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tarabyte3 · 1 year

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I Want You to Show Me Weak

Fandom: Andor

Pairing: Kino Loy/F!Reader

Chapter 3/27 (2.7k words)

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Summary: You're pretty sure Kino Loy hates you. He screams at you, grabs you, and shoves you against the wall, and it's becoming a problem because, well...it shouldn't fluster you as much as it does.

Warnings: Explicit rating, Smut, Prison, Prison sex, minor non-graphic injuries, Dom/Sub, sexual tension, dirty talk, praise, hair-pulling, light choking, unprotected sex, oral, angst

A/N: If you wanted Dom Kino on top of dirty talk Kino, boy do I have some good news for you 😌 Work title is from "Poison" by Vaults. Chapter title is from "Wicked Game" by Chris Isaak.

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Chapter 3 - What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you

During your shift the next day, your hand hurts, but it's functional. It does slow you down, though, because you can't move it as well as you usually do. Alis is kind enough to help you out since he was already faster than you before you injured yourself. Now he's doing his job and nearly half of yours. You owe him big time.

But Kino's "not officially" comment is still rattling around in your skull. You're new enough that maybe you've missed something. So you ask your table if there are any unofficial rules you should know about. If anyone has more context for whatever the fuck yesterday was, outside of the whole…incident, it will be them. Because so far, the only actual rules you've been given are to do your work, keep up, don't get fried, and don't cause problems. If you do cause problems, take them to Kino. "Problems" appears to be the key word there. Covers all manner of sins.

Threl seems relieved that it sounds like you're trying to make an effort to stay out of trouble, bless his heart. He gives you a whole list of shower and tool etiquette, a lecture on respecting communal and private spaces like the cells, and what not to do during quiet hours. Which all seem like basic common sense to you because you know all of that already. You do all of it. But he says nothing about sex, possibly because he doesn't want to bring up sex to the only woman in the unit. Or the rules don't exist.

"What about fooling around?"

Jevid leans forward so he can be heard over the noise on the floor and his large belly presses against the table. "You really think Kino lets people get away with rough housing at all? You should know that better than anyone with how often you get your ass chewed."

"Once for rough housing, if I recall." Alis grins.

"Oh my god, you've all been in here far too long. No, I mean what about sex?"

They all stop, hands hovering over tools and parts, and turn almost as a group to look at you. There's an equal mix of confusion from the three younger men and concern from the three older men staring at you from around the table.

"What?? Why are you all staring at me?"

"What about it?" Alis asks with a furrowed brow, as if your question doesn't make any sense. "Sex is a pretty big topic, you're gonna want to narrow that down for us."

"Are there any rules about sex?"

They all glance around at each other, as though someone in the pod has the answers and will explain what is happening to the rest of them. Jevid clicks his tongue thoughtfully in the empty space where a tooth should be.

"Jeez, you guys are acting like I just mentioned the rancor in the room."

"That's because no one talks about it, duh." Taybus rolls his eyes at you. "You think we all walk around talking about how much we're getting laid? Or that we're getting laid at all?"

"Okay fine, how about this. Are there any rules forbidding sex? Because I'm one woman in here with forty nine men. I think my chances are a little better than yours."

"Oh my god." Sorrek sounds like someone is strangling him.

"Fine, forty eight. Happy?"

"No," Sorrek whimpers.

"Forty seven, sorry kid. Don't swing that way," Threl laughs.

You look at him in pleasant surprise. "Yeah? Well damn, Threl. Then you and I both have forty seven more chances than these fools."

"Forty six," Jevid grumbles. "I'm way too old for this bullshit."

"Fair enough, Jev." You glance at Taybus and grimace. "Let's just cut it down to forty five."

"Oh, fuck you!" He attempts to look angry, but he's trying not to laugh.

Alis, however, is fully shaking with laughter as he slides a part into place. "Woman, if you can find a way to have sex in here or get any privacy, then be my guest. Good for you, in fact. I got your high-five right here." He holds up his hand. "Most of us just…take care of it ourselves." He then waves his still raised hand around. Sorrek protests next to him. His face and ears have been turning dangerously red the entire conversation.

"Oh, and I don't?" You smirk. There is a mixture of groans and snorts in response, except Sorrek, who finally puts his head into his hands.

"But no," Alis adds, "there's no rules or anything. Just be respectful and don't get caught, you know?"

"Why, you see someone you fancy?" Taybus wags his eyebrows at you suggestively.

You have to fight not to glance over and look for Kino, and you tell yourself it's just because that weird interaction in the locker room is what led to this conversation. Not because you're attracted to him. Definitely not that.

"In this lot?" You snort. "Hardly."

"Why else would you be asking?" Taybus is grinning at you now, like he's caught on to something interesting. "You totally do. Who is it?!"

"That's enough," Threl sighs. "Did we not learn any lessons from yesterday? Let's focus."

Taybus ignores him. "It's Vage at table 1, isn't it? I saw him checking you out once."

"Nope. Don't worry, I won't steal your boyfriend." You wink at him.

Taybus flips you off from across the table. You go to return the rude gesture, when there's a hand on your shoulder. You jump and turn to see Kino standing next to you. He has a fake smile on his face. The kind he gets when he's pissed, but he wants to make a point first.

"I see we're all taking our jobs very seriously over here at table 7 today. So seriously that you're in," he pauses to check his data pad and several men at the table wince, "last place! Which puts our shift in fifth. So I have to wonder what is more fascinating than work?"

You start to say "nothing," but to your horror, Taybus butts in with, "She's got a boyfriend."

The panic washes over you and you sputter, "No I don't!' You glance at Kino in fear, but he just gives you an intrigued stare. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he's amused, even. "He's just kidding." And you don't know why you feel it's so important Kino knows that. The man could probably not care less. He does hate you, after all.

"But you asked about sex." Taybus continues, knowing damn well he should shut his mouth, but is unable to resist the opportunity to distress you further. Probably as payback for excluding him from the list. You feel your face burning with embarrassment. You suddenly wish the ground would open up, swallow you whole, and spit you out into the ocean.

"No! I didn't!" Even though you absolutely did. You just don't want Kino to know you're sniffing around after what he said to you. What will he think? Probably that you're trying to find a new way to piss him off. But he's been standing there the entire time, watching your face. Intently taking in every flash of horror and mortification.

Threl uncomfortably clears his throat.

"Enough," Kino finally growls out to the table. "Your numbers better be up by the time I come back around, got it?"

There is an off beat chorus of "Yes, Kino." He turns to look directly at you, waiting expectantly.

You squirm, and give a belated, low, "Yes, Kino."

"Good." There's a slight, pleased twitch in his eyebrow as he stares you down. He looks back around the table. "Unless you're looking forward to frying in ten hours, get to work!"

He finally removes his hand from your shoulder and stalks off. You hadn't realized it had been there the whole time. You glance at the spot he touched you without thinking about what you're doing because, now that it's gone, you can feel his absence and the thought makes your chest flutter.

"Way to go, you pissed him off again."

You quickly look up at the table, like you've been caught doing something you aren't supposed to. "Shut the fuck up, Taybus, and hand me the wrench or I swear to every god that will listen that I will smother you in the shower."

"And you'd deserve it, too." Alis says next to you. "Man, what's wrong with you? Bringing up her sex life to Kino? No wonder you aren't getting laid." The two begin to bicker as you all get back to work.

Jevid gives an annoyed grunt and checks his panel. However, you notice Threl and Sorrek eyeing you suspiciously. And you really hope they aren't going to corner you and bring this up again later.

They absolutely corner you and bring it up again later.

"You wanna tell me what that was about?" Threl crosses his arms and Sorrek looks apologetic next to him, but doesn't move. You're blocked in by the dads.

"Not really." You huff. "It's not your business and I'm far too old for the talk, guys! Come on." You give them a pleading look, hoping they'll drop it.

"It's my business if you get yourself in trouble again! They're gonna kick your ass out to some place worse than this if you keep it up." Threl sounds angry, and you feel bad that you somehow managed to stress him out this much.

"We're just worried about you. That's all this is." Sorrek gives you a kind smile. Aha, you think, the good dad, bad dad routine. You're annoyed that it's working.

"I know you are." You can't help but smile back at him, damnit. "Honestly, guys, there's nothing to worry about. Yesterday when he was patching me up, Kino asked about how I was doing and if…and if anyone had been…inappropriate to me." You wince a little because you didn't want Kino's name to be connected to this conversation at all, just in case one of them was too perceptive for their own good. "It just got me thinking. I wasn't sure what the expectations are about that stuff. Figured I may as well find out. Just in case…you know." Sorrek suddenly finds the ceiling very interesting because he can no longer meet your eyes. "That's all there is to it. Promise."

"So there isn't anyone…?" Threl trails off, letting the question hang between you.

"No. I have no prospects. There's no one throwing themselves at the pariah."

Threl's posture relaxes and he shakes his head. "Okay. Fair enough. Just be careful." Then he surprises you by giving you a mischievous grin. "I think you'd be surprised if you actually paid attention. But good luck, I've been trying to get some in here for years."

At that, Sorrek finally excuses himself with a scandalized look. You let him go and quickly turn on Threl for more details because you haven't gotten the chance to talk about it yet. The two of you gossip about who is hot or not in the corner until it's time to line up. You specifically don't mention how weird things with Kino are getting because you don't think he can handle that yet. And you aren't even sure what the fuck is going on or if you can handle it yet.

When you catch Threl and Kino talking the next day after shift, you swear it isn't on purpose. You're heading out from the showers and you overhear Threl's unmistakable deep voice from around the corner, which catches your attention. The voice that answers him is gruff and low. You'd also recognize that voice anywhere. Especially when it's saying your name. So you stop by the doorway and listen.

"Just promise me you didn't chew her ass out afterwards," Threl pleads. He sounds tired, like they've had this conversation before.

"I promise I didn't yell at her," Kino sighs, and you can feel his irritation from there. "Not that she didn't deserve it."

"You don't have to tell me. I don't know how she keeps shoving her foot in her mouth, but she's a good kid—"

"She's an adult, Threl. You're not that much older than her—"

"—and she's good at the job." Threl ignores him and pushes on. "You and I know it's more than just the work, too. It's how you work. She keeps up with Taybus and keeps him in line, and you know how hard that used to be." Kino grunts in response and you smirk at the floor. Because you'd really love to rub Taybus's face in that. "Edii loves having her there." Okay, at that you're a little surprised because you didn't think Edii has ever expressed a like or dislike for anything other than Taybus. "He's almost relaxed, Kino. He smiles now. Not often, but I know you can see the difference—"

"Yeah, I see it," Kino growls.

"—Hell, I really like her, she gets along great with Alis and Jevid, and Sorrek adores her."

There's a pause in their conversation where you begin to reflect on everything Threl just said because you hadn't thought of yourself as good for your table at all. You can be obnoxious and disruptive, and you keep getting in trouble. You don't know how any of them manage to like you despite that. Then Kino's voice pulls you from your thoughts.

"You're not telling me anything I don't already know. She could get by in here just fine if she would just think before she speaks. Or acts, apparently." You can tell he's annoyed. Which annoys you, even though you can't really blame him.

"I know she's a lot. But she isn't going to learn just because you yell at her."

"I've already figured that out, too," he huffs.

"You have, huh?" You can hear the smile in Threl's tone.

"I know what she needs." There's a confidence to that simple statement that sends a rush through you. Because what the fuck does that mean?

"What does that mean?" Threl warily echoes your unvoiced question.

"Nothing. Look, I just need you to trust me." That is the closest to begging you've ever heard Kino Loy get. "Especially when it comes to her."

You really wish you could see their faces right now. Especially Kino's because your brain is in overdrive trying to work through his words like it's a code or puzzle. Why does he have to be so mysterious and unreadable all of the time?

"Alright. I trust you, Kino. You know I do."

"Good. Now I have to go do a sweep of the showers. I'll see you later."

You jump up in panic and scramble to get away from the doorway. You can't imagine how pissed Kino will be if he catches you eavesdropping. It isn't until you're trying to act natural, and Kino is turning the corner, that you realize you were so focused on not getting caught that you forgot you're only in a towel. He stops the second he sees you and stares at you in surprise. You stare back at him.

"Hi!" You wince because there was way too much enthusiasm in your voice. So much for acting natural.

He doesn't respond. But his eyes drop away from your face and slowly glance over your towel wrapped body. It's slow enough that it's obvious what he's doing. It's slow enough that you feel like he's absorbing every inch of you. Memorizing you. And you let him because it never occurs to you that you can stop him or leave. That you have any other choice but to let him.

Because maybe you want him to.

Because maybe, if you were a braver woman, you would remove your towel and let him look even more and see if you can crack his stony expression. Or beckon him to you and let him remove it himself.

"Are you done in here?" His indifferent voice snaps you out of your thoughts. You're disturbed because where the fuck did that come from? Also, how is he so unaffected? He checked you out and now he's just, what, standing there like nothing happened?

Maybe he didn't see anything he likes, you think. And why does that thought bother you so much?

"Yeah, sorry." You hunch in on yourself, holding your towel to your chest, and you run out, giving him a wide berth. You know with absolute certainty that you're not actually leaving, but are, in fact, running away.

NEXT CHAPTER->

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justanotherrpmeme · 2 years

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Consequences of Advanced Spellcasting

" Jesus, we could not have screwed up that spell worse, and we can't take it back. ” " Yeah, I don't really do slow. ” " There are certain energies, certain spells, which are far too powerful for one magician alone. ” " If you lose control, they will turn against you. They will kill you. ” " They will consume you. Change you... into something else. ” " Hey, babe, it's me. Um, ahem, just got your message. I'm so sorry, I got stuck. ” " Never gets old, does it? ” " Better than money. Better than sex. ” " We've both been so busy with school. ” " You're kicking ass. Just don't forget to manage your shit. ” " Now, try holding these. ” " So clean. Very advanced. ” " This might actually be hard. ” " What took you so long? I'm starving. ” " Welcome to our gracious abode. ” " Oh, come on. He's a high-strung super nerd. We love those. ” " I'm not an experienced drinker, ” " Wait, you don't wanna try it again, do you? ” " I need to know the truth, that's all. ” " Well, the last time we asked that question, somebody died. ” " Never mind. What do you care? ” " You're stupid. You have a stupid face. ” " The whole thing is fucking pointless. ” " You know, as a psychic, you'd think you'd have seen all this coming. ” " Okay, I'll work on it. Jeez. ” " So, it's got lots of space. Lots of light. It looks really great. ” " Okay, can we just talk about this now? Where is your head? ” “ Why do I feel like I'm talking to myself? ” " I'm--I've just been busy with class-- ” " Are you seeing someone else? ” " Why would you ask that? ” " I'm just--I'm starting to feel like the asshole. ” " Hey... I love you. You know that. Look, I know I've been moody lately, but... I feel a lot better. ” " We believe it's a garden variety haunting. ” " I just--I don't trust her. ” " Okay, look. I just-- I think trying to drown people seems a little violent. ” " He may not have even known what he was doing. ” " So you gonna tell me what's in the box or... ” " Shit. Uh, let me-- let me try it again. ” " Should be easy. You're distracted. ” " So how do you manage it all? ” " I'm not judging you. I started out like you and you have a good life. ” " All I know... you have to mean it for magic to work. ” " That wasn't so hard, was it? ” " Know what? I did hear about that. ” " Loathe as I am to admit it, I don't actually know anything. ” " Sit. Relax. Let your mind wander. ” " It's pretty simple. But you gotta start by letting go, tough guy. ” " That part of my life is behind me. ” " I know how it sounds, but I was young and... ” " You know how it is when you're that age. You get...terrible ideas. ” " I thought I could make him love me again. ” " Oh, some kind of love spell? ” " I thought if I could make myself prettier. ” " Oh...God. No one warned you how dangerous that was? ” " Wait here. I'll be back. I'm gonna fix this. ” " It was-- It was totally untested. ” " I begged him to stop, but he wouldn't, and that's when it went totally out of control. ” " I think we're close. Hold this, will you? ” " Let me do the talking. ” " What the hell are you doing here? You know these guys? ” " You say that like I had a choice. ” " So this is it, huh? The real you. ” " Do you ever stop to think about how maybe you treated me? ” " Why are you saying this? ” " No, that's not true. I-- You know how I felt about you. ” " Admit it. Just admit it. ” " So, you're gonna punish me for that? ” " I don't know what else to say. ” " I'm sorry, but I mean it. You could really get hurt doing this shit, and for what? Grow up. ” " Do you love magic? Is it in your soul? Is it like the secret heart of what you always were? ” " I made the mistake of thinking you were just psychic, but it... it's more complicated. ” " This is not a joke. You do not have the luxury to mess around now that this is out of the bottle. ” " You will study this. You will master this. Do you understand? ” " I don't know what happened. I don't know how it got so bad. ” " How long were you to douchebags gonna leave me out there? ” " Look, they're not even alive. Th--they're... something else. ” " What? Just because you couldn't do it? ” " You're making it up as you go along ” " I'm not patronizing you. I'm telling you that this is not a good idea. ” " I was kinda surprised you called. Thought you disappeared again. ” " You wanna talk about it? Please? ” " I-- I don't know how to talk about it. I got involved with something. ” " I started taking it when I was applying to grad school, and then I was taking more and more. ” " I-- Can I-- I don't know, can I hug you? ” " I can't believe it's you. I missed you so much. I don't even know what to say. ” " It's not gonna work. You have to stop. ” " Why did you think you had to save me? "

#roleplay meme #sentence meme #ask meme #rp meme #meme

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alltimefail-sims · 2 years

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I woke up this morning to more asks than I have ever gotten in one sitting, and it was such a cool surprise so thank you guys!!! This was literally so much fun! All asks & answers are below the cut because I didn’t want to spam the dashboard with my long responses haha.

@mangosimoothie these are all some great questions and thank you for that!!

5. Do they have any tattoos? If so what are they and do they have any special meaning?

Zoe doesn’t have any tattoos yet, but she has always wanted one! She just doesn’t know what she’d get and would be like “It’s got to be perfect if it’s going to be on my body forever!” But Erwin has one very minimalist medium-sized sunset tattoo on his right shoulder blade (kind of like this). He got it on his 18th birthday, it was something he and his sister always wanted to get together!

7. Do they have any unusual fears?

I wouldn’t say they’re unusual fears, but Erwin is very scared of small spaces and Zoe is scared of geese because of a bad run-in she had with a goose on the Kindergarten playground lol.

11. Do they have any addictions?

Zoe doesn’t have any addictions! She’s a meticulous person who is very health-conscious and her mom was a great example who showed her how to set healthy boundaries and limits. Erwin on the other hand is a different story! Erwin smokes cigarettes (something he picked up from his older sister Maggie, it really started as a way to feel closer to her after she went missing and has turned into a stress coping mechanism). Plus, he has an unhealthy dependence on caffeine. The man has been known to go through a pot of coffee all on his own, he doesn’t even care about taste. He’s poured energy drinks in coffee before (gross, I know). He just... doesn’t sleep well.

Even though it was definitely a challenge to choose between my pixel children, I think the Top 5 sims I’ve made are:

The whole Carter family, but especially Caleb. He is truly cathartic for me to play and write.

My version of Alexander Goth (really he’s my son, EA can take Alexander Goth from my cold dead hands, they have never done that boy justice!!)

All my Strangerville sims, but Tashia and Junia would be tied for third because I have no other sims like them. They challenge me!

Sha West (I’ll be posting her later, she is from one of my private saves where I’m doing the globetrotter challenge for fun and I loveeee her).

Rin and Lazlo Fite (twins so they count as one lmao. They were originally just submissions for another simblr, but I fell in love with them and their backstory!)

This was even harder!! I follow a LOT of simblrs. But my current top 5 sims from other simblrs are:

The entirety of Gen 3 (Asa, Finn, Casper, Stevie, Elaine, Jada) from Frozen Pines by @softpine. I cannot pick between these babies, they all have my heart equally.

The entire Halabi family, but especially Gus (and Lena) by @sojutrait

Lucas Munch by @gunthermunch

Izara Ali by @acuar-io

Pheebs by @softerhaze

Honorable mention to River and Ro from Inheritance by @cyberth0t! My old ass was around when this was a sims story, but now it’s an awesome webtoon here!!

Lol I love that. Crush away, anon.

2. Do they wear perfume/cologne? If so what scents do they prefer?

Erwin doesn’t wear a cologne really unless he’s going out! But Erwin always smells fresh - like a light, clean ivory soap smell mixed with his laundry detergent and a warm mix of light bergamot, jasmine and lemon. Fresh and pleasantly light is literally the only way I can think to describe it ajajksdjkasjgs sorry hope that makes sense! Although he does smoke cigarettes, he never smells overwhelmingly like smoke (it’s just barely present!).

6. If they were badly injured, and for whatever reason couldn't go to a hospital, who would they go to for help?

Erwin is stubborn and kind of a loner, he would probably patch himself up in most circumstance. But he’d have to have a deep bond with someone to let them see him in pain/vulnerable like that!

16. Do they have or want kids?

He does not have kids! As for wanting kids, he’d say no. But really he just doesn’t think he’ll ever have the opportunity to have kids. He doesn’t dislike the idea at all, but definitely isn’t in a place for kids right now! In the future though? He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about that...

29. If they were real would you be friends with them?

Hmmmmm I can’t say for sure. Current Erwin? Probably not, we live very different lives! But future Erwin and I would probably get along very well!

19. How easy is it to become their friend?

It is not easy to gain Junia’s trust in any way lmao. Friend, romantic partner, work associate... doesn’t matter to her. She keeps things pretty distant and professional across the board. But if you break through? Dear God, she will love you and protect you fiercely.

@missjinglecoco thank you for these questions! <3

1. Do they have any crafting hobbies?

Erwin likes to take polaroid photos just for personal enjoyment! I wouldn’t say he scrapbooks, but he likes to do a *version* of that by journaling with polaroids...so scrapbooking without the stickers and fun paper lol. He also runs a podcast about spooky stuff like unsolved mysteries, paranormal stories, and conspiracy theories!

12. Do they have any sense of style? Regardless of the answer do they believe they have a sense of style?

He absolutely has a very quirky sense of style, although he would say he just likes to wear stuff that he likes and isn’t intentionally curating a look. His style is vintage casual with an alternative touch - quirky patters, ripped loose jeans, lots of 70s-80s dad tees you’d find in a Goodwill.

33. Do they play ttrpgs? If so what kind of characters do they play? Or are they more likely to GM?

Yes! He hasn’t played since high school, but he loves Dungeons and Dragons. He typically plays as an elf wizard! He would love to be a DM/GM, but he’s never had the time to come up with and execute a campaign of his own creation.

@chelseasanidiot Oh that’s my baby!!! My favorite!! Thank you for asking about him <3

3. Do they enjoy cooking?

YES! He loves cooking with his mom and his abuela! Cooking is a love language to him, and it’s a way he connects to his culture too. He’s the kind of person that is always offering food and to his friends and loved ones and sees it as a basic act of service - “We’re hanging out at my house, so I should give you a snack - just makes sense!”

4. Do they enjoy baking?

Not as much as cooking, but he does enjoy baking if it’s with Cheryl!

28. Are they a #gamer?

He loves lots of different games, but he would not call himself a #gamer lol. He doesn’t take games so seriously! His sister is much more competitive that him!

Of course! <3

8. Do they collect anything? If so what and why?

She collects snow globes! Whenever she and her mom would go on vacation, she’d get a snow globe from that location as a souvenir.

9. When they're sick what do they do to feel better?

She is very productive, so she just doesn’t have time to lay around sick. She takes healing very serious - strict regiment of herbal teas, vitamin C supplements, rest, vapor rub (still using the same big pot of Vicks that probably is from the 90s), humidifier, soups, keeps a notepad with her medication rotation schedule...the works!

10. Do they have any regrets?

Nope!

42. Can they speak multiple languages? If yes which all do they speak and why?

She isn’t fluent in any languages outside of English. She only remembers a few words/phrases from high school French. She also would recognize a few words or phrases in Arabic from knowing Anwar and his family for so long.

43. Can they handle stressful situations?

Yes, she operates very efficiently under stress (and grief). She needs people to remind her that it’s okay to slow down and just... feel.

44. Who, if anyone, would they trust with their deepest secrets?

Anwar! He’s her closest friend since childhood and she’d trust him with her life. Eventually you guys will see her open up to more than just him though <3

45. Do they plan in advance or just wing it?

Plan in advance always. Just thinking of “winging it” makes her skin break out in hives lmao

#ask game #strangerville outtakes #erwin pries #zoe tate #junia cahill #alexander goth #woah this was SO LONG but we did it!!#You guys are amazing for all these questions thank you #atfs answers #strangerville

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senorincognito69 · 2 years

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Pillow 25 - Sudden reversing dissonance

(Woman into Reversion Syndrome)*

The B4 line train wasn’t that full at noon, the carriage was mostly empty as the convenient public transport traveled along the rails that crisscrossed the city. There were just a few people around, all minding their own business.

Which included Margarina Florero.

A nerdy, plump, short young round faced lady, with brownish skin and brown hair braided into fancy pigtails. She was wearing a white blouse and a skirt, with squared glasses and a heavy hand-bag hanging from her shoulder. Infamous in college for being a nagging smart-ass, she was leaning against one of the carriage’s windows, looking down at her phone.

‘You were too harsh, Maggy! XP’ Her friend Alisson’s answer to her last text appeared on the screen, making Margarina close the news tab and swipe back to their private chat.

Margarina tapped out her counter argument.

‘That moron asked me out in FRONT of the whole class!’

‘And that’s a reason to go full nuclear bitch?’

‘Absolutely! He should be thankful I didn’t kick off his balls!’

‘Pfffffffff! But you totally had the hots for that guy! Did you really have to humiliate him in public?”

‘The hots for his body, but I’m not gonna go out with such an idiot! Have you seen his grades?!’

‘Why would that matter?’

‘Of course it matters! I’m not gonna spread for any stupid randie, it’s not my fault that I’m too good for them! Most men are just dimwits!’

‘Geez, Maggy you are a TOTAL cunt!’

‘So what? Wrap me in a pair of panties, I’m not gonna bite my tongue, guys suck ass and not even in THE good way!!’

‘Okay, but don’t come crying to me when you end up as a lonely spinster with a bunch of cats’

‘That’s fine with me’

‘Wait, aren’t you a cunt? You're gonna dry up if you don’t get action, pussy! XD’

‘I’m gonna have all the sex I want, but I’m not gonna tied up with any good for nothing loser! Mark my words, Aly, tis wet twat ain’t gonna pop no kids! I’m too busy having an actual career and life for that!’

“Yeah, sorry, vagina, but that’s a no-no, we are mommy material here! Time to assume direct control!”

Margarina eyes opened wide and her lips closed tight, she felt a chill cross her spine several times, up and down. That last line wasn’t a text on the screen, but a voice, a woman’s voice not too different from her own that sounded loud and clear in her head.

Her brain pulsated, her heart pumped and her pussy warmed.

‘Sure, sure, whatever you say’ was Alisson’s next message.

Fingers hovered over the screen, but Margarina couldn’t tap an answer, her mind focused on the giggling echoing in her head.

“You heard me, Maggy le Cunt, it’s finally time to get in your place! A good old not-really-up-side going down to the crotch!”

Margarina’s nipples stiffened against her shirt, she wasn’t wearing a bra that day… which happened to be the last day that she would have had the chance to wear such a piece of underwear. Sweat slid down her forehead, her breath coming fast, the heat was becoming suffocating.

She had aced sex Ed, she knew all too well and certainly what it meant when another self began to talk inside your head.

She gulped.

Reversion Syndrome

If she didn’t act fast she was going to reverse in the middle of the train, in front of everybody, she had to…

“No, no, no, my babbling vagina! I’m not giving you time to grieve, we are doing this, right here, right NOW!”

A spark of orgasm made Margarina cover her mouth with both hands.

She shook her head with passion and mumbled…

“I’m not ccccuccuucuunnnnthhhhhhh!”

Her eyes crossed above her nose as she tried to look down at her mouth, her voice had turned into a gurgling mess. She opened and closed her lips, feeling them grow numb, fleshy, moistening. Terrified she touched them with one hand, feeling the changes with her fingertips, fireworks in her brain, it felt so wrong… and so good…

In panic she turned on the camera of her phone and smashed the reverse-picture option. On the screen she saw her face and how her mouth became a cunt.

“GGGGUUGUGGHHHHHHHHHH!”

Her tongue slid up and down the swelling lips, loosening the opening that she could no longer close. It spread vertically, like a proper vagina, drooling as her teeth shrank into nothing. Labia stretched until it consumed her nose too, making it into a shivering clit.

The salty taste down her throat.

A gasping, gurgling, soaked vagina in the middle of her face.

Her mind was bright with lust.

Accidentally, one of her fingers slid inside that sexual hole between her eyes and the resulting orgasmic explosion burst instantly both above and between her for-now legs, making those limbs shake, knees crossed as sex juices slid down to her knees and to her tits.

“YES! YES!” shouted the voice inside her skull. “Just like that, Maggy! Enjoy it! Embrace it, my little twat!”

“Gagggggaaaa! GaggghhhhhhH!” grunted Margarina in horny frustration.

This couldn’t be happening to her.

She couldn’t just be… a vagina…

Her gurgling noises finally attracted some unwanted attention. A man sitting in the seats in front of her woke his sleeping partner with a poke from his elbow without taking his eyes from the pussy in Margarina’s face.

The few dozen eyes in the carriage were soon all looking towards the reversing woman.

With increasingly mossy muffled unintelligible groans of frustration Margarina rushed to the only option she had left to communicate: Her phone.

‘ALY! ALY! Help! I’m a cunt! I am a fucking cunt!’

‘Yeah, I know, also very annoying sometimes’

‘No! You idiot! I mean literally! I’m reversing! I’m reversing in the middle of the train!’

‘Uh? What? Prove it!’

With an angry groan Margarina hit the camera button, there was a flash, the picture of her face loaded into the chat. The picture of a startled young woman’s face that had a gaping vagina between her worried frowning eyes.

‘Happy?!’

‘Holy cow! You ARE a cunt! And a tight one at that…’

‘’WTF even matters that?! HELP!”

‘Heeeem… Welp, I will be friendly with your other self, help them adjust and such, no worries’

‘I MEAN ME, IDIOT! HELP ME!’

‘What do you want me to do? Your mouth is already a twat, girl’

‘ANYTHING!’

‘Look, Maggy, been a pleasure to meet you as a person, but you are a pussy, good luck with that, I’m sure you will enjoy it, just relax, don’t complicate your reversion more than necessary’

‘I’m your friend! You clown! How can you be such a cunt?!’

‘You are the cunt XD’

‘How can you be so insssesitive? I going to lose my freaking life to a ssstupid bimbo whore that doesn’t stops giggling inside my brainnn and you are just !!! there doing shhhit! I WANT TO BE STUFF FULL OF COCK’

“Hey, you said it, not me!” chuckled her other-side’s voice.

Margarina’s fingers trembled, her phone and handbag fell to the floor.

Some passengers had begun to film her, after all, live reversion videos always got very good viewing figures on the internet.

The reversing woman stretched her arms, only capable of witnessing the slow degradation of her status as a person as she was betrayed by her own flesh. Fingers cramped, cracked, then started to shrunk, shortening into sturby and wider versions of themselves.

Toes.

The palm of the hand narrowed and elongated, losing flexibility to gain length.

A sole.

Margarina flapped around the feet at the end of the wrists as her arm stretched and contorted into long legs. She rubbed her chest with them, fully opening her blouse, liberating her tits for everybody to see.

“GGGGGAGGGGGGG! GGGGGGAAAAH!”

Her desire was to cry for help, to scream, but her pussy-mouth wasn’t fit for such a task and the more she gurgled and struggled with her fate, the more wet and horny she got.

There was a loud ripping sound, followed by another series of bone cracks and muscle snaps. She looked down, afraid of the next step of her humiliation. Her shoes were getting torned apart from the inside, the soles detached from the main body of the shoe as long fingers of long nails slid from inside, wiggling free of restraint.

Soles became palms and legs arms.

Up was down, down was up.

Those last changes made Margarina lose any hope of balance, she crumbled and then dropped flat on her arse. She gurgled her pain, but there was another grunt of complaint, the woman speaking in her mind… but this time it sounded in her ears…

Despite seeming impossible, Margarina’s eyelids opened even wider as she looked down at her crotch, or what was supposed to be her crotch, between what was once her legs, but now was arms over which she had no control at all.

Her skirt was rising up.

Swelling.

Something stretching her panties.

Margarina moaned as best as she could with her cunt-mouth.

A woman giggled in her groins, red hair flowing from inside the skirt like water.

There was a snapping sound when the panties broke and were sent flying to the other side of the wagon. More giggles, more changes, arm-legs bend backwards as leg-arms gain full movement.

The new hands took off the shoes and the sock, warping up the skirt.

A woman smiled at Margarina from down there, of pale skin and fit squared bone cheeks. She had the same eye color as Margarina, but irradiated confidence.

Margarina had never seen her in her life, not really, yet her face was the most familiar thing to ever get in her sight.

“Hey, there!” gloated the woman, raising up as hip became shoulders and her control of the body became complete.

The voice in Margarina’s head now had a voice in the real world and she had none.

“Because you are pussy, silly!” the woman finished the transforming woman’s thought.

Standing tall above Margarina she shook her long redhead mane, stretched her arms, played with her breasts as they migrated and shrunk towards her side, trading places with the navel. The whole body was becoming slimmer, more well toned and paler, it even got abs as Margarina was reduced to a head between legs of her own flesh.

Without asking for permission, without any hesitation or worry for being in public, the new woman began to touch Margarina’s face, not as if she was a person, but as if she was just a mere sexual organ.

The long fingers fondled her, the vaginal lips, what was one her skull reformed into hip bones as a pillow butt disappeared in the back and appeared smaller and firmer where there was once a nape.

“Time for the knot!” announced the woman.

“Nuuugllllhhhhh! NUUUUGGGGGGGGHHH!” cried her pussy.

Margarina’s protesters didn’t stop neither the changes nor her owner. She was turned around, upside down, properly aligned with the rest of her body in the place where a cunt like her belonged.

The crotch.

The motion of the knot made her braided pigtails fall off, her hair just dark pubes, her entire existence cramped in a tanned patch of skin, with tight pussy lips and a pair of eyes going crazy with lust.

Everything was touch, sensation, warm, moist.

It was incredible how deep inside the soft carnal tunnel she was, her owner's fingers could reach.

Margarina’s eyes rolled blank.

“Bye, bye, Maggy! Let’s fucking goooooooo!” screamed the woman, her feet in the wagon’s window as she leaned forward, bending her back so everybody admired how she furisuly masturbated her pussy. “It’s Rita’s time now!”

The eyes in her crotch flickered and got sealed, as if they had never been there.

Rita came, multiple earth shaking orgasms, she moaned and laughed, sliding down, embracing her body and her little tanned vagina. A blouse around her legs, a skirt over her breasts.

Her pleasure lasted several minutes, it wasn’t until it slowed into an intermittent twitch in her vagina that she became mildly aware of her surroundings. She giggled free of shame, looking back at the cameras of the cell phones, winked, blew a kiss and made a peace sign as she spread her legs with gymnastic flexibility to show off her cunt.

The train reached the next stop, it was the one in which Margarina was supposed to leave the wagon, but that day Rita missed it.

A few years later, in a busy cafeteria…

Alisson sipped her cold tea while Rita laughed loudly, almost snorting, her red hair was braided into a single pigtail.

“And after he blasted my face with cum I couldn’t stop chuckling and he thought I was making fun of his cock!” shouted Rita. “Isn’t the funniest thing

The coup remained in Alisson’s lip for a while as she thought about what to say. The two of them had grown together in the years after the reversion, they were very good friends, but sometimes dealing with Rita was as troublesome as dealing with the person that ended up becoming her vagina.

“Are you sure is safe to do that much sex in your… condition?”

Rita rolled her eyes, not losing her smirk.

“Geeh, being pregnant doesn’t mean I’m gonna explode for having some fun!”

She recoiled a bit in her chair, her quite pregnant belly was showing off between her tank top and her long skirt.

Alisson took another sip of her tea.

“Not saying that! Just, be careful, you're not the brightest bulb in the world.”

“I am an adult lady!”

Alisson pointed at Rita with her coup.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Ouch, you woke up mean today, aren’t ya?”

The two giggled satisfied.

“Sometimes…” continued Alisson. “Sometimes I wonder how she… it… feels about your pregnancy…”

“Uh, who?”

“I… Ma… You know, Ma… Your pussy.”

“Ah, our good pal Maggy le Cunt!”

“Y-yeah, she…”

“No,” Rita’s smirk became impish. “Say it.”

Alisson looked away with her lips close tight.

“Yes, Maggy le Cunt,” she sighed defeated. “When she was a person she hated the idea of having boyfriends and especially hated the idea of having kids. Guess that’s why you are her mirror opposite, pregnant and with several boyfriends...”

“You think a lot about that, Alisson?”

“What? Nah…” she shrugged. “I’m just curious, if Maggy hasn’t gone full pussy-for-brains she must… have some opinions…”

“Je! She was always a pussy-for-brains, that’s why she’s my cunt, but if you want to know her opinion about the matter… Hmmm… Guess the quickest way is to just show you!”

“Wait…!”

Before Alisson could react Rita, spread her legs and raised her skirt.

Of course, not being a big fan of underwear, she wasn’t wearing panties.

Alisson had a few glimpses at the gym’s shower and the beach, but it was the first time in a long time that she was face to pussy with her old friend. She started mesmerized at Rita’s hairy vagina of brown pubes and brown skin, down there under the shadow of that tense pregnant belly.

For a moment she remembered Margarina Florero, smiling naked, waving back… if Alisson claimed that she hadn't searched and seen the video of the reversion in the train she would be lying…

All that her friend once was fully squeezed into his most basic recognizable traits and forever compressed and bound to Rita’s crotch as a mere pussy.

The skirt goes back down before anybody else in the cafeteria notices its presence.

“Did you notice?” asked Rita, breaking Alisson’s spell.

Alisson gulped.

“She was drooling…”

“Maggy le Cunt.”

“Maggy le Cunt…” repeated Alisson.

“My sex-hole just can’t help herself, drooling constantly since the test gave a positive! Is pleasurable as fuck, also annoying as heck, but sure I don’t need to tell you! Person or pussy she was always sorta a pain in the ass!” Rita chuckled. “You should be careful, Alisson, staring at my wet vagina with THOSE eyes can be dangerous!”

“...what do you mean with that…?”

“Eyes of envy!”

“That’s no…”

“Hey, if a grown up woman looks at a pussy like that it may mean she’s no woman at all! Tell me, friend, do you have a lewd imaginations about ladies giving birth with their mouths?”

Alisson’s face instantly lights bright red… A flash of Margarina’s face, mouth wide open, a large egg coming out of her throat, completely deforming her face… then it was Rita’s cunt… then it was her own face… then it was…

Alisson shook her head.

“Cut it off with the weird kink crap, you dumb bimbo…!” she groaned, annoyed.

“Sorry, sorry!” chuckled Rita, cocking her head. “Just saying, Maggy le Cunt & Aly le Twat sounds like a match made in heaven!”

“Shut up!” Alisson coughed with indignation. “That’s the stupidest thing you have ever said!” she took another long sip of her tea…

Her heart beating hard…

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The love hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

Quotes

August 27th-September 16th

“ Right now she just needs out. The talk. Of the room. Of her own life.“-(ch 6)

“ You are such a smart-ass.”-Adam(ch 6)

“ He really did smell good. And he was funny in a weird, deadpan way, and yes, unknown ass, but friendly enough to her that she could sort of ignore that about him. Plus, he was spending a small fortune on sugar for her. Truly, she had nothing to complain about.“-(ch 6)

“ Wishing she’d gone ahead and drawn 20 dicks all over Anh's face.”-(ch 6)

“Right. Yes. Good suggestion. Olive did breath, and and the act made her realize that she hadn't done that in a while.”- Olive(ch 6)

“He looked…Not gross.”-Olive(ch 6)

“He's really into you. I can tell from the way he stares at you.”-Anh(ch 6)

“Because this was her life, and these were her poor, moronic, hare brained choices.”-Olive(ch 7)

“And the way he looked at her, kind and curious and patient…she must be hallucinating it.”-Olive(ch 7)

“I wish you were Salt-and-Vinegar chips.”-Olive (ch 18)

“You would, wouldn't you? Hate everything that is delicious and lovely and comforting.”- Olive (ch 8)

“You just want to live in your dark, bitter world made of black coffee and plain bagels with plain cream cheese. And occasionally salt-and-vinegar chips.”(ch 8)

“Olive had to convince her lungs not to stop working, to keep taking in oxygen.”-(ch 8)

“Public speaking, or even one-on-one situations where I have to impress people. That's the worst, actually. I hate it so much- my head explodes and I freeze and everyone is looking at me ready to judge me and my tongue paralyzes and I start wishing that I was dead and then that the world was dead.”-Olive(ch 8)

“I don't know. Maybe my brain is broken.”-Olive(ch 8)

“Olive, you should talk about it. And let yourself be weepy.”-Adam(ch 8)

“She was fine, this was fine, she could cry about this later.”-Olive(ch 9)

“She felt so safe with him.Invincible. A true slayer. He turned her into a powerful, ferocious person.”-Olive(ch 17)

“He was always handsome, but now, in the witching hour, he took her breath away.”-Olive(ch 17)

“Who needs to say ‘I love you’ in every language? People barely need it in one. Sometimes not even in one.”-Olive(ch 17)

“She'd been better off not knowing how attractive he sounded when speaking another language.”-Olive(ch 17)

“She’d braced herself, but it still felt like a punch in the sternum that left her void of air. Caused her stomach to twist and her heart to drop.”-Olive(ch 17)

“Olive wondered a lot of things, then told herself to stop. It wouldn't matter less, now.”-Olive(ch 18)

“It was a weird kind of ache, jealousy . Confusing, unfamiliar, not something she was used to. Half cutting, half disorienting and aimless, so different from the loneliness she’d felt since she was fifteen.”-(ch 18)

“Because I'm starting to wonder if this is what being in love is. Being okay with ripping yourself to shreds. So the other person can stay whole.”-Olive(ch 18)

“They closed their eyes and let themselves just be, here, with each other, quite, still, one last time.”-(ch 19)

“When she heard the click at the door of the door closing behind her, it was like falling from a great height.”-(ch 18)

“Something inside her- her heart, very possibly- was broken in several large pieces, not shattered as much as neatly snapped in half, and then in half again.”-(ch 19)

“Her heart may be broken but her brain was doing just fine.”-(ch 19)

“She cursed herself for never checking the peephole. She truly deserved to be axed by a serial killer.”-(ch 19)

“Olive was not in the mood for socializing, or beer, or freedom trails, but at some point she was going to have to learn to productively navigate society with a broken heart.”-(ch 19)

“She told herself that she needed to be strong, to be pragmatic, to be numb.”-(ch 19)

“He's the most disgusting, detestable, shameful, disgraceful human being. I hope he has explosive diarrhea as we speak. I hope he gets genital warts. I hope he gets genital warts. I hope he has to live saddled by the largest, most painful, hemorrhoid in the universe.”-Malcolm(ch 19)

“Nuh-uh, this is a hallmark movie. Or a poorly written young adult novel. That will not sell well. Olive, tell Malcolm to keep his day job, he'll never make it as a writer.”-Anh(ch 19)

“God, ol, you're such an idiot. But a way lovable idiot, and my idiot.”-Anh(ch 19)

“You two can be so smart and yet so slow.”-Malcolm(ch 19)

“People who cross me will come to regret it.”-(ch 20)

“A lot of lies. So many lies she'd told, so many true things she could have said but never did, all because she'd been scared of the truth, of driving the people she moved away from her. All because she'd been afraid to lose them. All because she didn't want to be alone again.”-(ch 20)

“Her voice was barely audible in the chaos going on around them, but it was what got through to him.”-(ch 20)

“He was warm, and smelled like himself, like safe and home.”-Olive(ch 20)

“Did this fortune cookie just throw shade at me?”-Holden(ch 20)

“You can fall in love:someone will catch you.”-(ch 20)

“I don't like twenty- five- year-olds who act like toddlers. I don't mind them if they're actually three.”-Adam(ch 20)

“She loved him even more for it. For looking at her like she was the beginning and end of his every thought.”-(ch 20)

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REVIEW: The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

Rating: 3/5

Synopsis

As a third-year Ph.D. candidate, Olive Smith doesn't believe in lasting romantic relationships--but her best friend does, and that's what got her into this situation. Convincing Anh that Olive is dating and well on her way to a happily ever after was always going to take more than hand-wavy Jedi mind tricks: Scientists require proof. So, like any self-respecting biologist, Olive panics and kisses the first man she sees.

That man is none other than Adam Carlsen, a young hotshot professor--and well-known ass. Which is why Olive is positively floored when Stanford's reigning lab tyrant agrees to keep her charade a secret and be her fake boyfriend. But when a big science conference goes haywire, putting Olive's career on the Bunsen burner, Adam surprises her again with his unyielding support and even more unyielding... six-pack abs.

Suddenly their little experiment feels dangerously close to combustion. And Olive discovers that the only thing more complicated than a hypothesis on love is putting her own heart under the microscope.

Review

I am not the smartest person when it comes to biological science, so a lot of whatever the hell hey were talking about really went over my head while reading this book. Aside from that, this story really did capture my heart despite it being from the infamous Book Tok. Though, this book wasn't exactly as it was marketed to be from readers. When many talked about spice, it sounded like this entire story was meant to be erotica. The reality is that there was really only one sex chapter, which given the traits of our beloved heroin, Olive, it makes sense.

The prologue drew me in immediately. I'm a sucker for a good laugh especially if it's relatable. I've learned my lesson from wearing expired contacts myself! Immediately after reading the prologue, I knew we had our hero. Then suddenly two years and eleven months later we find Olive kissing some guy who is none other than our hero himself, Adam Carlson.

One thing that irks me about the beginning of the book is the first chapter where it is described that Olive had kissed Adam without his consent. At the beginning of the story, the two of them are the perfect strangers who stand at very different levels in their careers - Adam is a professor, Olive is a student which isn't exactly the power dynamic I usually go for in contemporary romance novels. While I love a good plot in STEM, specifically women in STEM, I find that the relationship could've been represented better with a more preferable age gap that does not make it seem too inappropriate. However, they do end up making it work as they start becoming more comfortable with each other, so I guess that works.

"I'm starting to wonder if this is what being in love us. Being okay with ripping yourself into shreds, so the other person can stay whole."

Both Adam and Olive have admirable goals in their careers; Olive's pancreatic cancer project and Adam's fight for his research fund while under suspicion that he may be moving to another university. This story is very much character driven with not much character development. But, if you're looking for that grumpy x sunshine fake dating trope, well then this book is perfect for you. I noticed that this story did not focus much on the flaws of the characters which added to the lack of character development, aside from them being more comfortable with each other as the story progressed. The more we got introduced to new characters, the more I started to realize that each character lacked diversity. It seemed that they each had either the same or a similar personality. Which while entertaining for certain character interactions, it all seemed repetitive in the end.

"Olive had felt that he was on her side. Over and over, and in ways that could never have been anticipated, he had made her feel unjudged. Less alone."

Conclusion

All in all, I feel that while the relationship was cute and had great development, the story could've used more personal character development for the individual characters. One thing that I did enjoy that I tend to joke about quite a bit is the fact that even though they had no "one bed trope," they ended up making their own anyways and I thought that was funny. The best takeaway from this book is that it surrounds the difficulties of women in STEM and the fact that Adam became her biggest protector in the end made my heart flip. Nothing is sexier than a man who will do anything for his woman even if it means pinning a man against the wall and threatening to kill him. Hopefully you find this book enjoyable as much a I did despite it's many flaws and it's redeeming qualities that balanced it out.

"If you say another word about the woman I love, if you look at her, if you even think about her - I'm going to fucking kill you."

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Van Der Wulff : Halloween in a Castle

The castle was grand. Really decorated how it would have been in the past with colorful tapestries and classical paintings that decorated the walls. It was pure elegance which was an odd juxtaposition to the more modern music playing in the ball room. I originally walked in with Damien (as the devil) and max (as Bugs Bunny) on each arm. To be honest, I didn’t want to come. The whole blood situation combined with the anonymous ‘L’ text made me want to stay in the bedroom I was assigned.

I walked around the party, laughing at the playful jokes about my costume watching who it infuriated so I could maybe figure out who even set up that bucket in the first place. But I couldn’t tell – I could barley tell who anyone was. Some people were wearing masks and soon I grew frustrated and returned to my room to change into another less – obvious costume. All while Damien and max texted me to make sure I was okay. They have been really sweet since homecoming. I was spending most- if not all of my time at Damiens penthouse since. Max frequently coming over to check on us.

I had just managed to zip up the cheerleader costume from Jennifer’s body when my phone dinged. I was about to just call the boys and tell them I was on my way down when a text from an Unknown number filled me with dread.

UNKNOWN: You girls all look like pretty dolls in a great big castle. But I want to remind you that I am still the queen! And the queen orders you to give Jackson your undying attention tonight until I demand you pull away.

Feeling bold and frankly, not in the mood, I typed back. ‘And if I don’t want to play your games?’

I was met with pictures. Candid shots of me and Professor Jefferson, it was undeniable what we were doing in his office. Something that was very against the rules of not only the school but he was Naomi’s father. The number texted back.

‘UNKNOWN: If you refuse the queen, I’ll let you choose who I send these too. Negan, Naomi or your parents. Imagine what they would do. Xoxoxo L’

I tossed my phone on the bed and ran my hands through my hair. Lux was the only one who knew about this affair. Was this cunt back? No she went missing, Makayla saw her after we kicked her ass in the woods get into a car. Where would she even go? After she went missing her family sold there house and moved away. Now this, well this was exactly a Lux thing to do. I sighed and looked at the pictures again. I had to play her game to keep this buried.

I sucked in a breath and headed downstairs. I spotted Jackson right away, he was tispy dancing with a few people and I strode confidently to him. I saw Damien and Max on either side of the ballroom eyeing my next move. The pictures swirled in my mind as I saw his newly dyed blonde hair, clinging with sweat to his forehead. His pirate costume charmingly jingling around as he danced with someone in a mask I didn’t recognize.

I knew there was one word I could say to get his attention off anyone else but me. “Puppy.” I called out to him. The way he turned towards me made my heart ache. His big brown eyes and goofy smilelooked just like his nickname and I held out my hands. “Dance with me?” Whichever girl was next to him tried to pull him towards her but it was no use. He took my hand and lead me to the dance floor.

“You think Damien would hook up with me tonight?” Tori whispered to you excited. Her arm was linked in yours as soon as Xavier stepped away. What was taking him so long? You tried to pull away but she just went to you closer. So you tuned her out instead looking around when you spotted Edward.

‘Son of a bitch!’ you thought. There was Edward dressed like Danny Zuko from grease, with Ali on his arm dressed as Sandy. You rolled your eyes after making eye contact with him your eyes rolling to Camila dressed as Cinderella, hanging onto Shawn who was dressed as Captain America. He was staring longingly at you. He motioned with his head for you to step away with him but you just looked away.

“Would you ever hook up with Damien?” You heard Tori ask and jerked your arm away confused.

“What?”

“Just a question.” She said blinking innocently. “How about a threesome?”

“Tori can you get me a drink?” You asked and her brown eyes widened.

“Yeah okay, what do you want?”

“The stronger the better.” You said and she nodded quickly weaving through the crowd. You quickly left the spot you were in in search for Xavier. You spotted him by Tatianna, both laughing and drinking. You wanted to be upset because your drink was in his hand but how could you? He was laughing with his best friend. Finally out of the big house and into freedom. You smiled as you walked toward him. A loud ding from your phone pissing you off and you took out your phoen to place it on silent seeing the familiar unknown number texting you.

UNKNOWN: You girls all look like pretty dolls in a great big castle. But I want to remind you that I am still the queen! And the queen orders you to kiss his friend. Any friend but it has to be one hes close to.’

You looked down at your phone annoyed. Quickly texting back ‘who the fuck are you?”

UNKNOWN: Doesn’t matter. I know who you are and you can refuse to do it. But then again….How will Xavier feel if he knew the woman he loved not only let him take the fall for the crime he spent 4 years behind bars for but also hooked up with the police officer that convicted him.’ Pictures of you and mark in his car flooded your phone so fast you quickly lowered your brightness in hope no one would see. ‘UNKNOWN: Play my game, and no one will know xoxo L.’

You stared at the L on the end of the text. L…Lux. She was the only one who knew about you and Mark. Was she back? No. You thought her dead. She had to be, draven beat her. You beat her. I beat her. But this person – whoever it was had proof.

You eyed Xavier, seeing now Robin and Billy approaching. His best friends. Your new targets if you were to play.

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covetyou · 2 months

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hey there, my bootyliking sweetie! I’m here to play a game of horny ‘WOULD YOU RATHER’ with you, BUT it comes with a little evil twist 😈

WOULD YOU RATHER:

fuck Joel, but he talks about his dead ex wife all the time and breaks down crying mid-fuck [though he will still make you cum]

fuck Dieter, but he’s silent and seems uninterested at all [except his dick is hard]

aly omg. this is deliciously evil.

realistically I don't think I could take anyone seriously if they cried and sobbed mid-fuck, sorry Joel, go fuck your therapist if that's what you need to do but that ain't me.

fucking someone who is totally uninterested but still hard? bb that's just like having a human sex toy to use, that sounds like perfection to me LET'S GO, come here Dieter.

#coveted asks #aly you have my whole ass heart

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hmslusitania · 2 years

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Sharing different heartbeats in one night

5x18 spec! Spoilers for the things we know or can guess accurately about 5x17 and 5x18

"Penny for your thoughts?" Eddie asks, handing Buck the beer he'd gotten from the bartender. Buck is leaning against one of the trees in the park, staring into the middle distance, and he doesn't look particularly anything. Not happy, not sad, not...

"A whole entire penny?" Buck asks, taking the bottle while the corner of his mouth twitches.

"Eh, I was rounding up," Eddie says and Buck knocks his shoulder into Eddie's in reprimand. "But seriously, you look very out of it."

"Oh, yeah, just thinking," Buck says. Eddie opens his mouth and Buck cuts him off with a quick, "I know, I know, always dangerous."

Eddie snorts and sips his beer, scanning the party. Hen and Karen are absolutely absorbed in each other on the dance floor, and near them, Maddie and Chim are having a tentative slow dance that doesn't quite match the tempo of the song, but it looks hopeful anyway. Near death experiences will do that, Eddie supposes. Bring people back together.

"Where's Taylor?" Eddie asks, forcing himself to sound neutral. Neutral is the best he's ever been able to get.

"We broke up," Buck says.

Eddie has to remind himself a few times that "congratulations" is not the appropriate response to someone ending their longest ever relationship.

The party continues late into the night. Hen and Karen leave for their second wedding night sometime around sunset, but the rest of their group stays to dance the night away. At some point, Eddie loses Chris to Toni and Clive's offer to take all three boys -- Denny, Chris, and Harry -- for a slumber party, and Eddie gets to stay and have fun. He dances with Maddie for a minute, and takes a turn with Athena while Bobby laughs, and with some of Karen's friends, and the entire time it weighs on him.

Buck is single now.

Buck is single. And Eddie is single. And Eddie's in love with him.

Not only is he in love with him, but he's doing well enough now that he can admit that to himself, he can hold that thought in his mind -- in his heart -- and it doesn't feel like a live wire anymore. It feels hot to the touch still, sure, but more like cupping a warm mug of coffee in his palms than something deadly.

And Buck is single.

And Eddie could tell him.

"Come dance," he says instead when he finds Buck sitting by himself at one of the tables. It's a relatively safe request, since it's a fast song, and Eddie's been dancing with a group of people that includes Chim, Ravi, May, and someone who might be in charge of the Mars Reconnaissance Orbiter.

"Yeah, alright," Buck says, and allows himself to be dragged to the dance floor.

There's a pervasive sense of joy that seeps through the whole reception. A happiness and acceptance and general wellness that settles in Eddie's bones. And yeah, he's still got some shit to work through, but he's doing so, so much better.

He could tell him.

They share an Uber home -- Taylor's keeping the apartment and Buck's been sleeping on her couch, so it makes good sense for him to just come home with Eddie -- and they're about to turn onto Eddie's street when he finally works up the courage.

"Buck--"

"I've been thinking--"

They both fall silent and do a shuffle of you go, no you go first that results in Buck going first.

"I've been thinking I need to try being single," Buck says and Eddie's stomach falls out through his ass while his heart jumps to his throat. "I -- I think the only time I've really been single, it wasn't my choice, right, because Abby left and then Ali broke up with me, and it definitely wasn't like it was something I chose and so I didn't want it and I didn't try to use it. But now, now it's like, I broke up with her, so I should try to embrace it, right, and I should, like, figure out how I can just be me. With-without trying to be a certain version of myself just to try and make someone else happy. I have to figure out how to be happy with myself. You know?"

"Yeah," Eddie says softly. Because it makes sense, it definitely makes sense, even if it takes that nascent shred of joy and courage that had been bubbling in Eddie's chest and smashes it like a bug on a windshield. "Yeah, that sounds like a healthy and mature decision to make."

Buck smiles, ducking his head in that bashful way he does.

The Uber stops at the foot of Eddie's driveway.

"What were you gonna say?" Buck asks while they slide out of the backseat and simultaneously fish for keys. Buck finds his first and lets them in to Eddie's house.

"Nah, nothing much," Eddie says. He swallows the lump in his throat and warms his hands on the cup of coffee in his head. It'll still be there, when Buck's ready. "Just that you can stay with us as long as you want."

#the ghost ship scribbles #9-1-1 #911fic #buddie #buddie fic #anti bucktaylor #cue season 6 Extreme Pining Era #911 season 5 speculation #911 spoilers

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imaginesandideas · 3 years

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the keys

Happy Sinday! 🥳 I’ve been teasing y’all about this one long enough, so here it is!!

summary: You’ve had a bad day, so you go to the one place on Crockett Island that feels like home...

word count: 3,5 k-ish ooof

WARNINGS: A LOT of emotions and some confessions, slightly philosophical and existential themes, mentions of death, grief and nightmares, but most of all, it’s NSFW (18+ only pls) and poetic filth (also remember to wrap it before you tap it my darlings!)

p.s: Hassan is a switch and I take no criticism 🤭

~~~~~

The day started off beautifully.

You keep reminiscing that goodbye kiss. His fingers were keen but reserved, as if he was stopping himself, or the both of you for that matter, because it was already 9am on Friday. There were things for you to get done before the weekend, meetings to attend, people to talk with… the regular.

“I- have- to- go-“ he purred into your lips with each intake of breath between rushed kisses.

“Me-too- sheriff-“ you responded back emphasizing the last word with a smirk.

You’re just as breathless as he is. Cause he makes you feel so many things, makes you smile even now when you think about that morning.

When he’s pulled back, a tired sigh escaped his lips.

“Wade is going to give me a lecture about being late again. And it’s all because of you, you know?”

And though he was making a tough guy face again, all serious and frowned, you couldn’t help but get lost in the softness of his warm, smooth gaze. So full of devotion that you wish you could shrink yourself sometimes.

But the day went on. And pretty quickly it isn’t just memories of him that cloud your mind...

Maybe it’s just one of these days, you think. Sometimes everything is too much, even the normal, repetitive tasks seem too hard to bear.

And so you end up walking yourself to the El Shabbaz home instead of your own earlier than usually, not really hoping that he’ll be there.

Well, you know for a fact that he’s at the school meeting, he’s been stressed about it all week, partially because he’s been having some problems with Ali lately. The boy is clearly going through some sort of a phase, normal at his age but still. It’s something new. For both of them. Especially after the loss of Ali’s beloved mother and Hassan’s soulmate…

The key feels even heavier your hand now than it did when he first gave it to you.

You didn’t get the whole idea at first, laughed it off, called him a party-killer to which he responded with a sincere „just in case”.

But underneath it all, you felt grateful. For the trust he’s given you, for the fact that he’s opened up to you enough to actually let you in. For the fact that he literally gave you a key to his life on the island forgotten by everyone.

Especially grateful, because today you feel like you have nowhere to go, despite having a house of your own nearby. And you crave the safety he provides you with.

The house is empty upon your arrival. Looking around you notice Ali’s backpack tossed in the corner, so you assume he must be busy catching the last breaths of freedom somewhere, before his dad comes home and grounds his ass for good after today’s parent-teacher meeting.

It feels natural to be surrounded by these walls by now. Wrapped in their familiar warmth, identical to the one Hassan carries with himself everyewhere he goes. In the firm but gentle way he walks, speaks, touches. With the attention and empathy he emanates.

But you aren’t a visitor here anymore, no, you know which way to go, and almost instantly, you head towards Hassan’s bedroom. It’s only fair since you’re seeking a temporary shelter of his presence. Even if he’s not physically there.

Once inside, you smile softly. There are some clothes scattered here and there, some already folded. At his nightstand, some trinkets, memories locked inside objects. You note that he borrowed that book you were talking so much about from the local library. Even started reading it. The thought itself makes your heart grow a little fonder.

Now, you don’t remember falling asleep but here you are, fully awake, fully clothed under a thick blanket that smells exactly like him. Α significant contrast to the feeling of cold sweat running down your back.

It was a nightmare, still alive in your head and heart. An irrational one really, a mess of horror, gore and running. The details already become a blur as you blink away the darkness that surrounds you. But maybe sometimes it’s better like this, to not remember.

When you pick up your phone it’s past 11pm already.

And at an instant, you hear him. Hear his footsteps on the squeaking wooden floors, his exhausted groans.

Then you hear him in the kitchen. The dishes as they’re being carefully put in the sink, most likely after he and Ali have had a late dinner.

You wonder if they prayed together before Ali went to sleep. There’s been some tension between them around this topic in the past few weeks, and you know just how much it affects Hassan as a father. It saddens him but he doesn’t want to fight his son, he wants to lift him up above everything else.

And then you hear something you haven’t heard before, a melody. It’s a quiet, hushed one, but nevertheless it’s sweet to your ears.

It never crossed your mind how his voice would sound if he sang, but hearing it makes him seem like a different person. The lyrics are foreign to you, maybe it’s not even English, you cannot tell from afar. But it’s so mellow, so smooth. Like you’re in a dream again, but this time it’s a good dream.

You close your eyes, wrapped in his smell, tone, his warmth.

His touch.

„Hey… oh love, you should’ve texted me, I wouldn’t make so much noise, wouldn’t wake you up.”

The man sat on the edge of his own bed is wrapping the covers slightly tighter around you, eyes wide and attentive, rough hands somehow even more careful. And he’s worried, you see it in the wrinkles around his eyes and on his forehead when the nightstand lamp finally illuminates his face.

„Hassan.” You sit up suddenly, arms hardly enveloping his broad frame. He smells like cigarette smoke and something peppery, like herbs he brews for a better sleep. The hairs from his beard scratch the top of your head briefly before he plants a prolonged kiss there. His embrace calms you down, it always does. And still, your voice trembles ever so slightly as you speak again, this time into his chest. „I just had a terrible day and thought I’d stop by. Wanted to wait for you but I think I fell asleep, and now you’re here.”

„Shhh, it’s alright, I know… I know how it feels…” He whispers with a pained sigh. Both of you inhale deeply in an almost meditative manner, and exhale nearly simultaneously. You chuckle at that and he smiles to himself.

„You used the key.”

He’s smiling even wider now, proud like a lion. You can’t see it, still glued to his chest, but you feel it in the way it puffs out with pride underneaths your fingertips, in the way his voice rings over your head.

Slowly, you crane your neck to look him in the eyes.

He’s so smug about it, with that damn smirk on his face.

„Yeah I did. And what about it?”

A dry chuckle.

„What about it? Well, a ‘thank you’ would be nice for starters?”

But your lips are at his first and he doesn’t mind, instead he plays along your little game. His hands are slowly becoming greedy as they glide over your sides, groping with each confirmatory moan that leaves your mouth.

Your fingers desperately try to reach his skin but it’s like his clothes purposefully stand in your way, effectively shielding him from you.

You want him out of that damn shirt, you want to rip it off and feel him instead.

Suddenly Hassan pulls away. Both of you pant as he warily turns around to peek at the door. Always a father. And it looks so hot on him, it makes you want him inside you even more.

„You drive me fucking insane.” He breathes out.

„I know.” Of course you’re teasing him, provoking the reaction you desire the most.

He knows, he’s smart and you’re more than aware of this. He could leave you right now and save his pride, but that same pride won’t let it slide just like that, not when he has you at his grasp. So close he can feel your heart beating nearly in the same rhytm as his.

Beautiful like a dream, with disheveled hair and heated skin.

And when he looks as you like this, you just know.

It takes you forever, even longer than that evening, hell, longer than that whole damned day. Cause it took hours on hours on hours of building each others’ trust. But it’s out at the speed of light and yet it seems like eternity almost.

„I think I love you.” You whisper.

Hassan stops breathing for a second or two, or so it appears. His mouth agape but you catch a glipse of sparkle in his eyes.

„You- think?!”

No, he doesn’t even give you a chance to add anything and instead knocks the air out of your lungs as he launches forward, locking lips with yours again. And this time it’s more fervent, moving down to your neck, teeth worshiping your skin with slow but violent markings.

And then, lower, but only when you nod at him in consent as you lay down. Right now you’d do anything just to make him go faster, just to cut your bated breath short.

Desperately, you grip the longer strands of hair atop his head and he hums into your freshly uncovered hip.

He keeps dreaming of your skin, have been ever since he’s touched you for the first time. And every time he gets a chance, like a starved man, he feasts. Feeds of the feel of your skin, off your touch. Mouth latches onto the flesh of your thighs, and he nips and sucks, leaves a trail of kisses down your legs while removing the oh-so irritating pieces of clothing along the way. When he sits up again it’s only so he can quickly get out of his own clothes completely.

And to admire you. Your perfectly carved form reflecting in his eyes.

And you too cannot help but just stare, in complete awe of him, of the things he does to your head.

Brows furrowed in an alluring way. Mouth curling into a smirk when your eyes descend over his heaving abdomen. Eyes so dark you could swim in their night abyss.

“Stop staring, or I won’t be able to stop myself any longer.”

His voice is almost authoritative now and you straighten your leg in an attempt to reach him somehow.

“Then don’t.” You tease. And it’s already too late to turn back.

Hassan shoots you a scolding look and you groan, helpless as ever. He’s about to ravish you whole, even if he keeps acting that he’s taking his sweet time with you.

In no time he crawls in between your parted legs.

“Hassan! Oh-”

You’re trapped, a moaning mess trying to shimmy away and out of the reach of his puffed lips and thick tongue, the sharp scratches of his soft beard on your delicate skin. It’s like his face was sculpted to please. To please you. Now he just wants to hear a whine, a cry. A plea.

Hassan wants you on the edge, begging, praising him.

He needs to see you break right in front of him for mere moments that feel like a whole eternity. An eternity within and with you.

„Please…”

It’s an unspoken confirmation. He earned it.

He’s doing a fucking good job.

And you just look so spent and ethereal when he looks up at you from beneath a thick line of his eyelashes…

Yet again, he climbs up, stopping at your sternum to place another loving kiss there before he glances at your elated face. When he raises on his stretched arms, you don’t even have to beg again.

Your whole body tenses for a second or two, eyes wide open as he enters you steadily.

He’s thick and veiny. Fucking delightful to say the least. You’ve been with Hassan plenty of times, on numerous occassions, but each time it’s bliss. And each time it makes the air stop in your lungs.

Your brain is filled to the brim with chants of his name, clouded with pleasure, till it leaves your body with tears gathering in the corners of your eyes.

“Oh God- Hassan-“

He, on the other hand, is feeling ecstatic, as he pants like an ancient idol in raging fury. Skin glowing with sweat and whole body rhythmically shaking and tensing at the same time, with each calculated thrust.

“Come on sugar.”

Yet again he finds himself lost in you. The entirely of you. Surrounded by your tightening walls and soft pieces of sentences, moaned repeatedly into the air. They’re being pulled out of you with the sheet force of his hips snapping into yours, and his chest grows with pride.

„Baby- oh Hassan, p-please”

The sheer thought of filling you makes him feral. Gripping your hips the man speeds up, following your moans and gasps, screams silenced with the force of your teeth biting into your lips.

He wants to worship you, please you forever, he thinks then. Had been thinking about it even before he’s given you the key.

It was so easy to fall for you and it still blows his mind.

Suddenly you gasp and he catches it last minute. Cause every time he can, he does everything in his power to watch you at the gates of your bliss. He drinks it with his dark, hungry eyes. The way you squirm, how you pant and moan, how your body shakes involuntarily. He sees that light in your eyes and comes too, with a shudder and a line of deep, throaty moans that make your walls twitch again.

“Oh fuck.”

You feel everything and nothing all the same. You’re not even sure who said it first, maybe you just repeated it in your head, or maybe you both did between the rapidly taken breaths.

When he pulls out you miss his closeness already. The pleasure is just one part of it all really, cause you miss that intimacy, that weave you create together. As if words, languages can’t bind you two enough, as if there is more.

Sometimes in your conversations Hassan mentions fate, how it affects our lives whether we believe in some sort of god or not. He says that some things are inevitable, like change or loss. Like grief.

Same goes with people. They come into our lives for different reasons. Some of them are destined to change our lives, some are destined to teach us. About loss, forgiveness, patience, joy. And all of them, all of these relationships will be interwoven into the fabric of our being. Deep down you wonder if he tells you that on purpose, because he believes that something just like that led you to each other.

That afterthought keeps coming back to you whenever you’re together. Even now, as the mattress dips under his weight by your side, and you feel like maybe all of it, the lows and the ups, were meant to led you both here.

And maybe you do want him to remember what you impulsively uttered, right before your bodies became one yet again…

“I’m glad I gave you that key.”

He exclaims out of blue, pulling you out of your thoughts. And smiles right in your face, all smug like the sun itself, like he was right all along. And most likely, he was. He always fucking is.

You snort half-slyly.

“Of course you’re glad. I warmed your sheets for free. You’re welcome.”

“Free? Come on, I paid you back with all the interest.” He frowns first, but sighs right after when he notices that you’re trying to stifle a laugh at his genuine offence.

He cups your jaw in his rough hands then, and you inch closer instantly taking the opportunity to climb on top of him.

You’re always so damn difficult, but that’s fine. Nothing he cannot handle.

Though it doesn’t help that you look so beautiful in the soft light cast by his nightstand lamp... Maybe they still have them at that one store from the mainland. He should probably buy another one now, for symmetry’s sake. And for you too.

Cause he could watch you all day in this damn light. Your illuminated skin feels soft underneath his fingertips, curves defined by time and the way you’re positioned. Sat on top of him, like a sculpture just for him to admire. Like he got the best seat at a venue.

He never admitted it out loud but when you’re above him... it actually might be his favourite place to be. It makes him hard all over again, but there’s still time for that.

In moments like these he wishes he could grasp you whole, make himself bigger just so he could embrace you completely, hide your sensibility from the cruel world you were both born into. He’s been through a lot in his life, and he knows you can handle just as much, but still he’d do anything and more to protect both Ali and you.

Your more delicate fingers are a big contrast to his rather sturdy facial features when your hands reach to caress his face.

In your eyes, he looks regal, skin and hair are like peppered with threads of time and experience. He laughs when you tell him that he’s like „fine wine”. Mainly cause it’s cheesy, and he doesn’t really believe it most of the time. But you know the smile that comes after you say it.

He’s… happy with you. You make him feel better about life and himself, even if he didn’t admit it to you yet.

Feeling goosebumps on your skin when he draws mindless shapes on your back he decides to try his luck.

“Did you really mean it?”

Like a thunder, it rips through your spine. He heard your hushed confession. He remembered it.

“What do you mean?”

Play dumb, your mind prompts you. But really you just want him to say it back. So you know everything he’s done for you, everything he’s ever whispered into your hair, into your brain, was real. That you didn’t dream it.

With a long inhale beforehand, he speaks in a low tone.

„That you love me.”

The reality is simple as it is. Both of you crave confirmation, an assurance. That none of this is going away, that the other is just as much in love.

For Hassan it’s harder to admit out loud. His thoughts are often dark, he’s already experienced love and loss, he feels grief everyday. And he didn’t expect happiness again. In reality, he’s been mentally preparing himself for a lonesome and grim aging full of regret.

And yet, life slowly becomes brighter with you. It gets easier each day and there’s no denying of that. He wants you in his life.

You whisper back shakily.

„Yeah. I do.”

His lips curl into a small smile. A smirk almost.

„You just want a gratuitous fuck every once in a while, that’s what it is.”

This old fucking bastard. You’re ready to stand up but he sits up and locks you in place, with his arms intertwined behind your back.

„Hey, hey! Look at me! I was- well... trying to be funny like you. And besides, you know I would never mind even if you did. Especially since you always come for me so beautifully.”

You groan looking away, only it’s very difficult when he starts assaulting your chest with those plump lips of his. Kicking yourself mentally for the moan that just left your throat on its own (to his clear satisfaction), you give in and lock your gaze with his once more.

And it’s like seeing affection personified. Even his brows, with that bloody hot cut going through one of them, look apologetic and soft. Only for you.

“I know I’m no fun most of the time, but that’s why I’ve got you.” He speaks slightly louder now, in his signature honey dipped tone that makes your thighs tremble. In fact he has a firm grip on them right now, relishing every little reaction of your body to his words. Feeling what’s invisible to the naked eye.

“And I want you to know, that I think…” A deep breath and he looks into your eyes again. “I love you too.”

You eyes well up, but so do his. Fingers tearing through the dense forest of his beard, you cup his jaw and lean forward slowly. The kiss itself is like a stamp now, like your signatures combined. An oath signed by your pledges.

Suddenly he pulls away and both of you groan in dismay.

„Okay no crying on my watch.” His fingers swiftly gather the tears that alredy started reaching your cheeks.

Next, you feel him shift underneath you, like he’s getting impatient.

Truthfully speaking he is, and so are you. He’s been on your mind almost all day, and now you know that the feelings have been mutual all along.

As you shift over his lap, Hassan growls.

„You want me again?”

You decide that you love it when he speaks to you in this tone. Authority dripping like lliquor. Savory and sweet. Sharpened by cigarette smoke and peppermint. And yet, rich as milk.

„I always do.” His cock twitches between your legs at your response. When you move over him, positioning yourself on your knees, spreading yourself open, right above the already swollen head, he swallows with a clear bob of his Adam’s apple. „But this time - it’s my treat.”

~~~~~

#hassan el shabbaz #sheriff hassan #sheriff hassan x reader #hassan el shabbaz x reader #midnight mass imagine #midnight mass fic #midnight mass fanfiction #midnight mass smut #im honestly in shambles so please bear with me here 🤧#FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME IN THIS HOUSEHOLD!!#full fic #my fics

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itsclydebitches · 3 years

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"We are marble buddies." First, it's heart warming, then it's tear enducing and then it's heaping helping of 'Oh, you mother fucker.'. That episode of Squid Game hit me hard and got even harder with each episode after.

Right? And it gets even worse the more you think about it. Knowing of Il-nam's betrayal colors so much of the story for me.

Gi-hun greets him by making small talk about how he's the first one to arrive, 001, when in reality Il-nam never arrived at all. He was always there. He was never drugged, manhandled, undressed by a bunch of strangers. Il-nam took off his fancy suit upstairs and donned the sweats like a costume, playing the part of another frail, terrified kidnapee.

When the games start and the Red Light, Green Light massacre has just ended, II-nam is the only one who moves during the next round, grinning all the while.

Because he already knows what's going on! And he knows he's not in any actual danger! This guy isn't going to risk getting shot during his "I'm poor and have to play death games to get by" make believe session. No way it's not rigged to ensure his safety, so off he pops, smiling at his own fun. (Which, you know, obliterates the Front Man's claim that this is all about fairness, how dare you learn the game ahead of your peers, Doctor, that's cheating. When, you know, there's a real cheater in their midst the whole while.) I suspect that's also why Mi-nyeo gets to sit out the marbles game: all the orchestrators likely assumed that Il-nam would be the odd one out, since no one wants to pair with an old man, so they built in an excuse for his survival, but instead end up giving that to Mi-nyeo when Gi-hun makes his unexpected offer. But at the time of Red Light, Green Light, the viewer brushes this behavior off with the assumption that, since he's terminally ill, he's just fearless.

Which generates the expectation that he'll continue the games because he has nothing left to lose, in turn creating a feeling of real love for him when he "saves" everyone by choosing the X. When in reality, he chose to be 001. He chose to have everyone vote in reverse order. Sure, it was always possible that there'd be a huge sway for or against the games, rendering his final vote useless, but with the 50/50 split things are as they "should" be, with him pulling the strings. Let's remind everyone of the hardships they're enduring outside so that they consciously want to come back and risk their lives.

And then he runs into Gi-hun! "Runs into" with, like, the biggest scare quotes imaginable. He was in the neighborhood, my ass. We know he doesn't need to bunk down with a friend. We know that this organization is stalking every player (keeping an eye on the 7% that didn't come back, Gi-hun's final phone call telling him to get on the plane, etc.) II-nam orchestrated this "run in" so he could build his relationship with Gi-hun, fucking with him all the while. Yeah, I'll have some of the alcohol you can barely afford. In turn you can have some of this uncooked ramen that meant nothing for me to buy. We're both just poor, struggling fellows, right?

(Compare all this to Sang-woo who, yeah, turns ruthless by the end, but before that was actually compassionate in everyday matters. He lets Ali borrow his phone, buys him food, and gives him bus fare, all without any expectation that he'll be paid back. It's only when the game pits them against each other that he tries to leverage that kindness to save himself.)

From then on, Gi-hun and II-nam have a number of heart-to-hearts that, upon reflection, just read as more manipulation. Gi-hun has a horrifying flashback and admits that he was involved in a deadly strike, which II-nam comforts him over. Yet not only is this another moment of the elite just playing at understanding, but he's playing at surprise too. There are detailed records of every player's life, including the past choices that helped lead them to this level of debt. Gi-hun's firing is absolutely a part of that and no way does II-nam not know. He's just taking advantage of Gi-hun's trust. What particularly fascinates me though is how he plays up his illness. I'm not sure whether he could have faked the fever (perhaps something in the food, if he really wanted to go that route?) and he is legitimately sick, but everything else carries the implication that he's playing the cancer up for his own use. It's too much of a coincidence that he forgets his name right when Gi-hun asks for it in front of a crowd, especially when this is an organization so obsessed with anonymity that you're shot the moment you lose your mask. No way that, for a man who's real game is torturing these people, he coincidentally loses his memory right when Gi-hun needs him to play, causing intense terror that they'll both be killed. He just happens to find one marble left, inducing more horror that Gi-hun could still lose. He just happens to regain his faculties long enough to accuse Gi-hun, then "sacrifice" himself, all while giving an emotional goodbye that will haunt him for the next year, only to then reveal his duplicity. It brings everything II-nam does into question. Did he actually wet himself? Or did he find some of the extra water and dump it on his pants? As someone whose father has a brain tumor and has seen every one of these symptoms, they're all depicted in a way that's very convincing... but Il-nam's true identity makes me suspicious of it all.

The real kicker for me though is that we have no reason to doubt Il-nam's claims about his past. Gi-hun makes a point of asking if that's really his name, if what he said was really true, and we're reassured that it was. Il-nam seems to have been truthful about everything he said... he just didn't say a lot. Which means that (if we trust the story's lack of proof that this isn't true) he really did grow up in a neighborhood just like Gi-hun's. He really did watch his son after a long day at work. At some point, prior to becoming the wealthy powerhouse determined to entertain himself and others, Il-nam was someone whose situation looked a lot like the players'... and that personal experience didn't create a shred of empathy in him. He got out and began exploiting his former community, not helping it, and since then he's actively encouraged others (like the detective's brother) to do the same. It's all so horrible.

I actually ended up calling the twist ahead of time. I knew for sure once we saw the Host reaching for his mask and I recognized Il-nam's hands. But I wasn't sure when I reassured my mom that, despite the clearly horrific nature of this show, there was so much good and hope too. Don't worry! It may be depressing in many respects, but it's so heartwarming to see these bonds forming; people helping one another get through such tragedy. There's one relationship in particular that's just the sweetest. You'll love watching that!

An episode later when everything marbles happens and I'm sure of Il-nam's duplicity:

#squid game #squid game spoilers #mymetas

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toorusluvr · 3 years

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ADRENALINE: KAGEYAMA TOBIO.

characters: kageyama tobio x f!reader

cw: angry sex + unprotected + vaginal penetration + hair pulling/grabbing + slight degradation + missionary + kageyama blowing your back out uh + oral (f! receiving) + c*wgirl position um.

wc: 3.1k

crossposted on my ao3 🤍

The sound of the buzzer surprised you when you snapped out of your thoughts and came back to reality. The match had just ended with Sao Paolo 4 - Ali Roma 3. You watched your boyfriend's team shaking hands with their opponents. The look that was plastered across your boyfriend's face, the infamous Kageyama Tobio, was evident, at least to you, that he was frustrated over their loss.

His face was red, and his body ran hot. Kageyama stepped out of the court and gulped down his mineral water. The plastic bottle was scrunched up by his massive hands before being thrown in the garbage bin near the bench. He sat on the bench while their coach gave them some honest feedback from the match. Kageyama tried to calm himself down, but he just couldn't. It's an important match, and sadly, they lost.

You knew when he's mad, you wouldn't even dare to go and comfort him because he told you before that he dislikes being comforted when he's angry. He's afraid of hurting you with the words he didn't mean to say. What you did was, went straight to your shared apartment and prepared a comforting dinner for him. He must have been starving after running around the court all day.

The door clicked open from the outside, and you immediately woke up from your quick nap. You have fallen asleep on the couch after cooking for Kageyama. His eyes landed on you, who was rubbing your eyes. "You're home", he heard you said with a groggy voice. Kageyama looked at you with an annoyed expression. It was obvious. Somehow you got scared by how angry he looks sometimes.

"Tobio", you breathed out when he threw himself onto you. He pushed your back all the way against the couch. His thighs were residing on either side of your body, caging your body with his muscular built. Kageyama's hand touched your face lovingly before lifting your chin in a forced manner.

"Look at me, baby," he said. You did not dare to make any eye contact with him. Perhaps, you were scared. He would be scared if he were in your shoes too. Kageyama lightly slapped your face, "I said, look at me, slut."

You hesitantly looked at your boyfriend in the eyes. He flashed you a cocky smirk when you finally looked at him in the eyes. Your heart was about to jump out of your chest when you locked eyes with Kageyama. His presence was like a different person.

"I want you all to myself tonight. Understood? I don't care if you're tired or anything. Just take it all like a good fucktoy you've always been, alright? Hm, baby?" he needed to lash out his frustration on someone, and you're his little cocksleeve. You need to oblige him nevertheless.

You mustered your courage to nod your head. At last, you nodded your head slowly. Obliging your boyfriend's request to please him. Your throat felt dry, and it hurt when you know what is about happen. It's not like you disapprove of it, but angry sex with Kageyama will always leave your legs bruising the following day. Has it always been a good time? Yes.

Kageyama's lips hungrily kissed yours. His hands could not stay still to his sides, always needing to touch you on any parts of your precious body. His fingers reaching for the buttons of your pyjamas as he sucked on your sensitive skin. A soft moan escaped your lips when he nibbled on the same spot over and over again.

He threw your pyjamas top aside. Only leaving your upper body naked without a single thread. The cold air made your nipples turned perkier than your boyfriend's doing. What more when Kageyama twirled his fingers around them teasingly. The back of your head hitting the soft cushion of the couch as you tried to breathe normally. Heavy breaths started to fill the silent living room when your boyfriend continued licking and sucking on your sensitive nipples.

Kageyama held you by the waist as he latched his lips on your nipples, taking one of your nipples in his hungry mouth. His warm tongue twirling around your nipple as his free hand fondling your other breast — massaging them with a firm squeeze. Soft whimpers coming from you sounded so fucking beautiful in his ears. Writhing and begging him to give you more and more.

"Tobio," you breathed shakily when he left a trail of wet kisses along your lower body before tugging on the waistband of the bottom of your pyjama. His hands removed your bottom off of your legs quickly. You shut your eyes closed as you felt his hands rubbing on your bare thighs. You could feel every inch of his fingers against your skin.

Kageyama's eyes landed on the wet spot forming on the material of your panties. "Always so needy for me, aren't you?" he clicked his tongue. His fingers rubbing your clothed cunt for more friction. A soft whimper elicited from your mouth as he rubbed your core teasingly. Kageyama got impatient and slid off your drenched underwear and tossed it aside.

You are now naked, body on display for him. His gaze was filled with lust and anger. Kageyama harshly laid you on the couch. His massive hands spreading your legs apart so he could have a better view of your wet cunt. Your pussy glistening with arousal slick, and you looked cute trying to cover yourself.

He kissed your inner thighs before his lips sucking on your skin to leave hickeys. It's like a work of art, and Kageyama has always been proud of the marks he leaves on you. It feels like he owns you as his property. No one else gets to have you except him. He's not obsessive. He just likes to claim what is his. And your pussy? It was never yours. It's his.

You felt his minty breath fanning over your core. A shiver ran down your spine when you felt his warm tongue lay on the entrance of your core. The tip of his tongue gliding up and down your drenched pussy. Your eyes rolled back as you felt your orgasm building up. "T-tobio," you whimpered once you felt he got too close to your clit. Your fingers in his soft black hair tugging on it lightly to hold yourself back.

Kageyama chuckled when he watched you throwing your head back. "Fuck, baby. You look so pretty moaning my name like this. Moan, my name louder, baby," he said breathily. The tip of his tongue circling on your clit before sucking on it gently.

You watched Kageyama savouring your taste, his tongue lolling while sucking your pussy as he eyed you from below. It's such a pleasant view. "Oh- god", you let out a loud moan as you felt the tight knot in your lower core crashing. "T-tobio, please. Please make me cum" you pleaded. Your grip on his hair loosened as you tried to grind your pussy against his face. "Please, please, please", you writhed.

Kageyama watched your chest rose up and down, indicating your orgasm was near. He would never let you come on the first try. He moved his face away from your pussy, and he harshly took your chin in his hand. "Turn around for me, slut. I am far from being done with you," he gritted through his teeth. You obeyed his order and turned around to get on all fours for him.

He gave your ass a powerful spank that left a red handprint on your ass cheek. You winced in pain as your body jolted forward due to the powerful impact. Kageyama used two of his fingers to collect your wet juices. The squelch noise made you wanted to hide your face in embarrassment. He collected your wet juices on his fingers before inserting them down your throat. "Suck your juice, baby. Taste how fucking good you are."

You sucked on his slender fingers until they are clean. Kageyama scoffed before he rubbed on your clit in a circular motion. Your body wriggled even though his strong hands kept you to stay still. He got annoyed at how you couldn't stay still for him, and you earned another spank from him. "Can't you fucking stay still for once?" he jeered.

"I can't", you replied while struggling to catch another breath. "Feels too g-good", you whimpered as your hands clutching on the couch.

Kageyama turned your whole body over without even letting you come. You felt empty when he removed his fingers from your aching cunt. "N-no," you murmured under your breath. Not a second after, Kageyama hovered on top of you. He grabbed you by the waist and carried you to your shared bedroom without saying anything.

The door to your bedroom was pushed from outside by Kageyama. He then threw you on the bed. You felt the bed dipped with his weight when he hovered on top of you while taking off the white tee he was wearing. He extended his arms on either side of your body and inched his face closer to yours. His eyes scanning your naked body being displayed underneath him.

You could feel your face turning warmer as adrenaline coursed through your veins. Your eyes trailing your boyfriend's movements in silence. Kageyama then rubbed his palms against the inner of your thighs once again. His fingers collecting your dripping wet juices before licking them clean off of his slender fingers. You shut your eyes closed as your fingers clutching onto the bedsheet.

Kageyama spread your legs wider so he could bury his face in between your legs. He glanced over you from below and saw how you were whimpering quietly made him wanted to give you more than you deserved tonight. The tip of his tongue rolling on your slick folds. He felt your body moved, but he held your thighs wide open to prevent you from moving. Kageyama sucked on your juices, alternately licking your folds and using his fingers to pleasure you.

When you felt his thumb reaching for your clit and started to rub slow circles on it, you let out another sinful moan. Your back arched lewdly against the soft mattress. Your knuckles had turned white from clutching onto the bedsheet. "Tobio," you mumbled quietly. Drools forming on the corner of your lips, and your mouth felt dry. "Please", you begged.

"Please what, baby? Say your words" he made a snarky remark.

"Please fuck me already," you spat out in frustration. You then realised what you said may have sounded differently to Kageyama. You heard he clicked his tongue before he flipped your body over. Your face now buried in the soft mattress below you. Kageyama pulled your legs towards him. He gave your naked ass a harsh slap before pulling your hair. He leaned closer to your ears, "Then beg."

You shut your eyes closed as your breath hitched. "Please, Tobio. I want your cock inside me," you pleaded. Your hair was still pulled by his hand. He let go of your hair. Kageyama placed his hand on your waist. And with a sharp thrust, he slid his cock inside of your pussy. You gasped when you felt the stretch burnt. Kageyama's breath became staggered when he felt your tight walls clamped around his throbbing cock.

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath when your pussy swallowed his cock all the way to the shaft. "Your pussy is taking my cock well," he snickered. He gave your cheek another powerful smack before he thrust into you harshly. His hips slammed onto yours. The grips on your waists were hurting you a little. But the pain did not matter at the moment as you wanted to cum on your boyfriend's cock so badly.

You let out a deep moan with your head being buried in the bedsheet. Kageyama pinned your head down as he relentlessly fucking your pussy. He slightly threw his head back when he felt so close to coming inside you. He had to hold himself back from coming too fast. Kageyama grunted softly as he pulled your hair back. He pulled your chin closer to give you open-mouthed kisses, while his hand grabbing your hair. Your tongues twirled around each other as both of you moaned into each other's mouths.

He broke the kiss and pinned your head down on the mattress again—both of his hands grabbing on your waists as his hips slamming onto yours harder than before. You felt the familiar coil forming in your stomach. "Tobio," your pleas were muffled against the bedsheet. Kageyama then brought pulled your hair again and made you faced the headboard while he's rearranging your guts.

Moans and pleas came out of your pretty little mouth. Drools in the corner of your lips as your jaw was left wide open the entire time. You sniffled back your tears, "Please, please, I'm coming, Tobio!"

Kageyama let out a deep groan as he felt your walls clenched around his cock. The tip of his cock hitting your cervix — your orgasm approaching closer as he continued fucking your sloppy pussy. He heard you let out a shriek as he gave the final thrust before your orgasm washed all over you. Your face planted on the mattress as you tried to regain your breath. Kageyama then came right after you — spilling his cum inside of you.

He collapsed beside you. Kageyama brought your body closer to his and gave you kisses on your forehead. There was a comfortable silence in your shared bedroom for a moment. "I know you can do it for me once again. Come on, baby," he said.

You got on top of him and locked eyes with him for a second. Kageyama then bucked his hips for you to slide his cock inside of your dripping pussy. Your mouth slightly parted when his cock stretching your walls once again. He let out a soft groan when your pussy swallowed him as a whole. His hands on your waist, carefully guiding you to ride his cock.

Kageyama eyed your beautiful face — your hair sticking on your forehead because of the sweats. Your pelvis moving on its own even though you were struggling to take his cock. Your boyfriend let out a chuckle when he saw you struggling. "Cute," he murmured under his breath. "A pathetic whore," he slipped out. You then got on your feet while crouching on top of him.

He watched your tits bouncing as you rode his cock. Your hands on his toned chest while riding his cock. When you felt the familiar knot forming in your lower core, you let out another moan as you threw your head back. The pleasure was different tonight. Kageyama removed the strands of hair that fell on your face. He groaned softly when he felt his cock twitched inside of you. Both of you were so near to coming for the second time tonight.

"Mmm, I'm coming" you bit your lower lip. Your pace became quicker while chasing your orgasm eagerly. "H-ahh... Tobio," you moaned your boyfriend's name for the nth times. Kageyama rolled his index and thumb around your perky nipples. You felt another tear dropped on your face while your high approaching faster. Whimpers and soft grunts filling your shared bedroom.

"Come for me, baby," Kageyama let out a deep groan. He threw his head back against the mattress when he felt so close. You nodded eagerly — your finger playing with your clit to stimulate your orgasm faster. Both of your legs were trembling, and when your orgasm crashed, you let out a deep moan before collapsing onto your boyfriend's body.

You felt cum dripping on your thighs. Laying on top of Kageyama, you breathed heavily to gain your composure back again. He caressed your head with so much care. "Do you want to do it again?" you heard him asked. You groaned slightly before facing him.

"What? Didn't I tell you I won't stop even if you are tired?" he raised his eyebrows at you.

Ah, of course, he remembers that. "Fine," he heard you said. Kageyama smirked before he got you off of him.

This time, he fucked you in missionary. Kageyama pulled your body closer to his while his right hand squeezing your throat. With a shaky breath, he glanced over to where his cock was drilling in and out of your sensitive pussy. The clear white string coating his cock and your pussy, eventually making a mess on the clean bedsheet.

Your hips bucked as you were struggling to keep your eyes open to look at your ethereal boyfriend. "Fuck, Tobio. It-it's too much," you mewled.

Kageyama could feel the strong grips from you. His hips slamming onto yours harder as he felt so close to coming once again tonight. The stretchy feels of your walls kept drawing him in — clouding his mind from any rational thoughts. He just wanted to fill your cunt full with his seeds.

The soft sound of your cries echoed together with the sound of his balls smacking your ass in your silent bedroom. You clawed on his toned biceps as you rolled your eyes back. "Tobio, right there!" you choked.

Your boyfriend let out a pleased hum. His left hand playing with your sensitive nipples before latching his lips on it. He gently nipped on your nipples and sucking on them with soft grunts coming out of his mouth.

Your chest rose heavier, and your moans became broken when you felt your climax approaching. "Please, Tobio," you cried.

Kageyama picked up his pace before folding your legs in half. His cock buried deeper in your pussy — the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot over and over again. He heard you mumbled incoherently while begging to come with his permission.

He thrust harder into you when you let out a sudden scream. "Fuck," you sniffled. Your mind was clouded with lust as you tried to recall what happened after coming down from your high.

Kageyama let out a deep groan when he painted your insides again. His cum trickling down your thighs before he pulled out his cock. "Hm, that was amazing," he planted a soft kiss on your lips.

You smiled when Kageyama peppered your face with soft kisses. "No, I'm not done yet," you heard him said.

How many times did you come tonight? You have lost count. The next thing you knew was, you had to get a day off from work the next day. You were limping for the entire day. Kageyama still took care of you, though.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu!! smut #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama tobio #kageyama x reader #kageyama smut

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authenticmiya · 3 years

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Hey, how are you ?!!

I love your imagines !!

I was wondering if you could do one with Johnny Lawrence of 84!

It's a suggestion 🥺

He had a secret crush on Tommy's best friend, Y / N, so he wanted to talk to her, but was afraid he just ended his relationship with Alli. And he knew that she didn't want a relationship now, due to the various traumas that occurred, so much so that the day comes that he decides to tell his feelings!

🥺🥺😘

My Girl - Johnny Lawrence x Reader

Summary - Reader and Tommy have been best friends since they could remember. Alongside Tommy, came the Cobra Kai’s. Meaning a certain blonde hair, blue eyed karate student, had his eyes on you.

Words - 2.1k

Warnings - mentions of toxic past relationships, fluff, angst.

A/N - I’m great Thankyou, how are you? Thankyou so much for sending in your suggestion! Anyone can feel free to send in any requests!

To everyone else, you were one of the prettiest girls in school. Curvy, honest, caring, nurturing. You weren't the typical 'popular girl' who'd turn her nose up at other groups of students, and that's why you were so loved.

You lived at home alongside your older sister. Your parents tended to business all over the country, meaning it was usually just the two of you. The two of you were very close, and supported each-other through everything, just like how you and your best friend, Tommy.

"So tell me again why you didn't want to go to the beach tonight? All of your Cobra Kai's are there." Y/S/N plopped herself next to you on the couch.

"Can't I enjoy a peaceful night in with my sister?" You smirked and she rolled her eyes.

"Okay fine, Ali's there." You groaned.

"So what? She's your best friend Y/N?"

"No she was my best friend, she's been talking shit about the Cobra's - even Tommy. I get that her and Johnny aren't together anymore, but I've gotta look out for my boys." You admitted, throwing popcorn into your mouth.

"Your boys? You mean Johnny is your boy? The guy has had the hots for you since you were ten." She stated and now it was your turn to roll your eyes.

"Then why did he date Ali?" You questioned.

"Oh baby sister, you have so much to learn. It's obvious that he wasn't going to ask you out before her. You'd just come out of a sticky relationship." You shivered at the thought of your past.

"I get you were young and in love with that jackass, but just because you were young, doesn't mean he had the right to hit you left, right and centre." Maybe she was right, you hadn't really let your guard down with anybody after that.

"Let's not bring that up please." You told her.

"The only thing stopping you two from growing old together, is the fact that Tommy is practically like your big brother. He'd flip a table." Your sister grinned. Speaking of Cobra's, you heard some motorcycles pull up outside your house.

"Snakes in three, two, one." Your sister counted down and then your door knocked.

"Your hair looks a mess." You admitted to Tommy, ruffling up his hair as he walked into your home.

"Honesty is the best policy Y/L/N." Bobby laughed.

"What the hell happened to you?" You questioned Johnny, noticing how flustered and sad he looked.

"Lover boy had his first dosage of heartbreak tonight at the beach." Bobby called out to you from the kitchen.

"Yeah nice one man, thanks!" Johnny said sarcastically, making his way through your house. You shot your sister a confused look, and she just shrugged her shoulders.

"Tommy, your ass better not be eating my leftover pizza!" Your sister shouted and that's exactly what he was doing.

"I appreciate that I'm not having to fix any of your faces tonight guys, but what exactly do you want?" You asked them, grabbing some lemonade from the fridge.

"Well sweet-heart, there's a new kid on the block, Daniel Larusso. He was flirting with Ali." Tommy stole your drink from your hand.

"And how do you feel about that?" You asked Johnny.

"She wouldn't talk to me, so I broke her radio and gave him a seek in assist the old fashioned way." Johnny admitted.

"I take it he's not as good at Karate as you then Johnny?" You joked, trying to make light of the conversation.

"The sexual tension in this room is making me gag." Your sister shoved passed you and grabbed a drink from the refrigerator.

"You're delusional." You muttered.

"I'm sure you'll be lucky with Larusso if you haven't already made a pass at Johnny." Bobby joked, but none of you laughed.

"Like hell man, watch your damn mouth." Johnny snapped.

"Dude seriously?" Tommy glared at him.

"I was joking, come on guys." Bobby tried to defend himself and you all ignored him.

"Quit being mean so Bobby, he just wanted to be apart of the comedian club." You snickered, making everybody burst into laughter.

"I take it you guys are staying the night?" Your sister asked them all.

"It's an annual thing, so if you don't mind?" Tommy smiled.

"Dude, the three of you have sleepovers everyday of the week. It's a fucking daily thing at this rate." Your sister laughed, heading up the stairs to sort the sleeping arrangements out.

Once the beds were ready to go, everyone seemed fairly tired and headed upstairs.

"Y/N wait-" Johnny stopped you from outside your room. Unbeknownst to him that his two friends, and your sister were eavesdropping.

"Can I please talk to you? I kinda need a girl's help, and well you get Tommy through a lot of shit.." He began to rant and you stopped him.

"Calm down Johnny, let's talk." You ushered him into your room, and he laid on your bed, leaning against the bed frame.

"I didn't really know how to say it front of everyone, but you know what a breakup is like. How'd you get over it?" Johnny sighed and you frowned.

"I don't think I ever really got over it because of what he did to me. I'd like to have said I turned into some badass overnight but I didn't. It takes time, and the two of you only broke up a couple of weeks ago. The whole situation is still raw and you have to allow yourself time to heal." You admitted to him.

He couldn't help but stare at you, take in all of your perfections as you we're giving him advice.

"Young love is a load of ass Y/N. She didn't even care about what I had to say tonight." Johnny frowned and it really did look like he was about to cry.

"Jokes on her Johnny, because any girl should be blessed to have you." You smiled, making his stomach erupt into a million butterflies.

"I really appreciate that." He whispered, slowly leaning in, but you leaned back.

"I'm so sorry if you thought that's where I was going with this Johnny, I don't think either of us are ready for that just yet." You coughed out, not really sure how to deal with it.

"No I'm sorry Y/N, I shouldn't have done that. Shit." Johnny was quick to scramble out of your room, and it took you a few moments to comprehend the situation.

Chasing after him and staying in your room were your thoughts for the night. You knew he'd probably be embarrassed, so you didn't wanna push that any further. But he wanted to kiss you. Was that because he wanted to use you as a rebound? To get over his eventful evening with his ex? You had no idea. Or was it because he had now genuinely come to terms of how he really felt towards you?

“Wake your ass up!” Tommy screamed as the morning sunshine came through your curtains.

“Tommy I’m giving you five seconds to get the heck out of my room, or I’m going to smack you silly.” You yawned, suddenly realising it was your first day back for senior year.

“You weren’t saying that to Johnny when he tried to kiss you last night.” Tommy whispered, and your eyes nearly fell out of your head.

“Your secrets safe with me sleepy head, but he wouldn’t have done it if he didn’t mean it.” Tommy gave you a half-hearted smile and left you alone.

“One year to make it all work Y/N.” You muttered, throwing on some clothes to start your senior year.

“The queen has finally made her entrance.” Tommy laughed, handing you a plate of pancakes.

“You look beautiful Y/N.” Bobby smiled, making Johnny clench his jaw.

“Wow it finally looks like a cat hasn’t dragged you through a bush.” Y/S/N ruffled up your hair.

“Well now if does.” You groaned, flattening your hair back out. Time was ticking and it was soon time for school.

“Have a good day you guys!” Your sister waved you all off. It was as if the Cobra’s had it planned all along, because Tommy and Bobby were quick to drive away on their motor-cycles, leaving you and Johnny.

“Can I pitch a ride please?” You asked Johnny with hopeful eyes.

“Of course.” He smiled lightly.

“Can we please talk about last night?” You asked and his smile soon faded.

“We’ve gotta get to school.” You nodded at him, before sitting behind him. The journey to school wasn’t long at all, and it was typical for you to spend your morning alongside the Cobra Kai’s motorcycles.

“I don’t want things to be awkward Johnny, you’re one of my best friends. I’ve got a lot of issues, despite how happy I come across. Maybe one day we can make a thing of us?” You suggested and he had nothing to say.

And so that’s how was it was like, for a very long few weeks after that. Johnny hadn’t said a lot to you, and it slowly made you realise, that you didn’t know what you had, until it started to go away.

“Johnny still not talking to you?” Tommy asked, as the two of you walked together in front of the Cobra Kai’s. You turned around, but Johnny avoided eye contact before turning around the corner to his class.

“He’s insanely in love with you Y/N, I guess he’s just scared.” In love? Come again?

“In love with me, why would you say that?” You asked.

“Trust me, I know.” The two of you continued walking towards your classroom, when you were stopped by a certain Daniel Larusso.

As Johnny was walking to class, he couldn’t help let the overwhelming sense of guilt override him.

“What’s going on with you and Y/N dude?” Bobby asked one of his best friends.

“I don’t know myself man.” Johnny responded.

“You two are so damn love blind.” Bobby groaned in annoyance that his two friends still hadn’t made moves on each-other.

“I can’t push the boundaries again, it’s obvious she’s afraid to be with someone new, and I don’t want to upset her.” Johnny admitted.

“That’s the thing though Johnny, you’re not someone new. Everyone knows about what happened with her ex, and you can be the one to make her trust again.” Bobby’s words were so convincing.

“I’ve gotta go and get my girl.” Johnny shoved his books into Bobby’s hands and rushed back to the other hallway you were in with Tommy. But Bobby didn’t stop there, of course he was going to watch the scene unfold.

“What the hell do you want Larusso?” Tommy stood protectively in front of you.

“You need to sort your boyfriend out Y/N, his attitude is kind of stinky.” Daniel teased.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You muttered.

“I think he’s about to be.” Tommy noticed Johnny heading over to the two of you.

“Get the hell away from my girl, punk.” Johnny shoved Daniel out of the way, and you bit the inside of your cheek anxiously - not wanting your first day back to end up in a fight.

“Why does everyone think I’m you girlfriend?” You asked Johnny.

“Because I’ve waited so damn long to be able to call you mine Y/N, and I don’t want him taking you away from me, like he did with everything else.” Johnny admitted his feelings, regardless of everybody around him.

“Johnny what are you talking about?” You asked him.

“I’m not him Y/N. I will never be him. I think, I think I love you.” Johnny stepped forward and this time, you allowed him to kiss you. You felt yourself melting on the inside. Cheers and claps echoed through the school hallway as the bell rang.

“What do you say Y/N, will you please be my girlfriend?” He asked, lacing his hands with yours.

“Of course.” You blushed, wrapping your arms around him, and he felt the instant sigh of relief.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous.” You whispered.

“I was so not jealous, I was about to beat Larusso’s ass.” Johnny told you seriously.

“I think you’re forgetting about what Tommy might do to you.” You chuckled, looking over at your best friend and his attempt to look angry.

“It’s not half of the things that I’m going to do to you.” Johnny smirked. You could finally be free of your past, you finally had your man, and boy was he worth the wait.

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