#both dumb men that need to be told what to do <3

[subbmissivesuccubus]

Bully- Part 1

Summary: Your bully's, Gojo and Geto, find out an embarrassing secret of yours and will never let you live it down. But maybe, you don't want them to.

Disclaimer: 18+ fic. Gojo X Fem reader X Geto. Humiliation kink. Free use kink. Gojo and Geto being mean. Bully Geto and Gojo. Dub-con warning. It is subtly implied that reader wants and enjoys what's happening to her, but the boys don't care to ask for consent.

a/n: Sorry it took so long wah but here's part one to the series. I plan to write many more cause damn it is so fun haha. I promise, the next part will have all the gratuitous smut and ruthless fucking this premise deserves. Consider this an appetizer <3

Taglist: @bisexuawolfsalt @candycandy00 @nekonanamii @sirimiripetrichor @collectionofdolls @dreamsxmerci

You sighed as you walked towards your classroom, dragging your feet, knowing full well what was waiting for you. It was the end of the day and it was your turn to clean up the classroom and just your luck- you were paired up with the two people you couldn't stand.

Gojo and Geto. The two 'strongest' sorcerers of your school. Their reputation preceded them. One of them was the prodigal son of a famous family with a deadly technique while the other had an incredibly useful and powerful skill as well. Everyone disliked them to some extent, but nobody could deny that the Jujutsu world would be worse without them.

Which is why it always confused you as to why these two powerful men seemed to love bullying you.

They were never malicious but damn if they weren't annoying. They loved to tease and prank you, joking about how weak you were and how you couldn't do anything by yourself. Forget the fact that you were actually quite strong and capable- but compared to them- everyone was weak.

But they seemed to enjoy bullying you especially even if there were classmates who were of lower grade than you. Stealing your drink right before you were going to take it from the vending machine, taking unflattering pictures of you and distributing it, embarrassing you in front of strangers by treating you like a dumb baby in front of them, making loud sex noises if you were on the phone with someone, tossing away your books and stealing your money-

Gojo spanking your ass casually a few times, Geto licking off some chocolate that was smeared next to your lips like it was a normal thing to do and even that one time when they cornered you in the hallway and convinced you to let them grope your boobs:

"If you let us squeeze your tits, we'll leave you alone for a week~" Gojo had said, wangling his fingers comically as they both stared at your chest like perverts. The offer was too good to give up which led to them squeezing your clothed tits for ten second each before they left, laughing at how easy it was to use you. And of course, they continued to bother you anyway.

You could have made a complaint to the higher ups about their behavior, something your friends have told you to do but you refused. You didn't want to be the wuss who was running to the elders over something so childish when everyone has an important job to do. Dealing with some bullying was easy compared to fighting to the death with some curses.

Besides, if you reported on them...

You steeled yourself before opening to the door to the classroom, met with the sight you expected: Gojo and Geto, lounging around, not doing any work as they waited for you to do it for them because, in their words: 'the weaklings need to put in more effort'.

But what you were not expecting to see was your phone in Gojo's hand using earplugs that he had connected to the device. You knew you left your phone in the locker assigned to you in the hallways which meant these two managed to pick the lock and take it. But the anger over that was dwarfed by your sudden realization:

The way they were looking at you as you closed the door, giving you a shocked look but you could tell there was an underlying hint of pure glee.

Uh oh.

"Give me back my-"

You yelped as Geto suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him, barely giving you a second to collect yourself before he wrapped his arms around your neck, catching you in a choke-hold. Before you could even react, he pulled your back against him and manhandled you as he sat on a classroom bench and forced you to sit between his legs, wrapping said legs around you. You were completely caught, your nails doing nothing even as you dug it into his arms.

"Holy fuck!" Gojo explained, eyes wide and a huge grin on his face as he continued to listen to the audio on your phone, looking over at you and Geto opposite of the table he was sitting on, "You're a perverted freak, aren't you?"

"Give it back!" you snapped, grunting in annoyance as you tried to break out of Geto's hold but the man simply laughed as he held you tighter, his legs not budging.

"This is some nasty stuff!" Gojo continued, "Who knew a weakling like you would be such a masochistic slut~" he removed the earbuds from the socket and increased the volume as he confirmed what you had feared:

"Yeah? you like that don't you? Little slut~" a man's voice echoed throughout the room from your phone speakers, "Everybody looking at you as I fuck this sloppy little pussy~ Oh this cunt is dripping for me- did you like being spanked in front of them so much?"

It was an erotic audio you had saved on your phone, one of many that you enjoyed in private. You had even saved it under non-suspicious names which meant that the boys were digging through your files to find something- and they did.

"This isn't even the only one we heard, you know." Gojo explained as he dangled the phone in front of you mockingly, "What was it again? A girl getting humiliated by her teacher in front of her classmates-"

"A girl getting groped by her boyfriend on a crowded train." Geto recollected, his lips so close to your ear you could feel his hot breath dance against your skin.

"Being used as a free-use toy by a group of guys~" Gojo said, a giant shit eating grin on his face, "Seems like this one has a humiliation kink~"

"I'm not surprised." Geto said, leaning into your ear and blowing into it, making you gasp and jump, "No wonder she never reported us to the principle for all the times we preyed on her. She was probably enjoying it."

"Oh!" Gojo said like he just realized it, "Was that why? Was your pussy growing wet every time we bullied you, little slut?"

"Fuck you." you spat out, both of the men laughing in response.

"Yeah, I bet you wanted us to fuck you." Geto growled into your ear, your shiver not going unnoticed by him, "You're fucking loving this~"

"Why don't we check?" Gojo suggested, cutting off anything you might have said, his hands inching towards your belt, a dangerous gleam in his eyes, "Let's see for ourselves if we made your pussy wet~"

"Gojo-"

"That's a great plan!" Geto interrupted, laughing as he tightened his hold your your neck, making you gasp, "Take those pants off. So baggy and loose- what a waste of a nice ass."

"I agree." Gojo said, finger now running over the metal of your belt, "it hides so much. With what I felt everytime I've spanked you- your pants do you no favors."

"Don't you- fucking dare!" You choked out, face turning slightly red from the lack of air and from Gojo slowly starting to fiddle with your belt.

"Oh, what are you gonna do about it, little slut?" Gojo teased, licking his lips as his long, lithe fingers started to tug at the leather of your belt, "Look at your fucking face- that look in your eyes? You're loving this."

"No- I'm not- fuck-" you sputtered out, failing to convey your frustrations. You couldn't stand these two assholes. Constantly picking on you and thinking they were so high and mighty- treating you like a bug on their path. So smug and narcissistic and not caring about anyone but themselves-

But as much as you'd hate to admit it, you couldn't deny that your body was throbbing. Everytime they bullied you, you felt that heat. Your heart-rate quickened and your pussy would grow wet, leaving you a confused mess every-time you got bullied. When it first happened, you didn't understand what was happening. Through some internet searching, you found those audios and realized you weren't the only one out there.

A masochist with a humiliation kink.

And without them knowing, the two guys you hate were fulfilling those fantasies for you.

Well now, they were more than aware.

"Come on, little bitch~" Geto cooed into your ear, his silky voice making you shudder, "Why settle with these audios when you can experience the real thing?"

"I...I..." you panted, heat rushing to your face and your heart pounding in your chest. You could feel your pussy dampen and had no doubt that if Gojo actually took your pants off, they'd see you be wet and needy.

"Too slow~" Gojo suddenly said, unbuckling your belt in a matter of seconds before ripping it off of you just as fast, throwing it aside. You yelped as you instinctively struggled, Geto laughing behind you as he tightened his hold on you even more, rendering you helpless. Gojo laughed as well, his bright blue eyes peeking from behind his glasses as you could see the gleam of excitement in them.

"You excited, little bitch?" Gojo cooed, licking his lips as his hands started trailing up your leg, running over the fabric of your pants as he inched up higher and higher. Everywhere he touched felt like it was on fire, a rush of heat coursing through you.

"He asked you a question." Geto said, clicking his tongue as you refused to say anything, "Weren't you taught any manners?"

"Fucking- i'll kill you-" you gasped out, face growing redder as you heard Geto's growl of annoyance, feeling the vibration of his chest against your back. "Don't worry about it, Suguru." Gojo said, smirking as he started undoing the buttons of your pants, "We can punish her later for her disrespect. For now, I just want to get at this pussy~"

With a big grin, Gojo ripped your pants off of you in one fell swoop, making you squeal as he tossed it away. You shivered as your bare legs were exposed to the evening air as well as their lecherous stares. You could see Gojo's eyes trail up your legs before zoning in on your clothed pussy, the man letting out a snort as he took in your panties.

"Pink with a bow on? Really?" he joked, "how plain and not sexy."

"I think they're cute." Geto chimed in, also shamelessly staring down at your clothed cunt, "But it doesn't matter. It's not going to be on her for long, anyway."

"True." Gojo said with a nod as he hooked his finger into the waistband of your panties and pulled it out before letting go, allowing the elastic to slap back against you, "but next time, wear something sexier."

"I hate you- so much!" you snarled, face bright red, biting your lower lip as the white haired man looped his fingers back into the waistband of your panties, this time, very obviously wanting to get it off of you. You gasped, unable to stop your shivers as Gojo leaned forward and placed a kiss on your tummy, his tongue peeking out to lick at your skin as he slowly starting pulling your panties down. He laughed as you tried to squiggle out but your movements only made the slide of your panties all the more easier for him.

"Look at that~" Gojo gasped as your cunt got exposed, practically drooling as he stared like a pervert, a twinkle behind his blue eyes, "You might be a weakling but atleast you have a pretty pussy."

"Atleast she's good for something~" Geto teased, shuffling behind you and in that moment, you felt it. Something long, hard and thick pressed up against your back and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what that was. You gulped as you felt the imprint of Geto's cock against you, unable to help yourself as your eyes darted towards the front of Gojo's pants and sure enough: His erection was straining against it.

They were too focused on your cunt to notice where you were looking and you were too focused on their dicks to notice that your panties were now completely off and that Gojo had tossed the fabric aside. Geto immediately hooked his legs over your own before forcefully spreading them apart, leaving you wide and exposed to their perverted gazes. Gojo let out a whistle as he dragged a chair over before sitting on it, his face now right across your bare cunt.

"Fuck- fuck you- fuck you!" you gasped out and cursed, feeling lightheaded from the situation. "How does she look?" Geto asked, both of them ignoring you and you could hear the hunger in his voice and the sensation of his cock twitching against you. "Oh, she's perfect~" Gojo responded and you knew they were referring to your pussy as its own person- somehow giving it more praise and respect than they've ever given you, "And oh so wet~"

"I want to see." Geto demanded, not having the same view as Gojo, "Can't let you have all the fun."

"Sure thing, pal." Gojo said, not taking his eyes off of your pussy as he continued to stare, hand reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone. "Gojo- don't you dare-" You barked out, understanding what he was going to do- but what you hoped sounded aggressive came out soft and subservient. The man simply snorted in response, ignoring your pleas as he opened up his phone camera and started taking pictures of your pussy. You shut your eyes and squealed everytime you heard the shutter of the camera, trembling body still held tightly in Geto's arms.

"Her hole clenches every-time I take a picture~" Gojo cooed, bringing a hand up to thumb at your pussy lips before spreading them apart even more, making your back arch against Geto, "And look at this little clit! So fucking cute!"

"Just show it to me already!" Geto snarled, impatient. "Alright, alright." Gojo responded with a roll of his eyes, standing up before turning the phone towards the two of you, a shot of your spread pussy on screen. You turned your head away and closed your eyes, ears ringing at how humiliated you felt-

and pussy dripping at how good it was.

"Oh, she does look delicious!" Geto praised, gripping your chin as he forced you to turn your head back towards the phone, making you look at the picture, "You have such a pretty cunt and you hid it from us for so long?"

You whined cutely as you looked at the picture- a closeup shot of your spread cunt with a clear view of your clit and hole, your cunt glistening with slick.

"Seriously!" Gojo barked as he started swiping, showing off the various photos of your pussy that were now in his possession, "If we knew all you wanted was some fucking, we'd have pounded this pussy ages ago! I've always wanted a sex toy."

"Don't you have like a dozen already?"

"Yeah, but I'm sure this bitch's cunt will feel way better than some silicone~"

"I hate you-" you gasped out, any and all fight leaving your bones (not that there was much to begin with) as you leaned your head against Geto's shoulder, "I hate you both- so much-"

"Yeah?" Geto asked, the tone in his voice clearly indicating that he wasn't taking you seriously, "Well, this pussy says otherwise."

He let go of your chin and snaked his hand down quickly to cup your pussy, making you yelp. You didn't know if what you felt was shame or relief that there was finally a hand on your cunt- finally some friction against your dripping womanhood. You tossed your head back, eyebrows furrowed and lip trapped under your teeth as Geto's long fingers started gliding through your pussy lips. The slick sound of him rubbing circles over your hole and collecting your wetness echoed through the room, the sound making your ears burn and your chest feel like it was on fire.

This is was so...so...

so fucking fun...

"She's loving this~" Gojo predicted accurately, eyes darting between your blissful expression and Geto's fingers toying with your body, "Fucking whore- slutty bitch- oh, we are going to have fun with you~"

"Her pussy is growing wetter by the second." Geto noted, cock fully erect and throbbing against you, his other arm slowly letting go of the hold around your neck, confident that you were going to stay right there like a good little girl. You gasped as the head spinning pressure was finally off of you, taking in a few deep breaths but choking on it just as quickly as the man started using his slick covered fingers to run circles over your clit.

"You're dripping all over the table, little bitch~" Gojo teased, taking a couple more pictures before pocketing it, "Fuck- let me feel too- or- actually-"

He sat back on the chair, pulling it closer before gripping your thighs, an eager grin on his face:

"I'm gonna eat~"

"Get used to this, little bitch." Geto growled into your ear, pulling his hand away from your cunt and snickering at your whine of disappointment, "You're our toy now and we are going to do whatever we want to you, understand?"

His hands came upto your chest, lithe fingers starting to undo the buttons of your shirt one by one, revealing a patch of skin before the peeks of your bra. Gojo licked his lips and moved forward, his hot breath fanning against your slick cunt.

"Whatever. We. Want."

#subby writes #jujutsu geto smut #jujutsu gojo smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu geto #jujustsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader x geto #gojo x you #gojo smut #gojo satoru smut #gojo x reader #geto suguru smut #geto x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk smut

[rene-darling]

Innocent scaramouce first time with dom fem reader?

Innocent little kabukimono

...yandere reader...red flag reader!...toxic relationships please do not imitate irl...I think.. I took way too much creative liberty with this..but-...im tired of seeing innocent readers x corrupted men. We need so corrupted yandere-ish readers!...

...kabukimono x yandereish reader...

Innocent little kabukimono who knows nothing of real life, and is just oh so naive. And you, this corrupted person who goes around doing whatever they please, leading on a man and then ditching him for good, a cruel harbinger who revels in the suffering of the innocent, and oh my is he innocent.

Kabukimono who doesn't know right from wrong, he doesn't even have life's most basic skills. The perfect man for you to corrupt.

Kabukimono who doesn't know that kisses are only meant to be shared by lovers and to be done in private, so you might be in the middle of talking to another harbinger when he approaches you and casually leaves a kiss on your lips.

The other harbinger and your underlings are left in a state of shock. He kissed you And he still has his head?? Kabukimono notices their weird stares and questions them "Hm? Do you not know? This is something friends do with each other!" he informs them proudly. He's your dearest friend.

Dear little kabukimono who gets scared when you come home drenched in blood, but you just smile at him and open your arms. He knows he can't deny you, you told him that denying your friend's hug is very rude!

So he hugs your bloody form, shivering a bit. You're so cold, like a corpse. It's okay. You reassure him, that you were just getting rid of some bad guys. Some real baddies who harm the innocent. This reassures him, wow, you're so cool! You help people by getting rid of bad guys right? Wow!

Innocent kabukimono who admires you so much. You're the coolest person out there, and he trusts you.

Pure little kabukimono who tries making you some yummy food, only to fail since for some reason it always turns out to sour, too hot, or just burnt. It was like someone was messing with him and doing it on purpose.

And when he tells you that he's messed up yet again and sees how your face falls, he can't deal with it. He's so dumb, so stupid, he can't help it! He can't do anything without you. So he starts crying, soft little hiccups turn into full-on sobs as globs of tears fall from his eyes.

Who hugs you and apologizes over and over, he's sorry he's such a dummy! He'll learn! He'll be more useful to you, he doesn't know where the dish went wrong! Please don't abandon him, he's sorry for being useless!

And it brings him so much comfort when you hug him back, holding his tiny waist as you almost feel bad for purposefully messing up his dish, not that you'll actually apologize and tell him.

When you're sitting on the couch and you pull him onto your lap, it startles him. He shifts around a bit uncomfortably, but it's fine, he'll manage. You tell him that this is what friends do! And since you both are such close friends he doesn't complain when you pull him into your lap, even in front of other people

Eventually, he gets used to it, when you assure him that, this is what friends do- and you're his dearest friend aren't you?

He's used to it. He's trained for it. He could simply be doing some work around the house but the second you pat your lap he drops whatever he's doing, crawling onto your lap like a cat.

He doesn't know any better, so while you're in important meetings with the harbingers he'll simply crawl onto your lap like it's his own personal bed. The other harbingers always stutter in their next words- they just never seem to get used to your little boytoy

Some of the harbingers find it rather amusing, questioning why you've kept him around this long. They've never seen you with one of your boy toys after the first 3 weeks. You simply shrug, perhaps it's his innocence, his naivety to the world..and people, around him. Whatever it is, he proves to be entertaining. Which is why you just can't get rid of him yet.

Cute little kabukimono who ignores any red flags. You following him around whenever you have some free time, or sending one of your henchmen after him whenever you aren't available. What do you mean that's weird? No- you just care for your friend, he's your dearest friend after all! You just wanna make sure nothing bad happens!

Innocent kabukimono who you've quickly learned has no idea of what intimacy is. He doesn't know the first thing about- love making.

Kabukimono who sits on your lap like another day, resting his head back onto your shoulder, you can hear his quiet breaths and whispers as he mumbles and rambles about his day thinking you were listening. You on the other hand were occupied by your own deranged thoughts, ...it's been long enough..hasn't it? You're sure he can handle you- fondling him further..right? You mean he should. You've done so much for him, and he can barely even cook a proper meal for you.

Biting down harshly on his neck while he was leaning it back on your shoulder eliciting gasps and whines from him. He tries grabbing your head, trying to push you away. It hurts! But you're too strong. So he sits there helpless tugging at your hair softly as he lets out little moans as you suck on his neck. He feels heat pool in between his legs... it's so weird..he doesn't like it.

Later that day he stares at himself in the mirror. Examining the big red purple-ish mark you left. Afterward, he questions you about it. Huffing as he asks the reason behind this strange good feeling mark you've left.

You reassure him, it's simply because he's your dearest friend. And you just want people to know that he's yours, he belongs to you. And no one else.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin hcs #sub genshin #sub genshin men #scaramouche imagines #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #kabukimono #Sub kabukimono #kabukimono x reader #scara #dom reader #top reader #sub char #sub character #yandere reader #yandere

[yurababy]

—angel or devil?; y.jh

synopsis being friends with seventeen had many perks, one of which being helping one another with indivudal needs. every member was fine with it, the trust between you and the group being so strong, but why did jeonghan never want any help?

notes yoon jeonghan x afab!reader, 5.5k smut + a lil bit of angst/fluff? reader is “shared” between the 13 members.. idk how to put it, idolverse, switch!reader, switch!jeonghan, brief mentions of the other members, and their dicks, consensual slapping but only once, jeonghan calls reader dumb, use of whore/slut, reader is adressed as “girl” multiple times

➤ i’ve posted on ao3 before but never tumblr so hi. hoping to come here more often if enough ppl like this D: i have a small draft of a dancer!hoshi au that i was hoping could be a full thing one day... and many more svt thoughts so pls send me asks!! enjoy <3

taglist @kayleeshinee @thinkinboutwonu @nothingwasnotfound @rubyhoons

“you’re insatiable,” joshua chuckled.

“no, i take advantage of my opportunities.”

the two of you were in shua’s room, him picking out a shirt for the day while you sat on the edge of his bed. the members had made plans to split up long-awaited errands, from trying out new noodle flavors to finding a lamp for chan’s room.

hooking up with 13 of your hot friends was convinient. you all trusted each other, having known one another for years, and being in the idol industry allowed little time to deal with personal needs. being able to play off a blowjob as a friendly hangout made things easy, because all it was was a friendly hangout.

with an included handjob.

even if they were your friends, being so close was an easy reminder that they were just men. 13 men. in one place. they were closer than anyone you knew, and it was nice to know they all somewhat tried to be responsible of their place.

all, but one.

“at least it’ll be 3 equal groups, i feel like the group i’m put in always has more work to do.”

“how come 3? who’s not coming?”

you looked up at the boy, catching a slightly annoyed smile on his lips. “jeonghan got out of it because he has a wish coupon.”

some people think seventeen are just too good at being entertainers, that it’s all fake for the camera. in truth, they’re the exact same when it’s just them. jeonghan is known to be a cheater, but he’s cunning. he values promises and remembers everything for his team; for himself. so when jeonghan made everyone coffee after a long day in the studio in 2019 followed by a chorus of “we owe you one, jeonghannie-hyung!”, he, like you, couldn’t let an opportunity pass. so on the one day the group decided to come together to get work done, jeonghan reminded everyone of his kind deeds and was allowed to stay home. you had stopped questioning the team’s ethics after a while. no matter how well you knew one another, it was nothing like the 13 of them. you were nowhere near close enough to have “wish coupons”.

so yes, you did know them pretty well, you did hook up with the members, but there was one you had yet to really get with. none other than yoon jeonghan himself.

he was impossible to figure out. maybe it was because he didn’t want to ask for “help,” or maybe it was because there was nobody he could trust like his members. joshua knew it was a little bit of both, but it was also a little bit of jeonghan being himself. a tease. wanting you to come and get him. so if joshua told everyone not to argue with the second-oldest’s request, it was just him being a good best friend.

joshua had thrown on a classic button down at this point, putting a lip balm in his bag as he looked back at you. “leave like, at least 10 minutes after us.”

“i know,” you smiled. you never know.

“we’ll get going then! you know how to cook if you want to eat anything,” his voice got a little deeper as if he was hiding a laugh, “or if you want to be eaten.”

“what the hell jos-”

the door shut with a series of giggles.

༺♡༻

eaten is an underestimate.

wanting jeonghan when he was right there was almost painful. eye contact as you sat with the other members. hands brushing against each other’s when reaching for chopsticks. he definitely knew what he was doing to you, a devilish smirk below his angel eyes, waiting for you to retract your hand first. 

but jeonghan had to be an angel, because god was truly on your side that day.

finding a bathroom in a dorm of four units shouldn’t be as difficult as it was. most of the doors looked the exact same, the members cleaning them in order to post up new decorations. your favorite bathroom was the third unit’s— seungkwan was very particular with the hand soap scents. as you made your way down the hallway, you suddenly heard a pained noise.

jeonghan is the only other one here. jeonghan’s room is in the fourth unit.

your quest to find the bathroom was quickly forgotten as you opened doors to find jeonghan’s room. across the door you were about to open, you could hear soft crying, making you dash towards the door you suspected led to jeonghan’s room.

in your hastiness, you pulled the door open without a knock, scanning the room for jeonghan.

he wasn’t hard to find.

half-naked body splayed out on top of a pillow, your eyes made contact with his own, wet and slightly alarmed. you tried to not move your vision any further, beginning to back away towards the door, until you heard his broken voice.

“y/n,” the boy breathed, stopping you in your tracks.

you whispered back, “jeonghan.”

“can you help me?” it was so simple, said in a pleading voice. the silence surrounding you two was interrupted by your light steps towards him before you planted yourself into the edge of his bed. he had been sitting up by now, pillow still in between his legs just below his cock.

“you’re.. are you sure?”

“yes, y/n, god yes”

be a quick thinker. don’t ask dumb questions.

“what do you want me to do, jeonghan?” you held eye contact as you wiped his flushed cheeks dry.

“anything you want.”

that was all the confirmation you needed before guiding him towards the back of his bed, letting him rest against the pillows as you settled between his legs. his shirt was slightly oversized, not enough to get in the way but still an annoyance.

you took the hem between your fingers and looked up at him. “can we get this off?”

jeonghan’s eyes were closed and his lips were parted. a peach blush glowed on his face as he tried looking at you through his lashes. “cold… i get cold easily.”

for some reason the admittance made you grin, not being able to stop your hands from traveling up into his hair because the boy looked so different, so small. “tell me what’s off limits,” jeonghan demanded more than asked. you didn’t think too much about it.

“nothing gross. play with me, make it hurt if you want. let out whatever pent up frustration you have. i’ve been waiting too long to care.” he gave a small nod and slowly blinked. a true angel.

“such a pretty boy, maybe the prettiest out of them all. why’d you have to be such a tease, hm? could’ve done this so much sooner.”

his breathing was heavy and your faces were barely inches apart. the tears had been long gone and his eyes were more opened, albeit dark and half lidded. if you hadn’t been so close, you would’ve missed the way his lips began to curve upwards. such a tease.

“well, we’re here now, baby. why don’t you do as i asked? use that mouth for something else.”

well, you could play that game too.

“baby, if you want something then you’ll have to be a bit more specific than that. i could use my mouth for something like this,” you paused to act out an example, closing the gap between you two to press your mouth just upon his, taunting his lips to see if he’d make a move first.

that time, you felt his smile creep. “or, i could do this.” you smiled back before lowering your head to his neck, this time kissing his skin. he didn’t try to hide the low moan that escaped his lips when you bit down and sucked a bruise into the area.

jeonghan seemed to have had enough by then, as he snaked his fingers to your hair, softly pulling you off of his throat as if giving a warning. you were slightly taken aback by the change in demeanor, but he casually tilted his head and furrowed his eyebrows.

“are you dumb or a brat?”

oh.

the hand carding through your hair suddenly yanked your head down, jeonghan using his other hand to discard his shirt.

“i’m pretty sure i asked you to help me, not bitch off. you want specifics? i’m gonna cum twice today, okay? be a good girl and suck me off.”

you obeyed, placing one hand at his base followed by your lips wrapping around his tip, but you also took it as a challenge. you wanted to break yoon jeonghan. in order to do that, you had to give him the best blow job of your life. the other 13, it didn’t have to be competitive or too sexual. but jeonghan and you already had tension, so finally relieving it was bound to be intense.

contrary to popular belief, yoon jeonghan didn’t give a fuck.

if he was enjoying it, he’d be loud. if he hated it, you’d get a blank stare under raised eyebrows. his pride didn’t get in the way of pleasure, but pleasure wasn’t easy for him to get.

hookups weren’t his thing, relationships got messy as an idol. it wasn’t like he hadn’t done either, but his transparency disappointed and scared away most. he was frustrated. but you,

you were pretty good.

eye contact seemed to be a regular thing between you two. you stared each other down even as your head bobbed on his dick, as you made a show of licking a stripe up the shaft, as you planted kitten licks on the tip. his hands once again found your hair, forming a makeshift ponytail. jeonghan hadn’t had a blowjob in a while, let alone a good one, so he knew he wouldn’t last as long as he’d like.

breaking yoon jeonghan was easy if you did it right.

you knew you had because he broke the eye contact first. you slowly took inch after inch of his cock, showing him your limits. when you were so close to reaching his base, jeonghan’s hands in your hair abruptly pushed your head down his length, tears welling into your eyes as you eased into comfort. the sight made jeonghan throw his head back against the pillows, his loudest moan being released. after that, he used one hand to guide your mouth up and down, moans more frequent and high pitched. his noises did something to you too, pride welling up in your chest as your mouth vibrated around his dick from your own moans.

“cum.. a-ah, m’ gonna cum, don’t stop,” he heaved out, voice slightly frantic. it was almost mesmerizing, him being a dominant tease one second and pathetically mewling the next. your left hand found his balls, feeling around and eventually trailing a feathery finger up his body to his nipples. rolling the nub between two of your digits seemed to do the trick, his grip on your hair tightening then the hand falling to his side, a loud cry of your name, and his cum shooting down your throat.

you swallowed as much as you could, catching your breath but making sure you can catch the boy in a fucked-out state. if he was gorgeous before, he was ethereal now. you shifted closer to him, making sure to not taunt his sensitive cock as his eyes stayed shut. your hands found his jaw, then his ears, then his slightly damp hair before finally swinging around his neck, your head pressed against his chest.

“y/n,” he whispered, aware of the distance between the two of you. you felt his gentle touch wiping his excess fun from your lips.

“so beautiful, hannie.” he shut his mouth. “all that big talk for someone who can’t even ride his pillow?”

“fuck… off, baby, you think you can ride any better?” even through his high you could tell the chill of the room kissed his skin. he sounded exhausted already, but you knew better than to think this was ending anytime soon.

“i think i can, angel. who would’ve guessed you’re a little pillow prince? wanna crumble under me one more time?”

you don’t think you’ll ever be able to figure this guy out. when he spoke, his voice was molasses, deep and slow like he was talking to a toddler. “maybe i do. does my baby want me to fuck her instead? seventeen’s slut? right? or,” his hands crept under your shirt, brushing against lace, “just a whore for me?”

his cold hands made you shiver. the lingerie was on before you had heard about the members’ plans to go out, just as a fun surprise for whoever caught you. “it’s not usually like this. you know we’re all just friends.”

he cocked a brow at that, playing with the flowery fabric under your shirt. “oh? what does that make us?”

“too many questions,” you murmured, giving in and removing the top, leaving you in the pink bra and matching panties hidden by shorts.

he raised an eyebrow at you, signaling you weren’t quite done yet. you climbed off the bed to tug off the bottoms before propping yourself onto his lap.

jeonghan’s hands found the curve of your ass, running them upon of the lace while your arms found their place around his neck again.

“my my, what a coincidence. the whore is all dressed up. do you walk around like this everytime you’re here? does a different member find you every time? how do they fuck you, baby?”

you tried testing him. “so good. mingyu’s so big, soonyoung has so much energy, jihoon is so good at talking. especially shua. he may be the better version of you.”

the smirk that had been resting on jeonghan’s lips twitched. he moved one hand up your back to the clasp of your bra, swiftly undoing it and letting it fall into the space between your laps.

“shua can do that, too.”

breaking yoon jeonghan was to figure out which buttons to push in order to rile up his indifferent self.

“can shua fucking handle you?” he spat, the rest of his body calm as the hand near your chest moved towards your breasts. “does he put a dog leash on you to get you to shut up? aren’t you here to help?”

breaking yoon jeonghan was not just watching his body fall apart beneath you. breaking yoon jeonghan was challenging him back mentally until he couldn’t take it.

“shua likes to choke me. shua’s hands are bigger than yours and his dick is thicker.”

jeonghan scoffed, tracing his pointer finger around the skin of your nipples. “not longer?”

“maybe the same length. jun’s is longer and thicker.”

“tsk tsk, cockslut. didn’t you say i was the prettiest?”

break him. see how far he can go.

“what good does a face do during sex?”

test his limits.

that one got a slap delivered to your cheek with the hand that had previously been on your chest. you couldn’t suppress the moan that swam past your lips, the hand fondling your ass toying with the hem of your panties.

“fucking slut.” he sounded out each syllable once again like a preschool teacher. “maybe you’re right. but let me ask you this.” your panties were pulled down and his fingers greeted your wetness which gained a low chuckle from the man. “you wanna get fucked or not?”

not good enough. “weren’t you the one coming to me asking for help?”

he had quickly regained his composure, gripping your jaw with a sly smirk. “don’t worry about me, baby. i’m yoon jeonghan. i can fuck whoever i want.”

“i have 12 other guys waiting to fuck me everyday, you responded, not sounding as assertive as you would’ve liked.

“but aren’t you curious, sweetheart? you don’t wanna complete your set? satisfied with 12?” his fingers began to rub around your clit, hand from your jaw reaching towards his side table to nimbly retrieve lube.

is it worth it to wait this long? should i tell him to fuck me already?

you didn’t need to contemplate an answer when you felt dripping wet fingers around your clit. anything on your mind was cut off by your loud moan, relieved at the touch.

your sudden needy whines only made him laugh more, a finger teasing your entrance. “maybe if my face wasn’t so useless during sex, i would’ve gone down on you.”

“jeonghan, hannie, please. i’ll be so good, m’ sorry-!” he cut you off with a finger inside you, thumb caressing your clit at the same time.

“maybe next time, darling. if you learn to behave, that is.”

you buried your face into his neck, holding it there before lifting your head towards his ear. “i’m fine, i’m ready. i’m already opened up.”

he slowed his fingers. “who was the last one to fuck you and when?”

“ch-cheol. it was.. like.. maybe six a.m. i don’t know. i fell asleep here after the movie we watched.. last night.. so he just carried me to his room.”

“then why was hao the last person out the door?”

“so many quest-” your eyes met for the 100th time that day and you could tell he was truly curious. “…he just wanted to kiss. said he was still sleepy.”

jeonghan sighed, turning you over gently so he was on top of you. he fully pulled your panties down, holding the fabric in his hands for a few seconds before throwing them to the side.

“sure, i’m a pillow prince. i don’t do this shit. i promise you, i could. i’m doing it for you right now. pretty girl, this clearly isn’t going anywhere, hm? so let me fuck that attitude out of you and we can do it again sometime. am i clear enough for your useless brain?”

“yes, hannie.”

“safe word?”

“..melon.”

yoon jeonghan is forever a mystery to you.

he smiled, sickeningly sweet like a stash of ahloween candy, and brushed your hair away from your eyes. “good girl. let me kiss my pretty baby.”

he planted a hand under your thigh and the other beneath your head as your arms familiarly met the back of his neck. the action allowed you to pull him in, smiles on both your faces as your lips finally met.

you knew part of the reason you had this arrangement with your friend is because you were all sure nobody would get attached in the wrong way. but that was before you had ever gone the whole way with jeonghan , when he was everywhere around you but nowhere in reach. you had kissed the rest of them, for comfort, for pleasure, for fun, but why was it so much different right now?

right now it was so soft. it was giggles while catching your breaths, it was sucking the life out of each other, it was your fingers ghosting his locks and the pads of his against the smooth of your skin. it was his silk touch, his silk lips, his silk hair, his silk voice.

when you pulled away once more, you smiled at him, the moment too soft for you to care about your failed seductiveness. “when do i get to be fucked, hannie?”

yoon jeonghan, the mystery.

if you thought shua was the switch of seventeen, or rough, next to jeonghan, shua was vanilla.

shua was rough, but sweet with his words. a gentleman, everyone would say. jeonghan’s twin flame.

jeonghan was mean.

“so eager to have my cock in you. thought it wasn’t big enough? thick enough?” he leaned towards his side table again, opening a drawer to get a condom before rolling it onto himself.

“w-was lying, han. it’s perfect, you’re perfect. fuck me already,” you choked out, once again taken aback by the switch in personality.

he was so hot when he was mean. different from the other members. he did it so causally, almost expressionless. “i’ll destroy you, sweetheart. good girls don’t lie. i hate liars. only reason m’ still in a room with you is cause’ someone has to fuck some sense into you. seems like twelve dicks still can’t tame you.”

with that, he flipped you over, earning a yelp from your mouth as you were pushed into the bed, jeonghan telling you to get onto all fours. a hand was harshly hit onto your ass before jeonghan lined himself up with your slit and slipped his cock in.

“let me know when i can move, sweetheart,” the velvet of his voice melted into your ears. after a few moments, you murmured a green light and bottomed out, hands resting on your waist. you pressed the upper half of your body more downwards, eliciting a groan from jeonghan as he watched your back arch.

“you may be the slowest member yet,” you pushed your luck, deep breaths as you felt him pick up the pace.

when silence had grown just enough for you to think you wouldn’t get a response, jeonghan landed another slap into your ass, kneading the red after the hit. “good things come to good girls to wait. if you’re going to be a bitch, i have no problem slowing down a little more. maybe just stopping. how’s that, bunny?”

you guessed it was a rhetorical question because he suddenly sped up, the erotic sounds and skin slapping almost making you dizzy, but jeonghan had other things in mind.

fisting your hair, he yanked your body parallel to his, maneuvering his hands to play with your tits. “you were all talk when it was time to speak shit, but when i ask you a question you’re an idiot? think you can still handle me?”

you tried moaning loud in response, being it was the easiest option, but jeonghan’s fingers met your mouth and they were slipped between your lips. he chuckled as you sucked, pulling them out shortly after and replacing the wet digits onto your nipples in return for a whine. he tsked in response, but he sounded disappointed.

he pushed your body back down into its arch, pulling his dick almost all the way out of your cunt and holding it there for a moment. “what’s going on in your mind, sweetheart? wanna hear your pretty voice.”

“you- you fucker, just move-ah!” jeonghan slammed back into you, sucking in a breath from above. 

“tell me, y/n,” he thrust in and out slow much to your (and his, but it was his choice) frustrastion. 

“are you really able to help 13 of your friends get off without ruining your bond with any of them? are you good enough for them? for us?” he pulled your hair once more, your bodies meeting as he leaned into your ear.

“for me?”

it did sound a lot more complicated than it was, but the group wasn’t uncomfortable at all and nor were you. you knew you weren’t a fucktoy, in fact they helped you almost as much as you helped them. it was just an easy way to get around a difficult problem— for some members, like vernon, it was more of a one or two time thing, but for others like soonyoung, you never knew what to expect. high sex drive or not, they were all just a group of respectful men you knew you could trust. they were all hot, you especially knew, but the thought of ruining your bond hadn’t come up since your small crush on dokyeom.

well, there was no bond to ruin between you and jeonghan until now.

it was just a game. of course the two of you were friends, getting lunch every now and then and comfotably hanging out with other members, but him being the only member to not initiate anything with you had put an inevitable space between your relationship.

you had generally been closer to the older members, especially jisoo, yet the hookups you had with all 12 had never been this intimate. but, anything more than a friendship and casual hookups with jeonghan would mean the arrangement you had with every other member would be destroyed just because jeonghan finally came around to fucking you.

well, shit. that was a thought for another day.

you turned your head so that your faces met each others, half-open eyes still giving away your gentle smile. “that’s what i’m here for, hannie. if i’m not good enough, then make me.”

“cute, but i’d rather you prove it. this is for me, remember?” with that, jeonghan pulled out of you, your cunt clenching around nothing as you huffed out of frustration. he rolled over, fixing his pillows as he layed back so nonchalantley you had to hold back a scoff. finally, his droopy eyes slowly greeted yours, one side of his mouth lifitng. “i told you i don’t like liars, right? if you think you’re any better than me, come and get it, baby.”

ah. you really needed to watch your words around jeonghan— joshua wasn’t lying when he said the older remembered everything to his advantage. you were practically drooling for him at this point, eagerly climbing onto his lap as his hands found your waist. being as he was just inside you, it was an easy slide when you sunk back onto his cock. 

jeonghan’s moans were louder than you thought they would be. wanting a reminder, you didn’t let the pleasure faze you as you rolled your hips.

just as you had began to move, jeonghan’s phone on the table beside his bed began to chime. jeonghan’s everlasting love for his members would never let him silent his phone. you peered over as a favor, trying to make out the caller id.

“it’s seungkwan-ah,” you breathed, setting a slow pace to stop the two of you from getting overwhelmed.

“pick it up, please.”

you knew from the games he played with the members, but jeonghan was a master at manipulation. he catered his way of speaking to everyone, being able to analyze even a cashier he’d never see again. it was the “please” that threw out any rational hesitance from your brain as you leaned into jeonghan’s body, extending your arm to reach for the phone.

you answered the call. “hello?”

“hyung! is there- y/n?”

oh. you forgot about how you were going to explain that it wasn’t jeonghan answering the phone. this seemed to be the boy in question’s plan all along, a dimple on his right cheek deepening on his skin.

“oh… seungkwan! jeonghan is in the shower.. so i picked up for him! what’s up?”

you heard a faint voice in the back, seungkwan responding to the mystery person with a really? before placing his focus back on you. “wonu hyung told chan that shua hyung said you were leaving the dorms? did something happen?”

you looked at jeonghan, his smile growing wider as his eyebrows knit together. you knew he would mock your inability to lie if the circumstances were different.

“i got kind of hungry… and took a nap.. what did you need from jeonghan?”

seungkwan seemed to not care enough to look into your story, taking a second to remember what he called for. “oh! if you’re near the kitchen, can you check which cereal box is empty? hyung said he really liked this one brand.”

you looked at jeonghan for help, and instead of a cereal brand answer, he moved your arm away from his face and whispered, “you’re going too slow, baby.”

he then placed his hands back on your waist, bringing you up and down his cock, making you clamp your hand over your mouth.

“y/n?” the phone spoke.

for a second, jeonghan seemed to have mercy on you, halting his movements so you can talk into the speaker. “um… cinnamon toast c-ah! crunch!”

it wouldn’t be jeonghan if he was that easy on you. he slammed you back down onto his cock mid sentence.

“oh? i thought hyung hated cinnamon… oh well. thanks, noona!”

you rushed a quick “bye” before hanging up and throwing the phone on the other side of the bed, jeonghan giggling below you.

“fuck you,” you gritted, seeing as he’s no longer helping you get off.

“you already are, babe.” you knew he was trying to rile you up as he had been, but you wanted to cum so bad. he seemed to have taken notice of the whine you let out, thumbs smoothening along your back. “let me help you.”

“no!” you stopped his wandering hands. “this is about you, not me.” you bounced on his dick quicker, placing your focus onto the pleasure laced into jeonghan’s voice as you did so.

“that’s true, my baby’s so smart. i think you deserve a reward.” you could tell he was getting close, his breath hitching through his words and his eyes fluttering shut.

even with his eye sight falling in and out of darkness, he was able to locate your breasts, not allowing for you to hide a mewl. just as he began to knead the skin, his tip found your g-spot, evoking a high-pitched moan from you.

“jeonghan… i don’t know how much longer i can wait,” you managed to get out, his hands traveling around your body. he enclosed them around your waist one final time.

he pushed your back, drawing you closer to him. “come here, y/n.”

you made it easier by leaning in, feeling his lips latch onto your neck. “help me just a little bit more,” he breathed onto your skin, sucking an angry red mark, then making a show of the action by licking his matching cherry lips.

you took his face into your hands, resting your forehead against his for a moment. “yoon jeonghan,” you heavily exhaled, a shy grin threatening to materialize, “i hope you always come to me. i hope this isn’t a one time thing. i hope you never sign an NDA again. i hope i’m yours.”

“mine, mine, only mine. out of 13, just mine. and i’m only yours.” his face contorted in something like lust, something you didn’t want to believe was lust. you could be just his. you were willing to do that.

“cum with me.”

with that, you released onto his length, not without a loud cry of his name. he thrusted into you twice more before he too came into the condom, a broken moan slipping past his lips.

for a few moments the two of you stayed like that, breathing against each other before you heard him call your name.

“should i run a bath?” he suggested. you made an approving noise, pulling off of his cock but not missing the hiss that came from the boy. he extended a hand to your own, letting you intertwine your fingers with a tired smile. jeonghan led you off of the bed, out of his room and into the hallway towards the fourth unit bathroom.

ah. it was right next to jeonghan’s room.

after getting the bath ready, the two of you slipped in, your body flush against his chest.

“i hope you weren’t lying.”

he broke the silence, caressing your shoulders in a gentle massage.

“about?”

“you and me. i don’t want you to be shy around me. this is a thing now. i’m an option.”

you leaned further back on one of his shoulders, his arm resting over your collarbone as you looked back at him.

“it’s not you who’s the option, it’s me. hannie, i’ve been waiting for this, i just didn’t know if you wanted it. when you need me, i’m here. sex or not, you know you’ve always had me. this thing with the members, it’s not complicated. if anyone finds love, then we’re back to just normal friends. same thing goes for you.”

“what if it’s you?”

you froze, taken aback at the boldness, but jeonghan had already began rephrasing his words.

“i’m not saying i’m in love with you,” that one hurt, but what did you expect? “i mean what if one of the members start liking you? or what if you start liking one of them?”

so much for him being an option.

“it won’t happen. they’re all adults, they won’t do anything more than a blowjob if they think they’ll somehow get more attached. and me,” your eyes fell on his fourth finger and the ring that circled around it. you can’t be selfish, that’s not what you’re here for. you shifted your gaze onto his, trying to provide some sense of reassurance to support your words. “don’t worry about me.”

“whatever you say, my princess.”

his, out of 13, he said you were his. you want to be his. could you be his?

“anything for you, my prince.”

#jeonghan imagines #jeonghan smut #yoon jeonghan smut #jeonghan x reader #seventeen smut #seventeen x reader #jeonghan scenarios #svt fic #jeonghan fic #seventeen fanfic #jeonghan fanfic #svt smut

[mirily09]

Some small povs, I wanted 2 share <3

Sharing ur dorm bed with Rafe wasn't easy at all, at least for him. U had a small bed that measured 120×200 cm, which didn't exactly accommodate your 188cm tall boyfriend in a comfortable way. There was nothing to do, though, in order to see you with your busy campus schedule, Rafe had to compromise. He had tried a 100 times to convince u to let him rent u a nice flat with a good-sized bed, but u couldn't agree. He was so generous and spoiled u whenever he could, so u didn't feel like it was fair to take even more. Also, secretly, u loved squeezing tight to his big muscled frame in your small bed.

*after sex he'd lay splayed out on the small space, tugging u to his side. One hand on the soft, naked curve of ur ass and the other under his head. Your body front pressing to his torso and ur hand on his stomach, breathing heavily from his high. He'd ask "u okay doll?" and you'd smile, nodding into his chest. U wouldn't want it any other way.

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Rafe picking u up from an outing w ur friends by literally picking u up and carrying u- one hand under ur ass, the other on ur back. Ur girl friends just smile knowingly at Rafe who gives them a smirk. U just bury ur head in his neck, breath in his scent and hold him tight after missing him all day long. He'd walk out of the building proudly, not caring about anyone's looks. U were his girl.

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Rafe has been downstairs on the balcony for hours now, discussing business with the always smirking Barry. U usually avoided seeing him, as his dirty looks made u uncomfortable. Rafe did shout at Barry whenever he noticed and had once even punched him, but that didn't keep Barry from sneaking small glances.

As much as u hated the unwanted attention though, your need for Rafe had grown to such measures that u didn't care anymore. U went downstairs and saw both men sitting on the big, comfy garden chairs facing each other. Barry smoked a cig, listening to Rafe who was currently busy explaining something. U opened the glass door, getting both of their attention with Rafe greeting u "Hi pretty girl.", he seemed to be in a good energetic mood. "Hi baby! Missed ya up there", u smiled at him and shortly gave a polite nod to Barry who smirked at you. "Come here!", Rafe patted his lap, signaling you to take a seat. You walked over to Rafe's chair but instead of sitting down as he expected, you put your legs on each side of Rafe's, facing him and placing a small kiss on cheek before laying your head on his shoulder. Your boyfriend looked surprised but still let you stay, pulling your dress down that had slightly exposed your upper legs and rested his hand right above your ass. He continued his conversation while typing on his phone with the free hand. Barry listened while Rafe gave his orders. U were satisfied, feeling your boyfriend's muscled chest against yours, his strong hand on your back and his scent in your nose. In the background u heard Rafe scolding Barry to not check out ur butt on his lap; u couldn't care less though. The more u felt of Rafe, the more u wanted. How could u get him to send Barry away and be with you? U moved your head a little closer to his neck to play soft kisses to his skin, nearing the one place near his jaw that he usually couldn't resist. Before you had reached it, Rafe turned his head to u, whispering "What's going on, doll?". "You've been working for hours now.. can't I convince u to send Barry away for now?", u smiled against his skin, pressing another kiss to his velvety skin. Before he could answer, u heard Barry shuffle in his seat and Rafe snapping at him "getting hot of my girlfriend or what?". "She's putting on a show, it's not my fault bro!". "Get outta here man and get yourself a girl!", Rafe told him in a cold, menacing tone that made Barry jump to his feet, excuse himself with a dumb smile and making sure to quickly leave the grounds. With Barry out of sight, Rafe gripped the plush flesh of your ass with both his hands, turning his head to you and murmuring "u satisfied now, princess?". "Very!", u kissed his lips.

#rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron #rafe x reader #slightly suggestive

[tobifuyu]

Die For You • Chapter 01

RAN HAITANI x f!reader

You’re losing me: And I wouldn’t marry me either, a pathological people pleaser, who only wanted you to see her.

cw: nsfw, mdni, slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, eventual smut, smut, fluff, angst, references to depression, drugs, panic attacks, blood and violence, prostitution, basically anything that has to do with bonten, protective haitani ran, sanzu haruchiyo is his own warning.

Masterlist. | Previous Chapter.

Pah's wedding had finally come to an end. Straight out of a fucking movie, Chizu had whispered to Chifuyu when Hina had caught the bouquet.

They are now walking back home, just the two of them, Kazutora had chosen to stay behind and have a drink with Inupi. The odd pair had become unusually close through the years despite how she thought their past would clash. After all, Kazutora was the one who had killed Inupi's mentor.

Chizu guesses people could say the same about his relationship with the pet shop's owner and herself. They had picked up Kazutora when he got out of juvie and offered him a place to stay, a job, and comfort as he navigated back into the world after 10 years of being locked away. But most of all, forgiveness.

It took Chifuyu a couple of years to come to terms with it, not the fact that Baji was gone itself, but how it wasn't Kazutora's fault entirely. For Chizu, that had never even gone into question.

She grow up alongside her brother and Kazutora and knew how much the former loved him. So much he was willing to die for him. So who was she to question it?

She had always thought of how unfair it was, that Keisuke chose to die for Kazutora and Mikey, instead of living for her and Chifuyu.

"Hold onto each other." He had told them. Maybe that was why when the two had to be dragged away from his cold body, they had grabbed ahold of one another, with blood still staining their clothes and held on for days on end, until no more salty tears were coming out of puffy eyes and the sobs stopped shaking their smaller bodies.

Baji Keisuke had died to protect Kazutora and Mikey, to protect Toman.

So when the first stages of grief stopped clouding the mind of a then-younger Chizu, she decided her life purpose was to make sure her brother had not died in vain.

She would hold onto Chifuyu, forgive Kazutora, and save Mikey for her brother.

Not too long after it, Chifuyu and her had come to their first agreement of many.

"So he's back, huh."

"Fucking finally, that moron."

"Y'know it's only been something like 2-3 seconds for him, right Fuyu?"

"Yeah, but he made us wait 12 freaking years, I get to be mad." But he isn't and she knows, 'cause a smile is stretching his pretty lips so hard that his pearly whites are showing. Chizu likes it when he gets like this, he hasn't been this happy in a while.

She'd hate to ruin the mood but she feels like if she doesn't ask she might just choke on it, the question that is rising up her throat so fast she feels like vomiting.

"Is he happy?"

"Seems like it, yeah."

"Does he know, babe?" She adds the pet name to sweeten the pill.

At a very young age, surrounded by mostly boys, she quickly realized that her womanhood was a double-edged sword, so she learned how to use her voice, her manners, and her body to get what she wanted. It's not like she ever enjoyed flaunting herself, far from it, but even now she doesn't know any better. Most men are simple, and she is not a woman of many talents, but a smart one at that, always trying to make do with what she is given.

"Draken-kun and I stuck to the plan, he doesn't need to know as of now..."

"That's the dumbest thing I've heard this week!" But with Chifuyu, Chizu never learned to hide her rough edges. "You and Draken both, are dumb pieces of shit. Withholding something like that from the man that saved your asses!" She shakes her head disapprovingly, freeing herself from the grip he had on her hand. "Just know that if it comes to it, I won't lie to Takemichi. He deserves to know the truth. I don't care if you both selfishly wanna keep your perfect little future. Mikey is lost, and after all Michi has gone through to save him, he deserves to know."

Hearing her words, it's like a switch flips off inside Chifuyu's head, and all the pent-up anger comes rushing out of his mouth like an avalanche carrying away sweet little old Chifuyu.

"You're joking, right? Me and Draken, selfish? Perfect little future? Emma-chan is dead, and Draken-kun’s plan after having to sit through that fucking wedding is to visit her grave. Baji-san died in my arms twelve fucking years ago and I dream about it every single shitty night you don't come back home because you're out doing god knows what-" He grips her shoulders to steady her body and looks into her wide eyes.

He realizes her lower lip is trembling, and he knows he's gone too far. He also knows she can take it, Chizu's a big girl, but whenever her brother is mentioned it's like her mind goes back to that junkyard. He can sense she's far away now.

"I just- he just came back, give him some time to adjust. Some time to be with Hina-chan, that's what he deserves." At this point, his thumbs are rubbing circles on the skin left bare by the sleeves of her pale lilac dress, a color he'd always found pretty on her, and always made sure to tell her so. "And what if... even if he came to know, doesn't mean he'll want to go back again. I hope he doesn't, Chizu. I- call me selfish, I don't care. I don't wanna lose you too."

She's rotating the ring on her finger as he speaks, feeling the weight of it and the friction against her skin. She doesn't know if it feels comforting or foreign, but when she raises to meet his stare, Chifuyu's eyes are so green that all she wants to do is kiss him, now.

She understands. Chifuyu, just like Takemichi, has spent years of his life sacrificing himself to make others happy, her included. For Chizu to be calling him selfish just because he wants to hold onto her a little longer is very ironic.

Isn't she doing the same thing by not telling him?

 

So when they reach their home in silence, she's the one who kisses him once the door closes behind his back. The pillowy feeling of his lips against hers is so welcomed after such a long day of pretending, just like the heat he brings to her body when he grabs her waist and presses against her. The slip dress is thin, she can feel the rough fabric of his suit and she drops her head back while he descends his kisses down the column of her neck, holding the back of it with one of his hands tangled in the root of her hair.

She wants him to pull, she likes when he's rough. They've only ever been with one another, and the other's body is no secret to either one of them. When she begs “Fuyu, please” with that whiny voice of hers, she doesn't have to ask twice. He would give her anything and everything.

So he makes his hands run down the side of her body, ‘cause he likes to touch her just as much as he likes to taste her, and grasps a handful of her tighs, lifting her with her arms around his neck while he walks the way to their room, mouths never parting from each other if not for the occasional moan that leaves her pretty, now kissed raw, lips.

—

The morning after, Chizu decides to bring Chifuyu lunch at work (which she used to do all the time when he first opened up the shop, mostly to have an excuse to see him throughout their busy and different work schedules). Her off day is not an eventful one so far. She still has to pick up her crappy car from Draken and Inupi’s, but she has no rush to do so.

As she walks to the building her mind is somewhere else. She can still hear Naoto’s words ringing inside her ears from previously this week. She had been feeling guilty for a long time, but ever since his reprimand she kept picking herself apart for not being truthful with Chifuyu about her job, and her clouded mind ends up being her demise. This time, Chizu cannot stop herself from noticing them, as she has done in the past.

She has a hand on the handle while the other is holding onto the bento box that she has happily prepared, still giddy from the night before, and the cloth tied with a ribbon over it is as red as the apple of his cheeks when the noise of the bell startles him, making him take a rushed step away from the brunette who’s back is to her.

He doesn’t have to turn around, she’d recognize him anywhere, and she mentally chastises herself for realizing too late how their similarity is most likely what makes it so enjoyable for her to drive around on his bike.

Kazutora looks just like Keisuke with his back turned, damned be his dyed hair. That’s the same view he must’ve had of my brother right before stabbing him, she thinks.

Chizu also realizes it must be the reason why Chifuyu never opens his eyes when he kisses them both, any long dark hair he can grab onto will do, right?

Standing still and lost in thoughts, she flinches the moment the box of food reaches the ground filling the silent space between them with a resounding thump. Her grip had wavered, and now with wide eyes and anger pumping through her veins as if it were laced with her own blood, she fully takes a step inside and lets the door of the shop close behind her figure.

She doesn’t know exactly why she’s mad. Didn’t she know about it already? She had always known about Chifuyu’s little crush on her older brother, ever since the day the latter brought him home to eat that cheap yakisoba of his. Keisuke had approached her after the blond had left to enthusiastically tell her how he had “Found a nice guy for you to get over stupid Mikey”. But in actuality, he hadn’t, and she hadn’t.

Is she mad because the last 12 years were nothing but a lie she had gladly believed? The bruises of last night are still fresh on her skin and now stinging like an open wound, reminding her of how she had given herself to him willingly and had selfishly believed his “I love you”. Or is it because she suspects Kazutora is just as much of a victim in all of this?

Kazutora, whom all his life had never been able to tell apart who cared about him from who didn’t.

But Chifuyu isn’t cruel like that. Then is she mad because he finally found what she had failed to give him for over a decade in someone else?

Maybe… just maybe, she’s mad because she feels like she has to be. She has to keep pretending, holding onto her façade so that everything can go as smoothly as planned. The timing is excellent, this is her way out.

This is the only way she can do this without ending up as the bad guy. She has unfortunately always cared about appearances. She could come out of it clean, without ever having to tell him about that and then inevitably alarming every single one of their friends.

The problem is, she has also always been incredibly proud, and nothing but a sore loser. And when you mix these two, you get a cold-ass bitch who doesn’t know when to hold her tongue, ready to pierce through people’s hearts with it.

She craves to hit where it hurts the most and takes pleasure in knowing that she can knock people down a couple of pegs by simply not giving a fuck. When she gets like this, no remark can even phase her.

Until she comes down from the high and ends up crying about it alone in her room. She doesn’t enjoy being mean, it just happens. And there’s no stopping it now, not when Chifuyu pretends like nothing has happened. Yeah, she might’ve been willing to close a blind eye in the past, but she was done being played with like she was stupid.

A slow clapping is what accompanied her bittersweet laugh, “Oh, I see how it is.”

Both of them stay uncharacteristically quiet, but they know nothing could be said to save the situation anymore. Kazutora finally turns to face her, and the sight of his apologetic face sends her over the edge. He pities her, she doesn’t like it.

“I hope you know Kazutora, that he’s just using you because you’re the next best thing to my brother. You definitely have something that I don’t.”

His eyes are big like saucers, but he doesn’t dare to say anything back. Chifuyu, on the other hand, looks offended, as if he wasn't shoving his tongue down their friend’s throat just now.

“Chizu, I understand you're mad but don't take it too far.”

“I don’t even know what to say to you,” she scoffs, and he moves closer to her, extending his arms to grab at her frame and rub over her skin like he usually does when she gets distraught, “Don’t touch me.”

Chifuyu drops his hold, and Chizu moves as if to leave but he calls out to her, “Please, we need to talk about this, just hear me out.”

She can see Kazutora in her peripheral, rubbing his neck out of embarrassment.

“You need to move on.”

“Rich coming from you out of all people.”

He’s right , I’m a hypocrite. I’m doing all of this so that I can finally run off and look for him , and he doesn’t even know.

“Well, at least Mikey is not dead.”

 

The moment those words leave her lips she knows there is no going back. Chifuyu looks at her as if she’s the one who had stabbed Baji in the first place. The sadness in his emerald eyes reflects the feeling of betrayal that she, herself, is feeling on the inside

Serves him well.

“Don’t come looking for me.” she warns both of them as she leaves the shop, heart-wrenching as those words resound in her head.

She will never forget the faces they made as she walked away. Chizu wishes that in another life – another timeline – all four of them could have been happy together.

—

Chizu doesn’t cry as she walks to the bike shop, nor when Draken takes her upstairs to his shared apartment and sits her down on the couch.

“What happened?” He knows her, so he can tell something is wrong.

“I found Chifuyu kissing someone else.”

She doesn’t have to say whom, Draken already knows, but he is taken aback all the same. He had never thought Chifuyu would do such a thing to her.

“I’m gonna kill him,” He whispers as he gets up from his crouched position in front of the couch, but she grasps his forearm before he can make his exit.

“No, I don’t care. I just needed to leave, can I crash here for a couple of days? Just until we move forward with the plan and I can get my shit together.”

“Knock yourself out,” he holds the hand that was grabbing at him and rubs over her knuckles with his thumb, “you know where everything is. You can wear some of my clothes.”

“Thank you, Ken, I appreciate it.”

 

When Drakes comes back to the apartment later that day, Chizu is trying to whip up something for dinner. She has never been much of a cook, so instant Ramen will do. She wanted to repay Ken’s kindness with a hot meal, so she plates it to make it look more presentable.

Inupi is trailing behind him, their faces look tired and their slumped shoulders are covered by overalls stained with dark greases.

When Inupi sees her he asks how she’s doing. He doesn’t know and she appreciates Draken for not airing out her dirty laundry, but she tells him all the same.

“I’m gonna kill him.” Same reaction.

God, these two spend too much time together.

Chizu calms him down, puts on her display of indifference, and doesn’t stop to think over what she’s feeling as she asks them to get cleaned to eat together.

Over dinner, they talk about what will happen this week. They go over their plan of staking out The Chano Club one more time. Chizu is excited until she isn’t, exhaustion catching up to her and making her fall asleep with her hands crossed over the table pillowing her heavy head.

 

The day after she wakes up in a bed. Draken must’ve carried her there, and she finds him asleep on the couch when she leaves the room for breakfast. Today the shop doesn’t open until the afternoon, so she lets him rest.

She thinks it’s sad how uncomfortable he looks with his big body resting on such a tiny piece of furniture, and swears to take the couch tonight.

The boredom makes itself known as she lazes around the apartment while the two are working till the evening, avoiding visiting them at the shop downstairs in fear of Chifuyu or Kazutora showing up looking for her.

Inupi comes up to check on Chizu and finds her cleaning the apartment. “You don’t have to,” he tells her, but she’s trying to do everything in order not to think.

He realizes and suggests she orders takeout for the night, he’s gonna pick up some beers so the three of them can have a small party to clear their heads.

Chizu can hold her alcohol, but she figures out pretty soon that Draken and Inupi out-drink her, most likely because she is not one to do so often.

Her problem, whenever she gets drunk, is that her filter completely shuts off and lets her air her thoughts without a single care in the world.

Mid-dinner she starts to feel the beers get to her and is suddenly reminded of the ring she has yet to take off. It’s like its metal is burning around her finger, shiny emerald stone – the color of his eyes – staring back at her, judging Chizu for her lack of sadness.

Her face is now wet with tears, and sobs shake her body like an unexpected earthquake.

The rest of the evening is spent on the couch, Inupi and Draken trying to sober up and comfort a tipsy Chizu.

“I don’t even know who’s truly at fault,” she whispers with her head resting on Seishu’s shoulder, he’s rubbing her side as she finally talks about what’s been bothering her for the past two days, “He never looked at me like that, right?”

Ken and Inupi look at each other, confused as to whether she wants them to reply or just sit and listen.

“‘s not his fault anyway… I have a picture of Mikey on my nightstand,” Chizu laughs at that, playfully shoving Draken before adding “He thought we were sleeping together some time ago. Crazy, right??”

Inupi decides that’s his clue to head to bed, and leaves the poor men to deal with a now sleepy Chizu, who falls asleep on the other’s shoulder soon after she was pushed against it by the former.

 

Chizu comes to a couple of hours later, Draken is still sitting near, on the couch, phone in hand as he scrolls through it. When he notices the girl is awake, he grabs the glass of water sitting on the small table in front of them before she can complain about getting a headache.

“You were saying all kinds of stuff, you know?”

“I’m sorry Ken,” she says as she swallows the pill he passes to her, “I think it didn’t hit me until now.”

“It’s normal, your life is changing. It’s more about losing that comfort. But I’m here for you,” he brings up a hand to stroke one of her scrunched brows, “I want you to know that.”

She raises her gaze to stare up at his big frame, dark eyes fixed on her reddening face. Draken truly is a sight to see, his black hair is now out of his usual ponytail and framing his pale skin, making the rosy of his lips stand out even more. She reaches out to brush a strand away from his face, “Thank you, Ken. I’m sorry for giving you this much trouble.”

“Don’t even say that, I love it when you’re here,” her breath catches in her throat, but she doesn’t stop stroking his cheek with the pad of her thumb, “Inupi does too, of course.”

He coughs to cover up his embarrassment, but as she leans her head over his hand, his heart rate picks up. She’s so pretty, he thinks.

He’s too scared to move and curses himself for his selfish thoughts. She was crying about her broken engagement not even two hours ago, he reasons, and she’s still wearing the ring. He realizes he’s never seen her wear it before, if not when she was out with Chifuyu himself.

“What are you thinking about?” Chizu asks because she doesn’t like being kept in the dark, but also because she recognizes that glint in his eyes.

“It’s nothing-“

“Ken, it’s okay.”

“I want to kiss you.”

She doesn’t know if it’s because she’s so used to having someone by her side and she’s withdrawing, or because his dark eyes remind her of someone else.

Or it might be simply because Draken is Draken: he’s loyal, caring, and – honestly – so fucking hot. Her mind is fucked up, she’s aware of it.

No matter the reason why, she’s the one who gets closer to him, chest pushing against his side as her hand cups his strong jawline, redirecting his face towards hers, a couple of inches below.

He stares at her while she presses her soft lips against his and doesn’t dare close his eyes while she simply pecks at them.

“Are you sure you wanna kiss me? You seem quite unresponsive,” she giggles against his mouth, making him let out a groan as he finally gives in.

He wraps Chizu in strong arms, making her sit on his thighs to get her as close as possible, mouth parting to slot their lips together, kissing her back with fierceness.

Chizu shivers in his grip when he tangles one hand in her hair, pulling as he exposes her neck. Needy wet kisses are pressed against the skin as she pants for air, “Fuck, Ken.”

“Don’t say a word,” he hushes her, covering her mouth with his once again. This time he runs the tip of his tongue over her bottom lip, asking for entrance, she gladly accepts and moans at his taste, not even bothering to fight for dominance as he’s overpowering her in all aspects.

She feels herself getting wet and knows they’re pushing their boundaries. She has never hooked up with anyone, but Draken feels so good under her.

Unconsciously, she starts moving her hips against his, chasing the friction that so deliciously comes from rubbing against the cock hardening underneath his sweatpants.

He grunts at that, grabbing her hips with two big hands and angling her so that his tip can slide against her covered clit.

“Fuck, I can feel how wet you are-“

“Ken, please.”

“Tell me to stop, tell me to stop now or I’ll fuck you right here on this couch.”

That line is tempting, the feeling of his cock, and how big it is, even more so. But when she meets his eyes once again, she’s reminded of who’s the man underneath her.

Her best friend, for fuck’s sake, they’ve known each other for years.

Chizu still remembers when Emma died. They shouldn’t be doing this.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers as she pulls away from him. Draken is not mad, just slightly flustered. He makes sure to reassure her by leaving a caste kiss on her forehead.

“Let’s get you to bed, shall we?” He says after they’ve spent some minutes trying to catch their breath and calm themselves. He’s silently rubbing her hips with both of his thumbs as they look everywhere but at one another.

“Do you mind if I sleep on the bed with you, tonight? I won’t touch you, I swear.”

“I was thinking about taking the couch, you looked uncomfortable this morning.”

“It’s fine if you don’t wanna, but I won’t let you sleep out here.” He says while standing up, holding Chizu to him as they head to his bedroom.

“I guess we can cuddle then.” She accepts while giggling. Draken is a gentleman, and he’s too good to her. He doesn’t deserve to be used. She wants to make sure there’ll never be any awkwardness or hard feelings between them.

—

When Chizu wakes up her head is pounding, a headache due to the big crying session she couldn't escape from the night before. Light is peering from the white curtains shading the small window and as she reaches around the bed, she realizes she was left alone in the room.

She can hear the sounds of cooking and hushed arguing behind the door, so she makes her way to the kitchen without even checking her appearance in the mirror, knowing the two of them had seen her in worse conditions already.

Draken and Inupi are moving around the small area, bodies too big to not be knocking against one another every now and then, but their dexterity comes from living under the same roof for such a long time.

Inupi is not surprised to see her, nor particularly happy, probably having been made aware of the situation. She has stepped out of Draken’s room wearing one of his white shirts.

The thing is that Inupi cares about both of them deeply, and doesn’t want either to suffer over something so stupid, a kiss that could’ve been avoided easily if only they had not given in to the heat of the moment. Even more so, the crazy plan they’ve been devising for tonight.

He moves out of her way then, sending her a glare as he brings his plate of food along to his room, planning on eating alone.

When she meets Draken’s eyes she shies away from his gaze. And that’s exactly what she has been dreading since the night before. Even her sleep got messed up from the idea of fucking up their lifelong friendship.

“Here, eat something. Gotta be in top form for tonight.”

Yeah, tonight. She has been staying at their apartment for a couple of days now, and her and Draken’s plan – mostly hers, but he will only come to find out about that later on – has been refined up to the littlest detail.

“Don’t mind Inupi,” he adds, “he’s just being protective, as always.”

She knows that. Chizu had met Inupi when he joined Toman years ago and was taken aback by his brashness at first. They hadn’t gotten around to talking to each other for a couple of years, as she was intimidated by his aura, and figured he didn’t care about getting to know her. On the other hand, Inupi just didn’t feel like making an effort whenever he got a glimpse of her ever-present angry face, considering she was known in the delinquent world for having the same short temper as her brother and a knack for picking up fights with any men.

When the time had come for Inupi and Draken to open up the bike shop together, they got used to each other's presence and eventually became close friends. Draken had been elated, Chifuyu a little less, considering he felt disrespected by the men for whatever reason (she figured both their obsessing over Takemichi had something to do with it).

Inupi had shared with Chizu, on a drunken night at first, but then again with a clearer head, the story of his scar. He had told her about Kokonoi Hajime, one of the very men she is after.

She knew about Seishu’s sister and what it did to their relationship, and she had watched him cry as he, still, silently grieved both his older sister and his missing friend – or lover, she had reasoned.

Seishu and Chizu had boned over the grief of losing their loved ones: siblings to death, and lovers to Bonten.

So she had come to know him eventually and could read his mood even from his apparent apathetic face.

“He’s right, the kiss was a mistake-“

“He’s just anxious about tonight-“

They speak in unison, and it takes her a second to understand that he’s not concerned about that at all, unlike her. He looks distraught for a second but composes himself before gesturing at her to sit down and have her breakfast. He leaves the room without another word.

Chizu knows he’s mad, and wonders if they both hadn’t fallen for the Sano siblings back then, maybe they could’ve worked out.

 

As night falls, Inupi had to shake off his fears and concerns to help Chizu get ready, as promised.

The dress he had bought for her was a simple black one, on the shorter side, with arms covered and a low neckline. They had tried going for the classy look, knowing they would have to look the part to get inside the expensive club in Roppongi.

“Wish I could borrow your Louboutines, ‘nupi…” she sighs, acting sad as to strategically make him feel bad enough to give in.

“My feet are like twice your size. And you can barely walk in heels as it is.”

That’s not true… she pouts. Inupi thinks sometimes she reminds him of Akane. They’re nothing alike, really, so maybe he’s lying to himself because he can’t help but like the idea of the two of them being somewhat of a sibling figure to one another.

He hopes tonight will go smoothly, he can’t bear the thought of losing another person.

Draken makes his way inside the room and shoots them a smile, “Ready? You look lovely, by the way.”

Chizu genuinely smiles at that, Draken has always been nothing but a gentleman to her, and after feeling like an ugly and crying mess for the past week, she deserves to get a compliment.

He’s dressed in a simple black shirt and dress pants, it reminds her of his early complaints about feeling like a clown when they had first started their search for Bonten from club to club, months ago. He must’ve gotten used to this by now, she thinks. He looks good.

Seishu does something so uncharacteristically sweet that would have nearly made her cry right there and there if she hadn’t spent the past forty minutes or so carefully applying makeup. He hugs her to his side, patting the top of her crown before releasing her.

“Don’t do anything reckless, Chizu.”

—

The inside of the club is dark, they have yet to approach the dance floor but they can already feel their skin starting to dampen with sweat beneath their clothes at the sight of the crowd swaying amongst each other. The air is anything but breathable, smoke swirling up from the elegant red booths circling the perimeter of the lower level of the club.

Above their heads is a balcony-like area that allows the VIP patrons to stare down at the sweaty mass with a lustful gaze from the privacy of their lounges, each of them looking for the innocent victim of the night, ready to max out their cards in exchange of pleasurable favors.

Chizu and Draken have already been to this specific club, in one of their past scouting they even managed to get a glimpse up the stairs at the closed doors of the rooms inhabiting the upper floor. The private spaces have been known to accommodate a particular kind of crowd. The kind of crowd that would engage in prostitution and exchange of illegal substances.

Unfortunately, without a mandate, this kind of underground work is the only thing that could help her confirm that.

Draken walks a few steps behind her frame, taking seriously his role of personal bodyguard, under Inupi’s vehement advice. In reality, he knows she can take care of herself, but having someone to watch your back in a situation as dangerous as this one, makes both of them feel better about it all.

What if we find Mikey tonight? he wonders. They have been trying to bait him out of the shadows for a long time. They are the only appropriate people who can complete the job.

The three of them had always been together.

Mikey, Draken, Chizu. Toman’s strongest.

Ten years have passed since their time together, how would any of them react to seeing each other after such a long time? Would Mikey even care enough to spare them? Chizu’s a detective, snooping around Bonten’s business. Draken thinks it over, and feels scared for the first time in a while, watching her walk in front of him with the confidence of someone who has nothing to lose, and finally realizes his mistake.

 

She has nothing to lose, her ten years long relationship has just ended on an ugly note, the promise of living a peaceful and happy life gone just like her brother; her job is the one thing pushing her towards this madness in the first place.

“Chizu, I think we should-” he tries to talk over the bass shaking the ground, but as they keep merging amongst the partygoers, they reach the center of the oval dance floor.

The DJ booth is in front of them, a raised platform extends behind it, a railing protecting the people in its confinement from falling over as they lean forward.

Chizu stares ahead, right at that area, the LED lights of the screen behind it making it hard to focus on what or who resides in it. She can make out the silhouettes of those peering down at them. Strobe flashes blinding her as she tries to meet their eyes. She squints, nothing still.

“I liked you when we were kids.” Draken has gotten closer, his voice more clear over the tune of a catchy pop song.

“What?” she’s taken aback, but acts like she didn’t hear him properly, and keeps facing the direction of the spot hidden in the shadows.

“I liked you, back when we were in Toman, for a little bit. The kiss yesterday meant something, to me.”

She thinks Draken is rarely this straightforward. He is blunt, but not very honest when it comes to feelings. That’s what made him lose Emma years back. She feels sorry for him but doesn’t turn around.

What Draken doesn’t know is that she never had anything to lose to begin with. She doesn’t think she has felt that sense of happiness and belonging that she used to feel in Toman ever again, since her brother died. After that, she only ever felt buried. Under an ever-growing pile of responsibilities she took on to make sure she could go back to those times.

“Take care of each other,” Keisuke had told her and Chifuyu as he was dying. And they had done that for the longest time until it was unbearable. “Forgive Kazutora,” Check.

“Save Mikey.”

Had her brother known back then that Mikey’s mental illness would deteriorate to such an extent? She doesn’t know, but she was never one to back out from a fight. That’s what most people liked about her. Some more than others.

—

Leaning on the railing and staring down at the crowd are the lazy eyes of Haitani Ran.

He looks pensive, two long fingers balancing a cigarette he’s barely smoking as he thinks of a reason why they’re all standing in one of his best clubs. Bonten executives rarely hit nightclubs together, especially not any of his, for safety reasons and also because, except for him and his brother, most of them are not really the partying type.

He wonders what he must’ve done to piss off Mikey so much he’s being put through this hell. He hates being left without a clue of what is going on.

Haitani Ran is one of the most perceptive people there is out there.

At first glance, people would think of him as the less intelligent brother. His downturned eyes never fixated on anything, and the blank stare giving the impression of someone who’s spaced out. Not a single thought inside that pretty head of his. But, as much as he doesn’t like when people underestimate him, he also truly doesn’t give a shit.

Being underestimated has brought him so far as being one of the top executives of Bonten, his skills unrivaled even amongst them.

The truth is that Ran knows how to read people and how to manipulate them, a little too well. Some would say it must be a mix of luck and pretty privilege, but in reality, he’s just too smart for anyone’s good.

That’s why, whenever he fails to foresee what goes on behind Mikey’s blank stare and firm orders, he gets unreasonably annoyed. Especially if it has something to do with his own business, his and his brother’s very first club, which had cashed them a pretty penny back in their starting days.

 

“What are you looking at,” Rindou, who’s as always standing right beside him, asks with his usual brash tone, “You’ve been staring intensely at the dance floor like it has all the answers you need in this world.”

“Nothing,” he flicks his cig before taking a puff, “Thought I recognized someone in the crowd.”

Is that what they’re all here for? Mikey has never really given a fuck about the police. The thought of being caught not even on his mind as they have always been able to buy their way out of anything, thanks to Kokonoi’s funds and Akashi’s experience and connections in the underworld. But lately, he seems to have been stressing over something, or rather someone.

It was Ran himself who had caught her at first. He could recognize her face even after all these years, especially as she kept reappearing in most of his clubs, wandering around with none other than Ryuguji Ken, whose tattoo was hard to miss or mismatch.

He quickly put two and two together, understanding that the detective was trying to get dirt on them by starting in the easiest place, a place where she could see all of it go down at once.

Drugs, prostitution, money laundering. Their clubs were the starting point of it all. But he had let her do so, making sure to tell his bouncers to always let her in when he was around.

Honestly, he had always been intrigued by Baji Chizu. Ever since their first meeting 17 years ago. He knows she doesn’t back down from a fight, so he’d like to see how far along she can go before Mikey himself decides to kill her. He guesses the time has finally come.

As he tries to look for her in the crowd, Mikey calls them over. Rindou sits beside him on the leather seat, Kakucho on the other side, the one closer to Mikey.

Behind their boss, with his hands clasped behind his back and a straight, military-like, posture, stands Sanzu. Ran thinks Sanzu looks different tonight, vigilant, lucid. The drugs must have yet to hit.

When Mikey starts to talk they all lean closer to hear him over the music. He’s not one to yell, but he doesn’t expect them to miss a single word.

“A detective that has been insistently looking into our affairs is present tonight. I had a fake leak go around about the Haitani selling the place to specifically loom them here.”

Right on the money. Ran is rarely wrong, after all.

Mikey is slouched back in his chair, careless demeanor as usual. Black eyes fixed on his executives as he calls their attention, “Rindou, Ran. I need the two of you to drag the detective’s chaperone out of the club. Hold him down, knock him out for all I care. But he has to leave. Alive.”

Ran knows why he’s asking the two of them, Draken has quite a big frame and is known to be undeniably strong, their underlings would have to put up a fight and cause a scene to drag him out of the place. Rindou can easily block his joints as Ran dirties his hands after what feels like such a long time.

He’s gotten so used to guns he barely has any time to whip out his trusty baton, as of lately. So this will do. Where’s the fun in letting others do his job, after all?

“Sanzu, take care of the detective. You can choose how, but I need her alive.” Once again, he doesn’t seem to be willing to let his annoying friends die, yet.

Mikey never has to repeat himself, the executives stand up as they make their way down to the lower level of the club.

 

“Are you sure sending those three is a good idea?” asks Takeomi, who knows by now how hot-tempered and messy they can be. “We’re talking about your friends, after all. Someone is gonna end up dead.”

“Old acquaintances, and they’re gonna do what Mikey asked them to.” The one replying is Kakucho, whose calmness is ever-present as he sits back with his torso exposed. He doesn’t defend Mikey to Sanzu’s extent, but especially in front of other people, he likes to keep up with appearances.

Kokonoi is smirking while sipping on a martini, the classy drink looks fitting in his elegant hand. Kokonoi gets entertained with very little, relaxing comes easy to him when money is not on the table. However, if it were, you would see him fidget and panic by now.

“I’m gonna get our drivers know to go out back, I figured we’re gonna make a quick exit,” announces Mochi.

Mikey mumbles something in accordance while trying to peer down at the crowd for his spot, cross-legged.

He can’t see much, he’s gonna have to wait.

—

Chizu wants to rip the strobe lights from the hinges with her bare hands. It’s so annoying, how she’s getting momentarily blinded every time she stares up.

She turns around to tell Draken that she wants to get closer. She wants to try and get upstairs this time. But Draken is not there anymore.

“Ken?” Chizu calls his name loudly, but she knows it’s unlikely for him to hear her, mentally cursing herself because she should’ve stayed closer.

Chizu guesses she must act on the second part of the plan now, the one Draken was not even aware of. The one she needs to carry on by herself. She just wishes Inupi and Draken will forgive her for it.

But as she takes some steps towards the stairs, she catches Ken’s big frame getting carried away by two others.

It’s a blur of purples, so she runs to follow them, getting closer to the exit that by now she knows opens up in a back alley.

One moment she is pushing against people to make way, the next her body is being held back by two long arms.

“Eh eh,” she hears the man snicker, his sinister and familiar voice making dread fill her throat like bitter bile.

Something is so terribly wrong in his embrace, but because of the adrenaline cursing through her veins, she can’t feel the sting of the blade piercing the skin of her belly until she looks down and sees his blood-stained hand, Bonten tattoo branded on the inside of his forearm.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time, Chizu-chan,” strands of pink colored hair slip past her shoulder as he leans forward, but she can barely see anymore, her eyes foggy, the crimson of the blood fresh in her mind like the day her brother had died.

She doesn’t feel herself falling, Sanzu holds her tight as she passes out. He thinks she’s weaker than she used to be, he could slice her neck open right there and get this over with, but he can feel the wrath of his King looming over him.

What a stupid girl you are, Sanzu thinks as he lifts her body into his arms.

—🎴—

Next Chapter.

#ran haitani #ran smut #ran haitani smut #ran x reader #ran haitani x reader #ran x you #ran haitani x you #ran x y/n #ran haitani x y/n #ran x oc #ran imagines #ran haitani imagines #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers #bonten smut #bonten #chifuyu x reader #mikey x reader #draken x reader #rinzu #kokonui #kazufuyu #sanzu haruchiyo #manjiro sano

[sidsinning]

OOF OK THIS ONES PRETTY DEEP STRAP IN

It’s hard to talk about Ariel without diving into the movie itself so this gonna be long lol

Ariel is actually an amazing character for half the movie RIGHT up to the point she enters the whole voiceless arc. She's so multilayered and her actions in the movie make a lot of sense because of her age and strained relationship with her father. People call her spoiled, a brat, or dumb bc she gave up everything she had for “a boy”. Which if you’ve seen my track record by now, you’ll know I disagree with lol.

Ariel is free spirited, adventurous, naive, daring, bubbly, curious, etc. She knows she doesn’t want to just be a pretty bird who sings to please everyone, but that’s the role she has been condemned to. No one sees Ariel, they see her prized voice. The beautiful princess with the angelic voice. She is told what to think and want by everybody around her and when she tries to express otherwise, no one listens to her. Everyone listens to her voice, but not what she’s saying.

1.) Ariel is not selfish or spoiled. She is someone who knows she has a (mostly) loving family. She has been forced into hiding her true thoughts and desires because her father only reacts negatively, always screaming at her and silencing her whenever she tries to explain herself. She doesn’t constantly complain or snap at people when she doesn’t get what she wants, only getting angry when her father screams at her first and when Sebastian snitches on her which causes her entire safe space to be destroyed.

2.) She. Is. A. Teenager. She is in a very tumultuous time in her life with many emotions running rampant which, if not properly cared for, WILL cause her to make rash decisions and rebel. I am not only referring to the Big Moment where she becomes human, I mean those subtle actions like swimming to the surface when forbidden to and secretly hoarding countless human artifacts in a small cave. Small little things that are the brightest part of her day. It is only when her father is at his most abusive, angrily destroying all her most valued possessions right in front of her, does Ursula take advantage of her, stealing her voice to make that horrible deal, IMMEDIATELY when she is at her most broken down.

Now, I know people immediately run to “wow, she gave up her entire amazing life and precious family just to be with this dude who doesn’t even know she exists just like that?” No. She has always desperately wanted to be human and explore what it’s like up on land for who knows how long, it’s Ursula who used her intense (and first!) crush on Eric to sweeten the deal. So, it wasn’t just for a boy.

See. Look at all that delicious character building. She has an I Want™  song and everything.

AND THEN THE VOICELESS ROMANCE ARC

Listen up I know what people say to defend this. Eric was entranced by Ariel’s voice just like everyone else when he first met her, but through those 3 days he had to get to know, and fall in love with, the real Ariel who wasn’t this angelic siren he pictured in his head. She puts forks in her hair, blows pipe smoke into people’s faces, rides horses across cliffs for the lols. When Ariel is in the human world she isn’t solely focused on Eric, she is living her dream, excitedly walking through streets on her feet as she’s always dreamed, exploring what the town has to offer.

But,,,they literally never properly communicate with one another on what’s going on in each other’s heads. Ursula says Ariel needs to make Eric fall for her in 3 days without her voice and Ariel is like, “How do I do that without talking???” Ursula basically goes lol men don’t care what you have to say you just need to be pretty.

And I know Eric doesn’t only like Ariel for her looks but,,,Ursula wasn’t exactly wrong??? Ariel doesn’t let him know about her interests, thoughts, feelings, nor does he ask for them. They go on the equivalent of one date where both seem to wanna see each other more after lol. Bc of that all the true love talk is very meh to me.

Basically once she becomes human, Ariel remains mostly passive for the rest of the movie. Her dad saves her from the contract, Eric saves her from Ursula (though I acknowledge her small lil save to Eric beforehand), then she becomes human forever and sails off into the sunset. The lesson she learns is sort of unclear here, even though she apologizes to her father. All her issues and mess ups are fixed for her in the end and she gets what she wants. It’s just unsatisfying to see how little of a role she plays at the end of the movie.

So, I don’t think Ariel is very admirable tbh, but I do think she is one of the most relatable princesses. A rebellious teenage girl with an overbearing father. She isn’t quite the strong feminist icon like Mulan or anything, but I do appreciate how much thought was put into her personality. She’s a fully realized and 3 dimensional person- emotional, driven, flawed, charming, gullible, bright, impulsive, etc. Which is really progressive looking at where she is in the timeline of Disney princess films. A step in the right direction. It's mainly the ending where I have the most criticism for with these movies lol.

SORRY THIS WAS LONG BUT MY FEELINGS ON TLM ARE EVEN LESS BLACK AND WHITE THAN SOME OF THE OTHER PRINCESSES

#ask #the little mermaid #ariel #sidrabbles #disney

[tomurasmoleunderhislip]

~League of villains members as things I said/done/whatever~

Y'all will think I'm messed up but oh well

Tomura: "yawned whole time and ate chips in front of psychologist while sitting next to best friend that was low key nervous and anxious (I was with best friend for support @wholelottawidows thas you dawg 💀), offered psychologist chips and later when I ate whole bag, I licked my fingers in front of both of them and picked my ear when psychologist wasn't watching."

+

"Drank like 3-4 mugs of coffee and monster energy drink in one day but still fell asleep anyway"

+

"What's the point of all these hard work if we will all die either way, sooner or later?"

+

"When having breakdown, I remember something funny and stupid which makes me burst into laughter and forget what I was crying so violently about"

Dabi: "I'll start working out this summer, just to be able to fist fight and beat up our dads one day"

+

"chased sibling with knife around house it was a joke just to scare him don't worry no one got hurt lol"

+

"Life is short make it shorter"

+

"Made my younger step sibling hit step father in the head few times with something"

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"Damn this headache fucking me in brain really hard now"

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"It is what it is (I would say that after I fucked up something 💀)"

Toga: "Slept with knife under my pillow few times"

+

"have one stabbed pillow on bed which is covered with old t shirt"

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"when I was a child I used to bring dead hedgehogs and mouses to my mother saying: Look at this poor kitty mom, let's help it!!! While the fucking animals were flattened like pancake and were literally full of ants and flies"

+

"Tried to snatch a street kitten once but failed and gave up"

Spinner: "Tried to eat cigarettes and rocks I found on ground as kid"

+

"I know I'm atheist and don't believe in that shit, but you hoes need Jesus"

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"one time i ran through a swarm of tiny flies and my mouth was opened since I was gasping for air because of running and some of these tinyass flies got into my mouth accidentally I could feel them in my throat and gave up from trying to spit damn bug out so I swallowed it 💀"

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"Who needs bitches when you have perfect sandwich"

Twice: "-Why is your nails painted pink? I mean you are mostly dressed in black it's surprising.

- Because I'm fucking fabulous"

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"Smoked one or two times my whole pack of cigarettes and than my best friend's whole pack of cigarettes in one day (dw she gave me it I didn't just stole it and smoked it without her permission and I'm not heavy smoker now 👍💀👍)"

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"Feels confident and looks at mirror whole time thinking how good I look, than after 30 minutes look at myself in mirror and either cry or laugh saying how dumb I look"

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"accidentally choked on my own spit few times"

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"Tried to help my best friend to get up one time because she fell but right when I got closer to her I tripped and fell as well"

Magne: "cold & badass women are daddies and cold & badass men are babygirls and pretty princesses"

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"Bullies my siblings but when someone else does it I go protective mode like: "I'm the only one that can bully this dumbasses"

Mr Compress and Kurogiri:

"I can't stand you bitches so I'm cutting my legs off"

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"Smacks siblings hand/head when they touch something they're not supposed to or something that's dangerous for them"

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"one time while I was making coffee, my younger brother came to me to bother me and annoy me out of boredom, so I told him to go away. He did go away but not really far away, he stood at one line of kitchen floor half of meter away from me, I saw what was he trying to do he was trying to provoke me so I was like: If you want to provoke me at least do it fucking right you idiot

And I grabbed him and pulled him with me as I stepped on the actual ending line of kitchen floor and left him there as I went back to making coffee for myself"

~We gotta go baba now ~

I apologize to all people that I told earlier I'm going to sleep, sorry y'all but this idea farted up on my mind and I had to write it immediately so that I don't forget it 😍😍😍

Got a lil distracted 😔😔😔😔

(I hope people won't unfollow me bc of this💀💀💀)

#shigaraki #tomura #league of villains #shigaraki x reader #tomura headcanons #tomura fluff #shigaraki fic #tomura x reader #shigaraki tomura #dabi headcanons #dabi #dabi x reader #dabi todoroki #dabi touya #todoroki touya #touya todoroki headcanons #touya fic #touya x reader #toga himiko #mha toga #toga x reader #himiko toga #toga headcanons #bnha spinner #spinner #spinner x reader #spinner mha #twice mha #mr compress #kurogiri

[cherryasagiri]

Case 3

Previous >>> Next

“Thank you for your help, Ron. You saved my butt!” Isshiki laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head before leaving Ron’s apartment. You had followed the two men to the crime scene, lurking far enough away not to cause any problems with the police. Your nerves went through the roof the entire time; you didn’t doubt his ability to solve the crime, but its sheer aftermath scared you. Ron had already explained his condition to Isshiki, the male not understanding what he meant until he witnessed it himself. There was a split second to think before the culprit obeyed Ron’s command, a second you didn’t have to make it to him.

In the past, you could never accompany Ron on his cases due to school, and said man never told you when he would be helping himself to them. He had a firm grasp on being strong enough to stop the condition from pressuring criminals to commit suicide whenever he caught them: from trying to close his eyes, turning around, to even using just a pad and paper to convey his thoughts and feelings. Despite his best efforts, nothing seemed to work. With his licenses gone and his pride stripped, Ron had nothing left to hold on to, so he became a recluse.

With Isshiki’s dumb luck and hyper-awareness, he was able to stop Ron from making another huge mistake with a culprit. At that moment, you felt like this man was sent to Ron from the gifts above, someone who can help Ron when you can’t. It's a sickening feeling not being able to help the man you love in a way that benefits him. However, Isshiki is someone you grew to trust with both of your lives within a short amount of time. It brings a massive smile to your face.

After watching Isshiki depart, you let out an intense sigh of relief. The day went by as smoothly as it could, with no tragedies; after the case was solved, it proved to be a step in the right direction in trying to find a cure for Ron’s condition. You turned away from the front door to see Ron lying on his mattress floor, excitement dancing on his features. A slight giggle left your lips as you pranced over to the sprawled-out male. You sat in front of his feet, smiling down at him as his eyes slowly glanced over to watch you. He proceeded to sit up, crossing his legs while thoroughly looking you in your eyes, searching them to see what’s on your mind. You scooted your way closer to him, closing the huge gap he made when he sat up and gave him a small, sincere smile. It has been a while since the two of you spent some time alone. With all your work, alone time like this is rare, so you both try and savor as much as possible.

It was a little awkward. Present was an audible silence between the two of you. There was something you wanted to say but couldn't find the perfect words to express how you were feeling. It was getting a bit too awkward because you both knew there needed to be a conversation now that Ron had decided to help Isshiki with his work. No one was willing to speak up, not wanting to break the calming yet nerve-wracking stillness that filled the air. After a while, your right hand slowly reached over to his, lightly touching his fingertips with your own while your eyes never break contact with his. It was gentle, slow, and loving. Your smaller digits snake their way through the gaps of his own, pressing gently on his knuckles with your fingers and caressing his thumb with your own, savoring the minimal touches you receive. With a sharp inhale, you began to speak, “I think I can already guess your answer to this, but I do have to ask, how did today make you feel?” you questioned, your left arm reaching over your body to grab at your right shoulder. With your other arm propped on your knee, you had enough support to rest your head on the hand that gripped your shoulder.

You watched Ron’s eyes grow wide before settling back to his usual stare. His pupils searched yours again, an exhale escaping his slightly parted lips before he responded, “It was like nothing I have experienced before. It's been a while since the last time I solved a case. However, this was different. I didn’t get soft, and I'm as sharp as ever. I want to do this again; I want to make Toto into the greatest detective that has ever been lucky to walk this earth, but… there's my condition…” he trailed off, no longer looking at you but at your intertwined hands. He gripped yours slightly, letting out yet another sigh before closing his eyes. Your smile never wavering, you moved closer to him, using your legs to pry open his so you could wrap your legs around his waist. The warm sensation of his hand is long gone, replaced with the cold feeling in his cheeks. You force the male to look at you once more, watching a soft smile tugged the corner of his lips while practically melting in your hands.

It's been a long time since you’ve been able to get this close to him. There have been days where he wouldn’t let you show any physical intimacy for months on end. You thought he was going through a nasty bout of depression, so you would try everything possible to assist him. It has been a painful time for you emotionally. There were days where you felt unloved, days where you felt like you were only a hindrance to his health, and other times, you just felt like giving up on the marriage. But the way he looked at you when he proposed, eyes pleading, begging you never to let him go. It was like he needed you and only you, so who were you to deny the man you’d loved for so long?

“Ron, you already know how important you are to me and how intelligent you are, so I am not going to drown your ears in what you already know. But I need you to understand that this condition will not continue tearing you down. You have a hail mary here with Toto. The boy is willing to help you find a professional who could get rid of this….curse,” you started, your face turning serious as your husband looked at you with marginally wide eyes and his mouth agape. “there are so many things you are capable of, and I will never leave your side. We are going to get through this shit together, and we will live a normal life. Remember when you promised me, we would start a family once we became our best selves?” you asked, seeing as Ron’s face deadpans for a moment before he let out a soft chuckle.

“Of course, I remember. We were in high school when I made you that promise. If there were anyone who I would live the rest of my life here in this world, it would be you and you only,” he responded, making your ebony cheeks warm to the touch. Ron has never been this affectionate with you since before the incident. The butterflies in your stomach are doing backflips from the sudden tenderness. You smiled at him, leaning in with your eyes closed, hoping to plant a warm kiss on his lips. However, there was no such contact happening, but you think that if you talk to Ron about it some other time, maybe he would ease the expanding pain in your heart.

Tomorrow’s another day.

#fanfiction #fan fiction #ron kamonohashi deranged detective #ron kamonohashi #deranged detective #ron x reader #ron kamonohashi x reader #toto isshiki #totomaru isshiki #x reader #black coded reader #black coded #black reader #romance #angst #fluff #manga #anime #cheating #betrayal #established relationship #relationship

[direwombat]

it's like some kind of wednesday in here (+ a bonus WIP music wednesday because I'm late)

tagged by @g0dspeeed, @adelaidedrubman, @gaeadene, and @socially-awkward-skeleton (or pseudo tagged anyway <3) for another wednesday

tagging @strangefable, @strafethesesinners, @detectivelokis, @sstewyhosseini, @confidentandgood, @river-ward, @wrathfulrook, @henbased, @voidika, @madparadoxum, @euryalex, @clonesupport, @schoute, @poetikat, @aceghosts, @inafieldofdaisies, @vampireninjabunnies-blog, @harmonyowl, @purplehairsecretlair, @ivymarquis, @cassietrn, @neverthesameneveranother, @roofgeese, @jacobsneed, @trench-rot, and anyone else who has something they want to share <;3!

here's the bit of dialogue right before syb does some dumb shit (surrendering herself to John)

“Chosen chopper incoming. Want me to shoot ‘er down?”

She shakes her head even though she knows he can’t see her. “Don’t,” she says. “They’re here for me.”

“Uh…I ain’t followin’.”

“I made a deal with John,” she explains. “Myself in exchange for your and Kim’s safety.”

“What!?” Nick exclaims. “You’re just handin’ yourself over to him?”

“I ain’t happy ‘bout it either, but I ain’t got much choice,” she says. “John’s just gonna keep throwin’ his men at us til one or both of us ends up dead. Least if I do this, you n’ Kim can pack your bags and get to Falls End before he decides to go back on his word.”

Besides, the sooner she knows where he’s keeping Joey, the sooner she can figure out how to bust her free. 

Then she can go looking for her brother. 

“Look. Just trust me, okay? I know what I’m doin’.” 

She hopes she sounds more confident than she feels. 

“If you say so,” Nick answers, but she can hear the reluctance in his voice. 

“Just get your ass back on the ground and go to your wife. Let me handle the rest.” And with that, she tunes into the Falls End frequency. “Grace, you copy?”

The few moments it takes for her to respond drags on for an eternity, but finally, she answers. “Yeah, I’m here.”

Sybille breathes a sigh of relief. “Great. Listen, I need you to get to Nick’s airstrip ASAP.”

“What’s goin’ on? You need backup?”

“Kinda,” she answers. Poking her head out from behind her cover, she glances at the Peggies awkwardly idling on the airstrip. One of them happens to meet her gaze and she hesitantly gives the man a wave. Puzzled, he waves back, and then she disappears back behind the bar. “Told John I’d surrender if he left Nick and Kim alone.”

“And why would you do something stupid like that?” Grace asks.

Sybille sighs and drags her hand down her face. “Was either that or risk Kim gettin’ shot,” she says. “Look, I ain’t trust a single word that comes outta that snake’s mouth, so if you could come down and make sure he doesn’t try anythin’ once he’s got me, that’d be great.”

“And if he does?”

“Then you get Nick and Kim outta here,” she says bluntly. “Don’t care where you take ‘em. Just make sure they’re safe.”

“And what about you?”

She sighs again. “Don’t worry ‘bout me,” she says. “I’ll be fine.” 

Grace is quiet for a long time, and there’s a brief moment where Sybille worries that she might refuse her request. But then her voice comes crackling through the radio once more. “You remember when I called you crazy?”

Sybille laughs. “Which time?” she asks.

“Don’t matter,” Grace answers. “I take it back. You’re fuckin’ insane.”

Her smile widens. “So you’ll be here?”

“I'm on my way,” Grace says reluctantly. In the background, Sybille can hear the roar of an ATV coming to life.

The tension in Sybille’s shoulders immediately relaxes and she closes her eyes, leaning her head back to rest it against the wood paneling of the bar. “I owe you,” she says.

“Damn right you do,” Grace grunts. “Oh, and Dep?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t get dead.”

“Copy that,” she smiles. “See you on the other side.”

WIP MUSIC WEDNESDAY

been trying to get myself into the john seed mindset so here's a song (my ethel cain katc epiphanies earlier this evening aside) that's been helping me as i struggle to write him lmao

Listen up all you beggars, you liars and you thieves I'm about to bring you something that's gonna take you to your knees And you know that I could never let you down Oh when you feel the might and you hear that old soul sound

You've been waiting on the wind You've been waiting on the winds of change to blow your sails into the night Oh but all you do is sit and cry

You got to go down to the river and wash your soul clean You got to go down to the river and wash your soul clean Ooh down to the river and wash your soul clean You got to go down to the river and wash your soul clean

What you want (Down to the river) You ain't got (And wash your soul clean) What you got is all that you need

#wip wednesday #some radio chats between syb and nick and syb and grace #and this week on wip music day we have shawn james. who does a lot of heavy lifting in giving me katc insp #Spotify

[lokisprettygirl]

Use me as you please - (Loki x female reader ) (Smut) (18+) (Part 4)

Read Chapter 1 2 3

Summary : You ask Loki to spit on your face

Warning: Minors DNI , 18+ , SPIT KINK ,Verbal degradation, Dacryphilia, A little bit of dumbification, Reader loves being debased, consensual kinks, dom loki

Note : Don't mind me ..just a horny hoe passing by. Honestly there's no limit to things I'd allow my god to do to me

You being all dolled up in lingerie and full face of makeup will always be his favorite sight. He could never get enough of you, he knew you were in one of those moods where you wanted him to degrade you, but something about today felt different. He rolled the sleeves of his black button up shirt and walked towards you, you were on your knees, looking at him with those glassy eyes of yours. 

"You are so beautiful darling but you look like a whore" he grabbed your chin and made you look at him while his other hand unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt, he knew how much you loved looking at those small chest hair on his sternum, they always made you feel so fuzzy. 

You bit on your lip as the sight of his exposed skin made you want to lick him up instantly. 

"Dadddddy pleasee " you whimpered and he smiled as he leaned down to kiss you softly and then he spoke to you, his warm breath tickled your nose 

"So that's it baby, you want me to hurt you tonight but with a touch of love? Want me to ruin you while I tell you how good you are for me?" Your eyes teared up as that's exactly what you wanted. That's exactly what you craved. You could smell his perfume and it intoxicated you even further, sending you deeper in your happy space and you just wanted him to destroy you very softly

"Yes please my god, that's exactly what I want pleasee" you whined and he snickered. He loves you more than anything in the world but norns he sure loved debasing you like this, more so because he knows that you actually craved such treatment from him, you craved degradation and you desired it just from him. You are his whore for life and he will keep reminding you of your worth whenever you would want him to.

"Get on the floor, don't make me slap that pretty face when I'm trying to be nice to you" you quickly slid down from the edge of the bed and sat down on the floor, you'd be lying if you say you didn't want to feel the burn of his palm against your cheeks, all of them. 

"You can bruise me up and I will thank you for putting your godly hands on me" the bulge forming in his pants just made him more and more uncomfortable. He has been alive for thousands of years, fucked the most whorish men and women on Asgard and then on midgard as well but you are by far his favorite one, also the one he cherishes the most. The one he plans to marry someday. 

"Tell me what you need pretty whore?" he caressed your cheek with his thumb and you looked at him, he could see the lust swimming in them, there were no thoughts in your head at the moment but just the desperation to be used. 

"Mmm it's filthy but I need you to do it for me" he snickered as you said that

"Oh you dumb little pet, you have cleaned my shoes with your tongue and my cum off the floor, dont delude yourself into thinking that you have any dignity left. Let me ruin whatever self respect you still carry in your delusional heart" you squeezed your thighs as his words made you want to worship him, he was extremely filthy when he knew that this was exactly what you wanted from him. You wanted to become his slave, his pet, his whore, his lover all at once

"Mmmm god you are so right, I'm just a worthless little whore and I want to prove it to you, want to make you proud, I need you to spit on me daddy please" his eyes flickered with several different emotions, he has told you before that there are several lines he'd never cross no matter how much you want it , he would never hurt you in a way that would leave any lasting impression on your mind or your body.

He wanted all this play to end right here in the bed, right after you're both done orgasming he turned into the kindest nicest man to you because you were his precious woman, the love of his life. You trusted him with all this depravity and he wanted to make you so happy, and to be fair this isn't the worst thing you have asked him to do to you. The request turned him on as well

"You nasty little animal, want me to spit on your face hmm?" he cupped your cheeks and bent down to kiss you sloppily, his tongue played with yours and he could taste the flavor of strawberries you ate during dessert. 

He gripped your hair in his fist pulling your hair back and you closed your eyes, the first one landed on your forehead, it was warm and sticky, you just wanted to relish in the feeling, that was your god and he just spat on your face like you were nothing but a can of trash 

"Fuccckkk yess oh yesss..that's it" your lips trembled as you spoke, the filthy nature of the act send your mind inti an overdrive of emotions

"Look at me" he commanded you and you opened your eyes, they were teary and as much as it turned him on he wanted to make sure you really were enjoying this debasement 

"That feels good, baby?" He asked you softly and you nodded 

"More please do it again, paint my face daddy" you begged him like a cheap whore and he complied immediately. How could he ever deny it? He covered your face until you were satisfied, shivering and just a few squeeze of your thighs together was enough to make you explode. You didn't even ask for permission nor did he mind that. The fact that he could just make you orgasm by doing something so perverse to you was enough to boost his ego. 

"Open your mouth, taste me baby" you eagerly opened your mouth, took your tongue and he spat right on it. You hummed as you swallowed him in, he was delicious, each and every inch of him was.

"Such a good girl for daddy and the trashiest whore he had ever met, I love you" he mumbled as he picked you up from the floor and you opened your eyes when the warm water cascaded down your face wiping his spit off.

"Gosh thank you, that was cathartic" you mumbled and he undressed you both with a click of his finger. 

"You sure know how to make me fall in love more and more everyday darling" he picked you up, pressed you against the wall and fucked you so tenderly you almost forgot your own name. 

He couldn't help but wonder what was the limit for you when it comes to degradation, you would allow him to do anything to you and the thought overwhelmed him.

And he knew that you would surprise him with something again, very soon.

#loki #loki x female reader #loki x reader smut #loki smut #pure smut #loki fics #dom loki x sub reader

[shallowseeker]

Natural crisis points in The Winchesters character arcs and struggles

(Image from fangasm)

If it ever comes back for a short run or the characters appeared in later SPN incarnations, The Winchesters has a lot of built-in crisis points to power it forward.

I think overall, Robbie Thompson built them moderately well, because below are intrinsic qualities to each of them! He's good at building complex heroes, if he only has the time to follow through.

I. Fans as demonic forces

There are OG!fans actively rooting against it, which is VERY helpful for the writing team because such figures can immediately become an endless supply for bad-guy motives, villain monologues, demonic taunts, and dark mirrors.

Anyway, for characters, here's what I think:

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MAIN SERIES THEMES

#1 BREAKING: Everyone has a breaking point, and when you do, you humans...your edges are sharp. You'll cut each other into ribbons. Familial counter: So, we'll break! But we'll be there to help pick each other up again. Even if it hurts. Even if we bleed. #2 DESTINED IDENTITY: You are who I say you are. Because I'm the only one who really knows you. You were written to be what I say you are. Familiar counter: I am my own person! No matter what you say. No matter how you wrote it before. #3 HUMAN-ING WRONG/FIXING OTHERS: You think you can fix them. Classic blunder. You can't. They're unfixable. Miswired. They were just born wrong, you know. Always running into danger. "John is a lost cause, he'll always devolve into abuser," etc etc. Familial counter: Maybe people don't need fixing. Maybe they just need to be accepted. Maybe, sometimes, they just need support!

#4 PEACE OR FREEDOM: Which would you rather have, peace or freedom? Familial counter: Both!

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ALT MARY

Fear, powerlessness, destiny, entrapment, & the timeless Campbell classism of assumed stupidity

Go on, Mary. Trade your future for your blessed, blessed present.

No Mary Winchester in any timeline anywhere ever triumphed, because she is just too easy to trap. So are you.

You think you're a hunter? You're prey. Like an impala on the open savannah.

You're easily manipulated Mary, because you're just dumb, like all those backwoods Campbells.

We wanted the Winchesters for their brains, but we wanted you for your body. That's all you're good for. A weapon, a vessel.

("Stay present," was such an oft-repeated line for Alt!Mary. We could twist that into short-sightedness, I think.) ///

ALT JOHN

The worst version of yourself & the complicated gray of the Men of Letters; the arrogance of trying to be "the brains" and trying to be "lone wolf"

Become who you were meant to be.

I know who you really are, because I wrote you that way.

You're an abuser, a murderer, a bigot. It's your destiny.

You're just a soldier, a tool of war. A blunt hammer that hammers his own fuckin' thumb.

You're going to become the monster at the end of this book, John.

And the best part? You're going do it to yourself.

"I'm a John understander, you see."

So, go on.

Be all that you can be.

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CARLOS

Doomed to be alone and fearful of reaching out; you become embittered by the constant pain of loss; you're so pathetically needy

You say you won't play my game, but you don't even see how you're already playing it.

You don't want to be alone, do you?

You actually want chaos to stay together. What if I told you that hunting could be forever? Would you choose it? I think you would, no matter who it hurt.

You're the weakest link because you're so desperate and needy.

When you have your own chance of happiness, you can't even be happy for yourself; you're fundamentally broken (re:Anthony)

You're too busy steeling yourself for the loss that you ruin everything, so why bother wanting?

Might as well cut it out now before the love gets its hooks in you too deeply.

It's your foolish, reckless altruism that winds up hurting everyone around you. Irony's a bitch, ain't it?

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LATA

Violence is inevitable, even for you.

You're not a good person. That's just how you get through your day.

One thing writing taught me is that anyone can do anything if you know where to put the right amount of pressure.

And it's beautiful how desperately you want to be good, and yet every action you take always hurts someone.

Your hands aren't really clean. You like to watch, don't you? You're just a hypocrite.

You let innocents die, just because you wouldn't go against your principles.

Or, you know--your tragic cowardice.

Everyone around you succumbs to violence because you're poison.

So go ahead and have your cake and eat it, too, Lata.

I hope you choke on it.

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MILLIE WINCHESTER

"Sooner or later, everyone is gonna leave you."

How can you turn your back on your dream to chase your husband's shadow?

It's gonna kill all three of you before the show's over, you know.

You warned John not to go down this path, and now you're the one lighting the way.

Doing this won't bring Henry back to you, you know.

You weren't there for him.

When he walked out that door, he said I love you.

You were silent.

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ADA MONROE

Kill him. Kill your son.

I told you, Ada. Cute cuddly half-breed pups become the biggest, baddest wolves.

When push comes to shove, you know what's gonna happen.

You've always known that he'll turn.

He'll turn on you.

Would you rather your son die at the hands of a stranger?

If it has to be done, wouldn't you rather it be by your merciful, loving hands?

You can die with him if you like. An equalizer of sorts.

Or maybe...you think that if you become powerful, become successful enough, you'll have enough power to protect you and him. Control him if it comes down to it.

You can always try.

You'll never be powerless again, you say?

I'll take that bet. Don't say I didn't warn you.

#spnwin #core4 #core4 key traits #twc #the winchesters #alt mary #alt john #alt mary/john #carlos cervantez #latika desai #spn theme ideas #millie winchester #ada monroe #savethewinchesters #core4 + fate #core4 + personal struggles #core4 + breaking and healing together #spn prequel #supernatural

[cleflink]

4 and 11, I beg 😳

I am delighted to return the favour! Thank you for playing! <3

4. DCMK-danny phantom AU

How could I not make a halfa-Kaito story? HE AND DANNY USE THE SAME FUCKING PUN FOR THEIR ALTER-EGOS. *flails* Also, I love ruining Shinichi’s day with highly improbable truths.

"Look." KID's hand settled on Shinichi's shoulder in a grip that was gentle and yet still, somehow, completely unshakable. Much stronger than it should have been, given KID's general physique. "If it was up to me, I'd stay here and play chase with you all night. But there's something I have to do. So, for the first time in your life, I'm going to need you to actually listen when you're told to stay out of something. I like you alive, got it, Tantei-kun?" Without waiting for a response, KID dropped his hand and straightened to his full height. Some intangible weight settled visibly over his shoulders and he nodded, once. "It's Showtime," he murmured. And then he vanished. Shinichi startled badly. How the-? He swept his hands through the space KID had just been occupying. Nothing. But KID had just been touching his shoulder, so it couldn't have been a projection. This was just another one of KID's magic tricks. Shinichi didn't know how he'd done it - yet - but he'd figure it out. 

11. DCMK-my neighbour kaitou kid

Not actually a Totoro AU, despite the file name. Instead, it’s a no-Black Org AU where Shinichi lives in the apartment next to one Kuroba Kaito, who’s almost certainly an international art thief (not that anyone is listening to Shinichi about it).

Two interconnected snippets, because the bit in the middle doesn’t exist yet, oops.

Shinichi stared blearily at the cheerful - obnoxiously awake - Kuroba standing on his door mat, and wondered if he was still dreaming. "You want me to what?"

"Look after my birds for me?" Kuroba somehow managed to make it sound like a statement and a question simultaneously. "I have to go out of town for an emergency, and I need someone to feed them, unless I want to get dive-bombed the minute I get home."

How was this his actual life?

"You're asking me - a detective - to go into your home and look after your birds when you know I think you're Kaitou KID?"

"Yep!" Kuroba said cheerfully.

"And you don't think that's a dumb idea?"

Kuroba shrugged, hooking his hands behind his head in a staggering display of nonchalance. "Well, I'm not KID-sama, so it's not like there's anything to find even if you do ransack my apartment. Just put everything back where you found it when you're done, yeah?"

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"So," Kuroba said brightly. "Did you find anything interesting in my underwear drawer?" He spoke entirely without recrimination, as though people going through his belongings was both normal and expected. He wasn't even looking at Shinichi as he spoke, too distracted with dishing food onto the plates. Shinichi glared at him anyway. "You know very well that I didn't." Kuroba sighed mournfully. "Really? Damn. Most men find black lace attractive." Shinichi immediately turned red enough to stop traffic. Because he had looked in Kuroba's underwear drawer, and the asshole absolutely wasn't exaggerating.

"If you have preferences, feel free to share!" Kuroba continued, utterly shameless.

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[lordarsonizzzzt]

Hi hi first off words can not describe how much i love this blog for filling the love I have for these silly mentally questionable men.

Anyways could i throw in a request for hc's of kondraki with a s/o who's basically best friends with Draven, like the s/o often takes Draven out to eat, go shopping, taking him to fairs and amusment parks, always checks up on him in the foundation, etc (aka a s/o who is not bio parent of draven but treats him like he is and just kondraki being puddy at the fact his s/o loves his son as much as, if not more then, him) ooo and maybe even doing family outings with the 3 of them if its not too much already

I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH god I gotta love giving old men the family they deserve

ALSOG EIJG IM GLAD YOU ENJOY MY SILLY DUMB BLOG

KONDRAKI WITH AN S/O THAT CARES ABOUT DRAVEN

⭐︎ At first, Kondraki was unsure about introducing you to Draven, as much as he wants him to be apart of a stable family he knows he is already a grown up man.

⭐︎ And yeah at first it was awkward, when Kondraki was out of the room for a moment you took your chance to talk to him.

⭐︎ "Listen Draven, I hope you don't think I'm like,, trying to replace your mom or anything, or trying to I...I don't know, treat you like a kid or something. I would like to have a nice relationship with you tho, I know your dad loves you and I know you must be a wonderful person, so I wouldn't want to miss that chance"

⭐︎ He nodded, and it took him a few days to understand that his dad was no longer,,, needed to take care of? Like, at first when he went to check on him, you will be coming out of his room and you would see him and smile. "Do you want some tea? You should go to sleep y'know, it's getting late"

⭐︎ That alone made him warm up to you, you would catch him awake at ungodly hours because he still was getting used to not have to vent to Talloran (who wasn't his boyfriend yet) about his father drinking problem, instead the two of you would hang out in the cafeteria while drinking some tea, then you'll 'escort' him to his room.

⭐︎ One day he came rushing into your office, startling you.

⭐︎ "HE SAID YES, TALLORAN SAID YES"

⭐︎ You both hugged each other and he started thanking you, because last night you pester him so much to tell Talloran that he finally did!

⭐︎ A few months in dating, Draven ask his dad and you if he can get Talloran to join family dinner.

⭐︎ So there you were, fixing your fiance tie because he wanted to dress fancy when you heard a knock on the door, you rushed to open it and saw Draven holding hands with Talloran.

⭐︎ He introduced him to you two, and what made you almost cry was the 'This is my dad, Kondraki and this is my other parent, Y/N'

⭐︎ You all had a nice dinner night, Konnie told Talloran that if he even dared to do something to his boy he would have his balls chopped off, and you told them both to be happy.

⭐︎ When Draven had days off, you would treat him to some lunch and go around the city.

⭐︎ When you had days off, Draven would call in sick to visit you and tell you stuff about being in the field.

⭐︎ You know that part in Portraits of your Father where Draven was in a hospital bed?

⭐︎ It happened again, another accident, Konnie and you were called and Draven was still unconsciuos when you got there. Kondraki was sitting on a chair next to him, holding his hand and mumbling prayers to a god he doesn't believe in and you were just sobbing.

⭐︎ When he woke up tho, you were the first to react and hugged the life out of him, crying and telling him to never fucking do this again, even tho it was part of his job, you weren't thinking and neither was Kondraki who is too old for this shit and was also crying.

⭐︎ When you and Kondraki got married he wanted to be EVERYTHING, the flower boy, the man of honor, the one you went clothes shopping with, everything.

⭐︎ My dude was like a baby crying in Talloran's shoulder when he saw you walking down the aisle, and he told you afterwards that he was so happy that you were married to his dad and you were in his life.

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HOPE YOU ENJOYED JGIJHG if you want me to change anything tell me

#scp x reader #scp dr kondraki #dr kondraki x reader

[citygirlcharlotte]

The Sister Halstead (Part 9)

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Pairings: Hank Voight x Female OC, Will & Jay Halstead x Sister!OC

“If you’re going to hit me, do it now and get it over with.” Henry told Jay.

I had managed to wrangle my brothers and Henry into a joint dinner and it wasn’t really going well. Besides how awkward it was while we were waiting for the table, alcohol was ordered before water could even be brought out.

We made it through the appetizers with me talking most of the time but by the time we got to the entrees, the tension was palpable.

“Are you excited to be back at your place?” I asked Jay.

“No, I hate my place now that I’ve been at yours.” Jay laughed.

“Isn’t your lease up soon?” Will asked him.

“Yeah I gotta figure out if I’m going to renew or not.” He shrugged.

“If you need a roommate…” Will trailed off.

“Is it that bad?” I asked him.

Henry looked a little confused, so I whispered “Nat” in his ear.

“Let’s just say I probably won’t be needed moms ring anymore.” He sighed.

“You moving out?” Jay asked.

“I think I have to. I’m definitely going to need a roommate though, this malpractice insurance on top of student loans is eating the shit out of my paychecks.” Will sighed.

I got to pondering for a second before deciding to save the day.

“Well big brothers of mine, I have a solution to both of your problems.” I mused.

“You’re going to let us both move in?” Will snorted.

“Definitely not. My dad does however own another apartment in my building. It’s a 3 bedroom on the floor below mine and I’m pretty sure the tenants are moving out soon.” I offered.

“God, I don’t even want to know what the rent on that would look like.” Jay scoffed.

“Free 99 big brother. You’re family, you don’t have to pay rent.”

“Are you shitting me?” Will asked excitedly.

“Nope, as soon as I figure out when the old tenants are moving out, you two are free to move in.”

“Best sister ever!”

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“Come back to bed.”

Henry had decided to go into work on a freaking Saturday for some reason and was leaving me by my lonesome at 7 am.

“Sorry sweetheart, crime doesn’t stop just because it’s a Saturday.” He laughed.

I moped behind him like a kicked puppy while he made his way to the kitchen to make some coffee. I sat on the counter with the largest pout I could muster to express my disdain for being abandoned on a Saturday of all days.

“Don’t pout baby girl.”

He maneuvered his body to stand between my open legs and lifted my pouting face with his index finger.

“Be a good girl and I’ll take you out of dessert tonight.”

“Can’t I just have you for dessert?” I grumbled.

“We’ll see sweetheart.” He laughed.

Deciding not to waste a whole day moping, I had to do some serious cleaning of my apartment from having 3 men going in and out of for over 3 months. I had a bunch of photos I had printed and framed in the hall closet just waiting to be put up. I grabbed a photo of my brothers and I while we were at Molly’s a few months ago. Right next to it was a very cute photo of Henry and I when we were at museum. I can’t believe that Henry and I have been together for nearly 6 months. I love that man more than I really should at 6 months but what can I say? When you know, you know.

I also found a box of my Amazon monthly restocks and headed to put them away. I was putting away the items in my bathroom when I got to the tampons and realized that the box I already has was still full. Why was it still full?

Immediately leaping for my phone, I went through my calendar and realized that I was a dumb bitch who was late on her period.

“What the fuck!” I whined.

I was too scared to go get a test myself so I used Instacart to order a pregnancy test, a bottle of champagne if its negative and a bag of sweets if its positive. 45 long minutes later it was here and I was about to throw up out of nervousness.

I wanted to call Henry and ask him to come back but I didn’t know how he was going to react and the thought of him rejecting me scared me more than anything else.

“Come on Charlie, pull your big girly panties up and get this done.” I yelled at myself.

3 of the longest minutes of my life passed as I stared down at the counter, about to pull the towel off my test that will change my entire life.

“Sweetheart?”

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[crisispider]

Ship meme - you know who gimme the spiderhawk same brain mans

My thoughts on ANY SHIP - Accepting - @oceansfirst

Who’s the cuddler? Starting off strong with the same hat boys, they are obviously both the cuddlers. Touch being such a big part of their love lanuages it only makes sense that they are finding any reason to be touching. Peter will even find little moments, light brushing of hands, little touches to the back to let him know he is walking by, burying his face into Clint's hair when he just needs a moment to GROUND himself again. It's so INGRAINED into their relationship that they are constantly reaching out for each other.

It's a comfort thing, to know that they could REACH OUT for the other at literally any time, it didn't matter what was going on, even if they were in a FULL BLOWN FIGHT one of them can reach out for any sort of touch whether it's a full hug, or just the slightest of hand holding or just a soft hold of a cheek? or a forehead to a shoulder? ALWAYS THERE. Even if they are mad it's just a 'hey i still love you i'm not going anywhere but like you are still a jerk and wrong about this' WHICH IS WHY CLINTON FRANCIS BARTON PULLING AWAY IN CERTAIN AUS IS LIKE A KNIFE STAB IZZY. Who makes the bed? Look at them. Do they look like men who makes beds? I MEAN LIKE COME ON NOW. Who wakes up first? Peter and Clint live off a vicious cycle of man in their 40s trying to be a 20 year old superhero, they are CONSTANTLY napping, and never actually full sleeping. UNLESS SOME PEOPLE WANT TO GO TO THE GYM IN THE MORNING LIKE MEANIES WHO HATE THEIR SPIDERS. (except when you don't and make pancakes instead that is acceptable) Who has the weird taste in music? Clint probably says Peter, but Pete is convinced it's a weird competition to see who can find the weirder song to jam out to and act like it's normal, like a weird game of nerdy chicken. (You know the one gay cowboy song from tiktok? You don't think that was on blast in the barton-parker home? Silly. Who is more protective? HA. HA. HA. Now don't quote me on this. But I have a feeling that these two? Oh it's an equal amount of terrifyingly protective, but Clint has the more morally gray area to REALLY FUCK SOMEONE UP if they hurt peter in any real way? Oh. OH. (which like peter just feels is hot so.) Who sings in the shower? SAME HAT BOYS. Always singing idiots. And if clint is trying to claim he won't sing silly fun songs with his boyfriend then clearly he just hates his boyfriend, we don't make the rules. Who cries during movies? Peter is a chronic crier at sad movies, I mean just look at him, and if Clint ever does... well that is for Peter to know and he is keeping that info to himself kay thank you. <3 Who spends the most while out shopping? Now when you say shopping... do you mean weird competition and bragging rights over who had managed to find the coolest things for cheap? PICTURE IT two carts, lined at the start of a dollar store, a countdown and they are SPRINTING to see what deals they can find, all the cool dumb toys you parents always told you that you couldn't have? BOUGHT. Funny named candy? BOUGHT. And then they take their haul back to an apartment and just share in their spoils like the dollar store kings they are. Who kisses more roughly? You would think Peter because of the strength, but it's absolutely a tie. They are just so ALL IN. SO DESPERATE FOR LOVE kind of guys that they just can't help it. Who is more dominant? Switchy bitches be switchy, and i feel like it comes a lot from just the fact that they both so desperately want to take care of the other, to be taken care of? to love and to be loved. So whoever is doing the taking care of at any time is the one is more dominant. My rating of the ship from 1-10. 1000/10. Me? Refusing to use the actual scale for all of these? More likely than you think.

#oceansfirst #I think about them a normal amount i swear to god #[ ◉¯] ✧˖° → I handled it like a champion. [ Inbox Interactions ] #[ ◉¯] ✧˖° ♡ → There’s a little bit of loser in us. Being a loser with you doesn’t suck [ Clint || Oceansfirst ]

[wanderrlust0]

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honestlyyy my bf is lucky to have me!! bc ive seen and heard things that i feel like another girl would probably not give him more chances or go off on him out of frustration. even his sister told me she’d do things differently. idk im not trying to shit on him at all bc hes a really good person and i love him very much and want to be with him for the rest of my life. i just know that if it was the other way around with all the things we both have done, he would notttt trust me and he already has trust issues. i mean im not perfect either..yes i have done some small things before, but it was without any personal feelings and any intimate physical touch. now, there is a lot of context and things for part of what he did and the situation we were stuck in so like its not as bad as it sounds.. but STILL lol im just thinking. like i know if one of us had to break up with each other it would def be him breaking up with me. i just know. theres already been times where he would sound like he would and he’d make all these confrontations feel so serious. also, hes still a man. yes hes he/they, masc presenting, but he still thinks like men. im not trying to offend anyone pls if literally anyone reads this far so ill explain what i mean. he did not have good luck with girls in hs and so he worked on himself to look better and then got the attention from girls he craved back then. got some experience, got a gf, got cheated on, got dating apps again but stayed fwb with his ex until calling it off when we started dating. i know he can move quickly with things and act on his high sexual drive. if anyone whos considered attractive gives him attention, he could entertain the idea or like he starts to compare me and itll make me feel like im not enough and dont match his lifestyle. i feel like its easier for him than me to start seeing people in a sexual way and want to get in their pants. idk if it could be like the female attention since he doesnt always feel good about himself and now that a pretty girl shows interest its like it gets to his ego. again, i sound like im shitting on him but im not, im just thinking i can type it all out and leave it here bc ive never talked about this or wrote about it. i found out today that he did stuff with his friend ~3 yrs ago while me & him were on a break and me and her are like friendly acquaintances and we went to her baby shower, gender reveal party, & he went to her wedding, all after they did it. he really only told me now bc her husband i guess just found out somehow and msgd my bf about it and said he’ll go msg me about it. he didnt want me to find out first thru someone else, which i appreciate that he was able to tell me first, but its also like okay damn they really did that. and yes it was years ago so i honestly didnt feel hurt about it i was just more shocked. like.. he was on a break with me and felt single and he says shes cheated before so it just happened with them and they didnt do it again. funny thing is that her husband was already suspicious of him years ago and thinking he was only friends with her to do stuff and now shit, he was partially right. honestly, thats a dumb mistake on her end, like she was engaged or almost engaged at the time. also, for the record, he hooked up with (for what i know now) 2 other people during that time period, so 3 within our 1 month break. one didnt involve any feelings i presume and the other one had a shit ton bc they went on actual dates and shit and she ended it bc they both or just she didnt wanna settle. she was 3 yrs younger than him and yes.. i did stalk her a bit bc i needed to know, why her, who she is, etc. and i could already tell she got around..but whatever, i already coped from that lol. back to his friend, he knows she was with someone & he knows her man already didnt like him. even tho she didnt care, he still went along with it bc hes been wanting to do that since the day they became friends. it all makes sense. he met her in school when he was still with his ex so i dont have anything to say about that part but like, again…

#journal #mypost #continued in the comments