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w0rmm1lk · 4 months

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I saw that you were receiving requests and I was wondering if you could write a Bakugou x male reader angst (both adults and married if possible, but it doesn't necessarily have to be.) where they There's an argument and the reader leaves the house at night and comes back just a week later (because Bakugou said some bad things. I don't think he would do that but I love angst where the character almost literally has to kneel down and ask the reader for forgiveness 😭😭😭) I'm sorry if it's too detailed and forgive my English, I'm Brazilian and I'm using Google Translate ☠️... (oh! and with a happy ending please🥺)

Yayyy first request hehe

Summary: reader and bakugo got into a small argument about bakugo not being home enough due to his hero work, bakugo being himself the argument escalated into something worse.

reader: Male

other details: Hero!Bakugo, Readers job not mentioned (can be read as hero reader or other). It is mentioned that reader has a sibling but details about them are not specified.

warnings: angst-(fluff at end), swearing(its bakugo what did you expect) implied married reader and bakugo but not mentioned. Kinda ooc but I tried my best 🥲

You and bakugo had been together for quite some time. You first started the relationship when he was in his second year at UA, but you had known eachother since middle school. So of course you knew eachother very well, and were very close. Or well, as close as you can be with bakugo.

when you first got together he had been quite distant, but you understood. He wasn’t use to this kind of thing, yet it didn’t take him long to adjust. Long story short after he graduated you both ended up moving in together.

you had quickly gotten use to how much bakugo worked. He was so desperate to be the No.1 hero, and of course as his boyfriend/husband you supported him in that. Yet, sometimes you felt that he was more focused on that than you. He was rarely ever home leaving you to do most of the house work, including the laundry, dishes, buying groceries, ect. at first it wasn’t anything to worry about, you were mostly okay with it since you got to stay home most of the time, but sometimes it would get lonley. It was weird… you had been in a relationship for so long and even lived with him yet the house felt so empty and devoid of life. You thought that it was maybe a good idea to bring this up with bakugo. He would understand…right?

You ended up needing to stay up quite late that night waiting for him to return. He always worked overtime just to get his rank higher. He was already in the top ten… why did he worry so much…?

you felt a small jolt of surprise when you heard the front door unlock, sitting up you looked over to see bakugo. Despite being right there he didn’t seem to notice you.

“Katsuki..? Can we talk real quick?” You spoke, trying to seem calm. Despite this your heart was beating like crazy, it felt like some part of you was screaming to not bring up the issues. “Hm? Oh, you’re still awake.” He replied.. yet it seemed quite delayed.

“ah- yeah… but we need to talk.” He looked over with an annoyed expression. “Not right now.” His reply… shocked you to say the least. “Katsuki. It’s important. It’ll be quick I just need to—“ he cut you off with an annoyed sigh. “I said not right now Y/N.”

“This can’t really wait for later—“ he glared. “Do you not get what *not right now* means?” He raised his voice slightly as he spoke, his eyes piercing into your softer gaze. “It’ll be quick—! I swear.” You spoke, hoping that he would take a moment to sit down and hear you out.

he rolled his eyes tilting his head back letting out a dramatic sigh. “Fine. Let’s just get this over with.” I felt a bit of relief as he accepted. I waited a moment as he sat down on the couch beside me. “The hell do you want? It’s so goddamn late.” Despite him agreeing to speak it was clear how much he didn’t want to.

“i… I was thinking, could you maybe… try spending a bit more time at home…? I know how important your hero work is to you- and I don’t want to stop you from reaching your goal but… we haven’t really spent much time together in the last few months, and— I guess I’ve been kinda lonley…?”

he stared at you, his gaze not breaking for even a second as he spoke. You looked back as you finished, expecting him to understand, but instead you were met with a rather… interesting, expression.

his expression gave off the kinda mood of *are you being serious?*

“that’s what this was about? This is what was so fucking important you just had to talk about it right now?”

what he said… it almost hurt slightly. “What…? What do you mean? I think this is something that’s pretty important.” He rolled his eyes at your response. “Tch, I get how needy you are but I can’t just throw away all my work just for you.”

“what-? I- that’s not what I’m saying-! You’re only ever home at night after I’m asleep and you’re gone once I wake up! I’m not being needy! And asking to see you at least once everyday while living in the same house is not being needy!”

his expression made it clear he was pissed off. “Do you not realise how important my work is? How important it is for me to become no.1? Or does it all not matter to you?!” You stare at him in slight shock, it was weird how much he was misunderstanding the situation.

“that’s not what I mean! I just want to spend more time with you-! If I’m going to be stuck at home all day I at least want to see someone-! Especially you!”

“I can’t just throw away my work to spend my whole day with you! My life doesn’t revolve around you!” He stood up looking down at you.

“Katsuki! That’s not what I mean-! You—“ He cut you off. “If you think I can put everything aside just for you then— you’re mistaken.” There was an awkward silence in the room for just a moment. “You should just go.” You stared at him, your eyes locked onto eachother. “What…?” “Tch— I said you should go-!”

“Katsuki— what are you talking about?!”

“…. You know damn well what I mean.”

the silence started again lasting for a good twenty seconds. You could feel the tears building up yet not spilling. “Fine.” You stood up grabbing your phone and keys walking out the door. You didn’t know what to do but just listen.

you looked at your phone for just a moment before texting your sibling, you didn’t really have anywhere to stay so you hoped they would let you crash at their place for a bit. You stare at the small screen… it was late so you could only hope they were still awake to reply. The amount of relief you felt when your screen lit up and a small notification read

..”sure.”

the next few days passed by so painfully slow. You stared at your phone most the time just hoping to see a notification from Bakugo, some sort of apology, or just a check up. nothing.

it didn’t help that he was quite a popular hero, you couldn’t even watch the news without seeing him.

after a full week past without anything from him, you realise that this was most likley an end to your relationship. All these years thrown away simply because you couldn’t handle not being near him.

you picked up your phone hesitating before sending bakugo a simple message.

“im coming over to grab my stuff. Be there in 20.”

you looked as the message sent, of course he left you on read.

despite it only being a 20 minutes drive, it felt like hours. Your mind was racing, you were nervous, scared to see him. As you walked to the front door you hesitated standing there for a good 30 seconds before finally knocking.

your heart was beating fast as the front door opened. “…come in.” He spoke. He looked more tired than ever, if anything it was a surprise he was even home. You simply nodded, stepping inside. The house looked like shit. You weren’t thinking that to be rude, it genuine looked like bakugo wasn’t doing anything to take care of it.

“y/n i—“ he was cut off staring at you, as you gave him the same glare he sent you a week ago. He averted his eyes like he was holding back tears. “Please— let’s… let’s talk about this….?”

“…what is there to talk about. You made it clear how you feel.”

“i— I had some time to think… a… a lot of time and— i- im… Tch— im fucking sorry okay?!”

you continued to stare at him, though the apology was genuine, you were scared to accept. You didn’t want things to just go back to how they were before.

“please y/n i— I didn’t realise how much I need you.. you’re so god damn important to me… i… took you for granted.”

you stayed silent staring at him. It’s not that you were being rude, you simply didn’t know what to say. You could see the desperation in his eyes but didn’t expect him to start tearing up.

“Y/n… please don’t leave me-! I.. I need you… please…” you watched as he grasped your hands tears pouring down his face as he struggled to even breath.

“im sorry for everything I said I— I had so much time to think and… I didn’t have my priorities straight! So please let’s just… let’s talk over this okay…?”

without a word you lifted a hand up wiping the tears from bakugos eyes before resting a hand on his cheek. “You’ll do better this time right…? It won’t just go back to how it was before…?”

you could see a spark in his eyes now that you finally answered. “I promise-! I— it won’t happen again just— please— don’t leave me…”

you let out a soft sigh. “I won’t leave you. And… I forgive you.” You heald onto his hands gently for just a moment before he pulled you in holding you close.

“i… don’t know how I ever took a man like you for granted.”

(end)

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nexusnyx · 2 months

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→ Based on this request. [WC: 1.1k]

Joel became an expert on many things in this damned life, but running away from something he wants is not one of them. OR; How you're Joel Miller's worst (best) habit .ೃ࿐

Although he'd love to say he "tried his best", Joel's no liar.

He never tried a goddamn thing.

Not even once.

The moment he saw it in you—the glint of something wicked looking for any inch of ground to sink teeth and claws in, the spark of desire meeting him, he was done for. Joel dug his heels and stood his ground despite his instincts, not knowing what would come of this.

"Hey, handsome."

Initially, he thought those to be a joke. Now, Joel knows better. "Thought you wouldn't come," is his answer.

You laugh under your breath, the air turning white in front of you.

Joel watches as you remove your coat, boots, and place all of your items in their proper places. The house Tommy found for him is small just like he wanted and it serves its purpose—Ellie's got a roof over her head, and Joel has pieces of furniture and cracks in the walls he busies himself with. It's more than he could've asked for after years of cleaning sewages or doing god knows who's dirty work.

Your disposition to come over to his place every Friday night and sit with him while everyone else hangs around the town's square for food and drinks never faltered.

Joel serves you the whiskey and sits on his porch chair, knowing you'll follow suit.

During the first visits, Joel's had some of the best conversation of his lifetime.

Even if it felt like this was his third one already—he remembered how good it was to have someone else around who also wanted to just enjoy the peace and quiet. Someone who took pleasure in knowing that this was real luxury. This was luck.

Then, Joel remembered how it felt to learn your visits and company were also the thing he kept denying himself.

Lingering looks. The burning touch of your hand brushing against his at every given opportunity. Sultriness dripped from your voice every now and then when he spoke of things that demanded intimacy. When the topic verged on real things, Joel recalled seeing you lick your dry lips and look him dead in the eye before responding, as if daring him to say you were joking, or even ask if you meant your words.

"I don't come here because I'm lonely, Miller. Is that what you think of yourself? That your company's good as nothing?"

"What?"

"Saying that implies your company offers me nothing when you know that's not true. You see me smilin' at you around town, waving hi, waiting for you to appear in the meetings just so I can have someone else to offer my incredibly witty remarks. You're not the go-to 'cause I'm lonely—which, by the way, I'm not."

"Figured you were. Haven't seen anyone else demand your attention back from me."

"It's 'cause they know it'd be worthless."

"Why'd you come then?"

"'Cause I like talking to you, jackass. Why else?"

"I—I haven't..."

"Haven't what? Interacted properly with another adult person in a while? That's okay, we'll take baby steps."

"Don't laugh at me, that ain't nice, sweetheart."

"I thought I was laughing with you..."

"All of this is weird."

"Which part? Having a life again? ... Yeah, it's weird."

Joel hated it when you were at a loss for words now.

It was more than just a habit after all these times—seeking the heat of your skin as you leaned against the wooden porch. His hand moved under your jumper and shirt, opening wide on the lower part of your back. He caressed the skin slowly and watched you from the side as you looked forward.

It was stupid to ask if something was wrong when everything around everyone sort of crumbled to pieces daily, so instead, Joel made a grunting sound to get your attention back on him.

When you looked up, something shone. The redness of your bitten lips made him want to soothe away your pain. Maybe kiss them until they are numb. Sometimes, Joel pretended he could lick you clean from any harm or any sin.

It's a whisper when your voice cuts through the howling wind of the night. "D'you think we'll ever be more than... this?"

It hits like a rock to his stomach.

This—late nights stolen like the first kisses were. Hidden messages, looks, touches, all hidden underneath some shame. All the taking and giving and taking again, both so lost in the pleasure and the touch that neither are capable of looking away when the other pins one with their eyes.

This—crying, and begging, and moaning, all muttered and exhaled because they were pulled, earned, and nothing could stop the pleasure from drooling from the lips.

This—a secret. A habit. A battle cry.

"I don't know." Joel wants to, though. His hand on your back squeezes harder, and he molds the front of his body to fit the back of yours. "I'm..." a lot. Too much. Never bold enough to think about these things. "A lot different than I was when I first got here."

There's a short laugh. "I know. I remember." Your hands smooth the way from his hands to his forearm, and you make yourself more compact to fit in his hold. "I just... I lied to my sister to come here tonight, and..."

It all added up. "Right." Did you have to? "Why did you?"

He regrets asking the second the words are out because the memory floods back with you quoting his words to him. "This is the last time we're doing this." He said that, back when he was still in denial you wanted him too. "I'm not sure if—"

Joel spins you so abruptly that it shuts you up. "I meant that back then, but it's not true," he shakes his head. "I was saying that more to cover my own ass than anything."

"Cover from what?"

"From how stupid I'd feel once you noticed I'm not what you want."

The silence that follows makes his nape itch. Joel's mind learned to listen for all the threats in the woods and the quiet of the houses surrounding them, but his eyes were glued to you.

You tilt your head at him, analyzing him so thoroughly that Joel does fidget.

"Is that what you thought?"

"It was." He can hear the exasperation in your tone as much as he can hear the surrender in his. "I don't mind if you tell people where you're going—honestly." Joel chuckles. "If I'm lucky enough you want to come back..."

Your arms came up higher and hugged around his shoulders. "This is not where I hoped this conversation would go," your pleased smile only makes his inside feel like they're growing too. "You be careful what you say, Miller."

"I ain't scared." His words already got him feeling like an outsider or perhaps an outlaw, so fuck him—he'd use them to keep you looking at him like this for a change. "I mean it." He could get addicted to this.

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pinkcowzz · 2 months

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something about tim & dick’s relationship makes me feel so. !!!

they are both such complex characters and it really makes my heart feel so heavy to think about them for too long.

like. dick created robin out of his parents blood. the costume was inspired by his family's colors. the name was one he was given by his mother and the only reason he took up the role was because he wanted to get justice (revenge really) for his parents death. he was taken in by bruce who was SO YOUNG at the time and who was still learning how to cope with his own loss still. their relationship was built off of that shared grief and understanding. but then one day, dick learned to let go of that grief. he was able to not let it consume and control him. and he grew tired of living in the dark nest that bruce built for them. and bruce doesn't know how to deal with someone else he loves leaving him so he kicks dick out. like yes bruce is dick's father figure of course he is. but he was also his brother in a weird way. dick didn't want or need for his parents to be replaced so bruce offered him something different. he offered him a partnership. and partners are supposed to be equal but somehow bruce ended up placing himself higher than dick and it was suffocating so he had to leave.

and in dicks absence, bruce finds another kid. this time, it's a kid who does need a parent. jason's relationship with bruce is so different than the one that dick had and i have to imagine that it hurt. it hurts to see your father be better for someone else. it makes you think why? why not me? why wasn't i good enough? and to make matters worse bruce gave away dick's blood without a second thought. jason is given the mantle of robin and my god i cannot imagine the pain it caused dick to see someone else flying around in his colors. that was his name. and dick is still just a kid. yeah he's like legally an adult but his prefrontal cortex was nowhere near developed. so he's bitter and short and rude to jason. he has to take time to get used to having another kid at the manor and another kid in his colors but its fine! its fine! he does come around eventually and his guard starts to come down and he commits to being there for jason. but it was too late. dick leaves the planet to be a hero and when he comes back? jason is dead. the kid he was just starting to get used to is dead.

not only is he dead, but he's already in the ground and bruce? bruce goddamn wayne didn't even bother to tell him. how in the world could bruce ever consider them partners. as far as dick was concerned bruce was just as good as dead to him as jason was. and it hurts. it hurts to not be able to go home without seeing the ghost of a kid you chose not to protect, the ghost of a kid who died too soon wearing the same colors that your parents died in.

so dick doesn't go home. he doesn't speak to bruce. he builds himself a new life, the teen titans become dicks home. and he's okay with this. his origin is so similar to bruce's but he refuses to be the same as batman. so he faces his ghosts. he doesn't let them haunt him. he hears about haly's circus potentially getting shut down and he goes to deal with it.

and here is where dick meets tim drake for the first time. tim who tried to help him save haly's circus (albeit he accused the wrong guy but he was trying). tim tells dick that he needs to save batman.

and so dick brings him back to the manor. where tim tells dick just how important he was to his childhood. tim explains how that night at the circus shaped him just as deeply as it shaped dick. tim shares this complete and utter faith in robin, as if robin is enough to save batman from his own grief. but dick knows this isn't true. dick was barely enough to save himself from his own grief much less bruces. but nonetheless bruce saved dick when he was at his absolute lowest. gave him something to believe in. so maybe, just maybe, he can try again for bruce. but not as robin. it can't be robin. his partnership with batman died when he was kicked out and it was buried when he was kept out of the loop about jason. but tim knows that batman needs more than nightwing by his side. so he takes up the robin mantle. he takes it upon himself to 'save' batman. and in a way, he does. he helps bring bruce back from the edge.

and dick. the last time someone took up his families colors, someone died. and he refuses to allow that again. he refuses to be the reason that tim suffers. so he becomes the older brother he couldn't quite bring himself to be for jason. and to tim? he's wearing the mantle of two robins on his back.

his own standards are set so high and he tries his damndest to meet them every time that he puts on the mask because he knows where the colors of the suit came from. he knows why dick created this identity. he was there. he saw the grayson's fall.

and for a while, things are good between them. things are great even.

then the attack at titan's tower happens. and tim is told that he is just a placeholder (not a replacement like fannon likes to claim, but the words jason todd used were placeholder). and seeds of doubt start to be planted. was he ever wanted? was he ever truly appreciated? he did steal the suit the first time he put it on. was it fair for him to wear the colors that were born of dicks blood and that jason died in?

then tim loses his whole support system. stephanie. bart and kon. his dad. and finally, bruce.

dick has been so committed to never being like bruce. he has been so dedicated to relying on those who offer him help. nightwing is pillar in the hero community, but batman. batman was the foundation. he is considered a founding member of the justice league. he doesn't want to take up the mantle. it had never been in his plans. but jason proved too unstable to take up the role and of course he can't ask tim to. so he dawns the cowl he has grown to hate.

this just leaves one little problem. damian.

damian who has just been dropped off on bruce's porch by talia. damian who grew up in the league of assassins and is so out of place in gotham that dick doesn't know what to do. he never asked to be batman and he definitely never asked to be a father. yet here he is. having to do both. so he does what bruce did all those years ago and provides damian with the mantle that he created in order to give this kid some sort of outlet. he knows damian needs it.

by some unfortunate twist of fate, dick has unknowingly created such a painful parallel between his own firing and tim's.

and then tim discovers that bruce isn't really dead.

and this kills dick just a little bit more. of course he wants to believe tim. of course he wants his dad back. he wants someone else to be the one to make these hard calls and he wants someone else to parent damian. he doesn't want to be the one who has to fire his little brother in order to save the other.

but he can't take that chance. he can't risk the hope. because losing it would actually ruin dick. so he tells tim it isn't possible. because to dick? it can't be possible.

and this just furthers the wedge between the two of them. tim feels abandoned and lost and he feels as if he has nothing left.

and dick doesn't understand why tim can't see that he's right here. he's right here tim i'm still here why aren't i enough for you to stay?

anyway this got away from me a little bit but god their relationship could make angels weep it truly makes my heart stop if i think about it too much.

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qqueenofhades · 3 months

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I completely understand if you don’t feel comfortable answering this, but my mind is spiraling out of control and you’re the only person I know with the level of knowledge to where I can feel comfortable asking this without getting some form of “bla bla we live in a safe state don’t worry.”

I’m sincerely wondering if I need to be making plans to leave the country in the event of November bringing the most horrible of outcomes despite our best efforts (and yes I’m planning to vote blue in everything I can); as a AFAB in CA?

I know about project 2025. I’m terrified. Forgive my pop culture reference, but I feel like a version of Princess Zelda staring down a barrel of possible doom while everyone around me is like “nah that future you literally had a nightmare about where they made it illegal for a woman to have a bank account without a guy co-signing it and took the money from everyone who didn’t comply by a certain date isn’t even a possibility!”

I’m just confused about my life and am trying to take it day by day, and exercising every right while I still have it to prevent this outcome, but it feels weird making plans and retirement accounts and just general Setting Up Adult Life And Future Things™️……while wondering if I even have a future in this place at all and I’m just making it harder to escape if need be.

I’m sorry I’m rambling, and I guess I don’t know what I’m asking since no one has a crystal ball.

But I guess, it’s stuff like how much can the feds effect state’s policies? Is it possible for them to immediately block international travel for all women practically upon inauguration? How much time would I even have to gtfo if the worst begins?

Bc honestly this whole thing feels like the lead in to a very nasty chapter of a history book, and even though I have hope we’ll have another blue tsunami, it can be hard to try and figure things out when it feels like there’s barely any historical precedent for any of it.

Welp. Okay. First of all, I am giving you a comforting hug, I am walking with you to your favorite coffee shop, I am paying for your favorite beverage and also a baked goodie of your choice, and we are sitting down in a corner where we can talk honestly. So that's where I want you to imagine us having this conversation.

To start with, yes, I completely understand this feeling of utter, paralyzing doom, where I am trying to go about my daily life and make plans for my career and carry out daily tasks and Be Responsible while there's still just this total void beyond the end of the year, the utter impossibility of knowing if we will have dodged an absolutely massive bullet and finally be safe (since if Trump loses again he is 100% going to jail in the next four years) or, well. You know. That is a very hard way to live, when you're wondering if anything is going to matter and you can't see beyond that black cloud of fear on the horizon. It sucks you down and tells you that nothing is worth doing now in case it just gets so much worse. I am not going to tell you not to feel that. We all do. We are all scared. That in and of itself is a perfectly normal way to feel.

However, there are things you can do both now and if (I repeat, if) God absolutely forbid, the worst was to happen (again). First of all, we have already lived through a Trump presidency once. It was terrible and scary and awful and demoralizing as fuck, but we can do it again if we absolutely Goddamn fucking have to (once, again, God forbid). Second, you are currently about as safe as you could be in California. Newsom has proven himself to be smart, tough, able to run rings around Republicans, and unwilling to comply with their stupid performative-cruelty directives. He's not a saint or a magician, but you don't need that; you need a shrewd politician able to fight back, and he has proven himself willing and capable of doing that. So as long as he is governor, you're going to be more safe than not, and I'd also like to ask all the shrieking Online Leftists if, should the shit go down, they would rather live in a state with a Democratic governor who will fight Trump 2.0 every step of the way, or a Republican governor who will just roll over and obey. (But that would destroy their BOTH PARTIES ARE THE SAME talking point, so you know.)

Next of all, even if the Republicans are doing their best impression, America in 2024 isn't Germany in 1934. There are different tools, different ways to fight back, and different awarenesses/social media/visibility factors. I also need everyone to remember that just as Biden can't just sign an executive order and fix everything everywhere, Trump can't just sign an executive order and fuck everything everywhere, just like that with no more discussion ever. He tried that last time, it generally didn't work, and trust me, at least this time nobody is sleeping on the danger he poses. His candidacy in 2016 was dismissed as a long-shot joke that nobody took seriously until it was too late, and for better or worse, people aren't doing that this time. He will be sued instantly, incredibly, and repeatedly with everything his band of wannabe fascists try, and since we have had four years of Biden fixing the courts from where Trump trashed them, that does mean something. There is no scenario where even if he does issue some outrageous order against women, LGBTQ+ people, immigrants, etc (which to be clear, I'm sure he would try) it would just be carried out completely, immediately, and with no feasible way to stop it. Evil is evil, but it is also stupid, clueless, determined to hurt people just for the hell of it without any regard for what is possible or which will be allowed, and there's a lot more grey area in there than just "Trump says something terrible and it's instantly done, the end."

Once again, I'm not going to say that the worst-case scenario is not possible, but I don't think it's likely, and even if that does happen, there are ways for us to survive and fight back (again). Nobody wants it and it should not have to be asked of us due to the utter collapse of the social, civic, political, and intellectual fabric of this country thanks to the TrumpCult, but once again... these people are so loud and dangerous and cruel and stupid because they are in the minority. Etc. etc. polls are garbage, but we did just have an interesting piece of empirical data from the Iowa caucuses. Trump -- in one of the whitest, most rural, most conservative, most religious, most Trump-loving states in the country -- struggled to break 50%. Almost half of a rabid Republican fully-Trumpized electorate, among the diehards sufficiently motivated to get out and caucus in extreme freezing weather, voted for someone else (Haley and DeSantis took about 20% apiece). Now, no, we don't know how that will translate to the general election, and if registered Republicans will flock back to the nominee even if it's Trump, but as almost half of Haley voters said they would vote for Biden if it was a Biden-Trump matchup in the general, there is some sense that Trump is an aberration to their otherwise ironclad party loyalty. Now, Republicans are the fucking worst and nobody should be relying on them to save us; we still need to get out and vote for Democrats with all our might. But Trump is no longer barn-burningly popular even in core Trump heartland, and it'll be interesting to see how things go in future primaries.

My point is: I know the feeling that evil is awful and unstoppable and all-powerful, and will crush our lives and our futures no matter what we do to resist it. I really, really do. But Trump is a terrible candidate, he's running literally only to keep himself out of a long, long prison sentence, and if he had crushed the Iowa caucuses regardless, we might be having a different conversation. However, we need to remember that it is possible, again (God forbid) in the worst scenario, to resist, to live, and to win. Everyone who is motivated to work for a better world will still be here. Everyone who can help you and all of us will still be here. And there are more of us than there are of them. Yes, I do understand the feeling that we need to have contingency plans in place, I do absolutely know that it could get very bad, and all that (as you say, nobody has a crystal ball). But for now, I want you to take a deep breath, try to take this day by day, and remember that this is not a crushing and inevitable future that will sweep over you and destroy you without you (or any other person of good will) having a say in the matter. You still have agency, you still have the ability to protect yourself, and you still have others who will protect you in turn. You're not alone. The bad guys want you to think that, because when you're isolated and terrorized, you're easier to pick off and/or recruit into their cult. But you're not.

In conclusion: "What are we holding onto, Sam?"

#anonymous #ask #politics for ts #hang in there!

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essentiallyleaf · 6 months

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day 11. frottage. with. yves.

421 words.

tags.

kinktober ‘23, futa!idol x male reader, frottage, morning sex, kinda fluffy, what to even say anymore, adult life is already so goddamn weird.

notes.

a lot of shorter ones these days, i know, i’ve just been feeling a little down and with not much energy to write. idk :[ lukewarmly, leaf.

If it’s a good day when you wake up beside her, it’s a better day when you do so in your underwear and she’s laying on her stomach naked, and you start kissing from her back, to her shoulders and neck. When she wakes up and the first thing she does is slip her hand in your boxers behind her and start stroking you.

“You can put it in if you want,” Sooyoung says with a still half-asleep, but loving tone.

“Good morning to you too”

She chuckles and helps you take your boxers off. One of your hands caresses the half of her face that’s not sunk in the pillow and you kiss her; the other grabs her hip and you rub yourself between her cheeks.

“Actually,” you turn her hips around and face her, both of you now laying on your side. She looks gorgeous. Her eyes smile and her half-erect cock is already huge. You grab it and slowly stroke it to full hardness while sucking on her collarbones, squeezing a couple moans out of her. “Here”

You shift your hips to get your cock closer to hers, then open your hand and start rubbing yourself on her. You close your digits up again, and now your up-and-down motion combines with your hand’s, and with Sooyoung’s, as she whimpers softly. She places both of her hands on your cheeks and brings your mouth to hers in a deep kiss. You only detach from it to ask:

“Are you close?” (The “already” is left out.)

She can only nod and keep whimpering, her eyes glistening slightly.

“Can you wait for me, can you do that?”

She sniffles and nods again, now more focused. The thrusts of your hips get faster and wider, your other hand grips her asscheek. She palms your pecs, her tongue fills your mouth as you moan on it. All she can do is keep her eyes shut to try her best not to cum before you do.

Right before you explode, you break the kiss and push your forehead towards hers.

“Look at me, baby. Look at me”

Sooyoung opens her eyes and her stare switches from your face, to your dicks, and back as both of you cover the sheets in squirts of white, groaning in a low pitch. Some of your combined semen stains your stomachs and your hand. You bring your fingers up to your face and lick some of it off, she helps with the rest.

“Wanna get some real breakfast?”

footnotes.

a good whatever-the-time-of-the-day-is-where-you-live-or-rather-whatever-the-time-of-your-biological-clock-is-cause-we-all-degens-in-here and a good night to me. boringly, leaf.

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #girl group smut #idol smut #female idol smut #idol x reader #idol x male reader #loona #yves #ha sooyoung #loona smut #yves smut #ha sooyoung smut #loona yves smut #loona ha sooyoung smut

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fazbear-ent-official · 10 days

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Sorry I was me. I really like mayo and felt like everyone else needed to experience mayo soda at least once. I will do it again.

i tried a sip (adult life is already so goddamn weird, this might as well happen) and the taste was surprisingly tolerable but my stomach is saying otherwise, please stop

#ask fazbear ent

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borathae · 2 years

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“Yoongi dresses up as your favourite character as a sexy, little surprise. He is not ready however for just how good he will get you with it. Not that he is complaining.”

Pairing: husband!Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: married life!AU, Smut

Warnings: Yoongi dresses up as Levi Ackerman, yep that’s the whole premise of the story, sub!Yoongi, dom!Reader, very ferally horny!Reader, rough making out, she just kind of pushes him around & he loves it, she also pins him down on multiple surfaces & rides the living shit out of him, some dirty talk, a very sloppy blowjob, a quick yet rough fuck, creampies, overstimulation (m.receiving), she calls him Captain & he calls her Misses Ackerman and brat for the roleplay, Yoongi is basically this emoji OoO the entire time

Wordcount: 5k

a/n: This is so entirely and sickeningly self-indulgent that’s it’s ridiculous and the OC could very well be called Sibi LMOAO. No, I am not even an ounce ashamed to admit it. Not one teeny tiny, itsy pitsy ounce. This was delicious to work on and has no brain behind it, just pussy 🥵 If you decide to read it, first of all, I see you 😛 and second of all, have fun 🤪💜

The problem with being an adult and having your own adult money is that one can spend said adult money on anything one wants, even if it is something entirely stupid.

Yoongi, adult and owner of his own adult money, did exactly that.

He spent his adult money on something entirely stupid.

Well, he hopes it is not stupid as it is the most important part of an elaborate plan to seduce you, his wife, adult and owner of her own adult money. That fact was beside the point however, as this story was about Yoongi and his adult money and the silly things he purchased over the course of the last two months.

It was a rather tedious process. One which took probably most of his nerves. He did most of the online shopping at work, hunched over his old, grainy desktop while his kindergarten students were napping. Fear not, it wasn’t sextoys he purchased (although he is very certain that you would say so differently) but rather bits and pieces of a perfectly planned out costume. Then over the course of two months he had to make sure that he would be the first one to snatch your shared package deliveries.

At one point he even had to snatch it right out of your hands, telling you lies about it being work-related and totally boring. You looked at him weird and asked him why he was being so protective over all the packages lately which almost made Yoongi spill the entire surprise because of how excited he was about surprising you.

But he didn’t and now after two months and fifteen days all the parts of his costume have finally arrived. Most parts were handcrafted by people, hence why the process took so much time and even more money from him. Too much money. Way too much of his hard earned adult money.

Yoongi isn’t complaining, he is just once again letting one know just how much money he spent on the entire surprise, so if it should fail, he will probably break into tears.

Now, one may wonder what exactly all this ruckus is about. What surprise and why is there talk about costumes? One shall find out.

Yoongi, owner of adult money is husband to the love of his life, his dream girl, his best friend and the biggest, goddamn nerd in history. Anime nerd to be more specific. Attack on Titan to get to the actual point.

Oh, how many times he already had to rewatch this show with you and how many times he had to listen to you absolutely losing your sanity over one of the characters.

Levi Ackerman was his name. The anime called him humanity's strongest soldier, you called him your 2D husband who could get it so hard (your words not his'). At first Yoongi found it quite…vexing to hear such words from his wife, but these days he has accepted his defeat against his greatest rival and just lets you.

Perhaps he is even grateful for him as he gave him the most wonderful of ideas. It was just two months and fifteen days ago and Yoongi had to once again sit through you rewatching your favourite show for the nth time. It was when you reached the third season and began talking about "how hard season three Levi could get it" and that "you would literally open your legs for that man if he ever decides to slide into you like he did into that bar" that you also dropped words along the line of "I think I love him so much because he reminds me of you, Yoobi", which then made Yoongi look up from his phone just to gawk.

You weren’t really aware that you said what you said as you were too busy almost moaning out loud because of Levi flying from roof to roof killing bad guys. Yoongi however was very aware and thus began his elaborate plan of surprising you in the best way possible.

The first thing on his agenda today was going to the hairdresser. He would have done so regardless of the plan because he dearly needed a haircut. However, today he whipped out his phone to show his barber pictures of Levi Ackerman with the shyly mumbled words of "don’t ask, my wife says he reminds her of me. It’s a surprise" to which the barber dearly nodded and then began recreating the look.

Once he was done – and Yoongi had to realise that he looked amazing with an undercut – it was time to drive home and get everything ready for tonight.

He showered, even exfoliated and moisturised, then shaved and fixed his hair. His eyebrows he left untouched because he read somewhere that plucking one’s eyebrows too much can cause serious catastrophes. He hopes that you can forgive him for not recreating the look, but you probably will as you told him on multiple occasions just how attractive you think his eyebrows are.

Afterwards he finally began putting the costume on. He chose to go with season three Levi as he knew that this look was "iconic and literally pussy wetting" in your eyes.

Once his clothes were on, he spent a good time in front of the mirror, twisting and turning and looking at himself. It wasn’t really something he would choose, but he didn’t hate it. He really liked the harnesses however, they made him look rather sexy. Even if the entire surprise fails, Yoongi knows that he will genuinely enjoy them.

And then it was time to wait. You were supposed to finish work earlier today as it was a Friday and you always finish work earlier on Friday.

Yoongi looks at the wall clock. Five minutes to go. Quick! He has to decide on a pose.

He shimmies and shifts, moves and fidgets until finally deciding on sitting on the sofa with his legs slightly spread and one elbow propped up on his own thigh. In his other hand he decides to hold a teacup to really sell the look. He even filled the cup so he could take a nonchalant sip when you came in.

The door unlocks six minutes afterwards, then he can hear you call out.

"Honey, I’m home!"

Yoongi feels dizzy in nervousness. This is so stupid, he thinks, so entirely silly.

"Honey?"

He knows that you are probably confused that he isn’t greeting you by helping you out of the jacket.

"Yoongi? Hey, I’m home!"

Yoongi feels a little bad that he can’t greet you today, but he hopes that once you see him, his cruelty will be forgiven.

"Are you wearing your headphones again? Oh Yoongs, you’re gonna get deaf if you keep doing that", he hears you talk to yourself. He almost has to smile. You know him too well.

"Now where are you? Maybe he is- oh."

Your mouth falls open in shock, you stop abruptly. Now it’s his time. Oh how long he rehearsed the line in front of the mirror. If he messes up now he will burst into tears.

"You're late, did you stop to take a shit somewhere? The tea's cold by now, brat."

Oh he didn’t mess up. Yoongi almost has to wheeze in pure relief.

"Yoongi!!"

Yoongi swears he has never heard your voice reach such frequencies.

"Oh my god, Yoongi! Yoongi! Oh god! Yoongi!" you are screeching, bouncing on the spot.

Yoongi wants to smile but doesn’t, instead he takes a nonchalant sip of his tea.

"Oi, oi what's with all the screeching?" he says in a deep voice, "you'll wake up all of Trost with it."

"Oh yeaah", you straight up roar, jumping into a sprint to literally fling yourself on top of him.

Yoongi coughs out his air, barely finding time to set the tea cup down before you have already climbed on top of him. Although, mounting would be a more appropriate term here. Maybe even straight up attacking.

"Holy fuck, Yoongi. Oh my fuck", you babble, letting out the weirdest noises every now and then as you feel him up crazily.

"You're so sexy, holy fuck. Oh my god, you look like him. Ah oh uh eh, oh my god, even the hair and you even put contact lenses in. Noo and the grey shirt! Aah!" you yell, throwing your head back just to yell even more, "you chose the best look" you faux wail, shaking him by his shoulders, "Min Yoongi, you dangerous maaaan, don’t do that to meee."

Yoongi snickers. This is exactly how he had hoped you would react. All that adult money he spent was totally worth it.

Your head bounces to the front again, your hands grasp him tightly, nails scratching over his undercut. The total madness in your eyes makes Yoongi’s stomach tingle in excitement. Oh, you are so turned on. You don’t even have to tell him, he just knows.

"You are the sexiest motherfucking, perfect man ever. I wanna marry you again and again and again. Ah god nooo the undercut looks so good on youuuu" this time around you actually wail, wiggling your entire body on top of his lap, "Yoongii you are so hooot."

"Tch, you’re giving me a headache", he says in perfect Levi fashion.

Your body freezes up, your eyes land on his face.

A squeak is threatening to spill out of you. You begin bouncing, trembling in excitement as your fingers knead his shoulders.

"Say the line, oh my god."

Yoongi lets out an exasperated sigh, "Are you finally going to say something? I could've had breakfast during the wait."

Once done, he flinches as you literally screech and then fall around him violently.

"I'm literally going to suck the living soul out of your cock, oh my god! I want you so bad, holy fuck "

Yoongi chuckles, placing his hands on your lower back to rub it softly.

"I guess you like it?"

"I fucking love it, Yoongi I want to have your entire lower body inside of me, oh my god. Seriously, live inside my vagina from now on", you are literally moaning the words, humping his thighs while your hands are kneading him as if he was dough.

Yoongi laughs, "ambitious."

"No you don’t understand", you cup his cheeks roughly, squishing them together just so you can shake his head, "this is like literal porn. No, it’s better. You’re better than porn. You are so fuck - urgh - hot. I holy fucking love you omg."

"Did you really just say omg out loud?"

"Yeah", you growl, bouncing again before a squeak runs through you, "aaah I can’t stop looking at you, oh my god, please stand up for a moment, please I want to see."

Yoongi does so gladly, even going so far as to do, how you call it, the Levi signature pose. Basically he has to rest one of his hands on his hips.

You round him like a hungry animal, groping and touching him with strong hands while making the weirdest sounds of approval and commenting about how well made all of this is and how every detail is just perfect and that you want him to literally slice you apart like a little apple. Yoongi just lets it happen, trying his hardest not to snicker.

"Aah I can’t", he hears behind him, then the low thump of something falling on the ground can be heard.

Yoongi turns, coming to realise that it was you who fell to the ground.

"Yoongiii", you wail with your head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut, "your butt looks so goooood."

He laughs, squatting down just so he can be eye to eye with you.

"Is this costume related or a fact?"

"Booooth, I don’t knoow, I wanna have you so bad", you call out, flinching in surprise when he reaches out to touch your cheek.

Your eyes meet. You have just the slightest glassiness in your gaze.

Yoongi gives you a playful smile, looking so good doing it.

"Fuck, you look so hot urgh", you spit, latching yourself onto his lips.

Yoongi barely has time to breathe or close his eyes. Or find balance for the matter as just seconds later, he lies flat on the ground while you are on top of him, kissing him oh so roughly.

It's not even a gentle introduction to the kiss. It's just teeth on his lips and tongue down his throat and deep moans while hands are groping and squeezing and feeling him up all over and Yoongi is in fucking heaven, groping you with just as much vigour and kissing you back with just as much hunger.

It's insane just how good he seems to get you. Now bear in mind, Yoongi likes to argue that he always gets you good, but it’s almost unbelievable just how horny you seem to be because of the costume.

Not even ten minutes into the sloppy make out session and you have already lost your skirt and your blouse somehow is missing three buttons. Yoongi’s hair is completely ruined by now as well, but you seem to like it as you took one look at him then moaned loudly and then kissed him so deeply that Yoongi had to groan from getting his nose squished against your cheek.

"Fuck I want you. I want you so bad", you mumble between kisses, humping his lap in nothing but your panties.

Yoongi moans each time you do, telling you with an eager tongue that he wants you just as bad.

It is another ten minutes later and your shirt is officially gone while Yoongi’s grey shirt has been messily punched up underneath the harness. His fair skin is covered in your grope marks. Red scratches and crescent moon shaped bruises where your nails dug in.

His hands are busy palming your tits, doing so with eager desperation. Even through the fabric of your bralette he can feel just how hard your nipples are. How turned on he has you, how deeply into him you are. Wet pussy on his thigh and hard nipples between his fingers. Yoongi is so happy for the outcome of this surprise.

He gets yanked up all of a sudden with the help of his chest harness. The kiss breaks, Yoongi finally gets to look into your fiery eyes. Mania and madness. Fiery lust and hungry desperation. You look like sex personified right now, with your lingerie covering your best parts and your lips so swollen from kissing. You are the sexiest woman, Yoongi is so goddamn obsessed.

"I can't anymore. Get on the couch. I wanna have you right here and now", you order in a harsh growl.

He is dizzy, nodding his head in obedience. You help him get up, dragging him by the harness and then pushing him until the back of his knees collide with the couch and he falls.

"Uff", he lets out, "you're really getting at it roughly aren’t you?"

"You're so hot, holy fuck", you tell him, dropping to your knees right between his spread legs.

Yoongi knows exactly what you are going to do and so he lifts his hip with trembling knees until you finally tug his pants down far enough to free his hard cock. The harnesses around his thighs make the whole ordeal a little difficult, but you are way too determined to give up and so Yoongi finds himself with his cock and balls out while the pants stretch around his thighs.

"That's also a way to get me na-" he can’t finish his sentence.

You sink down on him with a moan, welcoming as much of him as you can fit while feeling up the rest.

"Fuck", Yoongi groans, denting the couch by throwing his head back against the backrest, "holy fuck that's so, ah, so deep."

You give him gurgled moans and a sloppy gag, bopping your head up and down his cock quickly.

Never in your life have you wanted his cock as much as you do today. You literally want to eat him up, devour him, consume him. This is the best surprise he ever made you. Fuck, you love him so much, you want him so bad.

"Ah ___", he sounds breathy, breathless even. His hands rest themselves on your head, giving you warmth and a certain pressure.

You take in even more of him, drooling all around him while making the neediest of moans. Quite frankly Yoongi can barely function. He didn’t even know that you could be so sloppy, that you could be so greedy and so unapologetically nasty.

It's maddening really, leaving him with ringing ears and a throbbing, oh so sensitive cock.

"Fuck", he presses out under his breath. It was nothing but a whisper, followed by a shuddering breath.

"Yeah fuck", you agree, spitting into your palm just so you can use it to jerk him off. Fast and rough.

Yoongi lifts himself from the couch for just a second, chasing your strong touch with eager thrusts. He would have done so longer, hadn't you forced his hips back into the pillow with a punishing grip on his waist.

"Stay down, Captain. I'm taking care of you", you spit, twisting your hand around his swollen cockhead.

"You're insane", he croaks, "fucking insane."

He is looking at you, even if it is hard. Silvery eyes half lidded and obsidian hair hanging into his sculpted brows. His cheeks, once ivory, carry the faintest of red. His pink lips are so puffy from kissing, currently sitting between his teeth as he bites down on them.

"Fuck, look at you Captain", the fantasy has a hold of you and Yoongi is loving it, "looking so fucking good like this", you croak, opening your mouth just to swallow him up again.

Yoongi’s eyes widen, his lower lip bounces from between his teeth, his long fingers grip the edge of the sofa.

"A-haah", he lets out shakily, parting his lips further, "ah, hah, a-ah."

You are sucking him, changing it up with quick licks right on his frenulum and leaking slit. Strong sucks and quick flicks of your tongue. The combination is deadly and Yoongi is dying.

His eyes fall closed, his head tilts back to reveal his throat to your eyes.

"Ah, god", he groans, keeping his mouth agape to make the neediest of sounds. He is in actual heaven.

You are a natural in sloppy blowjobs. The best. The actual best. Fast and rough, yet so tender and skilled. Wet and hot and oh so greedy.

"Good", he moans, arching his back, "so good. So good."

"Yeah and tasty. You taste so good, Captain", you rasp and swirl your tongue over his cockhead.

“Fuck”, he laughs, “you calling me like that is kinda hot”, he confesses as he spills new excitement.

You lick it right up with a grateful moan, squeezing his cock oh so tightly between your fingers. The pressure is sending electricity through his veins. You connect your lips with his tip and suck. Just the most sensitive part of it, right on top. Hungrily and roughly, you suck and suck, giving him the sweetest moans while your fingers are jacking him off quickly.

Yoongi tenses up, feeling his stomach tighten and his skin become as hot as fire.

"Honey, gonna cum", he croaks, throbbing in your fingers.

The sucking stops, the heat in his stomach dies down. Yoongi huffs out air and groans, squeezing the sofa cushion in agony.

"Not yet", you say, kissing his balls sloppily, "wanna ride you first, Captain."

“You’re cruel”, he croaks, “how should I, I hold back?”

“Don’t know, think of something”, you say with little pity in your voice.

You let go of his cock and stand up. Yoongi watches with a droopy head as you pull down your panties and step out of them. Next you get rid of your bralette, throwing it on the ground.

“Holy shit honey, you are so sexy”, he moans, feeling his cock throb at the view. He married the sexiest woman.

You give him a little pose, climbing on top of his lap afterwards.

“You like what you’re seeing, Captain?” you ask him in a sultry voice.

“So much. I married the most beautiful woman, Misses Ackerman”, he plays right along, flinching in surprise when this makes you squeal and then grab his cheeks roughly.

“Shut up oh my god, Yoongi”, you growl, “you can’t just make us be married, what the hell?”

“Why not?” he laughs, “we’re married too, I’m not gonna make us unmarried.”

“Urgh baby, I’m literally gonna ruin you”, you growl and grab his cock just to take him in.

"Fuck", Yoongi curses, tensing up at the intensity of your tripping pussy around his cock.

You dropped right down on him, giving neither you nor him any sort of warning. Just as you don’t give the two if you any time to getting used to the fuck.

“Honey please”, he squeaks out, having to gasp for air.

Your fingers twist in the straps of his chest harness. Rough and strong. You use them to literally pin him against the sofa, using the position to bounce on him with all your might.

"Fu-u-uck ___, holy fuck", he moans, mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut, "you're fucking crazy. Urgh! God!"

"I'm crazy, so fucking crazy. You drive me insane. Oh my god I want to literally rip you apart, you perfect thing."

You give him a harsh shake, the kind which makes his back arch and his head tilt back. Like this his neck is exposed to you, giving way to the pearls of sweat running down right to his exposed collarbones.

You lick right along his throat, sending shivers through his nimble body.

“Wanna eat you up, you sweet kitten. Wanna ruin you, fuck”, you pant, twisting more of his harness to pull him closer. His jawline is under your teeth, getting marked up and bitten with eager hunger. Your hips, still merciless, begin rolling back and forth as they bounce.

"Argh, fuck", he groans, "please slow, gonna cum otherwise.”

“No. Hold back”, you order in a growl, “wanna fuck hard and fast.”

“You’re cruel”, he whines, but laughs, “please, I’m just a, a w-weak man.”

“No you’re not. You’re humanity’s strongest soldier. So hold back Captain, hold back until I tell you to let go”, you carry mania in your voice, it makes you sound raspier than usual.

You straighten back up, using his strong shoulders for support. The sofa is creaking under your movements, Yoongi is squeaking.

“Wanna bounce on you, babyboy. Wanna ruin that cock for anyone except me.”

Yoongi grabs your hips so tightly that it hurts. He presses out a graphic curse and a fruitless plead for your mercy with his eyes rolled back.

But mercy doesn’t come and so Yoongi is bound to climax deep inside of you with a weak whimper of your name. He is shaking, seeing stars, feeling dizzy. It’s a good orgasm, because it’s intense and hot. But as good as it is, it also feels like torture. He disobeyed you and Yoongi has been your husband long enough to know that such disobedience has consequences.

“Did you just cum?” you ask, not slowing down. There they are. The consequences. Overstimulation to the point where Yoongi feels like bursting into tears.

“Yeah”, he croaks, twitching aggressively each time you drop down on him. His cock is so sensitive. He feels every inch your warm walls hug and it burns. Burns so much.

“Fuck, Yoongi. Didn’t I tell you not to?”

“S-sorry I, I couldn’t help it- ah”, he groans, squeezing his eyes into little slits while furrowing his brows. His cock weeps, throbbing painfully while your pussy is forcing it to stay hard, “was too much”, he whines, “honey please slow.”

“No?” you laugh in amusement, “you know the rules. You cum without permission and I get to use your weak cock as a dildo. It’s only fair.”

“Fuck ___ you’re cruel”, he whines.

“Yeah, I’m so cruel. So crazy for you, Captain”, you agree, pulling him closer by his harness until you can kiss him breathtakingly roughly.

Yoongi whimpers into the kiss, letting you lick into his mouth and bite his lips until he feels like screaming. The fuck feels better because of it. Still hot and his cock still feels like bursting in overstimulation, but the kiss grounds him, pulls him into the moment, soothes him. It’s not a soothing kiss per say, of course not, you are basically eating him up, but Yoongi loves kissing you during sex. He finds great comfort in it. It reminds him that you love him and that he loves you.

He loves that reminder.

“___”, he sighs and wraps his strong arms around your waist. He broadens his stance and begins meeting your movements in quick ruts up.

“Y-Yoongi”, you mewl into the kiss.

“Like it?” he asks, panting quickly.

“Yeah…love it…fuck Captain, you…yes”, you moan, stumbling into a sloppy and terribly wet kiss all whilst grinding your hips into him in a needy rhythm.

Yoongi may be suffering right now, his cock may be aching for a break, and his head may be pounding loudly, but he wants to please you so bad that he ignores all those aches. He wants to make you cum right on top of him, throw you over the edge and get you to heaven and back. This is his duty as your loving husband. Please you. Please you. And please you even more. It’s the kisses which motivate him. Your sweet, sweet lips on his' and your greedy hands running along his undercut.

Yoongi moans into you, fucking you with all his might. He wants to please. Oh, he wants to please so well. He loves how you touch his scalp, loves how you feel up his undercut, loves how you mewl into the kiss and he loves how you feel around him. Your pussy is so warm, so wet, so tight in pleasure. He knows that you are clenching down on him, that you are chasing the heat that comes with squeezing right around him. He is aware that you are mostly doing it for yourself, because you’ve told him just how good it feels to do a kegel when he’s inside, but fuck, it feels incredible for him too.

He chases it, even if his cock is twitching. Deeper and deeper, harder and harder, better and better. Hips meet hips, your ass feels oh so squishy each time it connects with his thighs, your body trembles under his fingertips.

"Fuck, Yoongi, f-fuck", the kiss breaks as you let your head fall down. Now it’s resting against him, forehead against forehead and noses rubbing together while your hot breaths are intermingling.

"Is good? Like it?" he asks and pants for air, holding your hips to grind them against him. He can feel your clit rubbing against him, knowing very well that this is going to make you cum for sure. You love it when he does that, when you can grind against him as his cock is inside. It always gets you, he knows it does because he fucked you a hundred million times and knows your body like no other.

"So good, ah baby", your voice pitches in pleasure, you tighten around him, "close."

"Let go, let go Misses Ackerman", he whispers, feeling you tense even more.

Your hips stutters, your nails dig into the nape of his neck.

"Fuck", you squeeze your eyes shut, "Min Yoongi you dangerous…man… ah god", you press out and moan, throwing your head back as your body falls into its high.

Yoongi holds you through it, watching your face morph into the prettiest expression with his heart pounding in his chest. He loves this so much. You are so beautiful. Feel so good too. This is it. His purpose. He is finally fulfilling it. Fuck, it feels so good.

"Urgh god", you come down with an arch of your back, growing slack against him.

Your arms are hooked behind his head, your cheek is resting on his shoulder and every now and then your body twitches as a shiver runs through it.

"Holy moly", you mumble, huffing out air.

"Yeah, right?" Yoongi agrees, feeling up your ass and back. He can’t deny it, he is still so horny. His cock has just started to enjoy the sensations again and having your warm walls pulsate as an aftermath of your high feels incredible to him. He is aching to fuck up into you again, but doesn’t for the sake of you catching your breath.

"I feel like we didn’t have a quickie in ages", you say and laugh breathily.

"Yeah right? That was intense. You’re crazy."

"I know, it’s the costume. You’re literally the sexiest man ever and now you’re looking even sexier and I can’t help myself."

Yoongi chuckles, squeezing your buttocks.

"So you like it?"

"Yes. I love it. This is gonna be used often from now on."

"Understood", Yoongi mumbles and grins. You are really so whipped. Spending all his adult money was so worth it.

You lift your head then, meeting his droopy gaze. You feel droopy yourself.

"Please leave the costume on", you say, already feeling him up again.

Yoongi chuckles, "fine, I’m leaving it on. Good god, you brat."

"Aaah don’t say that, I’m gonna get horny again."

He snorts, "you're so funny. You don’t even like that word or being called like that."

"Yeah, but it's different because Levi’s just saying that lovingly and that’s why it gets me and now you say it looking like him and it gets me."

"I think everything he does gets you."

You nod your head vigorously and giggle.

Yoongi rolls his eyes fondly, "of course he does."

"Yes, but you get me better. You know that you do", you whine, nudging his chest, "so much better.”

“I do?”

“Yeah, you do. Oh my god, Yoongi I love you. Thank you for this surprise. You look so handsome, I’m gonna cry", you say and pull him into a deep kiss while your hips begin moving again.

Yoongi sighs, welcoming the movement with eager hips.

Needless to say, he is in for a long and wild night.

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Coach Ukai stretching out my virgin asshole….

Hope that’s not too weird

Of course it's not too weird anon! I would let Ukai ruin my absolute life so I'm so here for this. Ukai is so perfect. LET'S FUCKING GO!

Didn't know if you wanted a female reader or not so it's gender neutral with no specific terms. :D

Thank you so much for requesting from me! <3 - Pip

TW: GN!reader x Keishin Ukai, anal, oral, unprotected sex, slight name-calling, humiliation if you squint, implied age gap (idk he calls you kid at one point)

SMUT UNDER THE CUT!

EVERYONE IS 18+

Goddamn he loved you like this.

Eyes wide and glassy as he fucked your face, drool and precum coating your lips, spilling onto his heavy balls as they smacked against your chin. You were looking up at him with pure devotion as he slammed into the back of your throat, and he reached up to push his hair out of his eyes so he could watch as you took every inch of him. He could feel his balls tightening and not wanting to cum yet, pulled out of your mouth, much to your dismay.

“No no, not yet baby. Tell me how much you want it.” He rasped. He loved to make you do this, beg for his cock in the most obscene ways he could think of, to make you debase yourself for him.

“I’ll do anything for it, anything you want.” Your body was hot with need, god you wanted him to have his way with you, no matter what it entailed. Keishin Ukai had this way of making you bend to his every whim. You were inexperienced still, a fresh-faced adult with no notion of the world before he met you and now you were begging like a slut in heat just to taste his cum. To please him in any way that you could.

“Come on, you can do better than that, can’t you baby?” He chuckled as he watched you wrack your poor little brain for what he wanted. He almost choked when you said it.

“Please fuck me. I’m begging for it. I want you to be the one to fuck me in every way. Fuck me the way no one has.”

As if that wasn’t explicit, you turned over, presenting your ass to him. He could see your tight hole clench as you imagined his fat cock slammed in the deepest parts of you.

“Fuckin’ hell kid, you know what you’re asking for?” He muttered, already drooling over the idea of defiling you, taking you in a way no one had ever done. You nodded, face pressed against the plush carpet as you spread your legs wider, your body begging for him so badly you wanted to cry.

He got behind you, running his hands over your ass as he spat into your hole. “Open wide baby.” His fingers were pressed against your mouth and you sucked on them hard, covering them in spit as he lapped at your hole. It felt strange and exposed but fuck, did it feel incredible as his wet tongue dipped inside you. You could feel yourself clenching around him, trying to pull his tongue in deeper and he grinned.

“Fuck, you’re already so fucking excited aren’t you, baby?”

Your mouth was still focused on his fingers and you gasped as he slid them out of your mouth, before bringing them to circle your tight hole.

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Please fuck my ass, Keishin. Please fuck me in my virgin ass. Make me your–” Your breath hitched as you felt him tentatively slip one finger slowly inside you.

“You’re swallowing me up. You must be such a desperate little slut, huh baby?”

Your eyes swam with tears but fuck this felt so good, his fingers exploring your body in ways even you hadn’t. You felt him probe you deeper and he slid another finger inside you. A cold sensation had you gasping.

“Shh…gotta take care of you for your first time baby. Otherwise, how are you gonna fit my cock?” he laughed as his fingers fucked into your asshole, squelching with the added lubrication. Your fingers found your way to play with yourself at your heat as he slid another finger into you, now three fingers deep into your ass. You could feel yourself gripping his fingers, taking them deeper than you ever dreamed and it felt like you were being split in two but you could feel his eyes on you, his breath sharp as he watched you amazed and you wanted to be good for him, make him proud of you and you pushed through, the pain and pleasure mixing together.

Your hole felt empty as he slid out and you were panting as he positioned himself, the sound of the lubricant being drizzled over his fat cock. He spit again into your hole, smirking at the slight gape from his fingers and the way your body swallowed his spit. You could feel the head of his cock against your ass and every cell in your body shivered in anticipation and wanted to shout in protest but you desperately needed him, needed him in a way that no one else could have you.

He bullied his way into your ass and you yelped into the floor as your eyes flooded with tears.

“You can take it, can’t you baby. You can take this fat cock in your tight little ass, right baby? That’s it. That’s it, baby.” He said as he finally worked the head of his cock in, your body stretching to its absolute limit and even with his prep you were overwhelmed with sensations from pain to absolute divine pleasure. You could feel him deeper than you ever thought possible, as he fucked into your ass, shallowly at first then rolling his hips to fuck you deeper and deeper.

“Oh fuck, yes, that’s it. Take it baby, take this cock in your cute little asshole baby.”

Strands of his dyed blonde hair were plastered to his face as he kept one hand on your back, the other reaching down to grip at your hair as he pounded into you. Your cries were now wails of pleasure as he stretched you out on his cock, fucking you senseless. Your tight hole gripped his cock tightly, not wanting him to leave and his balls slapped against your skin, reminding you that you were going to be filled to the brim.

Your eyes rolled back as your body shook with your first anal orgasm, hands giving out underneath you and still he pummeled into you, sweat coating both of you. Your voice was hoarse as you cried out a mixture of his name and pleas for him to fuck you harder, fuck you deeper. Your vision clouded as your orgasm swallowed you whole and made you practically delirious.

“Fuck, you want it so fucking bad don’t you?” He muttered as he slapped your ass, continuing to drill his hips into yours. He was so close, so close to filling you up with his hot cum in the deepest way he could and your cries of pleasure only spurred him on more. He smacked your ass again, feeling the heat bloom underneath his fingers.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum in your ass baby, tell me you want it.” He bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood and your voice muffled and out of breath, wailed out.

“Please, cum in my ass Keishin. Fill my tight asshole with your cum, please!”

One, two thrusts and he spilled into you with a growl. His warm cum flooded into you, filling your hole up and spilled around his cock as your body couldn’t contain the mess. He slowed, pulling his cock out to watch as the river of white cum dripped out of your gaping hole. It was the hottest fucking thing he had ever seen and he wanted to burn the image into his memory.

You, his perfect little baby, now his anal little whore.

#keishin ukai smut #hq smut #haikyu smut #haikyuu smut #coach ukai smut #pip asks #requests

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aokozaki · 2 months

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The walrus/fairy question is very specifically asking what would be more surprising to see. And depending on how you frame your own emotions around the fact, you can argue either one as more rational.

The walrus is mundane, but implausible. The fairy is fantastical, but supposing fairies did exist, the fantastical angle means there's no frame of reference like "Fairies don't usually fly down this far south".

Either the lack of a frame of reference makes the fairy less surprising ("adult life is already so goddamned weird, this might as well happen"), or the lack of a frame of reference makes it far more surprising ("fairies are real and centuries of human progress and science somehow missed them!").

Because, oops, this question is asking "what are you surprised by", and if you think you can objectively quantify which scenario should generate more surprise it's like. Dude, your experiences aren't going to be universal.

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humanbeanisnotamused · 2 years

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exu calamity spinoff where when tempus finds elias, he brings evandrin out of the astral plane instead of bringing elias in (because what do you DO with a whole ass regular preteen in the astral plane??? what do you feed him??? my understanding was the whole dying process DID something to evandrin and he doesn't need things like food or solid ground but elias is just. he is just a regular child.) and it's just. adventures in the apocalypse with a man who has been fundamentally changed, on a physical, mollecular level, by his time in the astral plane, and his thirteen year old son who is beginning to develop a bone deep understanding of the phrase "adult life is already so goddamn weird this might as well happen"

(it is essential to my vision that you understand that this is a comedy.)

#dad? you were just levitating and chanting in some sort of unspeakably old language #oh that's normal when you reach a certain age son #critical role #exu calamity #exu fucking party time #evandrin alterra #elias alterra

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randomfandomwrites · 2 years

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Missing Part 2 (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

*not my gif*

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: Billy helps find you in the Upside Down (I think I made it gn reader, but honey is used as a nickname)

Warning: Kidnapping, angst, cursing, kind of anxiety?

Word Count: 2,410

A/N: Sorry I’ve been kind of slow on writing, school’s starting soon and I have a lot of stuff going on. Leave it to school to make me not want to do the things I actually like :/

Billy covered his face with his hands again, rubbing his eyes. He exhaled loudly before looking up. “Shit, that’s all true? That all happened... here? And- and that’s why Max and (y/n) were at the house with Steve and why Max was being so weird and- oh my God,” Billy rambled.

“Yeah, and now (y/n)’s there and we have to help them,” Hopper said.

“Damn right we do! Why are we just sitting here doing nothing while they’re fucking dying? Didn’t you say the air is toxic or some shit? We have to help!” Billy shouted, standing up abruptly.

“And we will, but you can’t go. Leave this to the adults; we’ve done this before,” Hopper replied, just as loud.

“I’m going and you can’t fucking stop me! (Y/n) has been a part of my life since I moved to this shithole town and I’m not about to start living without them! I’m almost an adult and I sure as hell know how to take care of myself. So fuck you if you try to stop me, because I love (y/n) and without them I would fucking die in this goddamn place!” Billy screamed, sitting back down.

“I can’t-” Hopper started.

“Jim...” Joyce whispered. Hopper looked at her and sighed, shoulders slumping.

“Fine. On one condition. Anything, and I mean anything, starts to go wrong, you run. You get out of there and don’t look back. Now is not the time to be a hero, alright? We go in, we get (y/n) we go right back out. No brave or daring acts, kid. You run. Got it?” Hopper explained sternly. Billy nodded.

“Yes, sir,” Billy said seriously. Hopper stared (glared?) at him for another second before nodding once.

“Okay then. Let’s go. Joyce, you know where the gate is?” Hopper asked, turning to her.

“Yeah, the kids told me. It’s a half hour from here, if we hurry,” she replied.

“Alright. Come on.”

Billy jumped out of the police car, slamming the door and running to the gaping hole in the ground.

“I’m assuming that... that’s it?” Billy asked.

“Yep,” Hopper muttered with disgust. “Ladies first,” he grumbled, gesturing to the gate. Joyce scoffed and slowly stepped inside before disappearing in the slimy opening. Billy followed her, Hopper right behind him.

“Whoa,” Billy grunted, landing roughly. He stood up and looked around. The pulsing gap that connected his world and this was about seven feet above him. But he had fallen down? What the hell is this place?

The darkness was the first thing he noticed. It seemed to consume everything, and things that should have been bright and shiny were dull and dreary. There was no light here, except for the occasional lightning flashes in the sky, illuminating the ominous terrain for moments before allowing the gloomy shadows to take control again.

The next thing he noticed was the temperature. A bitter coolness seemed to hang in the air, an icy sensation that sent a shiver down his spine. It felt as if cold fingers were tracing over him, pulling him and sending piercing ice to the depths of his heart. It was so, so cold. He hated it here already and he’d barely taken a step.

The last thing he noticed before Hopper pulled him ahead was the silence. There was no ambience here. Aside from the occasional squelching of wet vines and the faint, intermittent rustling of things he’d rather not see, this other world was silent. Billy could practically hear his heart beating out of his chest.

“Come on, we don’t have all day,” Hopper muttered, walking forward. Joyce followed him.

“Down here, we don’t have day at all,” Billy responded. Hopper shot him a cold glare, though not as cold as the biting atmosphere that seemed to suffocate them. Billy rolled his eyes and trailed behind the adults. “Where are we going, anyway?” He asked.

“Well, when Will was down here-”

“Who’s Will?” Billy cut Hop off.

“He’s my son, and he was stuck down here for a while. We got him out, and he’s okay now. But he was at our house a lot, so we’re going to (y/n)’s house to see if they’re hiding there. Seems like they would take any comfort they could get down here, and I don’t blame them. I would come home too,” Joyce mused. Billy stopped in his tracks.

“Well if they want comfort, (y/n) wouldn’t go to their house,” Billy commented. Joyce and Hopper turned around. “Yeah, they don’t like it there any more than I like my house,” Billy continued.

“What the hell do you mean?” Hopper asked.

“I’m just saying, if (y/n) wanted somewhere they felt safe, they wouldn’t pick their house, that’s all,” Billy said defensively. Hopper raised an eyebrow and stepped closer to Billy.

“Was there anywhere they did like to go? Anywhere that meant something to them?” Hopper asked. Billy shook his head and looked down, thinking.

“Um...” He stared at the ground, biting his lip. Suddenly he looked straight, then up at Hopper. “Wait, yeah, the theater. We- we go there all the time, and that’s where I asked them out. Um, they told me they go there sometimes to think?” Billy said hopefully. Hopper stared at him for a second.

“Then I guess we’re going to see a movie. Let’s go.”

After what felt like hours, the theater came into view. “Oh my God, there it is. (Y/n)’s there, come on!” Billy shouted, starting to run. Hopper put a hand in front of him to hold him back. “What are you doing?” Billy asked.

“Be quiet, we don’t know if anything is here. These monsters like to hunt, and we might be fun prey if they’re close.”

“Isn’t that just a reason we should hurry? What if those fuckers are in there with them already? We have to go!” Billy urged. Hopper pushed him backwards.

“And we will, but if we’re dead, then nobody’s coming to help. Got it?” Hopper reprimanded sternly. “Let’s just be cautious. We don’t even know if (y/n)’s in here.”

A shrill roar pierced the air and the group ducked behind a building. A creature appeared from nowhere, with too-long arms and milky skin. It roared again, shaking the earth. It put its face to the ground and stalked towards them. Billy was practically shaking as it stood up and looked right towards them. He saw Hop reaching towards a broken piece of brick and stood up, keeping his back to the wall. He slowly inched to the opposite edge of the building, throwing it away from them and out of sight. The creature snapped its head back at the sound and dropped to all fours, running down the street away from their hiding place. Billy had to cover his mouth to quiet his panicked breathing.

When all seemed clear again, Billy exhaled. “What the fuck was that?” he gasped.

“That was a demogorgan, and the reason you can’t be screaming to your heart’s content out here,” Hopper responded sternly. After another minute, Hopper slowly stepped out onto the street and looked around. “It’s okay. Let’s keep going. But for (y/n)’s sake, keep your goddamn voice down.”

Billy was getting more and more impatient as the small group approached the building. His heart was racing, and he felt like he would burst if he didn’t get in there right this second and help you. When he reached the door, his patience snapped. “(Y/n)? (Y/n)?” he called. He sprinted down the hall, pushing open the doors to each movie room and glancing in quickly to see if you were there. Joyce and Hopper ran after him, calling out, but couldn’t keep up. He flung open the second to last door in the hallway and looked over it, moving to run out before his heart stopped for a split second. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the outline of a figure lying on the ground.

It was you.

Billy’s breath caught in his throat as he froze, staring at you. You were still, your limbs splayed out in a way that seemed unnatural. Snapping out of his daze, he stumbled toward you.

“Billy!” Joyce shouted, opening the door. Hopper almost ran into her, but they both stopped at the sight of Billy’s slow movements and your motionless body.

“Oh God, (y/n), no,” Billy whispered. “No, no, no, no, no, no, it can’t be you, it can’t be you.” He fell to the ground, kneeling before your body. He shook you. “C’mon, (y/n) please.” He shook you again. “Please, please, please!” he begged, his voice rising as he choked on his words.

No response.

Billy lowered his head and sobbed. This isn’t happening. This is a nightmare. This isn’t happening. He repeated it over and over in his head. But something pulled him out. He felt- no. Was it? Billy looked down at you, the tiniest spark of hope flickering in him. “(Y/n)?” he whispered again. Your hand twitched slightly, almost unnoticeably. But Billy saw it. He could breathe again. He lifted you up in his arms, pulling you close so he could hear your heartbeat. It was there, but it was faint. He looked back at Hopper and Joyce, standing silently in the doorway. “They’re alive!” he shouted. “We have to help, hurry, help me pick them up!” They didn’t waste time running down and pulling you to your feet.

“(Y/n), I need you to open your eyes for me, okay?” Joyce said. “Can you do that, honey?”

Your eyelids fluttered for a second, and the hope in Billy’s chest grew. “(Y/n)? I’m here, honey. I got you, just please, please open your eyes,” he whispered.

“Billy?” You looked up at him, practically limp in his arms. Your vision was blurry and your voice was almost gone.

“Oh my God, (y/n). Yeah, I’m here. I got you, I’m here,” Billy whispered, tears in his eyes.

“Water,” you coughed. Joyce fished a flask out of her backpack and brought it to your lips. It was a little stale, but to you, it was heaven. You drank almost half of it before taking a breath.

“Good, that’s so good, (y/n). Can you walk?” Billy asked.

“I- I don’t know,” you murmured.

“I’ll help you,” Billy said. He put his arm around you and placed your arm on his shoulders. You knew he was practically carrying you, but it did help you walk. With Billy supporting you, you could limp well enough.

“Okay, now let’s get out of here before anything comes and ruins all of our warm, fuzzy, happy feelings,” Hopper said in a tone that indicated his true meaning which was along the lines of let’s hurry up and leave right the fuck now. He didn’t want to be down here any longer than he had to, and it wasn’t hard to understand why. Everyone else felt the same.

You tripped constantly walking out of the movie theater. You could almost feel yourself ebbing away as you used the last of your energy trying to push yourself towards home. Billy offered to carry you several times, but you declined. You didn’t know why, but you felt guilty about them coming down to save you, and you would’ve felt even guiltier if Billy had to carry you all the way to the gate. Although, the more exhausted you got, the more tempting his offer sounded. He kept glancing over at you, worried, each time asking if you needed help. And each time, you insisted you were fine. You hated yourself for it, and you didn’t know why. Maybe the toxic air got to your head.

It took longer than expected, but finally, finally, they got you to the gate. Now the challenge was getting you up through it. Joyce had rope in her backpack, but you obviously didn’t have the strength to climb up.

“Um, okay,” Billy started, running a hand through his hair. “Um, how about I go through, and then, um, (y/n) can stand on your shoulders,” he said, gesturing to Hopper, “and then they can go through and I can pull them up on the other side?”

“They are not standing on my-”

“Hop,” Joyce said sternly. Hopper looked between her and Billy, scoffing, before he looked at you. You were weak and barely standing. His eyes softened.

“Fine. Just hurry, please,” he relented. Joyce smiled at him and began climbing. Billy went up soon after. Hopper stepped toward you. “You ready, kid?” Silently, you nodded. He bent down and moved his hands back so you could stand on them if you needed to. The situation was so absurd and the position he was in was so awkward that you laughed slightly. Hopper looked back at you, a small smile on his face. You jumped onto his back like a toddler and positioned yourself so that you were crouching on his shoulders. You felt like a freaky parrot, and the image of a parrot in your shoes was enough to make you laugh again. I must be delirious, you thought. It’s not that funny. Still, you were fighting giggles as you slowly stood up. You were still feeling faint, and you wobbled slightly. The opening was only a few inches above your head, but it felt like a huge gap. You shakily reached toward the edge. The second your finger brushed it, you grabbed onto it like your life depended on it.

Now that you were steadier, you stood up taller. The top of your head pushed through the slimy layer, and you reached up to where you knew Billy was waiting. A second passed, and then a warm hand grasped yours. You clung onto Billy’s hand as you pushed further through the opening. Adrenaline pumped through you at the sight of your world. You pulled yourself up Billy’s forearms as he lifted you. You fell into Billy’s chest and he hugged you.

“I was so fucking worried, (y/n), I thought... (y/n)? Hey, shit, are you okay?” Billy’s voice was laced with anxiety as you swayed. Your legs gave out and you fell over, Billy almost dropping you.

Billy’s voice yelling your name over and over was the last thing you heard before everything went black.

I would’ve had this done in an hour tonight but somebody kept bothering me 😭 I swear I’ll try to be more active and get the requests done. School is starting soon and my mental health is being a bitch, but writing helps me so hopefully that’ll motivate me :) Love you all so much and thank you for reading!!!

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Part 3?

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