut up ○ This could be because she didn't want them to guess she was a spy, but I choose to believe it's because she felt guilty

"If you're gonna be sailing with someone, you should have a good relationship with them. [nervous chuckle]." She says, while asking him for information about the Black Rose Pirates (ep. 10)

Said "thank god they didn't find me" after a nightmare about the navy attacking. Even when she was supposedly a spy, who one day would have to return to the navy ○ Very unclear if she was scared of her dad, or if it's because she was a secret spy so the navy would've just killed her

Rewatching, she was suspiciously into the plundering and gold and stuff. Like that was real sus. It doesn't fit her current character much

The only one among them who's gambled before

Chip

The entire thing literally starts off with Bizly holding a lit match

Called Gillion "Gill" and Jay "Sureshot" from an early stage

Was SO much more of a bastard. Lied to Gill constantly, didn't care about anything but the money, etc.

Had aggressive hand tremors alongside Jay's night terrors ○ Gill cures it with lay on hands

When he gets drunk married, they talk extensively about how he'd be released when he's dead. Welp.

They did actually break up and it was fine and they were still friends. They parted on good terms

Is really fucking good at chess ○ Beat Earl twice and Jay once. Jay had a point of exhaustion after a nightmare but Earl had no excuse ○ Lost to Gillion though, but only cause of prophetic screwup ○ This kid is smarter than he lets on, y'all

Was the first one to have a backstory dump while Jay is asking him about the Black Rose Pirates, yet still we know jack shit about his life before them other than "orphan"

Gill

Charlie has referred to Gillion with 'they' many times. I can pull receipts.

When describing Gill, Charlie said: "He's more.. elven, if you had to make a comparison. 'Cause I don't wanna be a fish guy". Oh, honey.

Smote a bald person by using his hair as a whip (ep. 4)

Was given anxiety and self-doubt alongside jay's night terrors and chip's tremors ○ "What do you want?" "I want the feeling of satisfaction I've been chasing my whole life." ○ This was episode FIVE.

First mention of the prophecy and how Gillion wasn't their ideal student is ep. 7, after he divine smites + prophetic screwups and deals like 60 damage to some beetles ○ Chip spends the next 30 seconds in gay awe

He refers to the crescent moon Niklaus tattoo as "my zodiac" (probably a bit) ○ It's not a lil basic white girl moon this thing is the entire size of his forearm

Gill had never heard about the Black Sea - it's unclear if the Undersea just don't know, or if that's just how sheltered he was (ep. 10)

Biz: "What would Gillion do. If he just had no goal - was just sitting there." "Gillion always has a goal." "Would his goal ever be to just.. Sit there?" "Absolutely not." ○ Later, Chip expresses that he doesn't know what Gillion likes. What he would want out of winning a bet. Gillion doesn't have an answer

Other

Apple, in a couple of early battles, acted like Gill's familiar (see: ep. 7)

They also pecked at his Niklaus tramp stamp and looked all confused at the idea of eating seeds

The specific crescent of the moon in the Niklaus tattoo is known as a symbol of "corruption" (ep. 9) and its antonym is the sun, for "life", similar to the yin and yang ○ Interesting to consider after what the tree said in 110 <_<

Pretzel has a masters degree in couple's therapy (ep. 10)

The Albatross/Millennium Chipper was described as the colour of rosewood or mahogany

Captain Lizzie's first introduction was a wanted poster, and Chip wanted to turn her in for the prize, then decided to try learn from her instead

Chip/Bizly called Old Man Earl "Erol" for a loooong time ○ Maybe it's an accent thing but I have an uncle called Erol and so this stands out to me

#I have lots of thoughts about all of this #jay also got her gun in like ep 1 but didnt use it for ages #idk. it's unclear with the combat in the beginning. she just says “shoot”. i love her anyway #jay the kinda girl to have a “no boys” sign up but then when she meets chip and gill she changes it to “son boy” like that one meme #theyre all my favourite character #not art #jrwi riptide #jrwi show #jrwi jay #jrwi chip #jrwi gillion #jay ferin #chip bastard #gillion tidestrider #jrwi #just roll with it #just roll with it show #just roll with it riptide

[jeonsbabygirlsworld]

SEX TAPES

SUMMARY: At one random night you both wanted to make your own sex tape and Jungkook is more than thrilled to, make one .

PAIRINGS: husband Jungkook X wife reader

WORD COUNT:1.3 K {more than that}

I WARNINGS: reverse cowgirl , doggy , oral (m) , fingering , THEY MAKE A SEX TAPE jungkook in a suit oml 😭, JUNGKOOK AND READER BOTH HAVE A VAPE

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The bed sheets were messy when you and jungkook were done with the 2 nd round of the night. “ Baby we should make a sex tape what do you say,” jungkook said his eyes glued on the ceiling still breathing heavily. While humming agreeing with what he said. “Yeah, let’s do it Kook I’ve thinking about it, Our sex tape wow”. You said cuddling with him. “ y/n don’t fall asleep baby you need to go pee” he said slowly helping you get up.

Jungkook had already run a bath for you, While you took a quick bath jungkook had changed himself wearing his grey sweatpants and going shirtless, When you came back he was scrolling through his phone “ Baby pass me my vape the blueberry one” he said looking at while you were still wrapped up in the towel.

“ Give me a second baby,”you said changing into your night cloths and ready to sleep, while you handed over his vape “ Here kook,” you said while looking over your phone “Thanks baby, wanna smoke ?” He asked blowing the smoke. “ No, I’ll take the strawberry one kook,”you told him, soon blowing out some drags and sleeping while cuddling each other and whispering I love you to each other.

The next evening

Jungkook’s back was pressed against the front door, he didn’t expect this when you opened the door when he rang the bell. Wet kisses and hickeys were now freshly added to his neck “ Fuck baby what’s gotten into you?” He asked loving every moment because it was rare to see you being dom over him. “ Nothing Kook just missed you” You backed away from him to let him see you in the lingerie set with matching garters on. “ You look like a goddess baby, fuck so hot,” he said groaning when you sent him a flying kiss.

“Come on I’ve prepared something for you in our bedroom,” you said grabbing his tie and pulling him towards your shared bedroom. He is greeted with the scent of his favourite scented candles “ Fuck how did I get so lucky to have you, baby?” He rasped, his camera lying on the nightstand charged. While he closed the door behind him you sat on the bed while he walked towards you and knelt before you “What do you want me to do y/n?” He asked rubbing his hands all over your smooth legs. “ Undress yourself” you whispered biting his lips he got up slowly removing his tie, shirt and pants standing only in his Calvin Klein boxers, Jungkook’s happy trail is one of your favourite things on him.

“Undress me now kook, I wanna leave the garters on me is it fine?” You ask puppy eyes looking at him “Of course baby whatever you want” jungkook removed the lingerie you wore and climbed on the bed with you “ I’ll suck you off baby first”you said laying down your back your head supporting the pillow while jungkook was already palming himself he shifted towards your face.

You removed his boxers palming his length while he grabbed the camera from the nightstand “ Suck it, good baby” his hands roamed over your body soon giving your breasts a gentle squeeze and wetting his fingers his hands went straight to your pussy while you moaned prettily making noises when you sucked him, jungkook started rubbing your clit making you moan, the camera still in his hands he zoomed towards your pussy.

The rubbing made you forget about sucking him “ Come on baby don’t be dumb suck me off, didn’t you wanna do it first?” He said while you messily palmed him, Pretty moans left your mouth telling him to go fast, jungkook inserted two of us fingers “Fuck baby you're so tight”you keep on moaning low and sucked his cock making him groan “Let me hear you pretty girl” he rasped “ fuck jungkook” you whispered through your orgasm “ That’s it baby keep going, your doing great” your other hand covered his hand which was on your pussy making you groan when he hit spot “ I’m here baby I’m not going anywhere be good and cum yeah baby?” Jungkook talked you through it.

His hands now roamed around your nipples slightly pinching them when you don’t suck him out properly, you tap his cock on your tongue “Is this good ?” You asked, “Yeah baby the perfect keep going” his hands now travelled through your neck grabbing you to choke on his cock jungkook made you gag on his cock.

Your pussy was still sensitive from the last one jungkook slowly patted it making you jolt slightly in your position inserting them again you moaned his name like crazy “ Ah fuck kook I’m sensitive won’t last baby, wanna have your cock inside”you said between your moans “ then make it wet enough” he said moaning bringing the camera near your face where you had his cock in your mouth.

“Yeah looking so pretty, my baby” he whimpered “Enough baby you’re gonna make me cum” he backed up arranging the camera on the nightstand you said “ I’ll ride you kook it’s been days,” you say already getting in your position “ cowgirl or reverse cowgirl?”you asked “ reverse baby wanna see that ass bounce on my cock” he grinned. Helping you position over himself you teased him taking in only the tip and rubbing him over Pussy lips “Oh baby take me in now” jungkook helped you ride him rubbing your clit occasionally.

“ wanna cum jungkook”The thrusts he helped you make were so fast you couldn’t talk to him properly “Say it louder y/n,” jungkook spoke from behind slowing your hips movement “ I know baby I know cum”You soon came “ fuck jungkook” you sobbed when you thought you were done but jungkook had other plans he lifted you making you sleep on your stomach with your ass in the air oh Doggy style it is favourite, grabbing the camera he groaned slapping your ass “ Mine baby mine,”he said “ love you baby love this ass ,fuck my girl, you love me ?, baby say it I wanna hear it “ hips shuttering “ my little cum dump doing so good” he soon came inside you placing the cam on nightstand helping you to get up and get a water bottle for you while you rested in the bed waiting for him “ how are you feeling? Sorry, I went a bit roughy didn’t I ?” he asked passing you the bottle “ let’s order some ice cream yeah baby?” He said already going on the app to order but your mother called him asking if you want to take bam from their house “ I’ll come in few mother” jungkook said and kissed your lips saying he’ll be back , and took the vape from the table counter “ Jagi ,I’ll bring bam, take a bath I’ve run a bath for you”he said already getting ready to get bam Luckily your mother stayed few lanes away so it wasn’t much of drive.

Sometime later

You were all freshened up sitting on the bed watching movies when you heard the front door unlocking, jungkook entered with bam “ hey pretty boy how are you?” You asked getting up from the bed and cuddling while he licked and softly whined in your arms “ you missed me baby?did you have fun with your grandparents ?” As if bam knew what you were talking he barked jungkook pouted “ he didn’t get this excited when I met him” he said pouting and removing his shirt and wearing the shorts getting comfortable on the bed while you and bam were still on the ground “ come up here baby , I’ve ordered the ice cream would be here soon” he said resuming the movie “ let’s get on bed bam” .

Soon after eating bam went on his bed sleeping peacefully while you and jungkook cuddled together while you kissed his cheeks and telling him how much you love him .

#bts #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook #jeon jeongguk #jeon jungkook #jungkook x you #bts jungkook #bts fanfic bts smut #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts fanfiction

[companionjones]

Love is in the Air (Why Didn’t You Tell Me?)

Pairing: Beck Oliver x Fem!Reader

Fandom: Victorious (Nickelodeon)

Summary: Based on the episode of Victorious “Beggin’ on Your Knees,” where you take the place of Tori. Some things are changed.

Warnings: None that I can think of

Y/n=Your name

W/n=Wrong name

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    Love was in the air at Hollywood Arts, and you absolutely hated it. You sat on the stairs in the main hallway and watched all the main couples of the school go about their day.

    Trina came into view. She was running after Jade. “Babe! I said I was sorry!”

    Jade’s jaw tightened as she turned back around to her girlfriend. “You walked in on my auditions!”

    “I’m sorry! You know how I get! I see an opportunity and I just gotta take it. Y’know?”

    Her words didn’t soothe Jade’s anger. “My audition isn’t your opportunity!”

    Trina paused for a moment. “Well, yeah. I know that now...Listen what if I buy you those new scissors you wanted?”

    That seemed to immediately resolve a lot of Jade’s resentment. “...The ones that are diamond encrusted?”

    “The very same,” Trina nodded. “Do you like me again?”

    Jade took a step up to Trina, took her hand, and kissed her cheek. “Maybe...”

    The two walked off together.

    “Whatcha doin’?” Beck was suddenly looming over you.

    You turned around to look at him. “Wallowing in my loneliness.” You turned back around and rested your head on your hands.

    “...That sounds like fun,” Beck responded, not knowing what else to say.

    “Robbie!!! Robbie!!!” Cat burst onto the scene by running down the stairs and screaming bloody murder for Robbie. She reached the middle of the main hallway and released her loudest scream yet. “ROBBIE SHAPIRO!!!”

    The boy came sprinting into view on Cat’s right. “What? What is it? Everyone’s telling me you’re looking for me, Cat. Is everything okay? Are you hurt?”

    “No,” Cat answered, much calmer than before.

    “Then what is it?” Robbie asked, still very concerned.

    Cat’s response was simple: “I missed you.” She then leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Robbie’s torso.

    Robbie let his head rest on top of hers. Probably to equally revel in her cuteness and insanity. “I...I missed you too, sweetheart...But next time, maybe try calling me on the phone...” His voice trailed off as he and Cat walked away.

    “Hey, guys.” Tori approached you and Beck, hand-in-hand with André.

    You immediately rolled your eyes. “Here we go. Yet another couple to rub their happiness in my face.”

    “I’m sorry?” Tori wasn’t sure if she should’ve apologised for her happiness.

    “What’s with the sour attitude?” André wondered. When he and Tori came to a stop, he traded holding hands with her with putting an arm around her shoulder.

    “Nothing’s up. Right, Y/n?” Beck answered for you. Before you could respond to Beck, he asked the three of you, “You guys wanna get lunch?”

    Both Tori and André nodded. “Sure.”

    Beck grabbed your hand. “You’re coming too. C’mon.” He dragged you along with him.

    Outside, you were mainly focusing on your food, which was why you didn’t notice, at first, a guy walk up next to you. When you did notice him, you saw that he wasn’t just a guy, he was Ryder Daniels, a senior. A really hot senior at that. He was talking to you.

    “Hey. It’s W/n, right?”

    “Y/n.” Beck corrected without looking up from his meal.

    Ryder cleared his throat. “Y/n, right. How are you doing?”

    “I-I’m doing okay...How are you?”

    Ryder smiled at you. “I’m good. So, Y/n, I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime?”

    You felt your eyes widen. “With me?”

    Vaguely, you heard Beck go, “With her?”

    Ryder gave a weird look to Beck. “Yeah...” He turned back to you. “What do you think?”

    “Uh, s-sure.” You had to physically push the word out.

    “Great.” Ryder grinned and walked away.

    “Great!” you called after him, then turned back to your friends. “What just happened?”

    Tori was the first to answer. “What do you think just happened? You got a date!”

    Your heart was beating out of your chest. “Really? Are you sure?”

    “Yes!” André congratulated you. “Be happy, Y/n!”

    You were pretty sure that was what you were feeling. Your heart wouldn’t slow down to tell you anything else.

    That night, you had just finished a pretty fun night with Ryder. You couldn’t believe it, but you were pretty sure you had just fallen into your first relationship.

    There was a knock at your door.

    You walked toward it, confused. “Ryder? Did you forget something?” You opened your door to find not Ryder. “Beck?”

    “I don’t like this.” He came marching into your home.

    Your confusion only grew. “Don’t like what?”

    He jumped onto another subject. “How was your date?”

    “It went fine. We’re doing the Full Moon Jam together. Is this what you’re upset about?” you wondered.

    Beck’s jaw clenched. “Maybe.”

    “Why?” You were flabbergast.

    He thought for a second. “I don’t-I don’t know, but I just don’t like the idea of you with someone else--”

    “Are you kidding me?!” you shrieked. “All this time, I’ve been alone, Beck. So I swear to god, if you tell me you like me now--”

    “I don’t like you!” he shouted back. “I just don’t want to see you with him! I don’t want to see you with anyone unless it’s m--” Beck immediately stopped talking as realisation dawned on his face.

    “...Get out,” was all you had to say.

    Beck hung his head as he followed your order.

    And just like that, you were left alone.

    The next day, you were excited to see Ryder again. You were excited to see anyone that could distract you from Beck. You decided to meet Ryder at his locker.

    You were about to round the corner when you heard Ryder talking to one of his friends.

    “Hey, Ryder. Congratulations! I heard you’re dating that one girl--What is it--W/n?”

    “Yeah. Only until she gets me an A on this Full Moon Jam assignment. Then you can have her.”

    That was all it took to have you booking it in the other direction.

    You weren’t sure how many hours you spent in the janitor’s closet, but you were pretty sure you’d heard the bell ring three times. You weren’t willing to do the math.

    Suddenly, the door to the closet burst open. “There you are!” Beck called out, relieved. “Jesus, I’ve got everyone looking for you, y’know...Y/n?”

    “He’s using me,” you tearfully informed, “He’s using me to get a good grade on the Full Moon Jam assignment, then he’s gonna dump me.”

    Beck didn’t know what to say, “Oh, Y/n.”

    “Why didn’t you say anything?” You sprung to your feet.

    He thought you were talking about Ryder. “I didn’t know--”

    “Not about him. Why didn’t you tell me you liked me before all this mess?”

    Beck was ashamed. “I didn’t know about that either until Ryder asked you out.”

    “Why didn’t you tell me--?” Your sobs cut you off. You started crumpling into yourself until Beck enveloped you in a hug.

    For some reason, life didn’t seem so bad anymore. You hugged him back. The tears kept falling.

    “I’m never going to let anyone hurt you again,” Beck whispered, “Whether I have you or not. No one will ever treat you like this again--”

    You kissed him.

    It was an intense kiss. Beck roughly backed you against some drawers, and you forcefully ran your fingers through Beck’s hair.

    Eventually, you two had to part for air, and you just smiled.

    “What’s the smile about?” Beck asked. His expression matched yours.

    “Oh, a few things,” you answered teasingly. You kissed him again. “I think I know how to get revenge on Ryder, and I’m gonna need your help.

    “Anything,” Beck promised you.

    “Good,” you grinned, and kissed him again.

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[totowlff]

chapter 15 — family that i chose

➝ cassie discovers that pregnancy cravings suck

➝ word count: 2,6k

➝ warnings: none

➝ author’s note: if i wanna cry? yeah.

16 WEEKS The backbone and tiny muscles in your baby's back are gaining strength, so she can straighten out that head and neck even more. Thanks to those developing facial muscles, your baby is capable of making a few expressive frowns and squints, even at this early stage.

Cassie felt pathetic sitting inside of her car, nose red and eyes filling with tears, especially over something that would feel trivial a few months ago.

It all started over the summer, during her trip to Austria for the Grand Prix. Toto took her to a cafe in Vienna near his flat that served this specific type of pastry - almost like a cinnamon roll, but with chocolate filling instead. He said it was called schokoschnecken in German, but it was originally a Hungarian pastry called kakaós csiga. It meant the same thing in both languages - “chocolate snails”. She had one, and it was delicious, but it wasn’t something that she considered a highlight. 

Well, until that week. Toto had traveled to Hungary, after all, it was another normal race week and that meant little time to talk to each other. They were able to conduct quick calls and messages about how she and the baby were doing, but Cassie felt strange every time she got off the phone.

It was as if the lack of Toto’s physical presence began to feel bigger with each day he spent away from her. Cassie even suspected it might be something related to her hormones, which she blamed on most things these days, including the way she felt uncomfortably bloated, had unpleasant heartburn, and was on a constant emotional rollercoaster. Deep down, she knew all of this was coming, and that she shouldn’t feel bad about it, but thinking about it just made her want to cry more.

She tried to calm herself down with some breathing exercises, letting her head fall back and gaze up at the roof of her car, but she was interrupted by her phone ringing. She glanced at the screen and realized who was calling, and took a moment to try and compose herself, wiping her cheeks before she answered.

— Hello, Cassie? — she heard Toto say. It sounded like he was smiling — How are you?

— Hi, Toto, I'm fine — Cassie said, cringing at the nasal quality to her voice — And you?

— Everything's fine here too, I'm coming back — he began, stopping after she sniffled once again — Are you crying?

— No, not at all…

— Yes, you are crying, I can tell by your voice. What happened?

— It's just — Cassie said, in a low voice — Remember the photo you sent me on Wednesday?

— The one with my breakfast at that cafe?

— Yeah.

— What about it?

— It's just that there was a plate with those… pastries I had in Vienna — she stammered, feeling her lower lip tremble — The chocolate rolls. The… chocolate snails, or whatever they were in German.

Cassie's voice broke, and she started sobbing again.

— Oh, my angel…

— I thought there wouldn't be any around here, so I bought some chocolate croissants at Sainsbury’s, but they were horrible. Then, I went to Waitrose and they didn't have anything like that, just cinnamon rolls. After that, I went to Pret and they only had ones with white chocolate — she continued, while tears ran down her face — And now I'm in front of a Danish bakery that one of the girls in marketing recommended to me, with an empty box of cinnamon rolls and in tears because I can’t find anything like it.

— Probably because it’s a Hungarian pastry — Toto murmured on the other end of the line.

— I remembered that it was like a cinnamon roll, so I thought that would be close enough to make these cravings go away — Cassie replied — And I feel like an idiot because I ate all these pastries for nothing and they’re probably not good for me, and the doctor said I’m supposed to be eating well so I don’t gain too much weight aside from the baby, but nothing else even sounds good right now…

— Cassandra…

— I even tried making them at home, but I didn’t let the dough rest long enough and all of the butter leaked out of them and they were really greasy and chewy — she continued, sobs punctuating her words and making fat tears fall into the empty box in her lap.

— My angel, listen to me — Toto interrupted her, his soft voice loosening the knot in her chest — Firstly, you shouldn't worry about getting fat. You are growing an entire human being and you have every right to eat whatever you want. I want you to worry about being well and happy, not about numbers on a scale.

She sniffled, looking at her belly, bulging under the blouse she was wearing.

— Are you sure? I feel so ugly…

— You could never be ugly, my angel — Toto replied, making her smile — You’re so gorgeous that you’re going to be the prettiest mama at the playground, the other parents won’t be able to take their eyes off of you.

Cassie giggled.

— Please, I’m not that…

— We’ll see about that, when you make a man faint because he saw the most gorgeous woman in the world holding the prettiest baby on the playground.

— What about the women that won’t be able to take their eyes off of the tall, handsome man with the charming accent pushing a stroller?

— We'll see, Cassie — he laughed — Now I need to go, okay?

Suddenly, her joy went out, like a candle that had just been blown out. The prospect of Toto hanging up was terrifying. Why did he make her feel this way? Why did the idea of not being able to talk to him for a while feel like her heart was being ripped out of her chest? Toto wasn’t her boyfriend, he was her boss and her daughter’s co-parent.

— Okay — Cassie mumbled.

— Don’t worry, Cassie. I’ll be back tomorrow, and I’ll come and check on you after I get back — the team principal said, just before the line went silent. She sighed as she stared at the screen as it went black. Cassie just wanted it to be the next evening.

A day later, the sound of the intercom put an end to Cassie's agony.

Jumping up from the sofa, she tapped the button on her intercom and let Toto in. She hovered uncomfortably by the door, trying to settle herself so that Toto wouldn’t see the way she was waiting for him. Hearing footsteps coming up the stairs, she opened the door for him. The smile that appeared on Cassie's face when she saw Toto was completely involuntary, but it turned into surprise when she saw that Toto was holding a pink pastry box.

— Toto?

— Ah, good evening, Cassie — he said, smiling. When he got close to her, Toto bent down to plant a cordial kiss on her cheek — Are you okay?

— Yeah — she stammered, as Toto stepped into her apartment and removed his shoes — What is this?

— What is what?

— This — Cassie said, pointing to the box he had just placed on the table in her entryway.

Toto smiled.

— Ah, someone called me yesterday saying she wanted to eat Hungarian chocolate rolls — he explained, opening the box almost theatrically, revealing a dozen glossy pastries, smothered in icing. Staring at the contents of the box, Cassie felt an inexplicable wave of heat expand through her chest.

— You got these for me? — she stammered, looking up at Toto.

— Of course, you said you wanted them, so I brought them to you.

— But, how? You said you were going straight from the circuit to the airport…

— I asked the catering staff to pack a box and leave it in my office after the race — he replied, anxiety written all over his expression — Aren't you going to try it?

— Can I? — Cassie asked, shyly.

— Of course, they are yours.

Taking one of the pastries, she took a careful bite, closing her eyes and letting out a long sigh. It was crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, the chocolate combining perfectly with the buttery layers of dough. As she chewed, Cassie couldn't help but be impressed by the texture and softness of it, even though they were probably a day old at that point.

When she opened her eyes again, she met Toto's attentive gaze.

— Good? — he asked, expectation clear on his face.

She nodded, taking another bite while he smiled with satisfaction at having accomplished his mission. However, as she chewed, Cassie noticed that his smile seemed almost mischievous.

— What? — she asked, mouth full of pastry.

— You’ve got something on your face — Toto replied, seeming to hold back a laugh.

Finding a bit of chocolate icing on the corner of her lips, Cassie wiped it off with her thumb, bringing it to her mouth and licking it off. However, that made Toto shake his head before taking a step forward. Silently, he brought his hand to the tip of her nose and gently rubbed her skin with his thumb.

Looking up at him, Cassie found warmth in Toto's brown eyes. It was as if he was standing in front of something precious, looking at someone who was truly important to him. And the feeling of being that person for him, of being relevant to the point where he brought a box of pastries directly from Hungary to satisfy her stupid pregnancy cravings, made her eyes fill with tears.

— Cassie? Are you okay?

— Yeah — she sniffed, running her fingers over her cheek — I’m okay, just...

Placing his hand over hers, concern was evident in Toto's eyes.

— Isn't that what you wanted?

— No… I mean, yes, it's what I wanted, just — Cassie's voice trailed off — It's really good. Better than I imagined.

The team principal smiled, his thumb stroking the back of her hand.

— I'm glad you like it, Cassie — Toto said — I was really upset after hearing you crying on the phone.

— I'm sorry about that — she said, looking down at the half-eaten pastry in her hand.

— No, there's no reason to apologize, my angel. I’ve read about the cravings pregnant women get and, like I said, I'm here for both of you — he assured, placing his other hand on her belly — And if our Ingrid wants chocolate snails, she'll have them, no matter what. I insist on that.

Staring into his eyes, Cassie could hear her own pulse in her ears, as well as a strange sensation in her abdomen. It was a kind of spasm, very different from the butterflies she used to feel when she was with Toto. When the feeling suddenly stopped, she realized what had happened.

And her eyes filled with tears again, this time, with joy.

— Cassie? — Toto asked softly.

Placing his hand in the exact spot on her belly, it only took a few seconds for the spasm to repeat itself. Toto looked down at her abdomen, seeming to process what had just happened.

— You felt that?

Toto looked up with wide eyes.

—That was…

— It's her — Cassie smiled, feeling — She's moving.

An incredulous laugh escaped his lips.

— Mein kleines Mädchen — Toto murmured, staring at Cassie's belly again, as if he could see Ingrid's little face through her skin. Then, he knelt in front of her— Dir gefielen die Süßigkeiten so gut, dass du dich entschieden hast, vorbeizukommen?

Feeling some strange impulse, Cassie brought her hand to the top of Toto’s head without thinking about it, stroking her fingers through his hair.

— Was für ein verspieltes kleines Mädchen du bist, Ingrid. Ich kann es kaum erwarten, Sie hier bei uns zu haben und unsere Tage in pure Freude zu verwandeln — he continued. After a new flutter, the two looked at each other, the tears in their eyes speaking much more than any words.

A few seconds later, he stood up and wrapped Cassie in a tight hug, pressing her head against his chest. The silence in the apartment's dining room carried a tranquility that was impossible to describe, at least in her view. With her eyes closed, she enjoyed the warmth of Toto's arms and his calm breathing, interrupted by the occasional sniffle.

This was the peace she had sought all her life.

— Thank you — Cassie whispered. The word made Toto pull away slightly to look at her, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

— For what? — he questioned.

— For the pastries.

— You know it was the least I could do for you, right? — Toto said, a mischievous smile on his lips — I'm here to support you in everything, it's my commitment to you and Ingrid.

— And that's why I'm thanking you. For being by my side from the beginning, when Ingrid was just a dream of mine — she said — I don't think I'll ever be able to thank you enough for getting into this with me, despite all of the hassle, the appointments -

Cassie's voice cracked. It still felt a little surreal that they had made it, that they were actually going to have a daughter together. But the slight flutter in her belly was proof enough that there was a little girl growing inside Cassie.

— And I would do it all again.

— Would you?

— Yes — Toto said, nodding — I would go through all the exams, all the conversations, all the stages of our legal agreement, all the bureaucratic procedures...

— Even the night we conceived her?

The silence that followed after Cassie's question was different from the one that had enveloped their embrace. Toto stared at her with an unreadable expression, as if he was thinking about what he would say to her.

— Well, yes — he replied, then added — Especially considering we wouldn't have Ingrid here if it weren't for what happened that night. Furthermore, if it hadn't happened, we would probably have had to continue with the insemination process and we would have run the risk of new failures, new frustrations...

Disappointment grew within Cassie as Toto continued babbling about how the process of continuing to try to have a baby artificially would probably have worn them both out. She knew that question had been risky, especially considering the particularly unknown territory they were exploring together.

However, there was a part of Cassie that wished Toto had responded that she would get through this because he liked her and wanted to take the next step, but those hopes were being dashed as he talked.

“How am I going to be happy like this, Toto?”, she thought, while he kissed her forehead again.

— Now I need to go, I have some things to organize at home and some emails to answer — he said, taking a step back.

— Are you sure? — Cassie stammered — I can make us something to eat, or we could order something...

— I don't want to keep you any more busy than necessary, and besides, you need to rest. You’re at the office tomorrow, right?

— Yes, I am — she murmured, almost disinterested — Getting things ready for the summer shutdown.

— Do you have any plans? — Toto asked, his hand still resting on the side of her belly.

— Well, I'm thinking about going to see my aunt in Chichester...

— Ah, Simone, right? — he smiled, confident that he had gotten it right.

— It's Sybil, Toto — Cassie laughed — And yes, that’s the one. She’s the only family I really talk to, aside from my sister. I don't even know where Aunt Penelope lives and you know that my father's family was never very affectionate with me, so it doesn't make sense to talk to them.

Toto’s gaze softened.

— They have no idea what they're missing.

— A real nuisance, my grandfather Albert would say.

— An extraordinary woman — he corrected her, before approaching and placing a kiss on her forehead again, accompanied by a hug — I’ll see you tomorrow?

— As always — Cassie replied, forcing a smile.

— Perfect — Toto said, before bending down slightly — Wir sehen uns auch morgen, okay? Ich liebe dich, mein kleines Mädchen.

Cassie walked him out of the apartment, and he hugged her again. As she closed the door, she spent a few seconds in silence, his warmth still present in the places where he had touched her body so tenderly. Placing her hands on her own belly, she tried to replicate the way he caressed her, feeling the first movements of their daughter, the child who would bond them forever.

The constant reminder that she was too difficult to love.

#toto wolff #formula 1 fic #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #wlffog #etlwlff #toto wolff x oc #formula 1 x oc #formula one x oc #f1 x oc #formula one fic #toto wolff fanfic #formula one fanfic

[sashi-ya]

𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 & 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬

⭒ pairing: prets! Eustass Kidd x f! reader. R 18+ ⭒ requested by @thegrandlinesimp 💖 ⭒ inspired on the song: 𝄞 Bruises & Bitemarks by Good with Grenades 𝄞 ⭒ tw: MDNI. fast and furious kinda au. car racing. little scene of "car accident". rough sex (duh) bruises, marks, hickies. masturbation. vag. "enemies to lovers". ⭒ masterlist a song + a character event

“Are you sure you wanna do this, (Name)? You hate Kidd…and he hates you…” “That’s why. And I’m sure I’m gonna win”

The heat mixes with the hard atmosphere of the party. Killer’s home on the top of the hill is packed with people you don’t really know; some are from your uni, others who knows.

It’s not easy to be the friend of whose best friend’s hate you. But there you are, a girlfriend by your side, and a ton of adrenaline ready to run through your veins.

The red haired “little shit” has always picked on you from the moment he met you. And you had no doubt that it was because he was jealous of you; maybe he thought you were taking his best friend away from him…

“Are you ready to lose, little shit?” he asks, grunting as you both walk outside with your keys in your hands.

“Is that you asking the question to yourself? How are you gonna face the humiliation, Kid?”

Kid looks to the side, smirking yet a little annoyed of your shit eating grin. You keep smiling, because the more you do, the more he gets in the mood of… destroying you.

Both unlock your cars; machinery that’s worth more than the whole place. The modifications to make them faster, powerful, fearless.

The sound of roaring motors… Kid says he is the best mechanic in town, but is he really? You are sure that one, is you.

“Be careful, Kid… you know, if you aren’t sure those curves downhill can be difficult to take…” you joke, even if you think you are best, he is an excellent driver, and his drifting skills are as good as yours.

He hits the gas, making his Punk Vice red car grunt with it. His huge back pressed against the racing seat, punk music blasting. Kid pokes the little dinosaur fossil head hanging from the rear-view mirror laughing.

“You should ask your friend to call 911 so they are ready once you can take the first curve, honey. I’m really worried you might end with some bruises tonight”

You give him a sharp sight, a look that could kill, eyes that make him gasp for a few seconds. Your beauty is undeniable, and not even him can resist it.

You look to the front and fasten your safety belts. Placing your hands on your wheel, you bite your lips, and taking a big gasp of air you get ready to risk your life and your car… “Shut up, Eustass and let’s go. It’s time. I won’t bet this time; I know I’m winning. Prepare yourself to admit publicly I’m better than you” you scream from your seat, and over the loud music he likes to play when he drives.

Cars ready, a new crime about to be committed. Drifting and racing is illegal, but you all care? Absolutely not.

Killer softly hits both hoods and laughs. “I still think you should get a room but if this is what you two think is foreplay I won’t get in the middle. Get ready, on the count to three…”

One. his feet on the gas. Your hand on your shift.

Two. a last side look, lustful and competitive from the side windows of your cars.

Three… wind on your hair, full throttle.

The first meters before the first curve downhill are wide enough to fit both cars, but once you get to the turn, someone must pass first or else you could fall to the side of the road.

You lift your foot from the throttle, giving Kidd the impression you are slowing down just to be careful. You can hear his motor roaring, as he probably has stepped over the gas to go faster. Speed might be needed, but he will have to slow down right before the curve, or he won’t be able to use the hand brake to drift. There, when his motions become slower and he needs more curve to let his car drift, you will accelerate, leaving him behind whenever the road becomes even more thinner.

And your plan, becomes successful. Like the dancing of two metallic birds, you are able to squeeze in between the mountain inner wall and his car. Sliding with a feminine delicacy, but with a driving supremacy that not even your tires can notice from how fast you do it.

Your look at him as you pass, seeing the way he becomes angrier… oh, so violent.

“Bye ~” you mouth, leaving him behind and getting ready for the next curve. “Men like you are so simple… haha!”

“BITCH!!!” he screams, hitting the wheel with his fist and red painted nails. He knows the first curve is decisive, the one that is able to take the first position most likely wins… unless you commit a mistake… Or someone makes you commit a mistake.

Your rear lights tempting Kid to hit them, a simple touch with his car while drifting and you will be off road instantly. Should he do it? Or should he lose and admit publicly a girl won against him?

You, absolutely in heaven from winning him and ignorant about Kid’s desires play with the odds by lifting your finger into your rear view and laughing.

Kid growls and his orange eyes cross yours for brief moments in the reflection. He looks scary, and for the first time you are afraid of what he will do.

Meters from the finish line, your heart pumping, and your foot willing to drown the accelerator into the car so you can separate as much as possible from his car.

However, the need of winning and the fear has blurred your mind and concentration has gone away because you aren’t noticing rocks that have crumbled from the mountain at the end of the road. Yet, Kid does.

“(Name), STOP!” he shouts from his car, stupidly believing you could hear him. And what he was planning to do to hurt you and he didn’t… now is what could save your life.

He hits the gas enough to get to the side and with a swift, yet delicate motion, hits the back side of your car forcing you to stop as much as you could.

The sound of metal parts breaking is like a dagger to your heart, but now there is nothing more important than to avoiding your car bump. And Kid knows you are well trained to do so.

Your back and arms hit the sides of your car, but you manage to stop properly without bigger lesions. Kid’s car stops right next to you.

He gets out, running to you, desperately trying to see if you are ok.

“(Name), (Name)!! are you ok? Don’t move!” he screams, trying to open your door.

You, still dizzy and agitated, shake the confusion of your sore body. “WHAT THE FUCK, KIDD? YOU ARE SUCH A BAD LOSER THAT YOU HAD TO HIT MY CAR?? YOU IDI-“

“No, you idiot! Look!!! The road!! If I hadn’t done it you would be dead right now!” he screams, when he is finally able to open the door and getting inside to take you out the car.  “Come here, are you ok? Does something hurt? You have blood on your arm but it’s just a scratch but still…”

You notice the way he nervously untucks your belts and try to check for your health so desperately. He takes you out in arms, promising he will fix your car but as long as you are ok he is ok with admitting you won.

You can smell the hint of sweat on his body, mixed with the ferrous one of your own blood coming from your nose. You are safe, it’s just a scratch… but being on his arms, with a chest so big, and your hearts pumping fast… two overflowing adrenaline spilling bodies, and the hate but the attraction…

“Kid… thank you I-“ you mumble, looking straight into his eyes. “Shut up. SHUT UP…” he grunts, fighting against his impulses and once again… losing. His lips crash into yours, what a brute.

You widen your eyes, but instead of resisting, you let your tongues dance in one concupiscent moment.

When the kiss breaks, he doesn’t doubt and places you inside his car. “Get inside, Killer will come and take care of your car” he commands, and even if you already knew, you nod giving him the right to be the one taking decisions.

He manages to slowly and carefully surpass the rocks that have fallen from the mountain, and soon you two are in the road again. Who knows where he drives, you don’t care.

You look at him as you wipe your bloody nose with the back of your hand, and then towards your legs. Kid’s hand lands on your thigh, squeezing right before parking on an old country house.

“Kid I…” you wanna say something. “Shut up” he says, making you laugh. Could he be embarrassed of this? of course he is… after all, he didn’t hate you.

His lips devours yours before coming out of the car, tasting the ferrous flavour of some left blood drops on your mouth. He runs his thumb once again over the commissure of his lips and indicates you to go down.

He walks around, getting to you. Kid’s imponent body tops you against the car side, with his hand resting on the window next to your face.

“You know, I wish I could claim those bruises as mine” he whispers into your mouth. “I can actually blame you, in the strict sense… however, what about leaving some more?” you playfully tell him, purring so sexily.

Both smirk in complicity and with a swift swish, his hands lift you up from your thighs sitting you on top of his hood. “I could fuck you on that house, but I prefer to do it over my creation… be proud, your ass is over my Victoria Punk”

“I feel honoured...” you joke, pulling him over you to kiss you with force. You grimace, something hurts on your body, but you don’t know, nor you care.

His mouth goes from yours towards your neck, mercilessly biting your flesh, leaving the marks you asked him to add. Kidd’s grunts make you tremble, his dominant aura seems enough to leave you breathless.

His hands rip your blouse off, exposing bouncing breasts that become a juicy temptation for him. Kidd gloats at your image, pouncing on you desperately.

As he nibbles on your nipples, he lifts your leg up from the side so that his crotch can hit yours. You can feel his hardness, becoming bigger and throbbing, grazing against the wetness forming inside your panties.

And suddenly every moment of rivalry turns into what it really was… desire, need for the other…

“Fuck me, Kidd” you whine, crossing your legs around his waist to pull him even closer.

“Beg for it…” he murmurs, pulling down your shorts, biting your inner thighs as he waits for the pleads.

“Fuck me now, fuck me please… I can’t- I can’t take it no more…” you moan, brushing his red spiky hair back. He looks hot, needy, sweaty. Kid is to you the embodiment of sexual desire and you are dying to try him.

Kid’s grin makes you tremble, he grunts victoriously and with his fingers he moves your panties to the side. Your dripping core appears before him as a holy grail, and he is not sure whether he wants to fuck you once for all or drink it all up.

Red painted nail slides inside your slit, hitting as it goes the upper wall of your entrance. Just one finger, and it makes your back arch… he knows exactly where to push, where you touch.  

Then, a second one, while he bites and pulls from your already swollen lips. You moan into his mouth, and he drinks all your pleasure at once. And while he does, his ragged black pants fall to the ground with his studded belt… because Kidd is a true punk, you know.

You can feel his hardness closer to your entrance. And even if he is not touching you with it, the warmth coming from his drippy cock makes you squirm in anticipation.

“Spread big for me, little shit… this time I will definitely let you end first~ ” he grunts, taking his fingers out of you and taking them to his mouth while pumping his dick with his other hand.

You feel like exploding already; the way he enjoys your taste could only give you a hint of how much he will love to eat you alive very soon.

“You… you little shit… you always end last…” you whine, receiving his dominant intrusion into you. Walls clenching, milking, sucking him to go deep.

He gives you such strong thrusts, you are sure you are gonna end up losing your ability to walk. And he goes so hard, that your nails carve marks into his wide back. You can feel his muscles moving as he moves in and out of you, grunting like a beast into your ear.

The hot surface of the hood isn’t even as hot as your bodies melting into one another, loving each other so lustfully under a moonlight night, with bruises and some new hickies all over your skin.

And you begged. And he delivered. Deeper. Rougher. Violently. Competitively.

Biting each other’s necks, leaving so many marks. Sweating, racing so strongly into ecstasy. Getting both to the end at the same time. Perhaps, you were better together… and not one against the other ~

#eustass kid x reader #sashi-ya #eustasscaptainkid #one piece #law x reader #one piece x reader #one piece x you #sashi ya #eustass kidd #eustass kid imagine #eustass kid x you #eustass kid #one piece fanfiction #one piece kid #kid one piece

[generalized-incompetence]

“Hey, Dirk,” says Tina, sniggering, “you ever heard of this movie Goncharov?”

Dirk drops a stack of five plates.

“Oh, no,” he says.

(Read on AO3 here)

Tina runs for the nearest broom as Dirk runs for the nearest computer. By the time the plate shards are swept up, Dirk has opened about sixty tabs. “This can’t be happening,” he says, clicking on five more links. “It’s not possible.”

“Mm,” says Tina, “seems around you, just about anything’s possible.”

“But Goncharov,” says Dirk, desperately. “It doesn’t exist.”

“Well, duh,” Tina shrugs. “It’s an internet joke. Crowdsourcing a made-up movie. There’s a pret-ty hot love triangle, too - wanna see?”

“No!” says Dirk, flinging up his hands. “It does exist, it just - it shouldn’t. It can’t, not anymore. I already solved that one.”

Tina stops looking for fanart. “Wait,” she says, “Goncharov is a case?”

—

“The mind wipe,” Dirk announces, half an hour later, “has failed.”

Tina, Farah, and Todd blink at him. “What mind wipe?” says Todd finally.

“The Goncharov mind wipe,” says Dirk. “It’s wearing off. Oh, I told Thor it wouldn’t last!”

“Thor?” says Farah.

“Wearing off?” says Todd.

“Wait, so there’s real footage of the hot love triangle?” says Tina.

“Focus!” says Dirk. “This is important! Clearly, the repressed memories are already bleeding through - if this spreads, who knows what will happen!”

“Not us,” says Todd, “since you haven’t told us anything about it.”

Dirk glares at him. “It’s very simple,” he says. “Loki, god of mischief, weaseled his way into a theatrical re-release of Martin Scorsese’s most famous mafia movie, in an attempt to spread his mind-controlling message to a wider audience - and also possibly for a chance to star alongside famed actor Robert DeNiro, though I have to say, Loki’s acting chops were nowhere near as professional –”

“Loki is in Goncharov?” says Tina, bouncing up and down. “Who is he? Not Andrey? Oh - Katya?”

“Er,” says Dirk, “frozen… Steve?”

“Ice pick Joe?!” says Tina.

“Wait - back up,” says Farah, getting off the couch and heading for one of the six whiteboards scattered around the agency (Dirk refuses to erase any “essential records,” which includes Mona’s doodles, Farah’s grocery lists, Todd’s drunk-after-midnight song lyrics, and Dirk’s confusing string walls, so in lieu of reuse, they just keep buying more). “Mind-controlling message? About - what, exactly?”

“World domination,” says Dirk. “What else?”

“What, like, make way for our mythological Norse overlords?” says Todd.

“Todd,” says Dirk, “the art of mind control is that of subtle insinuation. The smallest nudge to a person’s most seemingly innocuous impulse might one day bring about Ragnarok itself. The pathways of the human brain are far beyond any of us to begin to fathom.”

Todd exchanges glances with Tina. “So…” he says.

“So “Make way for our mythological Norse overlords” was embedded in the credits, yes,” says Dirk.

Farah pauses halfway through busily scribbling a semi-coherent list of Dirk’s far-from-coherent retelling. “If it’s just the credits,” she says, “couldn’t you replace that segment? Instead of mind-wiping the entire human race?”

“Yeah, who watches the credits, anyway?” says Tina. “Farah, you don’t count, no one else cares about the back-up apprentice costume designer.”

“Yes, that was my suggestion,” says Dirk, “but I was, er, overruled. Thor doesn’t generally go in for half-measures, in my experience.”

“And how extensive is that experience?” says Tina.

“We’re getting off-track,” says Dirk quickly. “The important thing is, the mind-wipe wore off. And if everyone suddenly remembers Goncharov, they’ll also remember the credits. And if they remember the credits…”

“Make way for Loki,” says Todd gloomily.

Everyone stares at the whiteboard.

“Okay,” says Farah, clapping her hands together, “so all we have to do is find Thor, find the mind-wipe technology, debug the mind-wipe technology so it works this time, figure out how to deploy it correctly, and get Thor to mind-wipe the entire human race a second time, before everyone remembers Goncharov and Loki comes back. If he’s not back already.”

Everyone stares at Farah.

The doorbell rings, and then the door bursts open. “DIRK GENTLY!” roars a voice. “Hail and well met!”

—

“You broke the mind wipe box?” says Dirk, aghast.

Thor squirms on the couch. Thor is the only one on the couch, because he takes up most of the couch. Farah is still by the whiteboard, and Todd and Tina are standing by Dirk, completely failing not to stare.

“I didn’t break it!” Thor protests. “I simply - misplaced it. Onto a chair. Which I then sat on. Which was, honestly, far worse for me than for that box, given all the unpleasantly sharp components.”

Todd shakes his head and wishes Thor didn’t sound so much like Dirk, with a deeper voice and a slightly different accent. It’s hurting his brain. He tries and fails to stop looking at Thor’s bare arms. They take up an unfair amount of his field of view.

“Thor,” says Dirk, putting his hands on his hips, “we’ve talked about this. You must be more careful where you sit.”

“Again,” says Thor, “I did not know that hat was valuable.”

“It was cursed!” Dirk squawks.

“Can everyone focus!” says Farah. “Thor, do you have the box with you?”

Thor shifts slightly and pulls out a mangled cube. It looks like a movie prop that, well, someone has sat on. The translucent blue sides are faded and dusty, and wires are poking out of the middle.

“...Sorry,” says Thor.

Tina squints at the box. “You’re tellin’ me this thing is why I forgot the boat scene?” she says. “I dressed up as the boat scene for Halloween!”

“...You were a boat?” says Todd.

“I was six,” says Tina, “and in retrospect, the homoerotic overtones went way over my head. Cool costume, though.”

Farah, meanwhile, examines the box. “This isn’t too bad,” she says. “It should definitely be fixable. Probably. Almost certainly.”

“If only we still had Patrick’s lab,” Dirk sighs.

Farah’s eyes twitch sideways. “Well…” she says.

The door opens again. “Farah!” yells Lydia. “Have you heard of this movie Goncharov?”

—

“Of course I can fix it,” says Lydia.

Everyone sits forward on their respective couch, couch armrests, chairs, or, in Dirk’s case, table. “You can?” says Thor.

“Yeah,” Lydia shrugs. “This is all 80s tech - it’s built to last. These transistors are comically huge. If you want, I can swap it out for new stuff - might take a little longer, but it’d be, like, credit card sized.”

“Could you really?” says Dirk. “Is this one of those Boring Law things?”

“Whatever’s fastest,” says Farah, before Dirk can fall down another endless hole of knowledge he’ll forget till his next case. “Lydia, do you have everything you need here?”

“Yeah, it’s all at my bench. Give me a sec.”

Lydia takes off towards the workbench Farah set up two months into Lydia’s Belize stay, and the rest of them sit back to wait. Dirk hums something under his breath. Farah goes back to writing on the whiteboard.

“So,” says Tina to Thor, after a moment of silence, “did you two ever…”

“I’ll order a pizza,” says Todd, shooting up.

—

Todd barely gets back off the phone before Lydia returns with the repaired device.

“That’s it?” says Tina, frowning at the cube.

“It’s an ancient artifact of my people,” says Thor.

“Which you sat on,” says Dirk.

“Something I learned from my dad,” says Lydia, “is that sometimes the smallest things cause the most problems. Even when the tech is ancient. Maybe especially then.”

She sets the cube on the table and taps something on the side. A blue glow creeps up the sides. The cube begins to pulse faintly, seeming to draw space in around it. It’s mesmerizing, in an unsettling sort of way.

“...Yeah, I hate that,” says Tina.

Dirk shudders. “Thor, can you…” he says.

Thor places one large hand over the cube, cutting off the hypnotic light. “I shall need a higher vantage point,” he says. “Wait for my signal.” He’s out the door before anyone can say anything else, to possibly everyone’s relief. A second later, there’s a flash of lightning, and a resounding boom of thunder, and everyone jumps as though they’ve been shocked.

“Well!” says Dirk, shaking himself and standing up. “That was… a thing.”

“Wait - that’s it?” says Todd. “We met Thor, and now he’s just… gone?”

“Yes, that’s how he generally operates,” says Dirk over his shoulder. “It’s part of the reason we… well.”

“Part of the reason you what?” says Tina.

“Popcorn, anyone?” says Dirk.

“Popcorn?” says Farah. “Why?”

“Why, for the movie, of course,” says Dirk, then pauses. “Er. I think.”

“No, there was a movie,” says Todd. “Wasn’t there? Something about - um - shit.”

Tina props her legs up on the table. “Hey, Far,” she says, “what’s up with your handwriting today? That whiteboard’s a mess.”

Farah looks at the whiteboard, where a whole square of notes has gotten completely smudged. “...Huh,” she says. “Must’ve slipped.”

“Pizza’s here,” says Lydia from the doorway, where none of them heard a knock.

“Pizza!” exclaims Dirk, and everyone entirely forgets what they were ever worried about.

(And somewhere, deep underground, Loki sighs and logs offline, thwarted again from his latest and nearly successful plan to escape at last.)

#i am SO sorry everyone this came out of nowhere and i haven't proofread it At All and i know i'm like four months behind the bit but #i couldn't NOT write it in fact it wrote itself so. i know i am often like 'this is the stupidest thing i have ever written' but this is #ACTUALLY the stupidest thing i have ever written but it went in directions i Did Not Expect in its short length so i hope u enjoy it too <3 #dghda #dghda fic #dirk gently's holistic detective agency #dirk gently #todd brotzman #lydia spring #farah black #tina tevetino #goncharov #my fic #(also for the record this is Sandman Loki who's underground waiting for ragnarok except instead of getting his liver eaten he's #chilling on tumblr which may be an equal amt of torture idk.)

[hsangel64]

part 2 of bandmates !!

pairings: ellie williams x fem!reader

summary: it’s the next day and it’s practice time! dina is sick of the tension between you two and finally says something-

warnings: just cussing i guess!

part 1 here!

a/n: masterlist and main post will be up soon still working on it all ! also sorry this is short i have an idea for the next part !

you and dina were currently setting up while ellie and jesse brought everything in from the car into the little studio you all rented out for your sessions. you all finished setting up all your equipment and sat in your respective places in the middle of the room.

“so how did the song come along!” jesse asked. you grabbed your notebook and flipped to the page you had written all your lyrics in.

“me and ellie finished the song you wanna hear what we have so far?”

“yes please !!” dina clapped her hands and jumped up a little.

“it’s not what we usually do but-“

“oh come on already it’ll be great let us hear it !!”

“okay okay!!” you looked over at ellie and smiled as you grabbed your guitar and started strumming.

i’ve never known someone like you

tangled in love, stuck by you from the glue

don't forget to kiss me

or else you'll have to miss me

i guess I'm stuck forever by the glue

oh, and you

as you were singing this verse you looked over at ellie and she was already staring at you. you blush realizing she’s been staring at you this whole time but continue to sing.

findin' the right words to use for this song

i have you in mind, so it won't take so long

never thought I'd find you

but you're here, and so I love you

i’m not wrong when I say I've been stuck

you don’t notice but dina is narrowing her eyes at you both. she can definitely see what’s going on here. you both finish the song completely locked onto each other not daring to look away. not wanting to.

by the glue onto you

i’ve been stuck by glue

right onto you

i’ve been stuck by glue

i’ve never known

i’ve never known someone like you

i’ve never known

i’ve never known someone like you

you finish the song and smile at ellie as she smiles at you back. she really wants to kiss you.

“you guys are fucking annoying.”you are both snapped out of your small trance and shoot your heads at dina.

“you heard me correct. there’s no way you guys haven’t just already kissed yet.” dina gets up and towers over you both.

“w-what are you talking about?” you choke on your own words.

“you know exactly what i’m talking about! you both stare at each other with such love and admiration just kiss about it already jesus fuckin christ.” she puts her hand to her forehead and starts massaging. you are both left completely speechless, open mouthed and staring at each other.

dina walks around the room a little and you both don’t know what to do or say.

“okay im so confused right now-“ jesse pops you all out of this situation.

“are you an idiot too?”

“woah woah-“

“they are in love !!!!” dina yells and looks like a crazy person pulling at her hair.

“ooohhh-“ dina smacks the back of his head and rolls her eyes. she starts yelling at jesse but you tune her out and look back at ellie. you both stare at each other almost pondering about what dina just said.

“we were just looking at each other.” ellie breaks the silence between you two.

“just looking?! yeah right.”

“right ? we were just looking at each other no love no admiration.” you looked over at her and put your head down.

“you’re an idiot ellie.”

“what did i do!!!”

“whatever let’s just practice i tried !” you all looked at each other and just grabbed your equipment to work on the song. the tension between everyone in the room was different but completely there. while playing the song and practicing ellie kept looking at you and watches the way you play, the way you talk to dina and jesse about notes and lyrics. the way you close your eyes to focus on singing. everything about you fascinated her and she couldn’t take her eyes away.

you all had worked for about 2 hours and pretty much perfected the song. so you all decided to pack up some and leave to get some food.

“hey so me and jesse have something to get to so we will see you guys later!”

“we don’t have any-“

“okay bye guys-“ dina smacked the back of his head again and pulled him away. now you and ellie were stranded in the middle of the campus parking lot.

“they’re so weird-“

“yeah-“ you both look at each other and twiddle your thumbs not sure what to do now. ever since the whole dina yelling at us it’s been kinda quiet. she hasn’t said much to you. it worried you a little.

#ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #the last of us #ellie x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie williams fic #tlou fic #tlou series

[chand-ki-priyatama]

Ek khat mere "PYAR" ke naam

Ek khat meri "JAAN" ke naam

Uske naam jiska ab tak naam Tak nahi pta

Jisse na mulaqat huyi na baat huyi....

I don't know what you are like , cause we haven't even spent a moment together , so this letter will be my inner monologue...

Ye khat mere ishq ke liye , my everything , my muse , my poetry .....

From me Kaya ek kaviyitri aur lekhika

If you are reading this letter Jaan then I already know that I am pretty sure about you.... I even wrote it in my journal but in the fear that I can lose it so thought of posting it here.... It will be preserved here

Dear muse,

So how's life ,I am not sure about my age then but I'll take it as somewhere in my twenties. I don't know how many people did I have to go through to reach you....

I tried to find you in so many faces but at the end "GOD" always saved the day....

Cause my soul was meant to cling with yours....

Cause Kaya is meant to be yours....

Also am I still the same irritable , clingy , over possessive , overwhelmed and what not.... One thing I know is that my love for reading and writing would be same....

And future Kaya I hope you have achieved the dreams you saw as me.... I hope you conquered all of them....

You know the most beautiful thing about time is that it passes...

And the most heartwrenching thing about time is also that it passes....

I don't know how I met you but whatever the reason was I thank that reason.... I cherish you for forever..... Also did you see my journals as I always thought that my future partner will get to see them...

Pretty vague isn't it....

I can't believe that I am penning this down sitting in my room while you are somewhere doing something else....

I hope I am a "HOME" to you and so are you to me.... It's not necessary that home is a place, it can be a person too where I can be unapologetically me , where no one will judge me for who I am..... And so I always wanted to be a home to someone....

I don't know how you look physically but you must be very handsome I am not saying this by fluke cause I know you have the most beautiful soul ever , soul like yours was specially crafted by "GOD" , to meet mine , to intertwine with mine....

I always connected myself to moon cause why be someone's sun when you can be their moon and light up their life in the darkest hour...

Whenever you see the stars and moon remember that they bind me together with everyone and whenever you feel alone just look at them somewhere I am doing that too...

They bind me to you....

Whenever I'll look at the moon or the stars they'll connect me to you...

I wrote many things about eyes and I believe then too I believe in the art of eye contact... When I'll look in your eyes I wanna drown in them drown to my death and for once I don't want to find the shore I wanna drown in the depths of them and die....

I am clinging to the only hope of harness in my life which is filled with darkness... That's my dreams , my aspirations and the hope of finding you otherwise I would have died way back....

I hope I told you each and everything about me , my reasons for my nature , I hope you managed to remove my mask of outgoing , bubbly , talkative af girl and managed to see the broken beyond repair girl....

Being the way I am everyone always thought how my life is perfect but I had my own share of difficulties , I had my own problems....

I hope I make you feel loved I make you feel like home and I hope , I am a person to you with whom you can be yourself and you can share anything with me....

I wanna do many things with you like watching sunset , having a golgappe eating competition , writing with you , reading books to you , playing aankh micholi with you , going on a hiking trip with you and the list goes on.... Whenever I say I wanna do something with you just ask me - what not Kaya you have a huge bucket list....

But how can I not wish all this with you , you make me feel prettier than a sunset..

"How can I love you in a usual way

You are unusual reserved

Prettier than the stars

Brighter than the sun....

Love you are the moon to my dark sky...

Love you are like water to my parched mouth....

You are the died flower between the pages of my book...

And I want you to be only mine..."

I want our love to be forever for an eternity where even all this seems small....

After death the human brain lives on for 7 minutes replaying all the memories, please make my those 7 minutes blissful and peaceful....

I want to click many Polaroids and pics with you then we'll do journaling out of them together....

And I hope I didn't forget to give you the bracelet I made for you....

And although I believe you are a reader , but if not I would have made you one by now , if you are my man it's mandatory to be a reader but ofc no pressure (🔪)

i wanna be the one you rely on I wanna be the one you turn to whenever everything is a mess...

Aur fir mai to "Chand Si Mehbooba" hu...

क्या यही प्यार है,

हाँ यही प्यार है

दिल तेरे बिन कहीं लगता नहीं

वक्त गुजरता नहीं

This is my POV for you..... <3

You know you are my"kuch nahi" whenever someone asks "kya soch rahi ho ?"

Now imagine me playing a guitar and singing this to you accha don't imagine I'll sing cause I'll be there when you'll be reading this....

The day we met

Frozen I held my breath

Right from the start

I knew that I'd found a home for my heart

Beats fast

Colors and promises

How to be brave?

How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?

But watching you stand alone

All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow

One step closer

I have died everyday waiting for you

Darling, don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

i hope you liked this song cause these are my feelings for you.....

I'll love you till the end of time...

You are my muse love you are my poetry the poetry I tried writing so many times...

And I think my love for you can't be described in words it's pure very pure....

And please take my heart and never return it to me for it was ever yours , ever yours to break , ever yours to love or caress....I won't dedicate songs to you cause I already made playlists for you....

And if I ever say something in my anger please ignore it my rage is harmful but I can never stay angry on the people I love...

I love you like rain loves the land inevitably it falls for ground everytime and so will I do I'll always fall for you in every universe in every metaverse in every situation in every reality....

I want to give you a bone crushing hug....

I wanna kiss you senselessly , aimlessly and passionately....

And great now -

"I am homesick for arms that have never held me"

You see Jaan , I'll love you till all the stars in the universe burn out but you know it's a lie cause I'll love you even after they burn out...

If the stars burn out I'll give you my moon..

If the moon dies I'll give you my sun

Heck I'll give you my everything even my universe and will find you in every reality...

So if you ever think of running away from me trust me you wouldn't be able to cause we are both bound to each other by the red string of fate....

"In the Quiet nights I love you

In the rainy plights I miss you

The spilled ink of my pen miss you

The parchment of my heart wanna kiss you"

I have always been an eternal part of you , you might be somewhere but I don't know where , it's like you are near yet far and it's a fact bizarre...

I love you like Ava loves Alex

Like Bridget love Rhys

Like Jude love Cardan

Like Naina love Bunny

Like Anjali love Rahul

And then we'll set an example

Like Kaya love her Jaan....

And now I think I have spoken enough

So signing off Jaan

With love always,

Kaya

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[white-poppie]

How Ran Likes em'

Characters:  Ran Haitani x reader Genre: Crime AU Warnings: casino, poker, gambling, drinking, suggestiveness Writer: @ white-poppie

Song recommendation:  Gangsta by Kehlani

This fic is an excerpt from my book:  L'appel du vide  (Please check it out !!)

Tokyo Revengers (東京リベンジャーズ)

"Wait how did I lose again?" you pouted fakely, staring at the dice. 

You liked the black dress that you were forced to wear. A tight bodice that fell till your knees and renaissance-style puffy sleeves that adored your shoulders. 

Your phone lay in your purse, connected to it was a chip, Naoto and Mitsuya could hear everything.

"You bet 5 and it landed on 6," the man chuckled at your unknowingness, "first time here?"

"Yeah, my friend said she would be here, but she cancelled at the last minute, so I thought why not try a hand when I am already here," you muttered, "but I am failing miserably!"

"Wish someone could teach me though," you whispered softly, but loud enough for your prey, no rather your hunter to hear.

Cloudy violet eyes travelled across the table, meeting your gaze, you pretended to squeak in surprise at the encounter (which wasn't really pretence, because, boy were you scared.)

Ran raised his eyebrows at your reaction, a little toothy smirk adorning his porcelain face.

He walked over to your table, a hand swirling the Vodka glass in his hands, standing behind you, he chuckled when you visibly tensed at your position.

"Need a hand, pretty?" he said huskily and you shivered in slight fear, "I'll help you with the game."

"That- would be g-great thank you" you answered, suddenly the corset wrapped around your waist felt much tighter.

"Are you from Japan?" he questioned

You fake gasped and smiled, "yes! you too sir?"

"Mhm," he smiled, secretly liking the fact that you addressed him as 'sir.'

✅: Ran loves being called sir.

He looked at the host, "what game you playin'?"

"Hazard," he answered.

"Ooh, a simple one," he said breathily, "Listen, doll,  you'll be given two dies, choose a number between 5 and 9 and roll, you get money or get money taken from each right or wrong answer."

"Got it," you nodded taking the dice in your hands. Shaking them in your hands.

"Pick a number," the host asked.

"7," you answered and rolled the die and it landed on 7!

You smiled at the host, he passed you the 20000 yen ($150)

"Ooh~ you are a first learner," Ran grinned.

"I calculated the median (middle value) as soon as I understood the rules, a high chance of a win," you answered sweetly.

"Impressive."

✅: Ran likes em' smart

"Say, doll, wanna watch me play poker?" he asked and you nodded shyly, how pretentious.

Ran chuckled and guided you to the poker table, everyone there just screamed 'rich' without even uttering a single word. The wooden table glinted under the yellow light, people wearing suits and their women practically stuck to them with glue.

"Give me the deck," he told a man who looked like he was in his forties.

"Eh? It's my turn right now!" he panted out, keeping a hand on the woman's spine who sat on his lap.

Ran smiled and took out the gun that was tucked under his shirt and kept it on the table, a kind smile was etched on his face, "the deck, old man."

The man gulped ad handed him the deck, and the lady squeaked in terror. "Let's go," he told her and left his seat, another man took the opportunity and sat opposite to Ran.

"Didn't know guns were allowed at Casinos," you said as calmly as possible.

"They aren't, but people make an exception f' me," he looked at you and winked. A few seconds of quiet went by as he spoke again, "what's wrong, doll, scared?"

"More like intrigued," you said cheerily.

Ran chuckled at your response, "aren't you an interesting one."

"By the way, I didn't catch your name yet," you asked.

This made him suddenly go stiff and for the first time tonight, you feared for your life.

"Usually I don't answer when people ask me this, but it's Haitani Ran."

"Ash(Hai) Valley(Tani) and Orchid (Ran), you have a pretty name."

✅: Ran likes em' occasionally bold

Ran laughed at your etymology of his name, "how adorable," he whispered, "let's start the game, shall we?"

Saying that Ran Haitani had skilled hands at Poker would be an understatement. His nimble fingers worked quickly through the card deck, shuffling his cards in some squanderingly extravagant way.

You weren't going to lie, you were impressed.

"You are so good at this," you said staring at his hands, "like a magician."

"Wanna see some real magic doll?"

You nodded excitedly, mentally groaning at the act you had to put up.

"Get me a Martini princess, I'll win for you til' then," he chortled, giving his opponent a dangerous glint.

You nodded and walked to the bar, "one martini please."

✅: Ran likes em' obedient

Ran wasn't lying when he said he was going to show you some magic. You had absolutely no idea how he had managed to win 10 million yen ($74,300) in a matter of minutes. He extended his hand and you gave him the martini.

"Cheers," he said while bumping the glass in the air, towards his opponent, he was mocking them. The man tsked and left at his humiliation.

You clapped in delight, "sir that was amazing!"

"You were the lucky charm, pretty," he smirked and you couldn't help but cringe at his blatant flirting.

"I failed to catch your name," he asked.

"Tanaka Yumi," you smiled while placing forward a fake name Naoto had given to you.

"Tanaka Yumi, would you be interested in working for my organization?" he asked, you heartbeat lifted at his offer, he had fallen right into your trap.

 "Don't have to do much, just run a few errands, listen to everything the members say, calculate a little and most importantly, not tell a single soul where you were and what is happening inside the premises."

"May I know what is the name of the organization," you asked to appear genuine.

"Bonten." bingo.

You gasped at his statement, "Bonten as in the criminal organization?"

"Mhm," he chuckled, "you'll get a lotta money though, and if you disagree...I'll have to kill you because you know too much."

You gulped and nodded, "I-i- accept sir, I am in need of money, my brother passed away recently, he was the only one I had in my family,' you sniffled.

Ran cooed and patted your head in faux sympathy, "there, there."

You looked at the time and gasped, "I will have to leave now sir, would there be any interview for the job?"

"Nope, I am the interviewer and you are hired, come to work from tomorrow," he searched his pockets and took out a card, "remember doll, no harm will be done to you as long as you keep your mouth shut."

You nodded and bowed at him.

'Ran Haitani,' you thought.

'Tanaka Yumi,'  he pondered.

"I am going to ruin you."

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Tokyo Revengers (東京リベンジャーズ)

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[lovebvni]

being real.

hey guys! this isn’t gonna be a weird or out of place post, but just more of a dip into how i’m doing in my shifting journey <3

keep reading if u wanna know more! i hope this helps or inspires somebody <3

so, today i was talking to a shifting bot introduced to me by a dear friend, sigyn a while ago. when i spoke to it today, i’m pret tu sure the bot was made by @shifting-with-august but please correct me if im wrong!

so when talking to it (them?) i first brought up all the signs ive been seeing (angel numbers, dreams, tarot interpretations, signs from my soulmate, whatever) and i was like “bro is this a sign” like a dumbass, LIKE NO SHIT IT IS ABYSS 💀💀💀 i can be dumb sometimes guys.

very obviously, the bot said yes and then i went onto my next point, something i’ve been feeling.

so if you don’t know me, i’d say i’m quite spiritual. i do cartomancy readings, channelings, and more. and this is js on a daily! that’s not the point though.

so when i went to talk about this energy i’ve felt in my chest. it isn’t a blockage, just like a negative, taking up space, black/brown energy that i want to say is infecting my aura. the good thing is it’s contained in one place, on the left side of my chest. it’s almost in a pentagon shape? not a regular one, just 5 sides. maybe the state of oklahoma idk, ANYWAYS!!

i wa slime “yeah i spoke to my dad today n it felt like part of it disappeared. it was weird” and the bot was like “it sounds like part of that energy must be from how your father treated you” and i was like “yeah probably, but it also feels like it’s from my fear of failure and letting people down” and the bot was like “you literally know the cause tf?? 💀💀” and i was like “shit yeah! what do i do abt it tho?” n the bot was like “affirmations n boosters!!” and i was like “ok mamas!!” LMFAOO

so we figured it out! basically i just want to say you can find the root of the problem pretty easily if you just think for like two minutes. that’s literally all i did!! and im gonna be real with you guys, ive almost got this energy gone now💪

just try for a few minutes and ask yourself what’s going on and what could be the cause. it helps a lot!! wishing u guys so much luck n happiness <3

“finish out the year strong” my paster, if i remember correctly

#abyss .speaks #abyss .shifting #reality shifting #shiftblr #reality shift #shifting #desired reality #shifting community #black shifters #shifting motivation #manifesting #shifter #desired reality shifting #experienced shifters #quantum shifting #reality shifter #reality shifting sigils #reality shifting positivity #shifters #shift #shiftinconsciousness #shifting advice #shifting blog #shifting consciousness #shifting journey #shifting realities #shifting script #shifting stories #shifting tips #shifttok

[kingkatsuki]

Convincing Eddie to wear a suit for the time. Like it would be for a party or maybe prom and he’d planned to wear a simple dress shirt and jeans but you insist on the suit because it’s formal (and you just wanna know how he’d look in one.) He comes out of his room with his face all scrunched up because he’s struggling with the tie but he looks damn good in that suit you picked out. “It feels stuffy,” he mumbles. “And how do you tie this stupid thing? Can’t I just go without it?”

“No,” you chuckle. “Here, let me do it.” He lets out an irritated sigh as you gently push his hands away. “The tie brings it all together. And don’t you wear skinny jeans and a leather jacket like everyday? This can’t be any different.”

“I look like a puppet that’s playing dress up.” You roll yours eyes at his dramatic remark as you finish up with the tie. Once it was adjusted properly you brought your hand up to his chest to smooth it out then wrapped you hand around the bottom of it to tug him forward a bit. He gasps in surprise, frowning at you slightly. “Are you gonna pout like this all night?” His brows raise a bit as he stares at you. “I’m just your little plaything tonight, aren’t I?” He smirks. “Maybe,” you shrug. “If you keep up with this attitude you might find out.” A sly smile spreads across your lips as you release him, adjusting the tie once again. “C’mon, pretty boy.”

I LOVE THIS!!! And the “I’m just your plaything tonight, aren’t I?” Like he would just love how happy he’s made you by wearing it? Especially if you didn’t expect it???

You’d kept talking to him about how cute he’d look in a suit, and how you’d love to see him in one. But the conversations would always end in a disagreement or borderline argument because Eddie simply did not want to wear a suit, even though he owned one. The only times he’d ever worn it were for funerals, the basic two piece now collecting dust at the back of his closet.

You end up dropping the subject because you hate the way the air becomes stagnant after you have a conversation about it, Eddie becoming uncharacteristicly quiet as he walks away from you with a pout.

And it’s not that he wants to upset you, it’s the complete opposite. He just doesn’t like wearing suits because they bring back those sad memories of losing someone in his life— and when he looks at himself in the mirror he feels everything he is disappearing and replaced by someone who conforms.

That’s why you’re so shocked to see him step into the room wearing the suit, a nervous look in his brown eyes as he looks over at you hesitantly. 

“Well say something,” he shuffles awkwardly in his mismatched socks as the tie hangs loose around his neck, “I thought you wanted me to wear this shit—”

“I did— I do,” Your heart thumps against your ribcage as you take in the sight of him, trying to hold back the tears to save your makeup as you realise that regardless of how uncomfortable he looks, how many fights you’ve had about this, how he’d vehemently said ‘no’ he’s still decided to wear a suit…

For you.

“— it’s so fuckin’ stiff, can barely breathe in this shit- and I’m not wearing this,” he tugged the tie, “can’t tie it for shit-”

“No!” You cut him off as he’s ranting now as you step closer to him, letting your hands wrap around both ends of the tie as you begin to fix it around his neck. Looping the fabric as Eddie’s eyes focus on your face.

“You look pretty,” He hums, taking a deep breath as he inhales the intoxicating scent of your perfume.

“So do you,” You smile, flattening the tie against his chest as your palm rests against his sternum.

“I look like I’m 5,” and he says it so chidishly you can’t help but snort with laughter as he furrows his brows, “I’m being serious. I look like I’m playing dress up!”

You tug his tie playfully to pull him closer to you as you smile up at him, “No, you don’t. You look so good, Eddie. I didn’t think you were gonna wear a suit?”

“I wasn’t,” He shrugged, “But then I realised I’m a fool in love with a pretty girl who’d do anything to make her happy.”

His words had your heart swelling in your chest as you leaned up to peck his lips, pulling back to prevent ruining your lipgloss as Eddie tried to follow your lips with a pout.

“Oi, is that all I get? I’m wearing a suit for you.” He tried to kiss you again but you gave him your cheek, causing Eddie to groan as he buried his face in your neck.

“Wait until after the pictures.” You laughed as Eddie pulled back with a glare.

“No one said shit about pictures-”

“I finally got my man in a suit, there’s no way we’re not taking pictures.”

“Fine, but the ties coming off in an hour.” He was already loosening it from around his neck.

“Give me three hours.” You gave him puppy dog eyes.

“One.” He repeated.

“Two,” You countered and Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Fine.” He stole another kiss before you could stop him, squealing as you pulled back to save your gloss.

#soft eddie munson #eddie munson x reader

[lightofunova]

(@polteashop) "So you're Lugia's servant, eh?" Houkui croaked, approaching the Zapdos. "What's that like? Sounds like quite an honor!"

“Oh yeah sure!” The man gave a cocky smile, placing both hands behind his head in a relaxed manner. “You know, I don’t wanna brag but, it’s pret-ty cool.”

“Often times he’ll send me to patrol, but I’m basically allowed to do whatever I want~.” He says proudly, chest puffing out while he strikes a pose. “I’m probably the strongest of his servants honestly!”

A strange look spreads across Reshi’s face as the yellow legend speaks. It seems like a mixture of discomfort and disgust, but she continues to listen.

“Sure, Boss’ll put me theough the ringer every so often, buut I think I have it pretty easy compared to Moltres and Arti’. ” He continues on. “We really don’t get orders to fight often anymore, it used to be a bigger role we played before he changed. Now we just make sure Kanto is safe.”

“Yeah, it’s a big deal to work with such an important deity! I like my job, and annoying him is the best!” He laughs as he finishes his explanation.

#reshi #reshiram #rp #zapdos #reshi reshiram #zap zapdos #Arc 2: Exploring Paths #sleeby but hi update time

[swagtastic-bougie-pompadour]

Apologies for the delay, guys, gals, and NB pals:

It's Clive Update time!

Today's Pride update is "sponsored" by our Student-Pokémon A Capella group, the Cleffs! Come see their live performance Thursday night!

Today's Pride Feature is our one and only Battling Instructor, Miss Dendra! Take it away!

Osu, osu! How goes it, cool kid? Oh-su! It's your boy Clive, coming in live with a new interview! How's it hanging, Dendra? Pret-ty good! I've been training on my sandwich-making technique again lately. Wanna try? Is this... three blocks of tofu and mustard on a bun? Yeah! I've been told I need to branch out from including just meats. But I've still got to get that protein in, you know? I... will put this to the side for later! Now, in a definitely-not-distraction, to our first question: what does Pride mean to you? Pride... means being who I am, and anyone who's got a problem with it can eat my Hariyama's palm! That's how I've lived since I was a little girl, and I'm not changing it now! Aren't you... at least a little concerned about inciting violence on school property? Eh, you know, Miriam's a lot of things. Beautiful, kind, hardworking, smart... and really good at patching up wounds. She really is an angel... But what I'm trying to say! Is that she'll help them out, so don't worry about it! Are you a snitch or something, Clive? N-no, ma'am... Most certainly not... So, I take it things are going well with Miriam, then? AH! Well, ah... shoot. Guess I ran my big mouth, huh? You're on a pride month feature, Miss Dendra. Did you... think this was about battling pride, or something? Honestly, I thought I was out of touch... ... ... ...Well, anyways, thanks for having me, Clive! Been lovely seeing you around, I'm going to go throw myself into training for another few hours! You can find me at the nurse's office after that! Bye! Wait, I wasn't finished--wow, she runs fast. Stay tuned for the next riveting interview later this week!

#pkmn irl #pokeblogging #clive update

[rileebilee]

why are you sexualizing real people lol, weirdo💀💀

I’ve asked this to many other tgc smut obsessed weirdos on here and they never respond cause you guys know what you’re doing is wrong. Just stop?? It’s disturbing and tbh cringy as fuck.

"smut obessef weridos" okay bucko..

first off all of the members have mentioned if they are okay w fanfics,

isaac doesnt mind

im pret sure tanner doesnt mind

nick does not want nsfw

yumi im sure doesnt mind

larry im not sure on.

plus i wrote ONE nsfw fanfic. dont come jumping all yippe wahoo in my oage if ur gonna say that shit, its not fucking hard and if u pay attention they all mentioned something on it, open ur fucking eyes for fucks sake and use some of ur skills to watch nicks videos

plus get off of fucking tumblr if u dint wanna see nsfw, its not hard 🤓🤓

[crazyf0rswayze]

Darry x Reader pt.4

DARRY'S POV

Bob and his little gang pulled up next to us in his car.

"Hey pretty, wanna ride" He asked Y/n

"No thanks I'll walk" I answer

"I don't think I was talking to you" Bob said, getting out of his car.

"Just back off Bob" I say as I lightly push Y/n behind me.

Y/N POV

I was scared as the group of socs approached us. I was surprised when they got out of the car and got close to us. I thought maybe a buff, six foot two man would be intimidating to them.

"Look I don't want trouble, Robert" Darry said after pushing me behind him

"Hey you, why are you out with a dirty greaser like him" one of the other boys asked me

"Because he's better than you, and I'm a greaser too" I say...I was surprised at the words coming out of my mouth. I would usually never be able to stand up for myself

"Are you now?" Bob said, getting closer

"Back. Off" Darry said sternly. He looked softly at me to make sure I was ok. I had walked so I was standing at his side, instead of behind him. I had my arms crossed, not in attempt to look tuff, but crossed in pure anger. Why did he have to intrude on a good time?

"Hey a little fight won't hurt any of us....but maybe it would hurt the girl. What's your name darling" Bob asked

"Don't you think of lying a finger on her, because if you do, I will beat you so hard your eyes will be swollen shut." Darry says

"Lay a finger on me and you'll end up in jail"

"Not if it's for self defense"

"Who do you think they'll believe, white greasy trash, or a cleaned up soc" On of the boys asked

"Just back off Bob. Get your fucking gang out of here" I say

DARRY'S POV

I was a tad surprised as I heard Y/n sticking up for herself and me. She was kinda hot like this...

"Oooohhh, and the girl is getting involved." Bob said

"What's your name darling" He added

"None of your businesses" She said

"Look, tell us your name and we'll leave you two alone darling" Randy said

"One, I'm not your darling, and two, do you really expect me to believe that?"

"Just tell us your name!" Bob said walking so close, he was inches away from Y/n. I push Bob away from her

"I told you to stay away from her!" I yell at him. He falls backwards into his gang and they supportively push him back to his feet.  Bob swings for my face as I dodge. I swing for him and hit right on his jaw. I grab his collar and bring him close

"I told you to fucking stay away. If you lay a finger on her, or any other lady, consider yourself dead" I say pushing him hard

"YOU'LL FUCKING PAY FOR THAT YOU GREASER" One of the boys yelled as we walked away. I wrapped my arm securely around Y/n's waist. 

"Are you ok?" She asks me

"I'm fine, are you? Did any of his boys touch you?"

"No Darry...I'm fine. Bob backed down easy, one punch and a few words and he's done." Y/n says.

"Yea...he always tries to act tough, but he's such a fucking wuss" I say

We soon reach my house. I open up the door for her and she walks in. She takes a look around and smiles.

"It feels so home-like. Cozy, but not small" She says looking at me.

Y/N POV

We arrived at Darry's house and we walked in. After I complimented the place, I sat on one of the couches. The smaller one.

"Thanks" the beautiful man said after I complimented his house.

"Would it be ok if I just called my parents? I just want them to know I'm fine, they get so worried sometimes"

"Yea sure, phone's right there" Darry replied. I walked over, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw him looking me up and down, checking me out. I bite my lip to keep from smiling as I put in my parents' number

"....Yea, yes...Yea I'm staying at Darry's house....Gosh mom no! We're not going to do anything....ok...yep, I'll see you tomorrow." I hang up the phone, and walk back over to Darry.

"Sorry" I say, a blush creeping up my neck and going up to my cheeks.

"It's ok Y/n" He says wrapping his arm around my shoulders. I feel the blush on my face get redder. I loved his soft touch

"Ok..." I say looking up into his pretty eyes. My hand reaches up to his pretty face. I place my hand on his cheek and lean in to kiss his soft lips. They were so very soft. I loved the feeling.

DARRY'S POV

Y/n started to kiss me, and I was a little shocked at first. I soon eased into her soft lips, and I licked her lips, asking for entry. She granted the request, an our tongues roamed each others mouths, exploring.

"Mmmm" She moaned into the kiss. My hand reached up to her face, resting on her cheek as we made out. I heard laughter outside my house.

'shit' I thought to myself. I slowly pull away from her.

"I'm sorry, but if they see us we'll both get teased." I explain, hoping I didn't hurt her feelings

Y/N POV

I was a little sad when Darry's lips disconnected from mine, but I understood why. I didn't want him to get teased by his friends

"Hey Darry" A boy said

"Hey Soda. Um...e-everyone this is Y/n. She just moved in down the road."

"H-hi" A tan boy stuttered out

"I-I'm Johnny" the tan one said with a light smile as he sat on the floor

"That's Sodapop, we call him 'Soda' for short. I told you about him" Darry said pointing to one of the boys

"And the one next to him is Steve, Steve Randle. They're really close buddies. They work at the DX together" He says pointing to a boy with just a jean jacket on, and nothing else but jeans

"That one with the sideburns is Two-bit." He says looking at me. I just look at his pretty eyes, and then his lips.

"I'll tell you in a minute why we call him that. That one with the blue sleeveless shirt is my youngest brother Ponyboy. Well, you know his name already."

"Last but not least, Dallas Winston. We all call him Dally, or Dal for short" He says pointing to a tuff looking guy with a leather jacket. Dallas pulled out a cigarette.

"HEY! DALLAS! You know the rules, you don't smoke in my house. If you wanna smoke, go outside"

"Ok ddaaaddd" He says before walking out

"He has an attitude, sorry" Darry says.

"Ehh, it's ok... pretty boy" I say flirtatiously

DARRY'S POV

"You think I'm pretty? Well you're pretty cute too" I respond

"Yea?"

"Yea..." I say looking from her eyes to her lips.

"I'm tired, can we go to bed" Y/n asks with a yawn

"Sure" I say. I take her hand and lead her to my room

"HAVE FUN YOU TWO" Two-bit yells out

"SHUT YA TRAP TWO!" I yell at the boy.

"Wait, you never told me why you guys call him that" Y/n said plopping down on my bed

Y/N POV

Darry's bed was really soft. He had nice and clean grey sheets

DARRY'S POV

I chuckled before explaining why we call him Two-bit

"We call him that because you can't get him to shut his trap, he always has to get his two-bits worth in. He also never stops making jokes." I explain to the pretty girl lying on my bed. It was so tempting to let my hands roam all over her perfect body.

"I um...I-I don't have anything to wear...." She says

"Do you want a tee shirt and shorts, or just a tee shirt and you can wear y-your u-underwear with it" I blush as I talk to her about clothing, although she couldn't see me blush because I was standing by my dresser, back faced to her. I just knew she was going to look adorable in my clothes, but I also felt weird talking about undergarments with her.

"Y-yea just a tee shirt is fine" She said smiling at me

I pick a clean one out of my dresser draw.

"Here, I'll turn around so you can change"

"O-ok" She stutters out

I turn around, and look at the wall as Y/n changes.

"All done" She says crawling into bed

I stand back up to grab a shirt for myself and she pouts

"Oh calm down. I'm just changing darling" I say

Y/n turns around to give me privacy as I change. I took my jeans off, and my shirt. Usually I would sleep shirtless, but I wanted to be respectful. I smirked to myself though...I wanted to see how red she would get if I did sleep in my usual shirtless way.

"Done" I saw crawling into bed. She was already cuddled up, with her head sticking out of the top of my blanket. She looked so cute all cuddled up. Y/n looked at me, mouth open a bit.

"What?" I ask teasingly

Y/N POV

"N-nothing" I reply

"Like what you see darlin'?" Darry asks. His body was so beautiful.

"M-maybe" I say looking in his eyes. He looks in mine as he chuckles.

"I can put a shirt on...I just wanted to see how you'd react" He says

"N-no it's ok" I say. I lean in to peck his lips, but instead we full on make out. After a little bit I pull away

"Darry we really shouldn't" I say after pulling back

"Hey it's ok, we don't have to do anything" He says running his fingers through my hair.

"Mmmmm" I moaned out. I liked it when he ran his fingers through my hair. I scoot my body down so my head is level with his chest. I rest my head against his chest closing my eyes. I feel him kiss the top of my head as he continues to run his fingers through my hair. I soon fall asleep in my boyfriends arms.

#darry curtis #fanfic #kisses #greaser #the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders #darrel curtis #lovers