#YOU DID THAT HUN. THOSE WERE YOUR CHOICES.

[kitawolf12]

I don't know if people consider 10 Things I Hate About You to be like problematic or bad but I just finished it and you know what? If my partner bought me a guitar anytime they screwed up I would absolutely stick around. Do you know how many guitars that could get me? So many. I could have enough guitars for all the picks I have. That's the dream, baby.

#of the couples present i enjoyed apects of each of them #not big on cameron as a character but i do enjoy bianca finally standing up for herself and attacking joey. that's. that's good on her #i very much enjoyed the b plot of Michael and kat's best friend #i would want someone to go that hard upon finding out my favorite thing #in general i just enjoyed michael as a character #and then pat and kat #first off #literal paint ball. no gun just balls of paint they throw #huge fan of that and i want to maybe try it out #secondly I'm honestly annoyed that kat was angry at patrick for not kissing her when she was literally puking from alcohol #like that was maybe 30 minutes ago in movie. you smell like alcohol and puke why would he kiss you just hygienic wise NOT EVEN consent wise #lastly. my beautiful genius kat... #you didnt go in with a better formed plan for the detention scene?? #*starts talking about teacher's biceps. junk. grabs his face. and then flashes him.* *then proceeds to look embarrassed #YOU DID THAT HUN. THOSE WERE YOUR CHOICES. #and of course by that i mean the writer wrote you that way but like still #oof #oh fuck one more thing #her hair in the prom scene made me think about the princess diaries when mia said she looked like a poodle and i feel so bad #thats just her hair but with her dad bring Paulo i kept thinking about the princess diaries

[shogunish]

𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗱.

synopsis. all you wanted was a nipple piercing and what you got on top of that was satoru's cum inside you, free of charge.

contents. reader has small boobs, piercing procedure, mentions of blood, so many pet names oh god (sweetheart, hun, baby, etc..), cunnilingus, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, groping, inappropriate aftercare for piercings lmao, unedited/not proofread, flirty satoru, ...

words. 3.5k

note. i haven't written smut in ages pls be gentle 🧍🏻‍♀️

comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! <3

Maybe it was a stupid idea to get pierced right after a messy break-up, but it was something you desperately needed. A change. A change more drastic than just a new haircut or new hair color, but a change that wouldn't be completely unhinged.

“Hmm..let’s see..”

Even though the walls were painted a deep black, the pink neon signs attached paired with several other decorations gave off a cozy and calm atmosphere. A song, probably a decade old and one you knew well, played in the background, soothing your antsy nerves as you skimmed through the little folder filled with pictures of piercings.

You were humming along to the song, slender fingers turning yet another page as your eyes scanned different snapshots. A helix piercing would definitely suit you, but you wanted something completely different. Something that you usually wouldn't do. So many choices were right in front of you: dangly earrings, pretty gemstones in vibrant colors, studs and piercings even you didn't know the name of.

Maybe, you should've come with a plan beforehand.

“Anything caught your eye yet?” A deep voice brought you out of your thoughts and when your eyes caught sight of the piercer with white tousled hair and vibrant blue eyes, your breath caught in your throat. The black compression shirt accentuated his bulging biceps and certainly did not help your case. Satoru was his name, if you remember correctly.

With a certain amount of grace and charm, Satoru maneuvered his way around your body and came to a stop behind you. Leaning over your shoulder, his cologne immediately enveloped you like a warm blanket while the warmth he exuded seeped through the top you wore.

Satoru caught sight of your flushed cheeks and the flustered glimmer swimming in your eyes just because he popped into your personal space. A smirk tugged at his lips as cerulean eyes watched you fumble with the folder.

What a sweet thing you were.

“Ah..this one.” Quickly, you put your finger down on a picture that you had been eyeing for quite some time. A nipple piercing with a few small gemstones on each side. They reflected the light in all colors possible and honestly..it did look too pretty to pass up.

Satoru whistled, the pitch low and impressed. “Damn. Who broke your heart, sweetheart?”

Closing the folder, your brows furrowed and gave Satoru a confused look, head tilted to the side and all. “..how did you know?”

Satoru took a seat on his stool, rolled over to the piercer table and offered you the seat on the cushioned chair. A chuckle rumbled in his chest. “A pretty thing like you wanting a nipple piercing for her first time. It's easy math, hun.” He said, looking more amused than sorry and for some reason, it was a nice change of pace. One that made you chuckle despite the nervousness bubbling in your guts.

He was right. Maybe it was pretty cliché of you to get your nipples pierced after a messy break-up.

Nimble fingers prepped the tools that Satoru would need for your piercing. The scent of disinfectant lingered in the air and slightly stung in your nose. Satoru had to have seen the face you pulled or else he wouldn't laugh. “Indulge me. What did that jerk do to fumble a pretty girl like you?”

All those pretty nicknames were getting to your head if the flip of your tummy and the warmth in your limbs was anything to go by. But you never told Satoru off. You liked it, the attention and the feeling of it all. It was nice.

You chuckled, the hint of a smile on your lips. “Are you sure you want to know? I don't wanna dump on you.”

Satoru rolled his eyes at you, playfully so as he snapped on a pair of latex gloves. A little smack bounced off the walls. “I'd be bored as hell if my clients didn’t gossip with me, y'know? So come on, tell me what he did.”

The memory of what your ex did was still fresh in your mind, yet it didn't hurt. Perhaps, you'd been looking for a reason to break up with him until he delivered you a good one. It was good riddance, really.

“I caught him in bed with another woman.” You explained with a sigh slipping past your lips. “Looking back on it, he was horrible anyways.”

How often had Satoru listened to stories of people cheating on each other? Way more than he could count. Most of the time, his clients would end up crying at the memory, but you appeared to be unfazed.

Raising a fine eyebrow, Satoru gently nudged your knee with his own and let one his charming smiles curl his lips. “Horrible? Come on, don't keep the juicy details to yourself, babe.” Then, he pointed at your top and stated: “Oh, and you can undress now.”

Suddenly, a wave of shyness came over you as you hooked your fingers into the hem of your top, pulled it over your top and unclipped the front of your bra, freeing your breasts. As a piercer, Satoru had seen any kind of body shapes and other things that were absolutely natural. And despite repeating it over and over again in your head, you still wrapped an arm around your midsection and gulped down the lump in your throat.

The stools wheels smoothly slid across the wooden floors and came to a silent stop in front of you. Satoru was about to prompt you for more details, but he stopped when he saw how absolutely insecure you suddenly were.

“[Name], there's nothing to be shy about. It's just us here, yeah?”

“Yeah..I know. It's just..” And then you went on to tell Satoru about your ex, how he made you feel bad about having small breasts, how he always said he liked bigger ones and wanted to watch them bounce during spicy time. How embarrassing it was to say all these things to a stranger, but Satoru listened patiently and rubbed his gloved hand over your thigh as if to tell you that it was okay.

He clicked his tongue, clearly annoyed by the way your ex made you feel about your body. “That's bullshit. Your breasts are perfect the way they are.” Satoru refuted swiftly and painted a smile on your face, making you feel safe and validated. Cerulean eyes traveled from your face down to your breasts, examining them for a moment before he smirked in satisfaction. “Personally, I prefer them smaller. I like ‘em perky like that.”

Although Satoru's comment sent heat straight to your cheeks, it also made you feel at ease. Like he had injected some of his self-confidence into you. Unraveling your arms, you supported your weight on them and presented Satoru your small pair of pretty tits.

“Now that's a good girl.” He laughed and brought a hand up to your breast, brushing his thumb over your pert nipple. “Ready to get pierced, sweetheart?”

With an eager nod of your head, Satoru began the procedure. Preparing the needle, getting some cotton dabs for the bleeding and of course the little jewelry for your pretty nipples that he diligently sterilized. The scent still made you visibly cringe, but at least it served as some sort of entertainment to the piercer who held your nipple between two fingers and brought the needle to your skin.

“This might hurt, sweets. Sorry ‘bout that.” Satoru murmured and quickly pierced your little nipple with the needle.

You yelped and squeezed your eyes shut as the pain was sharp and started to throb. Nails dug into the soft cushion, knuckles turned white and your breathing deepened, but other than that, you didn't move much. Was it painful? Hell yes. Would it look pretty in the end? Hell yes.

Pain was temporary, but the beauty of the piercing would last.

“Shh, relax. You're doing so well for me, sweetie. Yeah, breathe. That's good.” Satoru showered you with praise, his breath hot and moist as it fanned across your pierced nipple while his voice dropped by an octave.

With skilled fingers, Satoru inserted the piercing through the sensitive flesh and fastened the gemstones on each side of your nipple before he tended to the bleeding. Dabbing the cotton around your nipple, he wiped the blood away and applied light pressure to stop the scarlet liquid from leaking out any more. A grimace of discomfort settled on your face, but at least it gave you a chance to breathe, to take a quick break.

“You good?” Satoru asked, looking up at you from his seat right in front of your tits.

“Yeah. Keep going.” Pain was laced in that usually sweet voice of yours and oh, how badly Satoru wanted to take that away from you. But you were such a brave little thing that he obliged your words.

So, Satoru pierced your other nipple as diligently as he did before. He was focused, wanting to make the experience as painless and quick as he could, but he knew that it still hurt quite a bit. At his heartstrings, a hint of pity tugged, but now that your little nipples were pierced, he couldn't help but feel a certain type of way.

“There. All done.” A satisfied look was painted all over Satoru's face. Large hands caressed your little tits, carefully feeling the flesh without causing you too much pain. It absolutely wasn't a necessary procedure, but for some reason, Satoru couldn’t help himself around you.

“Fuck..” you cussed, voice a little hoarse and Satoru swore that sound sent a good portion of his blood straight to his cock. “It hurts.”

“Told ya it would hurt, princess.” Satoru snickered before he took off his gloves and cleaned the little table with his equipment on it. “If you want, you can go take a look in the mirror. It looks pretty on you. Really.”

Hopping off the chair, you stood in front of the full body mirror and regarded Satoru's handiwork. Sure, your nipples were a little swollen, but the running ac cooling the air made the swelling go down with each passing moment. A couple of gemstones now glimmered on each side of your nipples, reflecting and breaking the light in beautiful colors.

“Wow..” you breathed, carefully touching your breasts to squish them together and admire the jewelry piercing your skin.

You were so busy admiring your new jewelry that you barely noticed Satoru standing behind you before he popped up in the reflection.

“Pretty, hm? Your ex didn't deserve these, anyways.” Holding your waist, Satoru admired his work on your body. By now, your nipples were all hard and stiff, really bringing the piercing out now.

A little shiver slithered down your spine at Satoru's touch. When you caught sight of your erect nipples, you quickly covered them up with your palms and a little blush on your cheeks. “S-sorry..it's been a while since..y'know..anyone touched me in any way..”

With slow movements, Satoru gently moved your palms away and carefully caressed your freshly pierced nipples. “Oh? Your ex and you didn't do it regularly?” He asked, rubbing your buds in circles. He relished in the way you shivered under his touch and gulped.

How cute you were. Absolutely ravishing.

You shook your head. A little pout on your lips. “No. He stopped touching me months ago.” Satoru managed to draw a little sigh out of the back of your throat, making your voice just a tad bit breathy. “He was too vanilla, anyways, always wanting to do it missionary.”

Satoru was baffled. How could any man resist touching you? The audacity your ex had of depriving you from some fun times was unbelievable.

“Do you know what you need, sweetheart?” He whispered in your ear, his voice dripping down your spine like warm honey.

Shaking your head, you watched Satoru rubbing your nipples before gently twisting them between his thumb and index finger. “W-what..?” You stumbled over your words, hardly trusting your own voice.

“A night of hot, kinky sex with a man who knows how to treat you right.” Satoru peppered butterfly kisses along the delicate skin of your neck. Each kiss was a little bit wetter than the last one while a large palm slid from your breast down to your stomach and stopped just above the hem of your skirt.

Like hot chocolate, you melted in Satoru's arms. You leaned your head back against his shoulder and nuzzled the flesh of your ass against his steadily growing erection with a smile on your face and a flush dusting the apples of your cheeks. His touches, so light yet insistent, left your skin burning and sparked flames in you that had long died out.

“Be a naughty girl for me and bend over, sweets.” Satoru whispered in your ear, teeth catching your lobe in the process.

When you pressed your palms flat next to the mirror and bent your body over, rough hands flipped your skirt up over your waist and revealed your dampening panties. Kneeling down, Satoru gripped the plush of your ass cheeks and groped them thoroughly. “What a good girl you are..already getting wet for me.”

He caressed the expanse of your inner thighs and chuckled at the little shiver going down your spine. Oh, how sweet you were. If Satoru had met you earlier, he would've taken you all to himself every night.

Fingertips traced the edge of your panties and slowly rubbed your cunt through the cotton.

“S-Satoru..” you gasped, thighs shuddering around his hand. You wanted to close your legs out of embarrassment. It wasn't like you to hook up with some guy, let alone doing it in public.

“Shh, you're doing well for me.” Satoru assured you before he hooked his fingers into the elastic of your panties and pulled them down mid-thigh. He licked his lips at the sight: your glistening pussy all wet and your folds just slightly swollen, your little hole just begging to be eaten and filled. “Let me do this for ya, sweetheart.”

Before you could question Satoru, he buried his face in your pussy from behind and wrapped his mouth around your sloppy folds. Licking a bold stripe from your entrance up to your clit, Satoru let your taste consume his taste buds and sucked at your pussy.

“Fuck..your pussy's fucking delicious, baby..” Satoru groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he made out with your cunt, nastily tonguing at your hole and his fingers massaging your throbbing clit.

You grabbed a fistful of his snowy hair, nails scraping against his scalp as you pulled at the roots. “Oh fuck..Satoru..a-ah..” Soft, breathy moans tumbled from your lips.

Satoru buried his face deeper in-between your legs while his palms kept your legs spread. Sneaking his tongue inside, he thrust his tongue slowly in and out of your pussy, savoring the taste. Your juices dribbled down his chin and down his throat; he was like a man dying of thirst and your cunt happened to have the sweetest nectar.

“Yeah, you like that, don't you, little girl?” Satoru growled and pulled away momentarily to rub your cunt and admire his handiwork. You were all messy with his spit and your juices that shamelessly trickled down the inside of your thigh. Perfect.

You nodded your head eagerly. “Y-yeah..I love it..”

Through the reflection in the mirror, you watched how Satoru spread your cunt open and stuffed you full of his tongue again, making you whimper in pathetic tones. His tongue didn't even reach that sweet spot and yet, you were squirming on Satoru's face, panting and digging your nails into the flesh of your palm.

“Gonna have so much fun fucking this sweet pussy..” Satoru murmured into your cunt. Giving your ass a swift spank, he almost laughed at the way you jumped and pouted at him through the mirror.

“Well..” you huffed, clearly out of breath, “why don't you?”

A little smirk tugged at the corners of your lips as your gaze collided with baby blue eyes in the mirror that dared you to say that again. The erection not-so-subtly hidden in Satoru's pants twitched at the thought of taking you right then and there.

Just a small quickie wouldn't hurt, right?

“You're a devious one. I like it.” Chuckling, Satoru got back up to his feet, unbuckled his belt and pulled his hardened cock free from its confines. A groan of relief fell past his lips, cock standing large and proud.

Grasping your ass cheeks, Satoru prodded at your entrance with the blunt head of his leaking cock. A hum vibrated in the back of his throat. “Think you can take me, sweetheart? Your cunt is so tiny.”

As if to entice him, you wiggled your butt from side to side and whined. “Just put it in, Satoru. You can't eat me out and then expect me not to– Oh, fuck..”

With a swift thrust of his hips, Satoru buried his cock deep inside your cunt until he was balls deep in. Your walls gripped him so tightly, your heat almost made him melt on the spot. Almost.

“So fucking tight..” A sigh fell from Satoru's lips as he drew his hips back and snapped them back against your ass. “So fucking good..”

Without any shame, Satoru grasped your hip with one hand while the other groped your tit. He was hunched over you, groaning in your ear and bullying his cock into your poor cunt. Squeals and moans of pleasure escaped your throat. No longer did you care about anyone walking in or hearing what was going on in Satoru's piercing room.

All you cared about was getting to cum on his cock which deliciously against that sweet spot, rubbing and kissing it in ways that usually only your toys could.

“Ah yeah..right there, Toru..” With each thrust, your tits would sway and the flesh of your ass rippled, hypnotizing Satoru. Your voice, sweet like sugar and addicting, drove him insane. He just had to cum inside you.

“I know, sweetheart..I know..” Furrowing his brows, Satoru buried his face in the crook of your neck to muffle his own moans and groans. Hot and moist, his breath fanned over your skin, sending a fresh wave of heat straight to your squelching cunt.

He was all over you; your neck, breasts, tummy and of course your pretty pussy which gripped him oh-so-tight and sucked his cock right back in. Like you didn't want him to leave your walls anytime soon. He didn't want to, either.

Each snap of Satoru's hips was mean, causing your body to bounce and jolt with the strength he poured into each thrust. His balls slapped against your clit while your ass collided with his hips over and over again.

“T-toru..” you whined, panting and meeting his eyes in the mirror. It was absolutely filthy in the way you could watch yourself get fucked stupid by your piercer. “I-I'm so..ah!”

“Close, baby?” Satoru laughed breathlessly before placing a kiss on your cheek. “Me, too. It's okay, I've got you, sweetheart.”

His saccharine words combined with a particularly sharp thrust was enough to send you over the edge. You curled in on yourself, calling Satoru's name in a way that only you could as he made you see heaven with his cock alone. He held you tightly, stilling his hips as ropes upon ropes of thick cum filled your cunt up.

“Fuck..yeah, that's it. Take my cum, pretty..take it..” With a few slow, gentle thrusts, Satoru rode out the wave of his high and held your body close to his, keeping you up on your wobbly legs.

It only happened slowly, the heat of the moment disappearing. The scent of sex lingered in the air and fuck, did you feel sticky now that Satoru had dumped his load inside you. But you wouldn't want it any other way. A laugh made it past your lips.

“What's so funny, huh?” Satoru chuckled, pulled himself out and fixed his appearance before helping you with yourself.

To your surprise, he was gentle as he snapped your panties back into his place, fixed your skirt and tried to smooth out your hair. Except for his semen sticking to your underwear and skin, it was one of the sweetest things anything had ever done for you post-orgasm.

“Nothing.” You said, shrugging your shoulders with a playful but satisfied giggle. “Just thinking about the hot, kinky sex we'll have tonight.”

A look of mild surprise crossed Satoru's features. He had expected you to regret your decision or be done with it, but the fact that you wanted more amused him. “Someone got hooked on good dick, yeah?”

You snorted. “Something like that.”

With a certain pep in your step, you snatched one of Satoru's business cards, a pen and scribbled your number on the backside of it.

“Text me when you're off work and tell me where to go. I'll be there.”

Satoru smirked as he looked at the number you gave him before storing it into his back pocket. No way in hell would he lose that little gem.

“I guess I'll see you tonight, sweetheart.”

taglist. @cinnamonmon, @torusmochi, @risuola, @kissyystyles, @pandoraium

#fic. pierced #gojo satoru x reader smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru smut

[urwifebabes]

A/N: I’m still doin requests, just wanted to make this at the moment

“THE DEVIL HIMSELF?”

relationship(s): ink demon x Joey drew!daughter

Warning(s): smut, stalking (abit)

drip. drip, drop. that’s all you could hear. over and over. why couldn’t you see? what’s going on? you finally opened your eyes to find yourself in a bed, but not your bed. where were you? you sat up and felt your head, god, you had a massive headache.

you thought over what could’ve possibly happened before you fell asleep and then you remembered. you had came back to your fathers abandoned workshop to visit bendy and the others. you had grown quite a lot but you believed they would still remember you. you were 10 when they last saw you.

you were now 21 , only 11 years? not too long you hope. you had gotten out the bed and began to creep out the door. you seen a black dog/wolf. Boris! you went over and hugged him. he looked at you and pulled you off softly. “ma’am? who are you?” you were shocked for a moment before you uttered the words that stopped Boris in his tracks.

“Y/N Drew.”

he hugged you tightly, sniffling. “Y/N, we missed you so much!!” you hugged him back and shook your head at his words, feeling little tears build at the corner of your eyes to. he quickly sat you at the table before he pulled out some type of soup, asking if you were hungry. you quickly shook your head, you didn’t wanna be rude but you already knew it was probably very very veryyyyy old. I mean they can drink it of course, but you’d probably get sick.

“so.. how’s Joey?” you shrugged “fine, he’s doing fine..” Boris looked at you. “why say it like that, hun?” you looked at him. “I guess.. I never quite got over how he left you guys..” he nodded, not saying anything more. you quickly got up, realizing something.

“Where’s Bendy?!.. where’s Alice?!”

he looked at you and sighed. “they are.. not who they used to be. they fell apart after everyone abandoned us.” “.. what happened?” “they turned demonic and empowered.. that’s why I’ve been hiding here.”

“oh.”

you had left the little hiding place with Boris and was now walking around the warehouse. you felt so bad watching the once shiny and glimmering walls now filled with thick ink. you looked around high and low, finding tapes of your fathers coworkers.

you ran across Alice’s territory and she stopped you, asking you to be her little ‘errand girl’. you denied but you didn’t have much of a choice. she began to give you instructions as you did it, no questions asked. you just.. you just wanted to know and see your friends again.

Alice had instructed you to the deepest darkest part of the warehouse to find the ‘devil himself’ so she could rule this place. by herself. you wondered who the devil was. you just knew it wasn’t your sweet innocent Bendy. that cute little devil. you walked through the thick ink, cringing at the feeling of the ink on your legs.

you had came to a door and this.. this thing came out the ink and tried to grab you. you screamed and ran while you heard it hurriedly following you. you ran and ran, more and more of those things were popping out of little things of ink of the ground. they ran you straight into the room where the ink demon sustained himself in. he wasn’t in there at the moment though.. not like you even knew that was his room. great.

you took a breath, not knowing where you had gotten yourself into. what room was this? who’s room was this? questions filled your head so quickly. it was to ‘inky’ for you to tell. you could see a bed though. atleast it looked comfortable.

you took a seat on the bed. you looked over yourself, noticed how you were almost completely covered in ink. you grimaced as you attempted to wipe it off your face. seems like those things were afraid to come in here. you rolled your eyes as you thought over you situation. you haven’t even found Bendy yet and Alice is still waiting on you to find the ‘Devil himself’ - the Ink Demon.

“fuck, one of those things scratched my leg!” you seethed before you got up and went out the room. you looked around and sighed with relief. no fucking monsters. you slowly walked to the infirmary. it took you awhile to get there since the gash on your leg was pretty bad. you finally got there and sat, putting a towel in your mouth as you grabbed the alcohol and bandages.

you wiped the tears off your cheek as you got off the infirmary bed, you headed back to the task at hand. finding the devil himself. you walked around the ink filled rooms with no sign of horns at all. you sighed as your got tired of walking. you found a halfway decent room and sat down. just then, you saw eyes watching you.

you quickly sat up as they began to move around. you followed the eyes, only to see it was one of those monsters, watching. you wondered why he didn’t attack? maybe he was ordered not to by Alice. you quickly followed the little monster and hid behind a wall as he walked right in front of a tall horrific .. demon. you couldn’t help but think that was the devil.

you sat there and watched as Bendy listened to the groans and grunts of the monster, seemingly understanding. you had moved your foot which made the ink slosh. the demon instantly looking up at you. your heart stopped. you guys locked eyes for a few moments(even though you couldn’t see his eyes) before you snapped out of it and began to run, scared. he was scarier than Alice!

you ran, the hard pitter patter, being heard through the murky ‘water’. you heard his minions following you rather then himself. pussy. you thought as you ran a corner, knocking straight into a rock hard chest. your heart stopped. you slowly looked up to see him, smiling over you.

you gulped as you backed up abit. “Bendyyy..! hi, buddy, remember me?” you asked as he looked at you - no, stared at you. he came close and his hand slowly landed on your face as his gruff voice came out. “Y/N?..” you quickly nodded. “yea, yes, bends, it’s me!”

before you guys could begin to talk, he was carrying you, bridal style. you came inside that room you were in earlier with that bed. ah, so this was his room. he dropped you on his bed, before he wanted no time, ripping off your clothes. your eyes widened as you covered yourself. “What are you doing?!”

he quickly shut you up though. his head inbetween your soft plush like thighs as he ate you out. his slimy black tongue trailing between your clit and your unused hole. he kissed your inner thighs before his mouth came right back to your dripping core, sucking your swollen bud. he deemed you wet enough after awhile.

he took his achy cock out. the tip gray, swollen, with a bit of pre-cum, already licking. you sat up abit as you seen it. it had to be atleast 11 inches! he took a look at you and seen your growing nerves as he stroked his lengthy cock. “shhh.. be a good girl and atleast try, okay?”

you reached between the two of you and stroked his cock a few times causing a growl to escape his lips. from him already slicking you up, he pushed inside, no problem… until he tried to thrust more inside. you held onto his arms, the ink beginning to drip down your hands. you took a sigh and Bendy chickled before he pushed himself deeper into your soaked hole. you let out a whimper as you looked up at him, desperately.

his cock was swallowed by your tight hole. he growled as he fucked into you like you were some rag doll he had found. his hard cock finally pushed all the way inside, you choked out a sob as your gummy walls stretched to accommodate him. you moaned out his name as he started moving faster, his tail rubbing your clit deliciously. making you squirm.

your pussy was quivering as you had squirted on his cock and chest about 3 times already while he hadn’t cum twice. he switched your position, flipping you on your stomach as he slid into you once more, making rough and passionate love to your hole. his hands came up to your tit and squeezed. loving the feeling of the flesh between his ungodly hands. you moaned loudly as he bit into your shoulder, cumming into your womb.

you took deep breaths as your vision began to blacken and you faintly saw Bendys shadow walking out the room after covering you. after that, you were out far too soon.

TAGS : @2faced-fairy @alyssalololol

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[strwyofthesun]

forgive me, goodbye [pt. 2]

pairing: re2r!leon kennedy x intern!reader

synopsis: after settling into the uk, you learn of the raccoon city incident and suffer a great loss. after graduating from med school and starting up your internship, you meet someone who you thought you've left in the past.

word count: 3.7k

cont: smut, unprotected sex, p in v, mentions of death, mentions of blood, hurt/comfort, there's so much stuff goin on idk anymore

a/n: i did not expect to write a part 2 of this but my best friend bitched about not liking the ending so i did this out of spite <3 also! this takes place after the re2 events and before operation javier. i did alot of research on the re timeline and other medical related things mentioned T_T last, leon looks so cute in the pic i choose that bc his outfit there is similar to his operation javier fit

part one here !

A week has gone by since you’ve moved in the UK and you had been feeling homesick. Even though you had settled into your dorm, made new friends, and gotten acquainted, nothing beats the company of family. Not only have you been missing family, but also Leon. Feeling distressed, you decided to call your family to see how they’re doing.

You go through your contacts and scroll down to find your Mom’s contact. You spotted her name and pressed dial. The phone lets out a ring that lasted for only a couple seconds as your mom had picked up the call.

“Hey mom… Is dad with you?”

“Hey honey! Yes, he’s over here!” Your mom called for your dad and you hear his voice in the background shouting back to wait for him. You let out a laugh hearing your parents shuffle around. “What’s up hun? How’s everything going there?” Your dad asked.

“Everything’s fine dad, I’m just a little homesick…”

“Aww, hun… We miss you dearly too… You’ve grown up into such a fine, successful, smart, and independent young lady. We couldn’t be any more proud of you. Call us anytime, we promise we’ll always answer the call at the first ring.” Your mom said.

“Hey mom…?”

“Yes?”

You gulped down the lump you felt in your throat, “How’s Leon doing?”

“Oh… I heard he’s out of town.”

“…Is that so?”

“You know who I miss?” Your dad suddenly chimed in.

“Who dad?” You asked curiously while smiling.

“You and Leon. You remind me of you and your mom back in the day.” Your smile dropped hearing those words from your dad. It made you miss him even more and your parents could tell by the silence on your end of the line.

Your mom nudged your dad and scolded him, “Hun! Come on! She’s trying to move on, don’t make it any harder for our baby.”

“I’m fine mom, really. I just wanted to know…”

“Well, alright… If you say so.”

“I’ll be going now, I have a class in a bit.”

“Okay, call us if you need anything!” Your dad reminded again.

“I will, I will. Love you guys…”

“We love you too hun.” They said in union and dropped the call. It was nice hearing their voices again. You opened a box filled with pictures, looking for ones of you guys together when you were suddenly greeted with tons of pictures of you and Leon together on top of the pile. A certain picture caught your eye and you grabbed it to take a closer look. It was a picture of the night you, Leon, and your parents celebrated your graduation from pre-med. Tears fill your eyes and drops of it landed on the picture, slightly damaging the ink. You try desperately to remove your tears stains from the picture but ended up smudging the photo and getting the ink over your parents’ faces. You threw the picture back in the box and curled up at the foot of your bed and sobbed silently.

You didn’t regret your choice of pursuing your dream of becoming a virologist but God, did you really have to go through this just to reach it? You tried controlling your heaving and sniffled as an attempt to quit crying because you had a class in a few minutes. You stood up and walked yourself to the bathroom to wash yourself up. Looking into the mirror, you realized that you’re already here and it’s too late to quit now. You’ve sacrificed so much of your time, effort, and relations for this. Quitting isn’t an option.

Days passed by and you drowned yourself in your studies. You were currently one of the best in your class and according to your professors, you had the most promising potential. Meanwhile, Leon was out of town just as your mom said and was wasting away in God knows where. All he wanted to do was get away from that town and escape the memories it held. He drank his sorrows away but no bottle of alcohol could ever fill the void in his heart. It’s as if you took a piece of his heart and left with it and there was no chance of ever getting it back.

During one late night, he received a call from his co- officer telling him not to go back to Raccoon City even though there was a current crisis, but Leon didn’t listen. He sobered up and immediately headed back to Raccoon City. The following events that unfolded are to be summed up and named “Raccoon City Destruction Incident” from then on.

While studying in a café with your earphones on, you realized that it’s been awhile since you’ve called your parents. You ring them up but they don't picked up.

“Weird, they usually answer at the first ring…” You mumbled to yourself. You try again and to no avail. “Again.” you said but call after call they didn’t pick up. Now you were really worried. Out of frustration, you take your earphones off and take a sip of your coffee when you start picking up on the sounds of the café. But what caught your attention made you drop the coffee cup in your hands.

“The US government declared Raccoon City 'beyond saving' from its residents that have turned aggressive and zombie-like. They ordered a missile strike to wipe out the city and later at dawn, it is reported that two non-nuclear missiles hit the city, clearing all of its 100,000 citizens, and completely wiping it off the map.“

Ringing filled your ears and your hands trembled at the news you had just heard. “This can’t be happening…” you thought. A waiter walked up to you demanding you pay for the broken coffee cup but you couldn’t hear him well. His words sounded like it was being drowned out by water. Your body went on auto-pilot and you grab whatever amount of money you had on you and shoved it into the chest of the waiter. You grabbed your stuff and exit the café while calling for a taxi cab.

You rushed back to your dorm and packed your stuff immediately. Things weren’t properly processed in your mind and before you knew it you were on a flight back to the US. You took a cab to the outskirts of what’s left of Raccoon City before you were blocked by multiple hazard signs, barricades, and police tape. You tried to get passed it but police stopped you before you could even step past the barricade. You stare at the massive crater left by the missiles and what remained of your old home. Streams of tears run down your face and you couldn’t stop it. The police tried calming you down but it was useless. They couldn’t do anything except escort you back to the hotel you checked in.

Once you were at your hotel room, you drop to your knees and wailed. You couldn't fathom the intensity of all the feelings that you were experiencing all at once. Everyone you knew and loved were turned into those… monsters you saw on the news. They were killed, wiped out, with no trace left. Your friends, family, mom, dad, and Leon, all gone. You cried even harder now that things have finally started sinking in. You recall your last call with your parents, them saying how proud they were, and them saying they love you, it was agonizing. And Leon... Oh Leon… you left him alone and heartbroken in Raccoon City. You blamed yourself for their deaths. You imagined your parents worried sick for you because you haven’t called them in awhile as well as Leon who was probably grieving still over the breakup. The image of them worried and scared for their life, was all you could think about. Tears didn’t stop flowing and you’ve lost your voice from screaming. You asked yourself, was this punishment for leaving? Did you deserve to suffer this much?

It's 2002 and four years have passed since. Not a single day went by where you didn’t think of your parents and Leon. You’ve let yourself grieve, gotten therapy, and took a break from med school for awhile. But in the end, you pushed through with it because you knew they would’ve wanted you to push through. You were a step closer to becoming a virologist and its something you’ve worked extra hard on this time. You promised yourself that once you finished everything, you’d dedicate the rest of your life studying the viruses that caused the Raccoon City Destruction Incident and find a vaccine for any virus that could turn people to what the Raccoon citizens became. But for now, you are currently taking up your one year internship.

It was a regular day at the hospital, nothing out of the ordinary. You examined patients, spent your time in the laboratories, and conduct medical procedures along with other doctors. Soon, the mundane day of yours came to an end, or so you thought. As you were about to clock out, a fellow intern called for you.

“Hey [Y/N]! Wait up!” They said as they grabbed onto your shoulder, puffing out heavy breaths.

“Hmm? What’s wrong?” You asked in concern seeing that it was most probably urgent based on the face your colleague made.

“There’s someone out there asking for a CBC.”

“Okay and? You do it. Can’t you see I’m about to leave? I’m about to be overtime.” You replied feeling annoyed from being interrupted as you were about to leave.

“C’mon, do me a favour will ya? I’ll do your stool examinations for a week. Pleaseeeee…” your colleague said while giving you puppy eyes. You cringed at the sight of them and finally gave in to their request.

You rolled your eyes and gave an empty threat. “Fine, I’ll do it. You better stick to your word or else.”

They nodded their head ecstatically and hugged you before they left. “Ugh…” you thought to yourself. If you had just declined, you would’ve been home by now doing anything as long as you weren’t here in the hospital. You grabbed a folder and headed to the counter whilst keeping your head down.

“Hello, good evening, I heard you came in for a CBC?” You greeted.

“Yes, how long do I have to wait for you [Y/N]?” A familiar voice asked. You stopped fiddling with the folder and furrowed your brows. Where have you heard this voice before? Then, it clicked. It couldn’t be…

You looked up at the person opposite to you and met a pair of piercing blue eyes you know you’ve seen before. The tall frame, muscular build, dirty blonde hair. You couldn’t believe it. It was like staring at a ghost. The blood drained from your face as you step back in horror, refusing to believe that the Leon Scott Kennedy was standing right infront of you, alive.

“Woah, hey, are you okay?” Leon asked as he held his hands out.

“Am I okay…? Okay?! I thought you died?!” You screamed which caught the attention of other hospital staff and patients. You look around and apologized and looked back at Leon. “Look, I’ll do your CBC. But you have explaining to do.”

“I know I do, I’m sorry [Y/N]…” Leon apologized and looked down, feeling ashamed from being away from you all these years and suddenly popping out of nowhere.

You scoff and led Leon to a room to extract a sample of his blood. He took off his jacket revealing his more muscular figure. He looked different now. His eyes were as captivating as ever, but it lost its shine. You didn’t want to pry now, but if he escaped the incident back at Raccoon City, he must’ve seen some fucked up shit. You grab the tourniquet and start to tie it around his arm.

“Tell me if it feels too tight.” You instructed Leon and he nodded in response. “Is this alright?” you ask to which he nodded again in response. You start feeling around his arm trying to locate a vein. Your touch sent shivers down Leon’s spine, painting him a shade of pink. You'd almost miss it if his long hair blocked his face. You chuckled at the sight of Leon, “I’m barely doing anything. Did you miss me that much?” you teased.

“You have no idea.” He replied smiling.

Once you’ve located the vein, you did the standard procedure and in a blink of an eye you had a sample of his blood. You took of the tourniquet off his arm and patched him up. He stood up from the seat and put his jacket back on. The silence was deafening, as an attempt to break the ice, you asked, “So… Why do you need the CBC?”

“Just an excuse to see you to be honest.”

You quickly turned to face him, “Are you crazy?” you spat.

“Borderline. It’d be nice to know if I’m healthy or not though.”

“You wasted my time and equipment Leon.” You said while crossing your arms.

“Okay, okay, I’m kidding. I need it to update my health information for the government.”

“Hmm, okay. Do you want the results now or tomorrow?”

“It can wait. Come on, let’s head out now. My treat.”

“Don’t rush me!”

You finish up whatever’s left to do and finally clock out. You and Leon left the hospital and walked up to the parking lot.

“Here, put this on.” He tossed you a helmet and wore his as he started his motorbike. You put on the helmet and sat behind him.

“Hold on tight ‘kay?” You barely held onto Leon, still feeling off. He sped up on the road which made you nervous. Leon felt that you weren’t holding on properly and suddenly stopped, making you jerk forward and wrap your arms around his torso. “I told you to hold on tight didn’t I?” He smirked at you and you rolled your eyes at him. “Won’t say I told you so.” He said his final warning and revved the bike.

The streets were almost empty which gave Leon the opportunity to drive faster. This made you hold onto him tighter and Leon smiled at this under his helmet. “Not a fan of thrill rides huh?” You could barely hear Leon over the sound of the wind going past you. “I swear to God Leon, if you speed u—“ Before you could even finish, he drove even faster. You had a strong grip on Leon at this point and you could hear his muffled laughing.

Sooner or later, you arrived at a hotel where Leon was staying for the meantime. He parked his motorbike and the two of you got off. You punched Leon hard on the arm you took the blood sample from.

“Ow! What the fuck?” he said laughing.

“I hate you.” You said to him with a straight face.

“Aw, cute. You know you could never hate me. Even from the grave.”

“Haha, very funny Leon.” You said sarcastically.

The both of you walked into the hotel and entered the restaurant inside it. You both sat down and ordered food. And while waiting, Leon finally tells you about what happened four years ago.

“I want the truth Leon.” You demanded.

“Okay, please, keep an open mind alright?��� You nodded in response and Leon recounts the events of the Raccoon City incident. You listened to him intently. It was hard to imagine him go through all of that. You were feeling thankful though that he is still safe and sound now.

“My parents, Leon? Do you know what happened to them?” you asked desperately wanting an answer. He shook his head and said “I’m sorry, but I don’t know. I really am sorry I didn’t save them…” You muttered a small “Oh…” and reassured Leon that it was okay. “I just wish I called them a bit more often… I think they were worried about me even up until their death…” You say quietly.

“[Y/N]… You are their only daughter, of course they cared. I’m sure they’re glad to know that your strong, healthy, and most importantly, you're safe now.” Leon said while holding your hand. You felt a tear run down your face and Leon used his other hand to wipe it off. He kept his hand on your cheek and gently caressed it. “I’m so sorry for the way things ended Leon… I didn’t want to… But—“ you were cut off by Leon.

“It’s okay… I forgive you [Y/N].”

“But I don’t forgive myself! There wasn’t a single day where I didn’t long for your presence by my side. I wanted you near me again.”

“I felt the same way too....”

No other words were said. You looked into each other’s eyes and reignited a spark that you thought died a long time ago. The moment was short but it felt longer than that. Too bad it was actually cut short by the waiter that brought you your food. You grinned from ear to ear and Leon let out a laugh. The both of you enjoyed the fine dining and soon you escorted him to his room.

“I’ll… be off now…” you said awkwardly to Leon while he stood leaning on the door frame.

“Do you really have to leave? It’s late at night. Stay with me for the night. It’s not safe out there.”

“Leon…”

“For old times sake…” Leon pleaded. He moved closer to you, grabbing your waist and leaning into your ear. “…Please?” he whispered.

You look at Leon, heat running through your body. He was a burning candle, and you were a moth that just couldn’t resist. Your lips crashed onto his and he slammed the door shut behind you. The both of you make it to the bed and swiftly take off each other clothes and threw it to the bedroom floor. Leon sat upright, back on the bedframe, while you were on top of him. You grinded on him slowly making him groan.

“Fuck, you don’t know how much I’ve missed this.” Leon breathed.

“Tell me Leon… How much did you miss me?” You said as you run your hands through his hair, tugging at it. You teased him, running your wet cunt along his hard dick. Leon breathed even heavier, you could feel his dick twitch as it longed to be in you.

"I'd think of you, when I touch myself... I missed you touching me, making you screaming my name, being inside you. I missed it all. Please, let me fuck you..." Leon begged. You held yourself up and positioned his dick under you.

You and Leon both moaned when he entered you. It took some time for you to adjust to Leon again. "So tight... You haven't been fucking anyone else have you?" He asked. You shook your head and he started thrusting into you, catching you off guard. You moaned and whimpered from Leon suddenly fucking you.

"Come on baby, use your words." he demanded.

You tried to speak but your words were slurred. "O-only... you... Leon. I've only f-fucked you..."

"Mhm, that's right. You're mine, got that? And I'll make sure people know that." Leon sucked onto your neck leaving hickeys on it, marking what's his.

He quickened his pace leaving you a moaning mess. Sounds of skin slapping against each other echoing in the room. You moaned his name over and over again like a prayer. As you feel your climax coming, your walls tightening around Leon's dick. He moaned your name into your ear. "You feel so fucking good baby."

"Leon, I'm close..." You managed to get the words out of your mouth. "Cum for me baby." Leon said as his thrusts get sloppier and rougher. A scream escaped your lips as you came. Leon finished inside you making sure every bit of cum filled you to the brim.

Leon looked at you and cupped your cheek. "Why don't we make up for lost time?"

The sunlight peaked through the gaps of the curtains and you find yourself in bed beside Leon as he sleeps peacefully. You admire Leon's beauty for a little while and brushed his hair to the side. His eyes flutter open and he greeted you in a raspy voice.

"Good morning love, did you sleep well?"

"Like a baby." You replied.

"Mhm, that's good. Come closer."

You move closer to Leon and lay on his chest. "There's something I didn't tell you last night." he said and you could hear his heart beat faster.

"Tell me..."

"I was recruited by the USSTRATCOM shortly after the incident at Raccoon City, and I'm a government agent now. These past 4 years, I've been training intensely. And in a few days, I'll be leaving for North America to my next mission."

You lay in silence, taking in the words Leon had just said.

"Say something please, [Y/N]..." Leon pleaded.

"Do you... want us to get back together, Leon? I want you to be realistic. If you're an agent, who goes on missions that you could possibly never return from, would you really want to be tied down to me?" You asked.

"I do want us back. God knows how much I want us back together. And I don't care about all that mission shit. I will return from every mission just for you."

"Are you sure Leon? Because this time, I'm willing to stay. I've lost you once, and I'm not making the same mistake again."

"I'm always sure when it comes to you. We'll make it work this time, I promise. I love you [Y/N]..."

"I love you too Leon." Those words coming out your mouth after years of longing for him gave you a feeling of euphoria and nostalgia all at once. Who knew that this time around, we'd fall right back into each other's arms.

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[maweallgotohell]

OKAY NO WAIT

I was reading fanfiction a few minutes ago, right? And it was about halloween costumes. Well, Cameron in halloween costumes.

AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT JUST RANDOMLY CAME TO MY MIND?!?!

okok y’all aren’t ready for this scenario-

Imagine it being Halloween and yn and Cam are going to go to a Halloween party of one of their friends. He knew what costume you’d choose, because you loved it so much, you couldn’t shut up about it. He, however, kept his costume choice a secret. You were lowkey scared he’d come up with something either incredibly scary, weird or stupid but it was

so.

much.

worse.

Or better, in your case.

After a few years of you and him being in a relationship, you randomly told him, that you had an immense crush on his character Jerome Valeska when you were 17. You were a few years younger than him. He was 30 now and you were 25. So when he was 22, you were 17, which was when they released the second season of Gotham. (This shit took all my math knowledge omfg)

You two laughed about it together. Cameron was a bit surprised that you randomly shared your teenage crushes with him, but he found it cute and funny.

So anyways.

It was the evening of the party and you already waited for him in the kitchen, already wearing your (fav costume) costume.

Cam‘s costume must’ve been very time-, skill- and effort-consuming, because he had called someone he once worked with, to help him with it. By the time you were really curious about his costume. Why did he make it such a secret?

You didn’t want to be late, so you knocked on the bathroom door and called:“ Cam, darling, are you ready soon? We’re gonna be late.“

„Yeah, yeah, just a sec, hun!“, he answered from the other side of the door, giggling like a little child.

What the hell was up with him? His costume must be really great.

You went back down the stairs and waited for him at the bottom of the staircase.

After a few minutes, you heard the bathroom door creak open upstairs and him giggling. As he came downstairs you turned around and-

You couldn’t believe your eyes.

Were you dreaming?

Wth was happening.

In front of you stood your boyfriend.

As Jerome mf Valeska.

You stopped breathing for a bit and felt like passing out any second. All those butterflies you felt for the character in your teens-

They were back.

„You like it?“, Cam smirked.

You just stared at him.

Then you just broke out into loud laughter.

„Wtf Cam HAHAHAH WHAT IS THIS“

You had to grab onto your thighs for support while wheezing and laughing.

„I thought, for this Halloween, I’d go as your teenage crush.“, he joined in on your laughter.

„I can’t take this Cam omfg. It’s so weird. I can’t take you seriously with this, you know that right?“

„Nah, I think you’re just even more in love with me right now.“, he grinned proudly.

„Yeah true.“

„Sooo“, he asked, a mischievous smirk on his face.

„ You still in love with lil ol‘ me?“, he asked in his deep Jerome voice.

Your face dropped.

„There is no way you can still do that.“, you said, blushing like mad.

He began laughing again.

„ Guess your crush on him is still there.“, he grinned.

„Yeah I guess the fictional crushes of teenage girls will never leave them.“, you said, a hand now over your mouth, still in shock.

„ Then let’s make little Yn‘s teenage dream come true and let her spend an evening with her bad boyfriend, Jerome Valeska.“, he grinned, placing an arm around your hip as he started guiding you towards the front door to leave.

„You know I’ll not be able to process this the whole evening, right?“, you asked, still a bit in shock.

„Yep.“, he grinned happily.

„Maybe my hot gf will be all over me even more the whole evening.“, he said, leaning down towards your ear, then whispering.

„ You look very hot btw hun. Gotta make sure to not let my feelings take over and take you home again just so I can have you all to myself, huh?“, he smirked.

You blushed. Yn exe literally stopped working.

You had literally the best boyfriend, Cameron Monaghan, who was also Jerome Valeska today..

Wtf.

„I love you so much Cameron, you know that?“

He smiled at you.

„ If you want you could even call me Jerome or J today.“, he smirked.

„But yeah, I know that. I love you too. And I love you more.“, he smiled proudly.

„But just don’t fall for Jerome more than for me, alright?“, he asked jokingly.

„No can do.“, you laughed at him as he poked your sides and started to tickle you as a response to your sassy answer.

—————

At the party, you two leaned on the bar waiting for your drinks. Well basically he leaned with his back against the bar and you leaned with your back against his hard chest, him having his arms around you. He put his head onto your shoulder and let out a sigh, making you shoot him a questioning look.

Then he raised his voice in the Jerome tone.

„It just feels good to be back.“

You giggled.

„Just don’t start killing people for real okay?“

„Why not? I wouldn’t harm you of course, doll. You’re the Bonnie to my Clyde.“, he murmured in your ear in that raspy voice.

You laughed.

„Hell yeah I am.“

You took his hand in yours and placed a soft kiss on its back.

„And nothing’s gonna change that.“, you added, now turning your head to the side and giving him a kiss on the cheek. He smiled, turned his head in your direction as well and kissed you on your lips, soft and gentle, the sfx make up on his lips feeling funny but also kinda real, which was astonishing.

As you pulled back, you examined every inch of his scarred face. Then you absentmindedly traced the scar where his face was „sewn on again“.

This was literally the most romntic thing Cam could’ve ever done for you and you didn’t even think about it earlier. That he could dress as Jerome.

There was a moment of silence as you two looked at each other.

„ I love you.“, you said. It was the most genuine and honest tone of yours.

„ Just please don’t get stabbed in the neck again or fall off a building. I can’t handle that shit again 8 years later. Hurt bad enough at 17.“, you smirked, rolling your eyes.

He chuckled.

„ I promise.“, he said in a playful way, but then his expression turned serious.

„I could never leave you YN, really. I love you.“

——————-

You two had an amazing evening.

BROOO IMAGINE-

Guys it’s 4:22 am and I’m sick so I really don’t give a fuck about any mistakes in this. That’s also why there aren’t any cute symbols or pictures for the aesthetic, I’m literally writing this on my phone rn. So I’ll fix that and correct them later, okay?

Thanks

Love ya <3

Bye

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[welcometothejianghu]

Hey, you! You should watch Hikaru no Go!

Welcome to another round of W2 Tells You What You Should See, where W2 (me) tries to sell you (you) on something you should be watching. Today's choice: Hikaru no Go/Qi Hun/棋魂.

Based on the manga of the same name, this drama is the Chinese live-action adaptation of a story about a boy who plays Go, the spirit only he can see who teaches him how to play Go, and all the friends and enemies he meets along his journey to become a good Go player.

...Wait, no, come back. I swear it's more interesting than that makes it sound.

What it is, is a character-driven tale of a charming young boy who, among a bunch of weird and wonderful people who love him, grows up to be a charming young man.

(You see how his shirt says SWEETIE CUTIE? That is because he is a sweetie cutie.)

It's a sports manga, so you've got Training Montages and The Big Game and all sorts of tense moments like that. But there's also lots of fun, gentle plotlines that are equal parts tearjerking and heartwarming. It is incredibly written, act, and produced, and I can't believe that it's not more popular, because it's so good.

Here are five reasons you should watch it:

1: GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

Word of Honor is merely the second gayest thing I have ever seen a c-drama do. Hikaru no Go is gayer by an order of magnitude.

I think the way they got it past censorship was by saying, oh no, this isn't gay, it's just a sports rivalry! But come on, what do you mean sports rivalries aren't gay, have you seen how all those Canadian and US hockey players keep marrying one another? This is that. This is the tale of two boys who've been in love since they were seven figuring out that they've been in love since they were seven.

(And speaking of seven-year-olds, the kid casting is amazing.)

I mean:

This is an actual still from the show.

So is this.

So is this.

These are not taken out of context. The context would make them gayer. That's how gay they are for each other.

But you know what the best part is? They're not the only pairing. And I don't just mean this like, oh, here's two other cute boys, you can imagine the times they kiss -- I mean, the show itself has its own ships! Ships you wouldn't expect! Intergenerational gay Go solidarity!

Now here's the catch: You have to wait for it. But oh boy, the payoff had us clutching our heads and screaming as quietly as we could because it was after midnight and we were losing our minds.

That last episode!! You have to see it to believe it!!!

2: EMOTIONS!

Bring the tissues. There are parts where it was kinda hard for me to watch because I was sobbing.

Because it's a sports manga, there are lots of triumphs and tragedies. Not everybody can make it to The Big Game. Not everybody gets to live out their dreams. Sometimes you try your hardest and it's not good enough. Sometimes you play your best and you still lose. Some people have to give up on what they love. Some people who were there with us at the beginning don't get to make it with us to the end.

What really makes it is that the show sits with its emotions. Events will affect people's emotional states for multiple episodes to follow. People who have sadness don't just snap out of it. Loving someone doesn't automatically fix them. Shit's hard!

Of course, this contrast makes the triumphs even more wonderful. I will tell you that the show has a happy ending, but not always the ending you would expect would have been their happy ending. It is overall an incredibly uplifting show. You'll need tissues for that, too.

3: (Nearly) Everything Is Pretty Dang Normal

Part of what I mean by that is that while a lot of the actors are real pretty, they're also done up in ways where, like, if you met this person on the street, you would think, this person is pretty! and not, what the hell fancy-ass magazine cover did you just step off of?

Look at these normal goobers:

There are two exceptions to this. The first is Chu Ying, because he is a ghost energy being from the distant past, and ghosts energy beings from the distant past get astonishing eyeliner.

The second is Fang Xu, because his actor, Han Mubo, is an actual idol. Congratulations on your face, sir.

However, I also mean that the story is delightfully mundane. Sure, there's that one supernatural element to it, but everything else is just a regular story about regular people who have regular human problems. There are characters who disappoint their parents and mentors, struggle to pay their bills, try to balance school and extracurricular activities, have crushes, argue with teachers, flake on responsibilties, get lost in the woods, and do some pretty normal human things. Nobody's avenging anyone or trying to slay anything. It's just people being people.

It's even a bit of a period piece -- the show starts out in 1997, then jumps forward to the late '00s, so everything's just charmingly slightly outdated. Damn, I love everybody's flip phones.

4: Actually Good Television

Okay, if you like c-dramas, you know they can be ... janky. Episodes sometimes end practically in the middle of sentences. CG leaves much to be desired. Obvious cuts and last-minute overdubbing really stand out. You can tell where the censorship mandates got in there and started mucking around with things. That kind of jank.

This show feels different. It feels like someone thought out each episode, start to finish, and then created each piece to fit that vision. Every episode even has a title and beautiful title card. They start and end in dramatically logical places. The cinematography isn't anything particularly artful or experimental, but it's solid and clean and lovely. (And if you're sick of shows so dark you can't see them, you've got no worries here.)

The CG in the show is unobtrusive, and most of it is spent making Chu Ying subtly transparent.

There are a bunch of secondary characters, but to me that never felt overwhelming. Most of them are interesting, three-dimensional characters, no matter how short their screen time is. And while there definitely could have been more female characters, the show itself is pretty open about how sexism in the Go world means that it's mostly a boys' club -- and the ladies that are there are great.

In short, this is a show you can show to people who don't have c-drama brain and thus are less inclined to overlook some of the more cringeworthy aspects of their productions. I bet that your Average American Television Enjoyer Who Can Handle Subtitles would have no trouble getting into the groove of it, which I imagine could be very useful for those of you who have people you'd like to watch c-dramas with, except you don't feel like stopping every five minutes to apologize for one thing or another.

5: Better Than The Source Material?

This is the point where I have to admit that I myself have never read the manga or seen the anime. I came into this with only the vaguest familiarity with the source material. I can only tell you that the live-action drama is good; I can't swear that it's better.

However, @jianghootinandhollerin can speak to this comparison more authoritatively than I:

When I was 20, Hikaru no Go (manga) was my favorite thing, the primary obsession, the source of multiple livejournal themes, custom winamp skins, and a fanfic where Hikaru got a go stone stuck up his nose. Because of this deep love in my history, I was dubious about a live action version and the changes it made, but hey, turns out, those changes were exactly what the 20 years older version of me needed. This version of the story benefits so much from having the full, completed story to work from from the outset. The manga didn't know where it was ending when it started, but this show got to, and the story gets to be richer and the characters' stories get to be deeper thanks to that. And also, very importantly: everyone is older and much, much gayer.

Look, I understand if "but it's not the original manga/anime" is a dealbreaker for you. There are adaptations of things I can't watch because no matter how good the end product may be, I'm going to hold it against it that it's not the source I'd rather be seeing, and that's not a fair standard. That's fine. It happens.

But if you can, give this a go (pun unintended). It does not replace the original thing; it is a different take on the same idea. And yeah, it's one that really speaks to me here, on the other side of forty as I am. Maybe I would have missed it at twenty, but the person I am now really respects its attitude that while Being The Best is all well and good, it is not the only thing, and it is absolutely not more important than being yourself and doing what you love with the people you love. Sometimes you peak and can't advance anymore, so you become a teacher, and you know what, that's better than okay, that's actually pretty great. (Do I overidentify with Bai Chuan? Listen: maybe.)

Have I convinced you to watch it yet?

You can watch it on iQiyi, or you can watch it on iQiyi's YouTube channel. I hope you love it as much as I do.

#hikaru no go #qi hun #棋魂 #rec post #i made this #because I love these go boys #meta

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Okay okay listen valeria and "10 years too late on that, love" prompt. F!reader! Will it be angst? Will it be bittersweet? Will it be fluff? You decide! (Go batshit crazy hun congrats on 2k followers!🩷🩷🩷 Here have a cupcake🍨)

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Hee hee, oh I'm already having ideas on this one. Oh this is gonna hurt and then be golden. Thank you so much darling!! I hope you enjoy this! 💖

Warnings: hurt/comfort, these two have History, swearing, mild pressuring into Situations.

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You didn't shake as you went back to Las Almas. Didn't tremble. Didn't look for familiar faces, no matter how desperately you wanted to.

You were here to do a job, and that was it. You'd be here a couple weeks maximum. And then back to your new home.

Everything would be fine.

You checked into your hotel, already busy planning your schedule for the next couple weeks. You had a few people to visit, things to do. Nothing terribly taxing or hard, but work all the same.

You got three peaceful days of work.

And then you got cornered coming out of a meeting. Three men stood around you, all of them in plain black suits, earpieces visible. They looked like security, almost.

Except for the fact that you knew nobody you were working with had security like this.

"Come with us," one spoke up, voice low and rough.

You debated making a scene. Or trying to run. Or just outright refusing. But... Well, you hated to admit it, but you had an idea of who was behind this. And if you were right... You wanted to see her. Just once. Just this once.

"How far are we going?" you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. Not moving yet.

"Outside the city," the man answered, a little reluctantly.

You narrowed your eyes at him. "And I'll be returned to my hotel room?"

He nodded, slowly but confidently.

"Fine." You let out a slow breath. "Fine."

They escorted you outside to a waiting SUV, bundling you into the backseat. You were oddly calm the entire drive - you already knew who you were being taken to, and you knew she wouldn't have you harmed.

You just weren't quite sure why. Why now. Why like this.

The house, when you arrived, was large and ornate. The yard was immaculate. You huffed a soft noise of amusement.

She had always dreamed of better things, and now she apparently had them.

A guard led you inside to the foyer and asked you to wait. You did, standing quietly and taking the chance to look around. The house was lavish without being ostentatious - nice floors and walls, but lacking the over the top touches. Nice. You hated to think it, but you approved.

"I was beginning to wonder if you had refused my invitation."

You turned slowly to watch Valeria walk down the stairs and towards you. Her hair was shorter than you remembered, with two braids on one side. There was a hardness to her that hadn't been present before.

But she was every bit as beautiful as she'd been when you'd left all those years ago.

"It was implied I didn't have a choice," you answered dryly, watching her, soaking in the mere sight of her. "You're looking well, Valeria."

"As are you." She stopped finally a few feet from you. "Apart from those dark circles. Not sleeping well?"

You smiled and ignored the question. "Why am I here?"

"Straight to business? How boring. I remembered you used to have more fun." She pouted, though it was purely for show.

"I wasn't here on business, then." You crossed your arms in front of your chest, tipping your chin. "It's a simple question."

She held your gaze for several long moments before her head dipped, just a little nod of acknowledgement. "You do good work still," she said, starting to pace a slow circle around you. A huntress, debating if prey was worth her time. "Your boss has nothing but good things to say about you."

"Dare I ask why you've been talking to my boss?" You kept the question wry, ignoring the thrumming of your pulse. She passed behind you, two fingers trailing over the back of your shoulder and part-way down your spine before lifting away again.

"I needed to know."

"For what purpose?" You didn't turn to face her, letting her play her little game. You stood straight and still.

Valeria came to a stop in front of you again. She didn't touch you this time. Just stood, looking at you, something longing in her gaze. "I'm offering you a job."

The laugh forced its way up your throat, bitter and wry. "You're ten years too late on that, love." The endearment slipped out without your permission. But you didn't regret it. Couldn't regret it, with the way her shoulders eased at that one word.

"I don't think so." Her smirk was cocky now.

"Don't you?" You shook your head, lowering your gaze. "That arrogance will be your downfall one day."

Her eyes narrowed and one hand lifted, two fingers under your chin forcing your gaze up until you met her eyes again. "Do you plan to refuse me?"

You let her hang there, waiting on you. It was good for her to have to wait sometimes, to have someone she couldn't growl into submission. "Tonight? Yes."

"Tonight?" She caught on the line, exactly as you'd expected. You both knew you'd left her that intentionally.

You leaned forward until her hand was pressed to your chest instead, your faces parted by scant inches. "Leave all of this, and we'll see."

Confusion flitted across her expression, almost too fast to catch. "Not even for you will I give up--"

"No, not give up." You frowned, considering how to rephrase your request. "There's a little restaurant near my hotel, with the covered patio and the gorgeous flowers. You meet me there tomorrow night. Just you. No guards at our table. No big showy motions. Just you." You lifted one hand, slowly, carefully, brushing the tips of your fingers against her cheek. Her eyes went half-lidded, a pleased cat.

"And then you will say yes."

"And then I will talk about it." You smiled, fingers slowly slipping into a small section of loose hair. Still soft. Just as you remembered.

You stepped back, before either of you could get carried away. "I'm going back to my hotel. I'll see you tomorrow for dinner." You took two more steps back and turned for the front door, both of you well aware that she was letting you go, that she was letting you retreat on your own terms. "If you don't show, I'll assume you're not interested any longer."

"Tomorrow," was all she said, a promise implied in her tone.

You smiled the whole way back to your hotel room.

#follower celebration #valeria garza x reader #2k celebration

[alrighttherescarhead]

Heyy hun! What if the reader has a child from a previous relationship! And Grayson steps in to help raise the baby. Can you pretty please write something about his reaction to when the baby calls him daddy/dada for the first time?! I feel like he’d be so soft and teary like in the vid when Ethan got him the watch as a housewarming gift!! 🥺🥺 thank youu love you so much!!

Thank you so much for the request, I love you so much 🥺<3 sorry for the longest wait ever

Grayson did more for you and your baby in 10 months than your ex didn’t in 8 long, dreadful years. Of course, the two of you did share some joyous memories – some even etched into your brain for many years to come. But those few memories would never be enough to override the haunting recollections of the relationship. What a shit show. You have no idea why you stuck around for so long.

“So where’d you wanna head first?” Grayson asks as he buckles his seat belt in, getting ready to drive to your desired destination.

“‘DONAWS!” your son screeches from the back seat.

Both you and Grayson chuckle in unison at the overly excited boy.

“Mcdonalds?” you raise a brow in surprise. “Don't you wanna go to a toy store first?”

Your son nods his head vigorously, kicking his feet excitedly into the back of your seat. Usually, this would irritate you but for this time, and this time only, you let it slide. It was his birthday, after all. 

Again, you chuckle. “Which one is it then, little man? ‘Donalds or Toys?” 

The boy pauses to debate the choices in his head. His brows furrowed in concentration as he began to stutter in a panic as if his life depended on him giving the correct answer.

“I- I- I dunno. I don’t weally wike pickin–”

Before the poor boy could get himself in too much of a predicament, Grayson steps in. 

“How about–” Gray twists in his seat to face your son. “How about we do both? At the same time! How awesome would that be, huh?!”

“Gray– you can’t take food into a toy store–”

“NUGGIES!”

Grayson looks at you with a smirk. 

“If that’s what the birthday boy wants, then that’s what he’ll get.”

*

“Where do you want to look first?” you ask as you and your son walk into the gigantic toy store, hand in hand. “Dinos? Teddys? Oh- what about the Nerf guns? There are so many cool ones to choose from–”

Even with all of the options you stated, your little boy only had his mind set on one thing. 

“Mommy, where’s Daddy?” he questions with furrowed brows, looking behind him in search of him.

You halt in position and scrunch your brows together in confusion.

“Daddy didn’t come with us today, baby.” you remind him, gently tugging his hand to keep him moving so the two of you don't hold up other customers.

“Yeah, he is! He dwiveded us here!” the boy explains in frustration, continuing to look back at the entrance in case “daddy” walked in.

Sighing, you kneel down to come face-to-face with your son. With care, you hold his face between your hands to keep his attention locked on you.

“Do you think the man that drove us here is your daddy?”

The boy nods hesitantly, watching your facial features drop as your heart plummets inside your chest. You had no idea how you were going to break the truth to him. 

“What’s wrong, Mommy? You look sad.” your son mirrors your actions by holding your face in his tiny hands. This causes your heart to melt in adoration. 

“Uh–” A lump forms in your throat causing it to tighten in discomfort, making your voice unsteady. “Gray– he’s not your Da–”

“DADDY!” Within seconds, the young boy is leaping into Grayson’s open arms, humongous grins plastered on both boys' faces. 

You couldn’t help but mirror their expressions; a smile creeping its way onto your face, spreading from one ear to the other. 

“Did you get da nuggies?” Your son whispers loudly into Gray’s ear with a mischievous grin.

“Sure did, buddy!” 

Gray holds the brown paper bag in the air, above his head, mimicking the famous scene from the lion king and sending your little boy into a fit of giggles. 

Noticing curious staff members nearby, Grayson shoves the brown paper bag into his hoodie pocket, making sure to leave enough space to be able to reach his hand in to grab a nugget when instructed to. 

The three of you begin to walk through the great toy store, searching for the perfect toy for your little boy. 

You scan the shelves thoroughly, looking from top to bottom, left to right, in a calm, relaxed manner when suddenly the perfect toy pops right into view.

You turn your head in search of your son to see him and Gray whispering. Shortly after, Gray pulls a golden nugget out from his pocket and passes it to the small boy beside him, followed by placing a finger over his lips and shushing. Your son nods and giggles in excitement before cramming it into his mouth as he looks around to check no one was plotting to confiscate his mouth-watering lunch.

“So yummy,” the little boy exclaims as he scoffs more food into his mouth. “Daddy want some?” 

“No, I – huh?” Grayson’s pace comes to a stop. He looks down at the small boy with furrowed brows. “What was that?”

“You heard him right,” you confirm with a sigh. “He thinks you’re his daddy. I’m so sorry Gray, i tried to tell him but he’s convinced you are and–”

“He is!” the little boy demands, grabbing hold of Grayson's hand. “You are my daddy, aren't you?”

The look on Gray's face spoke a thousand words. He looked as if he was about to cry.

“Is that what you truly want?” he asks softly, kneeling to his height. 

Your son nods eagerly before throwing himself into Grayson's body. “You’re my daddy.”

That lump in your throat had come back as tears threatened to spill from your glassy eyes. You were managing to keep them at bay until you look at Grayson. 

Shamelessly, Gray’s face was drenched in tears as he silently held back sobs. He sniffles and wipes his face dry with the back of his hand before pulling away from your little boy. He didn’t want him to think he was sad. 

“Did I make you sad?” the little boy asks in worry, noticing how puffy Grayson’s eyes had become. “My eyes do dat when I get sad too. It’s okay to cry, Daddy. Mama cries all the time when –”

“And that's enough of that –” you cut him off, putting your hand on his shoulder. “Go and pick out a toy before all the good toys go.”

“Otay!” Your son waddles off down the aisle, looking all over the place for the perfect birthday toy. 

You turn to Grayson to see him standing with his arms folded across his chest and his brows raised.

“You have some explaining to do.”

* 

After toy shopping, Grayson takes you all back to his to have a little nap. After putting your son down to sleep in Grayson's bed, you walk down the hallway to hear the twins conversing.

“Dude, you should have been there! He was all like “you’re my dad, right?” and then he practically tackled me and cuddled the fuck out of me. It was the cutest shit ever, i can't even –”

“Bro, you’re gushing – chill! You really love the little guy, huh?” Ethan queries with a little chuckle.

“I love them both” he corrects. 

“And we love you too.” 

#grayson dolan #grayson dolan imagine #gray #Grayson #dolan #ethan dolan #ethan #dolan twins #the dolan twins #imagine #dolan twins imagine #dt #dt imagine #fanfic #grayson dolan fanfic #fanfiction #dolan twins fanfic #ask #my writing #grayson bailey dolan #ethan grant dolan #grayson x reader #twins x reader #twins #fluff #cencept #grayson dolan imagines

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MINECRAFT | PJM

a/n:hi babies !! I decided to just fluff dump for the rest of the members before writing anything else bc I love soft fics as much as I love angst. thank you for the support you've been showing me for the last two fics, I really appreciate it, stay gold⁷ -miri

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"I am simply trying my best here, Minnie. I don't understand what else you want from me." You muttered, dropping the remote, pouting at the screen a few feet away from the both of you.

"I know, hun. But I really need you to hand over those gold ingots...just press the circle button, please. I know you worked hard for them but I promise once I kill the ender dragon, I'll build you a kingdom." He pleaded, his block character standing in front of you in a crouched position, as he turned to face you.

"It took me three hours to get ten gold ingots! forget the kingdom I want your diamonds!" you exclaimed, hitting his character with yours. He gasped, hitting you back. "My diamonds?! are you crazy!"

You giggled, hitting his character again, running off to a village that was nearby, "i guess im crazy to want them! Diamonds for gold ingots. your choice, min."

He started chasing after you, thinking momentarily, "ugh fine! I'll give you all my diamonds," he turned to face you, a serious look plastered on his face, "Do.Not.Lose.The.Diamomds. Baby, not to be all gamer mode on you but these diamonds mean a lot to me...."

You looked at him, nodding. "I won't lose them. I'll guard them with my life!" you promised, smiling as he dropped his twenty-three diamonds to give to you. Picking them up, you then dropped your ten gold ingots for him to pick up, and then he was off to kill the ender dragon.

You decided on making a house for the both of you to live in when he came back from his adventure. It wasn't a good looking one, but it was one nonetheless, and 'it's the thought that counts' Jimin added, placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

After a couple of minutes, you had gotten distracted by jimin's side of the screen, watching intently as he handled his way into defeating the dragon. "w-woah, Minnie! Be careful you're gonna die!" you exclaimed, sitting up straighter, waiting for the arrival of 'you died' to pop up on screen.

Instead, all you got was a chuckle, as he ate some food he saved up, before continuing on. You were never a big fan of Minecraft, but watching Jimin play was a whole different ballgame. It was interesting and honestly nerve-wracking.

"I'm fine, baby. Look!" he pointed to the screen for a second, and right when you looked, he placed one last hit on the dragon, watching as it cried out in anguish, purple hues coming from its body as it flapped its wings for the last time.

"You did it!" You cheered, arms thrown up in the air, as if you were celebrating a huge accomplishment. Which in this case, was.

"Yes!" Jimin cried out, standing up, grabbing your hands to get you up on you feet as he swung both your arms around. "I did it! No-We did it! If it weren't for your ingots baby, I would have never gotten what I needed."

You laughed, shrugging, "I have no idea what that has to do with this but yay! We did it!" After dancing around the room for a moment, you both sat down, catching your breaths, staring at the screen, as the end credits of Minecraft played.

It was quiet when Jimin turned to you, grabbing your hand, "We make a great team, baby." Blushing, you looked at him smugly, "we make one helluva team!" and with a soft fist bump, you both grabbed your remotes, and continued on playing.

#bts fanfic #bts x reader #jimin #park jimin #jimin fluff #bts fluff #bts #bts jimin #fluff #soft fic

[inevitablysomber-dark]

Shackled (Chapter 18)

Dark! Rafe Cameron x Pogue! Reader

Warning: There are some intense, dubiously consenting and nonconsensual sexual themes in this series, MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. MINORS DNI.

Summary: You hate Outer Banks with a passion and are working hard to get out despite all the obstacles in your way. Rafe himself eventually becomes one of those obstacles after a night of low impulse control. Will you be able to overcome him or with you have no choice but to submit.

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You didn't know what game Rafe was playing at, but you knew you wouldn't like it once it was revealed. 

It had been a week and a half since Annie Rose gave you the ok to participate in more 'strenuous' activities, a question she'd answered due to Rafe's inquisition. Yet he continued on with life as if she hadn't said anything. 

At this point, you could care for yourself, Rafe still made sure you took your pills in the morning and provided you with your daily meals, but outside of that, you mostly did everything else yourself. 

Since your last attempt to escape, he always kept you nearby. He didn't trust you on your own, so he dragged you along with him whenever he had to go somewhere. Whether it be to client meetings or a run to the store. 

Wheezie once commented on his strange obsession with having you around all the time and simply shrugged his shoulders. She really didn't understand how close she was to the truth. 

Despite the lack of sex, he still made sure to express his affections toward you through touches and kisses, and you would occasionally lean in towards him. It would take you a moment to snap out of the trance, but by then, he'd already notice and have a smirk of triumph adorning his face. 

You could feel yourself giving in to him. The longer you stayed with Rafe, the more you wanted to be around him. You were finding comfort in his touch, smell, and kisses. How you loved his kisses, and how he loved giving them away to you. You were desperate now, fighting the desire to surrender to Rafe and his whims. You honestly didn't understand it. 

Part of you was glad he hadn't taken you because at least you had that going for you, but the other part was impatient, frustrated that he hadn't made do with his promise to fuck you. 

You were in his bed, trying to read some random book you found in Ward's library, when Rafe stepped out of the shower. He hadn't bothered covering himself up as he dried his body. You watched as his manhood swung side to side with every movement before he found a pair of shorts and pulled them up. 

"Did you enjoy the show?" you looked up to find his deep blues staring back at you, a fierce intensity crackling deep within them.

"What?" you responded, pretending not to understand what he meant.

"You know what," he chuckles, closing out the bedroom lights before climbing onto the bed towards you. Using the moon's luster to help him see.

He grabs the book in your hand and places it on the nightstand before kissing you. Deepening it as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you toward the middle of the bed on top of him. You always show a bit of resistance at first before giving in. Lately, it has become less challenging to submit. 

You engaged in more heavy petting before he pulled away and wrapped you both in his comforter.

"Goodnight," he says, kissing the top of your head and laying to rest.

***

You didn't know how or why you did it, but you did.

You were walking toward the Outer Banks bridge that separated Figure 8 from the cut. You didn't know where you were going, but you let your legs lead. 

While trekking, you heard a vehicle approach and slow down behind you. Pausing, you take a breath preparing to face Rafe's wrath, but to your surprise, it was Ether. 

"Hey, hun, do you need a ride?"

Stunned at how things turned out, you immediately climbed into the car before she started driving away. 

"How are you feeling? She asked. 

"Better than before," you shrugged. 

She nods 

"I visited you at the hospital a couple of times, you know." her voice cracks, "I felt so terrible,"

"Why?" you asked. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"I left you there with that man. I didn't even stay to make sure everything was safe,"

"You had no way of knowing. No one expects a father to do what he did to me." you glance over to catch her sniffle. "You didn't do anything wrong," you reassured her. 

She nodded, trying to accept your consolation, but you could tell she was having difficulty through the cloudiness in her eyes. 

"I heard you're staying with the Camerons now?" 

As butterflies explode through your chest, you feel a drop in your stomach. You nod, confirming her assumption. 

"Where are you headed?" she says, a valid question since we were getting close to the bridge. 

"The County detention center," you respond. It just came out with no thoughts or reason. 

"Isn't that where HE is?" she asks. 

"Yea, I have a few questions for him." 

She nods. "Does. Rafe know?" she asks. 

This has your attention. 

"Why would Rafe need to know?" you ask. 

Did she think you needed Rafe's permission to do things independently? If she did, you were insulted. 

"I just thought, with yall dating and all, he wouldn't want his girlfriend walking to the detention center, especially after her accident. 

"He'll be fine," you say, turning your head back to the road. 

The drive feels long and quiet. 

Ether offers you a ride back when you get to the Center, but you shoo her away. You might even return to the Cameron Mansion. You needed to figure out what you were planning to do afterward. 

Going inside, you put in your request to see your father. They required some ID, and seeing as you didn't have any on you, you managed to convince the lady behind the counter to let you see him anyway, saying it would be the only time you would come to visit. 

Outer banks were a small world, so she already knew who you were without needing ID. She probably thought you were saying goodbye, and she might be right. 

***

He looked terrible, eyes bloodshot, bruised face, and hair disheveled, like the devil ran him through a dryer. 

"Hi," you say. 

"What do you want?" he asked as if somehow you were a nuisance. 

"I want to know why you did it?" you asked.

"Did what?" he responds.

"Everything," 

You knew what he was trying to do but were long past humoring any of his antics.

"Your mother tried to leave me,"

"So you killed her?" you asked. "Wow, way to keep her around." 

"I didn't want to kill her, I just needed her to be quiet, and next thing I know, she stopped moving."

Tammy wasn't a good mother; you weren't very close, and she was too preoccupied with her narcissistic-driven missions to love you as a daughter. But that didn't stop your heart from breaking for her. 

"And what about me?" 

He sighs. "I had no intention of laying a finger on you," 

You squint your eyes at him, and he could tell you didn't believe him. 

"I'm serious. Ward and Rafe came over that morning and said they wanted to hang out, so we went down to the bar and had a time," he starts your breath, leaving your body at the mention of the father-son duo. 

"They had mentioned something about always wanting to have my company but never having the time to do so." he nods. "Even saying how they never would since you were leaving," 

The pieces were slowly coming together. 

"We talked a bit and snorted a few lines before going our separate ways." he put his elbows on the table before him, covering his face in shame. "I remember sitting there just stewing at the thought of you just up and leaving me." for the first time since you'd gotten there, he found the courage to look you in the eye. "Were you really gonna leave me without saying anything?"

"Yes," you answered. There was no need to sugarcoat anything with him. 

He nods as if he understands where you are coming from. "As soon as you walked through that door, that was it. It was like my body moved on its own."

Rafe and Ward had instigated the attack, but why would they go so far. 

You got up to leave, but your father grabbed your arm. 

"No touching," a security guard yelled, and he immediately let go. 

"I love you, and I am so sorry,"

You purse your lips, contemplating what to say next. "I'm sorry too," walking away and leaving him to deal with his own mess. 

"You couldn't say you felt terrible, but you didn't feel good either. It's like you were on an island of indifference, and frankly, it scared you. 

When you stepped outside, you saw Rafe leaning against his truck, arms crossed and a tense look on his face. 

When you saw Ether get on her phone during one of the stoplights, the thought of her messaging Rafe about you had crossed your mind, but you thought nothing of it.

You walk over to him and place your forehead on his chest. You could tell he was shocked by how staggered his movements were when he wrapped his arms around you. 

"He told me what you and Ward did." 

There's a long pause as he chooses his following words carefully.

"I didn't know he would hurt you the way you did, otherwise-"

"Otherwise, what?" you look up from his chest, annoyed by his words. "You would have done it yourself?" 

"I would never-" 

"BUT YOU DID!" You screamed. You take a deep breath to calm yourself. "If you hadn't met with him that day, I would have never gotten hurt. Don't you feel bad at all?"

"I'm sorry you had to get hurt, but I have no regrets because now you're here with me."

You sigh, moving away from him to climb into the truck. 

He climbs into the driver's side once he confirms you're strapped in and drives off, heading towards your own prison. 

***

That night as you're lying in his arms,  you stay awake thinking about your situation and the information you'd learned. 

You suddenly felt Rafe's fingers tracing patterns along your back, thinking nothing of it until you feel him push them under your top. 

You look up to find him staring at you, a cloudiness stuck to his eyes. 

Using his other hand, he grabs your chin and pulls you into a kiss. You expected another makeout session for the night as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, moving you onto your back before placing himself on top of you. You weren't surprised because he'd usually have several throughout the night. His hands were everywhere as he groped and fondled you, moving your clothes around so he could have better access.

Realization settled in as he pushed into you, no warning. Air pushed out of your lungs, making breathing difficult, but he kept his lips glued to yours. 

He gave you a moment, letting you get used to the stretch, but his hands still moved around, trying to touch every inch of you. 

It wasn't long before he started rocking his body back and forth, forming a rhythm of lust as he concentrated on the ensuing pleasure. Your nipples perk as he rubs his chest against them while he wraps his arms around you and holds you tight against him. 

You could fight back, but you were just too tired,

It was so much easier to just give in.

#Dark!Rafe Cameron #Dark!Rafe Cameron x Reader #Dark! Rafe Cameron x Pogue! Reader #Dark OBX #Pogue! Reader #Pogue Reader #dark fics #Rafe Cameron c Reader #Outer Banks #series #Shackled #Shackled Series #dub con #dubcon #dubious consent

[kaylinlmao]

OKAY SO

MY SCENARIO IS THAT READER IS SELECTED IN THE PLAY ROMEO AND HULIET, THEY GET JUILET ONE OF THE MAIN CHARACTERS AND THE GHOST BOYS+FINNEY ARE FIGHTING TO BE ROMEO?? IT CAN BE YANDERE OR NOT

THANK YOU! 💕💕🫶🏻

This is so creative! Thank you for requesting @notaudreyxx Love ya!

I walked over to the cast list on the bulletin board outside the gym. I GOT THE PART! I GOT JULIET! Yes! Boo yah! Now who was I gonna be kissing? There were 6 prospects for Romeo? Jesus. Billy Showalter, Griffin Stagg, Vance Hopper, Robin Arellano, Bruce Yamada, and Finney Blake. I know those boys

They're creepy. They're always fighting over everything! Mostly me. Like who gets to sit by me, who gets to sign my yearbook, who gets to partner up with me on the project. I just hope they don't fight over the part of Romeo.

When I get to the stage after school, the drama teacher, Ms. Godfrey, was sitting down on a chair in front of the stage. "Hi, Ms. Godfrey! How are you?" I asked. "Oh I'm doing fabulous, sweetheart. Have a seat." I sat next to her. "I loved your audition for Juliet but there are 6 boys who I think would be perfect. You can watch them audition and then talk to them and do a scene with them to see who you have the most chemistry with. Rate their auditions out of 10. Ok?" "Ok. Got it."

Just then Billy walked out on stage. He preformed a pretty good act, 8.5/10. Then Vance. He didn't seem into it at all, 4/10. Bruce walked out next. His was really good, 9/10. Then Robin. He also didn't seem into it as much as the others but it was still good, 8/10. Griffin came out next. His was ok. I just didn't feel anything from the performance, 7/10. Then, lastly came Finney. His performance left me shook. He was into it, he showed his emotions perfectly, 10/10.

"So, Y/N. Who stuck out to you? Read your scores to these boys here." She said as the boys stood in a line on stage. "I gave Billy as an 8.5/10. You did good but not great. Vance, I gave you a 4/10. You just didn't seem like you wanted to be here. Bruce, I gave you a 9/10. Really good but still room for improvement. Griffin, I gave you a 7/10. You just weren't, into it. Lastly, Finney. 10/10. Performance was spot on, emotions showed clearly, you were into in just enough. You left me shook." I said giving him a smile.

"Ok. Now, Y/N. Go backstage and take 5 minutes for each boy to see who you spark the most chemistry with." "Kk" I said, grabbing Billy and taking him backstage. "Sup." I said. We talked for a few minutes. He seemed like a sweet boy. To others. I knew they had threatened to kill Ms. Godfrey if she didn't let them do this. So I'm going with it.

After talking to all 6 boys, Finney seemed like the least fake. "I chose Finney as my choice for Romeo. Ms. Godfrey, what do you think?" "I think that's perfect, hun." "Also, boys." I said. "Its not ok to threaten a teacher." I saw them glaring at Ms. Godfrey. "She didn't tell me. I'm not stupid y'know. Now go home and Finney, be back here at 4pm every day."

I heard punching sounds backstage. I walked back there to see them ganging up on Finney. "BOYS! STOP IT!" I said, running over to Finn who was laying on the floor crying. "Hey, its ok, its ok." I said hugging him and running his back. I felt really bad for him.

What I didn't know was that he was smirking over my shoulder at the other boys.

Hope you like it @notaudreyxx! Love y'all! :) -Kaylin

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[toastedkiwi]

Disturbed Sleep

Summary: Captain Syverson comes home from yet another deployment and he has to bother you.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Roommate!Reader

Sy came in through the back knowing the little trick to get the sliding glass door to open. You’ve got the front door locked with a third lock that he doesn’t have the key for yet. He’ll have a discussion with you about unnecessary locks.

He took his boots off and dropped his bags on the kitchen floor. He pulled off his socks and felt the cold tile against his bare feet and fuck, did it feel so sweet. Sy could cry but he’s gotta bother you with his presence after being gone for nine months.

The Captain headed off to the stairs by the front entryway. He went up the stairs carefully knowing you might possibly wake up due to his “stomping”. He doesn’t believe he stomps around. He walks perfectly fine.

He came to your room and you aren’t in there. He went to his room. You have the lamp still on giving a warm glow to the master bedroom. You’re a under a pile of blankets on your stomach with one bare leg exposed to the elements. Your head is underneath his pillows. He’s not surprised as you’ve bitched about his pillows being ass.

Sy took off his jacket and pants. His shirt came off too leaving him in his underwear. He headed to the foot of the bed. He climbed into the bed. He crawled under the blankets finding you in his hoodie and sweatpants. He crawled over you and got his head out from underneath the blankets. He took the pillow off your head. He moved loose strands of your hair out of your face. You’re out cold looking so peaceful like some of the guys who can sleep literally anywhere.

He lowered all his weight on top of you. A loud whine left your lips. Sy smirked and kissed your cheek. Your head turned face down. He kissed your neck. You cried out.

“Whataya want from me?!” you asked.

He laughed at your dramatics. You don’t like beards at all. You’ve told him before. You like him clean shaven and he likes the beard. He tried a mustache but you’ve called him a perv who lurks for children in a white van with candy.

“Get off!” you whined trying to lift yourself up.

Sy just laughed. You whined louder. You turned your head to the left.

“Are you fucking naked?!” You exclaimed.

“What if I was, Darlin’? What would ya do?” he asked.

“Kick you in the nuts for disturbing my sleep with your nakedness, you bitch ass cunt,” you warned.

“I have underwear on, Babe,” he said.

“Ugh, lame,” you groaned.

“Lame? Ya want me naked, woman?” he exclaimed.

“I want your fat ass off of me,” you sassed.

“Some say it’s thick,” he sassed.

“Who fucking told ya about the use of the word thick?” you asked.

“Some of the youngins on my squad,” Sy explained. “Sayin’ that I’m mad thick.”

You wheezed into laughter.

“They say chicks dig it,” he said into your ear.

You cringed. He allowed you to roll over onto you back. He kept you caged in. You reached up and placed your hands on his bearded cheeks. You looked up at his gorgeous blue eyes that you haven’t seen in awhile except in pictures— it’s not the same.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hello,” you said. “You’ve disturbed my sleep.”

“I know. That was my goal,” Sy said.

“Why is that?” you asked.

“Well, you’re in my bed. You’re wearing my clothes. And it smells you sprayed your perfume on my pillows, Hun,” he explained so simply.

“Don’t be jealous that I have a great choice in perfume nor that I look great in your clothes,” you sassed.

“I’m not at all. You look great in my clothes and you smell delicious,” the Captain said. “I just wonder why.”

“Somebody had to be the man in the house while you were off on classified missions,” you said. “And men sleep in the master bedroom.”

He chuckled and said, “ya held the fort down for me?”

“Yes, I did. I did pretty well,” you smiled. “I even killed my own spiders.”

“Wow,” he said. “I guess I let you have those duties.”

“No, no, no, no,” you shook your head. “That’s on you.”

“Alright, only ‘cause you’re cute,” Sy said.

You immediately squished his cheeks and said, “stop flirtin’ with me.”

“What if I don’t wanna?” he asked.

You grabbed his chin and pulled his face close.

“Then I’ll catch feelings,” you said.

He smiled and said, “what if that’s the point?”

“Then take me out on a date, you fool,” you sassed. “And ask me properly.”

“Would ya like to go out on a date with me?” Syverson asked.

“Only if you turn out the lights and let me sleep on you,” you said.

“Those are your only conditions?” he questioned.

“Yessir,” you said.

“I can definitely agree to those,” he said with a smirk.

He reached out and felt around for the chain. He pulled it and out went the light. He then grabbed you and flipped you over onto his chest. You squeaked making him chuckle.

“My baby, my darlin’,” he said.

Your head rested against his hairy chest feeling his heart beat against your cheek. One of his hands cradled your head and his other hand rubbed your back.

“I’m glad you’re back,” you mumbled.

“Me too,” he said.

#captain syverson #captain syverson fluff #captain syverson x you #captain syverson x reader #captain syverson x female reader #captain syverson x roommate!reader #captain syverson x y/n

[leoandraphssoulmate]

The Worst Part is Not Knowing

A TMNT Short

LeoXFem!Reader

Click clack clack click

You wrapped your arms around yourself, staring out at the rain. It was coming down in heavy sheets, obscuring the street below. You sighed, wondering when it would finally let up. You were tired of the gray hazy days and long cold nights. You were so ready for the sun! To feel it on  your face, your arms, your shoulders. Silently, you pressed your hand to the window, saying a silent prayer for your beloved. Nights like these made you nervous for him and his brothers. The rain made it easier for bad men to hide in the shadows. Leaving your extended family vulnerable. 

You glanced at the clock on the small nightstand next to your bed. 1:00 a.m.. He was late. He normally stopped by around midnight. Your apartment was conveniently on his route back towards the lair. The cup of tea that you made him sat chilled by the window, steam no longer rising from its center. Your heart skipped a beat as you tried to shove away the hundreds of negative thoughts that threatened to pull you under. You refused to believe that something had happened to him. To any of them. He must have got caught up with something. Maybe a robbery? A mugging?

You smirked to yourself, remembering how you met him, once upon a time finding yourself in an alley at the end of a gun. You remembered how calm and collected he had been when he rescued you and so very sweet. The fact that he was a 6 foot mutant turtle absolutely meant nothing to you. He was taken aback by your nonchalant attitude. So much so that he felt comfortable enough to introduce himself to you. 

“My name is Leonardo.” His brilliant blue eyes sparkled as he looked you over. “But you can call me Leo.” He smirked.

Leo. The most beautiful name in the world.

Slowly, his brothers introduced themselves as well. 

That was five years ago. 

How time flies! Especially when you finally find where you belong. Over the course of those five years, you found yourself down in the sewers more than you ever thought possible. Leo wanted you to move in with him, but you just weren't ready. Now, staring out the window, you regretted that choice. What if something did happen? You quickly glanced at your cell. Should you call? What if he’s in the middle of a fight? Would it distract him? Making something inadvertently happen to him? Your gut twisted and squirmed. Now was the time when you really hated that Splinter didn’t have a cell phone. 

Your mind whirled. Who could you call? Casey? You looked at the clock again. Would he even answer? You licked your lips, walking over to your phone. You slid your finger over Casey’s name, your breath hitching as you waited for him to answer. 

“Y/N?” His sleepy voice came over the line. 

“I’m sorry, Casey. I’m having a bit of a hard time.” You explained. 

“What’s going on?” He asked, more alert. 

“It’s Leo. He’s late. He’s never late!” Your emotions began spiraling out of control. 

“Hey, Y/N! Calm down, hun! I’m sure he’s ok! I haven’t heard anything from the guys. I’m sure they’d call if he wasn’t ok.” He said, his words soothing your mind.  “I’d call you if that ever happened.”

Tears stung your eyes. “I didn’t think about that.” You said softly.

“Tell you what. Let me give Raph a call and I’ll call you back. Ok?” He said. 

You nodded. “Yeah. Ok. Thank you, Casey.”

“Sure thing! Be right back!” He hung up, a buzzing sound filling your mind as you pulled the phone away from your ear. 

Seconds felt like hours as you stared down at your phone, your eyes fixed on the time. 1:30am.. You squeezed your eyes shut, intense dread filling your gut. “Please be ok!” You whispered harshly. You were definitely going to insist that you at least be able to text him while they were out on patrol from now on! There’s no way your heart could handle another night like this! Your hand absentmindedly squeezed your phone as you sat down on the edge of your bed. “Come on, Casey!” 

“Hey.” Leo’s voice suddenly drifted across your bedroom.

You instantly stood, your phone falling to the floor as you locked eyes with him. “Leo.” You whispered. 

He took a few steps toward you, the base of his shell dripping as he left wet footprints on your carpet. “I’m sorry I’m late, Y/N.” 

You thought you’d be angrier at him, that you’d sling a few biting remarks, but the truth was, you were just glad he was there and most importantly that he was OK! You shook your head slightly, a few tears falling down your cheeks. Without another word you ran to him. You wrapped your arms around him, your pajamas soaking up the rain from his plastron. Leo sighed, wrapping his arms around you as well as he kissed the top of your head. 

“We need to come up with a better arrangement.” You said as you pulled back to look up at him. 

“I agree. Does this mean you’ll move in with me?” He smirked. 

“Among other things.” You sighed, leaning up to kiss him. Just behind you, your phone dinged. You didn't need to look to know it was Casey texting you that Leo was in fact quite alright.

@leosgirl82 @thelaundrybitch

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[mustainegf]

I JUST SAW YOU WRITE FOR MARTY??? Omg, it's so rare for people to write about him 😭

Can you write anything with him, it doesn't have to be smut but it's your choice, maybe something wholesome?

Maybe some date, or marty comforting the reader, or inviting the reader to see megadeth having a practice session, or them playing videogames or doing something fun and cuddling after? Those are just a few ideas i had so you can choose 😭

I just feel there's a lack of marty fics </33

I did a few little mish mashes of ideas sooooo

RIGHT!?! Omg I love Marty so much he’s such a cutie

Idk I hope you like it!!!

For the comfort I totally picture this guy to comfort you after a bad dream

I woke up gasping, heart racing, in a sweat. I don't have bad dreams often. But this one felt so real. I could still feel it.

The panic. The fear. My hands were shaking and my stomach was churning. Marty stirred by my side, groaning as he tiredly opened to eyes in confusion.

"What's wrong honey?" He asked groggily, sitting up.

I couldn't say anything, the unsettling feeling still gnawing at my bones.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. "Talk to me, hun." Marty reached over, pulling me close to him. With a surrendering sigh, I laid my head on his chest, carefully playing with his tight curls.

His heart beat against my cheek and that made me feel better. After a while of listening to the sound, I finally spoke up. "Nightmare," I admitted as her continued stroking my back softly.

"You're safe, you don't gotta worry, hun." His words soothed me, his heart still thumping under my ear.

"Lay down, try and sleep, I'm right here," Marty cooed, laying me back down and holding me close.

OR GOING TO THEIR RECORDING STUDIO OMG

I sat on the old squishy couch, watching the guys record. Marty kept giving me goofy glances.

He was too cute. He'd smile stupidly back at me, taking any chance he could just to look at me. Or check my reaction every time he finished a solo.

The guys definitely noticed him doing this aswell.

Teasing how much of a lovesick puppy he was.

Every time Marty would glance over at me, Nick would aswell, staring wide eyes at me just to piss of Marty.

I giggle at the two of them, having to cover my mouth as to not ruin their recording.

The video games Omgg I can’t, he’s too adorable

I sat in Marty's lap, my fingers dancing quickly over the shitty buttons of the controller. Marty's arms wrapped around my waist as he played alongside me. Of course he was beating me in the only video game I was good at.

I tried my hardest to beat him but his reflexes were too fast. It was no fair that he was still able to beat me after all these years. I swear it was all the guitar playing, it made his fingers too quick.

"You're so bad, I could almost feel sorry for you," Marty teased, nudging me slightly.

"Whatever," I huffed, pressing my cheek against his.

"Give me a kiss, and maybe I'll let you win," Marty shrugged, his flowing curls bouncing at his shoulders.

I leaned in, scattering kisses over his cheeks and jaw, forcing him to topple over and let go of his controller.

He pulled me down with him as he fell back into the couch. “No you said I could win!” I whined, a wide smile pulling at my lips. “You gotta play the player, not the game sweetheart,” he chuckled, setting a kiss on my temple.

IM SORRY IF ITS SHORT I WAS JUST SO EXCITED WHEN SOMEONE ASKED FOR MARTY STUFF I LOVE HIM SO MUVH 😭🤍🤍

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[kisabesworld]

How about Kenny x fem reader where they raise Clem and AJ like their own family and have wholesome lil moments, probably living in a farm in the mountains or some marsh kind of island, wherever you pick. I just figured something rural, in terms of in world game and just comfortable living.

THIS HAS ME KICKING MY FEET AND GIGGLING AHH

Kenny x fem reader !

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *

so this would take place after you have the choice to either stay with kenny or go to wellington. obviously in this story clem chose to stay with kenny :) after they went and found shelter, they met you, and yk what happens next.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

contains: romance?? cheesy love stuff idk, mentions of death.

You stood at the stove, AJ clutching your calf as you stir some stew you had cooking. He doesn’t say a word, but it was awfully nice to have his company. You smile down at the boy, patting his head with your free hand.

Then you hear the doorknob jiggle. Immediately AJ runs towards the front door. He giggled excitedly, his hands reaching for the knob that was all too tall to reach.

Then the door opened, and in came Kenny and Clem. You smiled at them sweetly, Kenny coming up to press a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, then your lips.

“Welcome back, Ken.” You say, hugging him. He hugs you back, a smile on his face.

“‘Yer too sweet.” He responds, southern accent thick. He pulls away from the hug to set his rifle down on the table.

“Clem? Did you have fun?” You turn, seeing her playing with AJ on the floor. Colorful blocks and shapes littered the hardwood. The girl smiled from where she sat.

“Kenny taught me how to shoot a rifle.” She says, before going back to playing with AJ. You smile, turning again to see Kenny sitting down at the dining room table. You speak in a lower voice now, walking to the stove again and beginning to stir the pot.

“Did you have fun out there?” You ask him, your gaze inquisitive. You knew he’d had a hard time with his past. Sometimes he’d get angry, and you hoped while they were out wasn’t one of those times. You’re looking down at the pot, and you don’t notice him behind you until his arms wrap themselves around your torso. You smile immediately, resting a hand on his forearm.

“Yeah, hun. I had a good time. Clem did good, shot a few walkers too.” He says, resting his chin on your shoulder. You feel relieved knowing they both were telling the truth. “Can’t believe this.” Kenny speaks again, and you shoot him a confused look.

“What? Believe what?” You ask, still stirring the pot on the stove.

“Can’t believe I got a second chance.” He says, sadness in his voice, but he smiles. He didn’t have to explain what he meant- You knew about Katjaa and Duck; it killed you to know he’d been through so much. You set down the spoon you were stirring with, turning to face the man.

“And i’m glad you did.” You respond, kissing his lips gently. You smile at him and he does the same to you. “Now, let’s get the kids together for dinner.” You say. He nods, kissing your cheek before walking into the living room to get Clem and AJ for dinner. As you put soup in the bowls, you thought again.

You really were glad he got a second chance.

You’re glad he gave himself one.

[lexinympho]

[slightly suggestive (?), gn!reader, minor talks of sex and NNN, little to no proofreading, accidentally dialogue heavy]

"Imagine if the internet collectively agreed to call this month Dick Down December."

You alertly whip your head up from your meal to address the vulgar man before you, "Kenji, shut the fuck up, we're in public."

"I think anyone who comes to a 24 hour McDonald's at 2 am should expect to hear a thing or two, so no deal," he sniggered before taking a huge bite of the burger his stomach woke him up for.

You mentally apologize to the man sitting 2 booths away from you two and say, "Can't believe I agreed to date you, I swear-"

"Mm," he sipped his coke to clear his airway and wink at you, "you made the right choice babe, don't worry."

With a roll of your eyes, your sleep deprived brain goes with the flow and you bring up his earlier statement, "So, what? You're gonna start calling it Dick Down December now?"

His brown eyes light up, "It's clever! Kamasaki-"

"Right, him and Moniwa called you up last night."

"Yeah, we got a little drunk and started talking about stuff. Anyway," another sip of coke, "Kamasaki was talking about this and that, then he brought up No Nut November and asked us if we took part in it."

The fries you intended to chomp on only made it halfway to your mouth at the mention of that challenge and you ask in suspicion, "What did you say?"

"What do you think I said?"

"I dunno, that we had hot, sloppy sex in practically every room of the house every week of the month?" The odd hour has you feeling so out of it that you don't even feel embarrassed over what you said until 5 seconds afterwards.

"That's no different from the norm, but if you wanted me to say that, then-" he doesn't finish his sentence in favor of taking another bite.

"Hell no!" You laugh and lightly kick at his shin under the table with just enough force to catch his attention but not inflict pain. He gives a muffled laugh of his own with full cheeks and nudges you back before leaning into the leather of the seat and holds a finger up.

You shovel more fries in your mouth and swallow just as quickly as you wait for him to speak in a half discernable tone, "Damn, you really wanted those fries."

"You dragged me out of bed because you said you were hun-" you can't even finish what you're saying as a jaw popping yawn interrupts you.

"You didn't have to come though," he says with a witty raise of his brows.

You don't poke or prod the inkling of guilt shining through, at ease with the present mood, and respond, "Well I did, because you mentioned getting a burger and then I thought about fries, in turn making me crave them."

"So it's my fault that you got out of bed and rode with me to McDonald's for french fries."

"Yep. And you woke me up in the first place, so it's only right that you paid for all of this," you gesture to the assemblage of fast food on the table.

Kenji sits up to lean forward and fixate you with faux disappointment, "I always knew you're just dating me for my money."

You scoff, "Yeah, that energy company money gives me a life of luxury."

He scoffs in return and leans back once more to throw his arms over the back of the booth seat. He lets a few moments of silence pass so you can finish your fries (God knows you'd be upset if he kept you from eating them while they're hot), but speaks up once sleepiness tries to kick in, "So about Dick Down December-"

"Oh my God."

"No listen," he lowers his chin to look at you as though he's selling a product to you, "a whole month of abstinence followed by 31 days of hot, sloppy sex is the ultimate pay off."

You look down at the table in mortification, "Please don't call it that."

"We have hot, sloppy sex, deal with it," he casually remarks.

"What point are you trying to make here?"

His disposition suddenly becomes serious when he asks, "Wanna do it?"

You blink slowly, delirium seeping into your brain and making you wonder if you're hallucinating this conversation. "...Doesn't 31 days seem like a lot?"

"I'd fuck you for 100 days straight if I wanted to."

"Kenji!" You subconsciously duck your head from your accidental exclamation.

He cups a hand around one of his ears and gives you a lascivious look, "I'm not hearing a no~"

"You are not getting horny at 3 am right now, it is too early for this," you say in disbelief.

"I'm horny for you 24/7 and you like it, don't act like this is weird."

A strange sense of flattery works its magic and has you fighting to keep a humorous grin off your face so as to properly convey your discontent. You stand with the trash you've once you feel that you're losing however, "You're only being so stubborn about this because you're sleepy."

"No," he yawns out and blinks as he watches you traverse to the nearby trash cans and return just as quickly, "I really wanna do it."

You affectionately run your fingers through his hair and offer, "How about you ask me when it's not almost January? Like, next October?"

The slouch he'd been developing the longer he sat suddenly disappeared at your answer, "I'll take that as a yes."

"You'll get an actual yes once you drive us back home and let me sleep."

He stands to perform a back popping stretch and pulls his jacket back on, "Ugh, why can't you drive?"

"Because I'm 100% falling asleep on the way back after being woken up," you say as he holds the door open for you with a look of feigned betrayal.

"You followed me!"

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