#but im willing to stretch my imagination and let it slide

[normal-thoughts-official]

love it when people are like "joenicky influencer au!" babygirl. respectfully. it's never gonna happen. i can excuse canonverse nicky knowing how to use a phone because they need that knowledge for survival, but modern au nicky's idea of a "phone" is the rotary kind and i won't hear another word about it. look at his haircut. does this look like a man who knows how to pronounce "meme"? don't embarrass yourself

#im sorry but there is just no way he knows what influencers are much less is one #he doesn't know what facebook is much less instagram #that's just how it is #modern au nicky is a hermit and is probably the subject of at least one cryptid sighting photo #he is the origin of the slenderman creepypasta. he probably thinks hot showers are too much technology #tog #nicolò di genova #i dont think joe would be an influencer either for the record #but im willing to stretch my imagination and let it slide #but nicky could only be an 'influencer' in the sense that his grandpa tweets would be confused for shitposts and get him a following #and he would hate even that much attention tbh. he replies to every mention and reply with 'who are you' and ppl think its part of his bit #he doesn't understand their responses and the only reason he isn't blocking them all is that he doesnt know how

[sunshineseung]

Where You Belong // Minho

🍄 | genre: smut (and angst if you squint) ☁️ | pairing: Lee Minho x female!reader 🌿 | wc: 2.9k 🌸 | includes: hard dom!minho, sub!reader, religious themes, slapping, spanking (with bible 😳 omg im filthy), hair pulling, spitting, finger sucking, minho’s big, face fucking, crying, begging, praise/degradation, unprotected sex, bulge kink/distension, breeding, no aftercare :(, [spoiler] demon/succubus!minho

☀️ | synopsis: You go to your church to worship God, but you soon find out who you should really be on your knees for. 

🌊 | requested: “I have a request! 😶 Could you maybe do something like Sinner but for Minho?” your wish is my command sweet annonie~

You’re kneeled down and bowing your head, mentally repenting to the Lord above. It’s late at night, but not late enough for the Church to be locked. The soft light from distant old lamps illuminate your figure, the red carpet beneath you softly separating your knees from the hard oak floor.

“Hey, is this seat taken?” You widen your eyes and look up, being disrupted mid-prayer by a man you’ve never seen at the congregation before. He’s average height with shaggy brown hair, wearing a black leather jacket with a white tee shirt underneath and black skinny jeans to contrast. Needless to say, he looks far from the usual churchgoer.

“Yes, but please be quiet. This is a place of worship.” Your tongue sounds sharp as you vaguely scold the stranger, him kneeling next to you, staring at you as you go back to prayer. You can feel his eyes on you, tracing your body. “Sir, if you’re not going to pray, can you please move somewhere else?”

“Pray? Why would I do that?” He laughs and stands up, his eyes never leaving yours. You roll your eyes and stand up with him, but he quickly puts his hand on your shoulder and forces you back down. “Hey, stay on your knees. You look better like that.”

“I don’t know who you are, but that is disgusting!” With your arms folded, you turn your head away from him, refusing to look at him. “Perverts like you shouldn’t be allowed in the house of God.”

“If it’s so disgusting, then why did you listen to me?” He leans down, his face right next to yours. You can feel his breath on the side of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His body heat is so much warmer than yours, and you feel yourself cower from his presence. “Looks like you like being on your knees for more than God.”

“That’s why I’m praying, and I suggest you do the same, sir.” While you speak, he takes off his jacket and throws it onto a pew, stretching his arms out, showing off his muscles. He puts his hand on the top of your head, scratching you as if you’re a puppy. “Sir-“

“Keep calling me sir like that and I might have to make you worship me instead.” You feel your body freeze, feeling far out of your comfort zone. Your body is shaking, and you need to stand up, but you can’t. There’s something inside you that refuses to allow you to get off of your knees. As much as your brain is telling you to run away, your body wants you to stay. “You’re praying because you’re a whore, huh? You like sleeping around, letting any cock that comes your way use your little cunt like a toy?”

You swallow the spit collecting in your mouth, your lungs feeling empty as you try to respond. Nothing can come out of your mouth, head going empty, only forcing out a whine. What has come over you?

“God doesn’t forgive just anyone, ya know? They have to prove that they’re worthy of forgiveness.” He pets your hair more, making all your thoughts leave your head as he grips your scalp. You finally look at him in the eyes, his brown eyes turning black as he looks down at you like you’re his prey. “What have you done to be forgiven other than be a little cumslut?”

“N-nothing I suppose.” Your mouth feels dryer than a desert, your eyes trying to focus on something, anything, just to bring you back to reality.

“Then maybe you should just do what you’re best at, hm?” He pulled you head back by your hair, forced your mouth open with his fingers, and dove his digits to the back of your throat to test your reflexes. “Slutty little angel takes my fingers so well. I wonder how well you’ll take my cock.” He pries your mouth open with his drool-coated fingers and spits down your throat, closing your mouth with his hand on your chin to make you swallow. “You’re such a fucking pervert. Don’t you know the Lord is watching?” 

“What’s your name?” You look up at him, feeling your senses slowly return to you. “I don’t want to go any further if I don’t know your name.”

“Oh, so you’re willing to go further?” He raises his eyebrow, a wicked smirk growing across his face. “My name is Minho, but you call me sir. Master works too, love.”

“We shouldn’t do this in a church.” You finally stand up, but Minho grabs your body just as you get on your feet and pulls you towards him, his hands roaming across your body, feeling every dip and rise. He hums in your ear, his large hands cupping your tits and squeezing them, making you groan. “Th-this isn’t appropriate.”

“No bra?” He slaps your chest, your body violently arching as he inflicts pain. His teeth harshly bite into your neck, lips sucking bruises onto the skin. “How much you wanna bet that you’re not wearing panties either?”

You go silent, one of his hands leaving your breast and sliding down your body between your legs, feeling your pussy directly under your jeans. You whimper quietly as his finger presses against your clit, the rough denim causing an uncomfortable stimulation to your most sensitive area.

“Just as I thought. You come here to repent to your God, and yet your body is begging to be fucked.” He pushes you off of his body, you weakly standing to your feet as you look back at him, his eyes a dark shade of red. “Are you sure we can’t fuck in a church? This place has so many toys for us to play with, baby.”

“T-toys?” You look around the room as you back away from him, scared he’ll snap and pounce on you. “There are no sex toys here.”

“Not conventional ones, but I see something I can easily use to put you in your place.” He walks up to you and turns you around, bending you over one of the pews. He pushes your face down into the musty church seat as he grips your hair, holding it up so he can kiss the back of your neck. “Stay still, angel. This is what you deserve.”

“Huh?” Before you can comprehend what’s going on, you feel a hearty thwack against your ass, still covered by your jeans. It didn’t sound like anything you’ve ever heard before, the impact sounding hollow from whatever he hit you with. “What was that?”

“I think you people call it,” Minho pulls down your pants, fully exposing your bare ass and dripping cunt to the open church, “a Bible?”

You can practically hear the smile in his voice, another hit falling against your ass, this time feeling much more intense from the lack of protection between you and the works of the Lord.

“People like you always walk around with their nose in the air, feeling above everyone around them.” Minho spanks you again, harder than before. “You’re just as much of a sinner as the rest of your kind, slut. Know your fuckin’ place.”

“W-what do you mean my kind?” He doesn’t answer your question of course, another slap from the Bible making your ass a bright red. Your skin is burning with pain. You’ve never felt like this before: used and abused, yet mentally begging for more.

“Dumb whore hasn’t caught on yet?” Minho laughs at your quivering body, running his hands up your back from under your shirt. With one pull, your shirt is over your head, tossed to the dusty floor of the old building. He bends himself over you, his bulge pressing directly against your aching pussy. “You were right, sweetheart. Perverts like me shouldn’t be allowed here, but not for the reasons you’re thinking.”

Your raise can only be raised from the seat so much, turned to the side so you can breath. You feel out of it even though he hasn’t properly fucked you. Nothing has ever made you feel like this before, and you writhe inside imagining what this man was about to do to you, and how eagerly you’d take whatever he gave you.

“We have more in common than you think, you know?” His mouth is right next to your hear, lightly sucking on the shell. “Sex is our vice. You can’t deny that.”

“Please fuck me, sir,” you whine, pressing your ass back against his crotch. He hisses, feeling his raging cock strangle itself against his tight pants. “Don’t care where we are. Need your cock.”

“Bitches like you are overpowered so easily.” He rustles his cock out of his pants, pulling his tight jeans down his thighs so his cock can press between your ass, thrusting through your folds, but not slipping in. You’re absolutely soaked, lubing his cock with your juices. He feels so big, you’re not sure if you can take it all. “Back on your knees. Master wants to see how well your mouth can take a real cock.”

You obediently hop up, moving away from him to get on your knees and kneel before him, looking up to him like he was your one true God. Being naked in a church was already sending you to hell, so much more trouble with your savior could you possible get into?

He quickly grabs your head, your mouth falling open as his tip enters your mouth. He pulls your head back down his shaft, forcing his cock down your mouth in one swift movement. You choke on his length, the size of him causing your jaw to ache after seconds. His cock is so big and veiny, but you love the weight of it pressing against your tongue.

Minho ruthlessly fucks your mouth, your lips turning red as he abuses your throat. Spit drips down your chin as you continuously take him down your throat, tongue loose against the bottom of his length. Minho’s groaning loudly, and surely anyone else in this church would have heard him. He throws his head back, his thrusts into your mouth getting sloppy as his hands roughly make a mess of your hair.

“Such a good mouth, baby.” You hum on his cock, the vocal vibrations causing him to shiver. He’s leaking precum down your throat, his cock twitching as his orgasm grows near. Your mouth begins to grow sore, painful-induced tears rolling down your cheeks, mixing with the drool around your mouth. “So messy for your master, hm?”

Minho harshly pulls out of your mouth, leaving your jaw hung open from the abuse. He’s breathing heavily, looking down at you as his hands slip from your head to your shoulders. You look up at him with water eyes, trying to decipher is expression. His eyebrows were furrowed, but he had a crooked smile. He looked like Lucifer himself had climbed out of hell to drag you back down with him.

“Beg for it, angel. Beg for my cock.” He taps your bottom lip with his tip, not allowing you to taste another drip of him. You whine and squint your eyes, desperately looking for any words while your mind was elsewhere. “What’s got you so shy? You want my cock to stuff your pussy, don’t you?”

“Y-yes, sir.” Your legs shake as he pulls you up by your arms, grabbing onto your ass as your legs wrap around his hips, his cock presses against your heat. “P-please!”

“You can do better than that.” He drops you onto the seat you had found yourself bent over only minutes prior, legs spread, pussy ready to be used by your master. Minho climbs on top of you, pressing the tip of his cock against your hole without plunging in. “What do you want, slut?”

“I want master to fuck my cunt like he owns me. Please fuck me, master! Need your cum inside me~” you trail off at the end, staring down at where his cock teases your greedy hole. He pushes the tip in, stretching you out just enough to make you wince for a moment before whining for more. “Fill me with your cock, please!”

“My angel wants to be bred now?” His transition between praise and degradation made your head spin, but you loved every name he called you. “You want to be bred by a demon, sweetheart? Feel my hot cum inside you? Drip out of you after I’m done with you?”

“D-demon?” Your heart starts beating. If you weren’t sinning enough already by fucking in a church, all the subtle hints Minho had been dropping up ‘til then suddenly made sense. “You’re a-”

“Don’t dwell on it too much. Just let your master show you how much fun it is to be bad, alright?” You nod as he pushes himself in, his length feeling like a stab to your abdomen. His body on your was so hot, and not just metaphorically, but also literally. You were sweating bullets by the time his cock was fully buried inside you, your walls hugging his fat cock like he was made for you. He groaned deep, falling into your shoulder, biting at your collarbone as he began to pull out and thrust back in. “You’re tight for someone who gets her body exploited so often.”

His hands find your wrists, pinning your hands to the sides of your head while he fucks into you, the drag of your walls making him moan in your ear. You were trying your damndest not to scream his name in the echoey church hall, but it was becoming difficult the more his presence overwhelmed you. He watched your face struggle between pain and pleasure, feeling himself get to the edge just from looking at you. To pause his impending orgasm, he looks down at where he was connected with you, but that proved to make his job even harder.

“I’m fucking you so good, my little whore. You can see my cock make your stomach bulge.” Just saying that made him hiccup, holding himself back from letting go and intensely pounding into you. He moves a hand from your wrist and presses it against your lower abdomen, making you feel even tighter on his cock. “Fuck- good girl.”

He rams his cock into your sweet spot effortlessly, hitting it with every stroke. Your back arches, your orgasm nearing it’s edge. All your nerves stand on their end as your legs squirm around Minho, finally wrapping around his hips again and pulling him into you, his cock reaching deeper than before. You moan loudly as you cum around his cock, Minho making the slightest movements of hips to help you reach your peak. You looked like you were glowing, tightening and spasming around his aching cock. Now that you came, it was Minho’s turn. Your legs fell from Minho’s hips, signaling that it was his time.

“I’m gonna cum so deep inside you, angel.” Minho wastes no time waiting to return to his pace, if anything going faster than before. The sound of skin slapping and moaning was so violent. You were overwhelmed by the situation, your pussy becoming a beacon of pain as he mercilessly railed your pussy. “You want master to fill you up with his cum, right slut?”

“Please cum inside me, master.” You were sobbing, both from the pain of the overstimulation and the pleasure from Minho’s raging cock. “Please? For your angel?”

“Anything for my angel.” He groans, nearing a growl, as he cums inside you, completely bottomed out as his seed spills onto your walls. You felt so full, almost too full, as he sits inside you, gently fucking his release back into you. Before he pulls out, he leans down and kisses your soft lips, a soft, sweet kiss. “You took me so well.”

We pulls his cock out of you, hissing when his flaccid dick falls out of you, watching his cum drip down your ass to the expensive fabric of the pew. You both hold your position, catching your breath and clearing your minds, trying to comprehend what just happened.

“Ya know, they say humans are tighter... they’re right.” Minho pulls his underwear and pants back up, getting fully dressed and prettied up before walking away from your fucked out form. “See you around, babe?”

“Minho, wait!” You hold your hand out, but he’s out the front door before you can catch his attention. You’re not entirely sure that you will ‘see him around,’ but even if you do, that doesn’t distract you from the fact that you’re now naked in a church. The place you came to worship and repent. The place you came to escape the vice of lust. “Guess I’ll be going home now.”

You look up at the clock over the back door and notice it hasn’t changed since you walked it. After you’re fully dressed, the second hand starts ticking. Time itself seemed to have stopped. You were deeply disturbed, but you just had to go home. Maybe it was all a dream.

You lay in bed that night, sleeping peacefully, having a real dream, and Minho’s shadowy figure stands next to you, staring at your body, wishing it was him sharing that space next to you. A chill runs down your spine, forcing you awake in a cold sweat as Minho leaves through the window, unknown to you. You just thought you were having a nightmare.

I know I can’t be with her, but a demon can dream, right?

#stray kids smut #skz smut #kpop smut #lee know smut #lee minho smut #minho smut

[corruptedconfessions]

I am sliding in to request some yandere incubus Kirishima 👀. Maybe dubcon with a bit of a resistant darling who he coaxes and persuades into fucking him. Maybe uses incubus powers to have her be more willing and overstimulates her like crazy. Go as wild as you want, I don’t mind 👀

A full month and 5.3k words later...it is finished.  From now on if anyone wants an example of my writing at its best (and most selfishly self indulgent) I shall send them this fic. 

Warnings for this one: Dub con, drugging (kinda? magical drugging), some violence/blood mention, Delusional Yan Kiri at its finest. 

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The house was still as he hovered outside of your window, peering inside carefully. You were normally asleep by this time…The redhead practically vibrated with excitement as he slipped his claws under your window, slowly pushing it up. He had broken the lock several months ago when he had first caught your scent, peering through your window and finding you in the midst of a wet dream, desperately rubbing your thighs together in your sleep as you gasped. You were just so tempting he couldn’t help himself from slipping inside and eating you up~

You had been so beautiful that night, arched out under the moonlight gasping and twitching around him. Every meal before you suddenly felt so lacking. He may have gotten a little…over excited and watched with guilt as you struggled to get through the next day, completely exhausted after how much he had fed off of you. Even despite the guilt he felt, he couldn’t help but feel a deep yearning towards you, the desire to take even more.

He had never felt the urge to eat the same meal twice before you. Yet he found himself returning to you night after night, every time hunger pains shot through him, whenever he felt his own magic and energy starting to fade yours was the first face that popped into his mind. He had tried to go to other food sources but they always felt…lacking. Bland and unseasoned, their noises and fluids did nothing to excite him the way yours did. He was left full and energized, fed to the brim after desperately taking and feeding on his new virgin meals, but it always left him antsy and unsatisfied, haunted by the memory of your scent, your taste, just you.

It had gotten to the point where he was…touching himself. Masturbating! At the thought of you! The shame was so deep he had wanted to rip off his wings and tail, ashamed that a high class Incubus like him would become so desperate over some random little human that he would lower himself to self pleasure was…horrifying to say the least.

He took a deep shuddering breath just at the memory of those dark times as he glided further into your room, letting your scent surround him as he purred softly. Your scent already had the stress from those memories melting away, leaving him feeling fuzzy and relaxed, as it should! His mate should calm him~

Mate…just the thought of the word had him warm and giddy inside. It had taken him weeks to realize what all the feelings he had meant, you smelling and tasting so good, he was left unable to feed properly. He almost felt ashamed that he had made you wait so long before he realized! Oh, he hoped you would forgive him! What was he thinking, of course, you would! The two of you were destined for each other of course!

Oh, it was so exciting! You would be only his to hold, his to touch! Your small, fragile mortal body would curl up against his, warm and soft against him, arching and nuzzling into his touches like a good little girl~ He would sweep you up into his arms, being praised as your manly hero as he takes you away from your pathetic human world! No one would be able to stop him or deny him of his claim.

He would kill them if they tried.

His hand was trembling slightly with excitement as he reached out towards your bed, pulling your blankets aside as he crawled into the bed, inhaling deeply as he let your scent wrap around him.

Oh…He was so giddy thinking of all the things he could do with you now! He had always dreamed of having his own little mate to call his~ Someone made to please him, to love him, to be with him. Every inch of you from your head all the way down to the tips of your toes was built to be perfect for him~ Would you feel the same about him? Already he ached for you, ached for your touch, as many Incubi did when they found their mates, but you were human. Still, he liked to think that you were just as drawn to him as he was to you.

He could already picture it, you looking up at him, teary eyed and sleepy, begging for him to crawl into your bed, wrap you up in his arms and wings and hold you so you could sleep. You would beg for him so prettily, whimpering that you can’t sleep without him. He would wrap you up tight in his arms, carry you to the bed and ravish you until you couldn’t stay awake anymore~ He gasped softly nuzzling your pillow, breathing in hard as he purred softly. How would he do it?

Maybe he’d bury himself between your thighs, lapping and sucking at your dripping cunt, drinking your juices and working you through orgasm after orgasm until you have no choice but to pass out from the pleasure. Or maybe he’d stuff you full of his cock, rocking slowly up into you, drinking up every noise of pleasure as he makes love to you; tenderly bringing you to completion as you stayed limp and submissive under him, falling asleep while still rolling in the pleasure he gave you.

You would be so good for him wouldn’t you? Let him take you over and over, let him please you and bring you to the heights of pleasure. You would never touch another ever again…too desperate and needy for him, so perfect for…

He moaned low and deep, his hand dragging over his dick that was straining hard against his loose fitting pants. Every nerve in his body felt on edge, even just the brushing of fabric against his skin sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body. Fuck…He needed you so bad.

He couldn’t stop the small unmanly whimper that came from him as he tugged his pants down just enough for his member to pop out, the cold air hitting it leaving him shuttering hard. His teeth ached, begging to sink into your sensitive skin, to claim you, mark you up as his. He had never felt like this felt so…desperate.

It was addicting.

You did this to him…made him feel. Something he had always chased, desperate for the escape from the apathy that came with his cursed existence, doomed to forever chase the hunger and high of feeding off the pleasure of those who could feel. Yet here you were giving it to him freely. It was so addicting, to have all these feelings, towards you!!

He could never go back to the way it was before. He wouldn’t let it go back. He would kill anyone who tried to take you away from him, who tried to take this away…

He groaned, his entire body trembling all the way down to the tip of his tail as he slowly wrapped his fist around his cock, pumping it in his clawed hand. He could already imagine stuffing you full, coating you inside and out with his cum, claiming you so good no one would ever even question who you belonged to.

Oh, he couldn’t wait any longer! He wanted so badly to be inside you, cock nestled between your walls, your cunt squeezing down around him as his mouth and hands dragged over your soft skin. Already he could picture his claiming mark painted on your skin…

Something was nagging at him, an itch deep in the back of his brain as he swiped his thumb over his cock, huffing your scent as he pressed his face deeper into your pillow. He was missing something but he was too drunk on your scent, too focused on the build to his release to pay attention to the alarm bells blaring in his brain.

At least until he heard the bedroom door creak open followed by a frightened shriek.

“What the hell are you doing in my house?!”

He panicked, flailing as he spun around and sat up at the same time, staring at you wide eyed. Fuck! He had gotten so caught up in his fantasy he hadn’t even realized you weren’t in the bed, which meant you clearly weren’t asleep.

“I-I um, oh man I didn’t mean for you to meet me like this…”

You stared at him in confusion, eyes slowly dragging down until they locked onto his member, hard and leaking against his stomach. Your face immediately flushed hot, a startled squeak coming from you. Despite his panic as he tumbled out of your bed, clawed feet hitting your floor with loud clicks that just seemed to frighten you even more. He couldn't help the curl of amusement that swirled in his gut over the fact that you had immediately averted your eyes. Humans were always such silly things, so shy about sex and bits. Incubi were much more…open. Something you were going to have to get used to since he had no plans on hiding his dick away from his mate. Hell, the only reason he wore pants is because he thought they looked hella manly and cool! Like those famous actors from human movies! But now that he had a mate, he couldn’t imagine having something stopping him from just immediately taking you whenever and wherever he wanted, even if it was only for a second.

“Don’t be mad! I know im a bit late but I promise I’ll make it up to you~”

He calmed himself, grinning at you as he held his arms out as if asking for a hug as he advanced on you. You found yourself stumbling back as you stared at him in horror. He looked like something straight out of a horror movie, skin dark and reddened like blood, blackened horns jutting out and twisting around his head grotesquely, with every move the skin stretched over them almost seemed to pulse slightly as his slitted eyes roamed your body with a shamelessly large grin. Disgust and fear curled in your stomach as jagged sharp teeth were revealed to you, tapering off into sharp points just like the claws that spurted from his hands and feet. You could see a tail sway behind him, brushing the bottoms of large stretched out wings that were already curling towards you, stretching out as you stumbled back.

What…was he? For the briefest of moments you had thought it was the man from your dreams, warm and handsome as he fucked you, stuffed you full and left you shaking and crying for more. Every night you dreamt of him you woke up feeling sore but sated, your entire body aching but feeling so warm, the flashes of red hair and a bright smile still behind your eyelids. Warm moans and sweet praises still echoing faintly in your ears. This…thing in front of you was far from him.

“Stay the fuck away from me!”

You spun around, grabbing the door frame as you tensed, trying to run. Run where though? To the phone? Out the door? Should you scream for help? Who would believe you if you told them this this…demon was in your house, jerking off in your bed?

You had just barely made it out the door, feet sliding across the wood floor and nearly tripping you up when he moved too. In a flash he was through the door, behind you, arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you off the floor. You hadn’t even seen him move from his spot standing next to your bed.

“Let go of me! You sick fuck! Pervert! Help!”

You screamed kicking and flailing in his arms as he easily held you up off the floor. You tried elbowing his head, biting, scratching, hitting him in any way you could with your back pressed tightly against his chest and strong arms restraining you by your waist. He just laughed brightly as you hit him, any strikes just bouncing off his hard skin as he turned around to walk you back to your room.

“Feisty! I like that!”   

Rage filled your chest when he laughed at your attempts to free yourself. He was left unaffected while you were left throbbing in pain, every hit feeling like you were trying to punch a boulder. It was hopeless attacking him, it was clear he was stronger than you. So you did the only thing you could think to do.

You grabbed onto the door frame as he walked through, clutching it hard enough it hurt, refusing to let go even when he tugged you lightly. The bright grin that had been plastered on his face faded slightly, and you took that victory and clung to it, clutching the door frame tighter.

”Come on, don’t be like that. I know you want to play hard to get but I don’t want to hurt you. Look, you’re hurting yourself. Let go.”

You clung tighter, ignoring the rough wood digging into your palms hard enough that you were sure you would have slivers and cuts when you did let go. You didn’t care.

“Hard to get?! I'm not playing anything! Let go of me!”

You twisted trying to kick him again, lips curling into a snarl as he sighed at you. He shifted you in his hold, one arm unwinding from your waist just to hook under your thighs as he stepped closer, holding you firmer against his chest.

“You’re just nervous~ Don’t worry, Im sure any mortal would be, you probably don’t understand it completely yet, do you?~ I’ll help you relax~”

Understand what? Did the man have some sort of delusional fantasy about you? Anxiety filled you as you squirmed in the new grip as best as you could, trying to shove him away without letting go of your deathgrip on your door. You opened your mouth to snap at him, argue even more, kick and scream, anything so he would let go of you when a sweet scent started pouring off of the beast. You were breathing hard, both from the yelling and fighting, you got a large lungful of the smell before you could even register it was there.

The effects were immediate. Your head spun hard, hard enough you had to squeeze your eyes closed to stop the way the room suddenly spun hard, your entire body instantly falling limp in his arms.

“There you go~ Much better…”

You forced your eyes open again once everything stopped spinning so hard, staring up at the demon holding you with wide confused eyes. What did he do to you? He had shifted you so he was cradling you bridal style, you reached up to push at his chest, to push him away. You tried at least, your movements were slow, your body feeling weak. You pressed your hands against his chest, but you couldn’t find the strength to shove at him, to resist the jolts of pleasure that shocked you when you touched him.

“Easy there~ You might rile me up even more.”

You felt your face grow hot as he grinned down at you, ripping your hands away from his chest through pure will alone. Your cheeks burned  even hotter when he chuckled down at you, sitting down on your bed and turning to settle you down in his lap.

You shook hard as he wound his tail around your waist, tugging you until you were in a position he liked, large hands pressing against your stomach and sliding down your thighs, exploring your body, your skin in a way that felt so familiar…like he had done it before. You felt painfully aware of how his chiseled chest felt pressed against your back, how in this position, with your legs spread wide to try and straddle his thick thighs you could feel his hard on brushing up against your panties. You could feel your tummy flip as your cunt twitched, clenching down on nothing with every brush against your clothed heat.

“Please don’t hurt me…”

You were panting hard, desperate panicked breaths just proving to intoxicate you further, the sweet scent pouring off of him twisting around your senses and filling your head up. Every breath you took drained more of your fight out of you, panic and fear slowly being replaced with something…warm. Something sweet. You couldn’t bring yourself to push him away or thrash and fight like you were before. You felt disconnected from your body, willing it to move but you couldn’t manage more than the weak twitches of your fingertips and toes. You wanted to jump, pull away, do anything. Shamefully you noticed you were getting wet, soaking through your panties as your entire body tingled, arousal coiling tight in your gut.

“Oh, no, no, sweetie~ I’d never hurt you…Well, not unless you wanted me to.”

He grinned down at you, sharp and dangerous, his jagged teeth glinting under the moonlight that poured in from the open window.

You were panting hard, every weak gasp for air just proving to drunken you even further as you breathed in his scent, unable to stop yourself from slumping against his body. You trembled mewling weakly as his claws trailed down your skin, even just the soft scrape of his claws against your skin sending jolts of pleasure straight to your throbbing cunt. You jolted against his chest when his fingers finally pressed flat against your abdomen, claws easily hooking under your panties, hand sliding in to cup your privates fully.

“Good girl~ So wet for me~”

You trembled in his arms, flushing bright red when his hand was quickly coated in your fluids, hyperaware of the feeling of it slowly dripping out of your throbbing sex. You were painfully focused on his touch as his middle finger dipped between your lips, rubbing at your clit and entrance all at once, smirking as you jolted hard, a loud startled moan bubbling from your chest before you could stop it. You shuttered in his arms, whimpering as you arched back against him as he kept moving, rubbing at you as a deep growl vibrated through his chest.

“That’s it~ Good girl~”

You gasped, keening softly as he pulled his hand out of your underwear, making sure to drag his finger across your clit the entire way. Immediately his hands hooked under your bare thighs, smearing your juices across your skin as he lifted you up. 

“Let's get you out of these~”

He purred as he maneuvered you, easily holding you up with one hand as he dipped one clawed finger under the band of your panties, easily shredding through the fabric and tossing it to the side. You gasped whimpering as cold air finally hit your heated flesh. God...it felt like you were burning up. You could feel wetness dripping out of you, coating your thighs and dripping down onto his cock. You wanted to feel shame, fear, but your thoughts were too fuzzy, too consumed by the overwhelming lust that filled your entire body. 

“Now you’re getting into it, such a good girl~ My good little mate...Fuck you’re so soaked for me~”

You shivered moaning softly at his deep voice in your ear as he picked you up yet again, moving you until you were face down on the bed, hips propped up so he could grind his swollen cock against your dripping cunt. You found yourself drooling into your mattress as you desperately tried to rock back against his cock with your limited mobility. Fuck...you just...needed. You whined high and loud, frustrated as he chuckled down at you, his claws brushing down your back, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he cooed down at you. 

“Be patient. I’ll give you what you need...”

The sweet smell got even stronger as he leaned over you, pressing his chest against your back, cock rubbing between his thighs as his hands moved up to cup your breasts. You found yourself melting into the touch, panting and mewling weakly as he rolled your nipples between his fingers, claws leaving shallow scratches across your skin. Even that felt good…

“Such a good mate! Look at you, so gorgeous...I could eat you forever, you know~”

He purred nipping at your ear as he drank up your sweet pleasured cries, rocking his hips between yours as he thrust blindly between your thighs. Low grunts and groans were panted out right in your ear as he rut against your pussy, blindly searching for your entrance. 

“Gonna fill you up so good...fill you full of my seed. Make you mine!”

He growled his cock bumping against your hole, nudging against it before sliding past. Growling again he slowly pulled back, keeping his hands around your stomach as he lined himself up before thrusting into you. Claws pricked at your stomach, drawing small beads of blood as he forced you to take him all the way to the base in one thrust. 

You cried out, trembling hard as you clamped down around his cock as he stuffed you full. Your brain was telling you it should hurt, you shouldn’t’ve been able to take him like that, but all you could think about was the waves of pleasure rolling through you as you moaned. It was like you were molded to his cock, made to take him, made to be filled like this. The overwhelming feeling of wholeness made your head spin as pleasure danced along your spine. 

“You feel so good around me, baby~ I knew you were made to take me like this...that very first time your pretty little cunt wrapped around my cock, I knew I loved you.”

He gushed eagerly, voice rough in your ear as he rambled between moans, rocking his hips inside of you. First time…? What did he mean by-

You didn’t have time to register that fully, let alone ask him. He pulled out, cock dragging against your walls as you twitched and clenched around him before immediately thrusting back in, leaving you arching back against his chest, crying out for him. 

“You’re so tight~ It’s like you never want to let me go~ You must love me a whole lot, don’t you, baby?”

He growled happily in your ear as he started a rough and brutal pace, hips slapping against yours, the force of each thrust hard enough you found yourself jolting forward, only held in place by the iron grip he had around your stomach. 

He fucked you like he was making a claim, the wet sounds of your pussy clenching around him with every thrust filling the room along with his grunts and growls and your desperate pleasured cries. All you could do was hold on, your hands balled into fists as you clung to the sheets below you as waves of pleasure rolled over you, unable to think of anything but Kirishima. Every breath you took was his scent, all you could feel was his cock thrusting deep inside of you, his chest pressed against yours, the way he was kissing and nipping at your jaw. 

You didn’t even realize he had never told you his name, the very one you were whimpering. 

“Look, baby~ I'm right here.” 

You could feel the toothy grin against the back of your neck as a large hand pressed against your stomach, pushing hard enough you could feel every single thrust all the more. You sobbed in pleasure torn between grabbing his hand and ripping it away from your stomach and pushing it harder against it. Anything to keep the pleasure dancing behind your eyes. 

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that, long enough that your throat felt raw, that your neck and shoulders ached with the bruises and marks he had left behind. Your nipples felt rubbed raw and sensitive. Everything blurred together, you were left limp and submissive in the demon’s arms, as he fucked you, snarling into the back of your neck. Compliments and praises were still raining down on you but they rolled off of you before you could even begin to process them. All you could think about was that heat coiling in your belly, you wanted to cum so badly. You whimpered desperately clenching down around him as you bucked your hips backwards, trembling hard when he snarled, thrusting his hips back inside you hard enough you actually found yourself sliding forward. 

“Shit, I’m close, baby...Are you going to cum with me?”

His voice was warped, deep and gravely, sounding harsher, darker than before. It wasn’t a voice that any human could ever hope to have. Still you whined high in your throat, nodding desperately, anything! You just wanted to cum so bad! Every time you got close, teased with that release it danced away from you, denying you of it. Not this time.

You nearly sobbed in pleasure as he started thrusting harder, hips stuttering as his cock pulsed hard inside of you. It only took one...two...three thrusts before he was roaring, the sound loud enough it vibrated through your body, your ears ringing as he came. He kept thrusting as he spilled inside of you, cum spilling out your hole around his cock and flooding down your thighs. He kept thrusting hard inside of you until he grabbed your hips with both hands, yanking you back onto his cock as he thrust as deep as he could. You seized up, screaming as you came, vision whiting out as you spasmed around his cock, drool spilling down your chin as your eyes rolled back. Wave after wave flooded through you, leaving you shaking and sobbing through the pleasure, immediately falling limp like a marionette with its strings cut the second it started to fade. You could hear his and your heavy breaths filling the otherwise silent room, feel the cum dripping down your thighs and pooling around your knees. 

He waited until you both had caught your breaths, still shaking and sweaty against each other's bodies before he suddenly lunged down, teeth sinking into your shoulder. You screamed in agony as sharp fangs sunk into your skin, tearing through your flesh. The grip around you tightened as he held you still, slurping and lapping at the blood that flowed heavily from the wound.  

You dropped to the mattress the second he pulled away, hanging limply in his hold as he slowly set you down. It felt like your very life had been sucked out of you, leaving you weak and confused, unable to navigate the maze of your own mind through the fog of pleasure and lust and now pain that had filled it. Black crept around the edges of your vision as everything started to blur together. Your eyes felt so heavy...

“Hey...None of that now. Not yet.”

You whined low in your throat as he grabbed your hair, making your neck arch back as you blearily blinked up at him, your shoulder throbbed hard, protesting the new position as it pulsed in pain, blood oozing out of the wound slowly. Your vision was reduced to shadows and movements, watching as the blurry outline of the demon sank his fangs into his own thumb, pulling away darker. The same dark blur that covered his fangs dripped slowly down his hand. He slowly lowered it to your lips, thumb slipping into your mouth. You tried to cringe back as a heavy metallic taste filled your mouth, but the hand entangled in your hair prevented you from moving an inch. Instinctively you swallowed down the fluid that flooded your mouth, cringing even more as it coated your throat uncomfortably and filled your senses. You cried out pitifully around his thumb even as you suckled on it, wanting to squirm away but unable to find the energy to do so. 

“Shhh~ I know. You’re okay.”

His thumb slipped from your mouth, hand letting go of your hair, finally letting you fall limply to your mattress. Relief filled your body as you finally relaxed, aching from head to toe, faintly you could still feel your pussy throbbing with every beat of your heart. Your eyes slid closed, fully believing the hell that you had just been put through was over.

Of course you were wrong. 

It started small, a soft tingling in your back, slight warmth that you ignored due to the overwhelming heat of the demon still draped over you. You could still feel his gaze boring into you, waiting. You ignored him, pressing your face harder against the mattress below you, determined to either stay there until he left or you suffocated. 

At least until your back started burning. The subtle heat from before was gone, replaced with an inferno tearing apart your lower back, burning through your muscles and skin. Faintly you could hear agonized screaming somewhere far away, it took you a moment to realize that that was you screaming. You couldn’t focus on it, though, the pain leaving your mind floating as tears streamed down your face, chest heaving for air. 

And then...his voice cut through it all. Deep and rumbling through your ear it was like a soothing balm across the flames that were eating you alive. 

“Shh~ Just accept it, baby~ Don’t fight it. I know it hurts, just relax...It’ll be over soon~”

Your whimpers were muffled as he leaned back, claws dragging slowly across your lower back. You screamed again, agony shooting through you as he touched them, pain hitting your consciousness like a bus. You twisted in place as best you could, weakly trying to turn around to swat away at his touch, only to freeze at what you saw. 

The demon's face was twisted into a menacing grin, eyes practically glowing with delight as his claws dragged down your back, pain rocking you to your core. All you could see was a vague black shape on your back, similar to the one that covered the demon’s arm. Everything was too blurry to make out the details, pain and darkness made the edges of your vision fuzzy. 

“You’re finally all mine~”

His voice was soft, warm, filled with so much joy and happiness it didn’t fit him, it didn’t fit the situation you were in. Your ears were ringing, stomach clenching hard. You felt like you were going to throw up. The darkness that had been creeping along the edges of your vision started spreading. 

The last thing you saw was pointed sharp teeth grinning down at you, tracing over your mark with a dark possessive glint to his eye. 

You were finally all his. 

#yandere #kirishima x reader #reader insert #fantasyau #incubus

[autisticgodot]

also im working on a fic but i can’t tell if it’s good or a mess so if i put it under the read more will someone consider checking it out and letting me know if it’s worth pursuing? its a post aa6 sibling reveal fic 

“Fraulein.”

Trucy is watching her footsteps carefully, stepping around the potholes, beating down on the sidewalk cracks for good measure. The voice startles her, it takes a moment of winging her head around for her to find its origin. She finds Prosecutor Gavin in his car, pulled to the side of the road beside her. A hand dangles casually over the edge of the window, waving her over when he sees she’s noticed him. Trucy walks slowly to the window, staring at the garish car. It’s long and short, stretched out like Klavier is trying to take as much space of the road as he can. She can’t imagine it would be very fast, but perhaps it slips through the air with little drag. She wouldn’t really know, she’s just gleaned enough of the words from conversations overheard at school, at the grocery, at the library to put together a conversation. That explains her knowledge on many things. 

“If you’re going to offer me a ride, you should know that me and daddy have a password system,” she says cautiously. 

Klavier chuckles a bit. “Herr Forehead told me you were having a little night on the town. He thought I might be able to check in on you. He didn’t advise me on any sort of password.”

Trucy looks the prosecutor over thoughtfully. She chews her lip carefully, pops up on her tiptoes to look at the state of Klavier’s passenger seat. It isn’t decimated, not like how she imagines daddy’s car would be, if he could drive. Still, there are stray receipts, water bottles, a fast food bag. She leans back on her heels. “The password doesn’t apply if I ask for a ride, though.” She says. “Daddy trusts my decision-making.”

“Are you asking, Fraulein?”

Trucy nods. In response, she can hear the click of the unlock button. She makes the walk around to the passenger side, pushes the trash to the floor, and takes the seat. 

Klavier waits for the sound of the seatbelt before setting the car to drive. He leans back when he does, places one hand at the top of the steering wheel. Trucy leans up to watch the way he switches from gas to brake, notes the speed he goes and compares to the posted limit. “No motorcycle today?”

“I didn’t think you’d be the type.” Trucy has always appreciated the way Klavier could retort. It’s fun, like a game you’re both pretending not to be playing. With Polly, he’s always taking it a bit too seriously. 

Trucy purses her lips. “I could surprise you.”

Klavier stops at a red light, smiles over at her. “You always do. Where to?”

She’d been hoping this question would take longer to crop up. Her options are limited. Polly’s place is unavailable; Trucy isn’t sure she knows where it is even if she thought she’d be welcome. She can’t go home yet. Athena is too passionate for the level of energy she’s willing to expend right now. Edgeworth, while certainly someone who would allow her reprieve, would act far too much like a father for her comfort. 

“Light’s green,” she says. 

He doesn’t ask again. His foot goes gas to brake, gas to brake, gas to brake, and Trucy just watches. 

She doesn’t look up until he slides the car into park and turns the key in one swift move. Klavier pulls the key out, clicks his seatbelt free, pops the door open. Trucy only stares. “You’re coming, ja?”

#ace attorney #trucy wright #klavier gavin #if this doesnt go anywhere i will delete to avoid the embarrassment but oh well

[sinfulwrites]

Here's your treat, im sure everyone else will enjoy it too 😌💓

Now, I have given you rich man, Jesse and Asa, and Hannibal. I have given you Jesse and Asa... Bit may I give you all three AT THE SAME TIME?

So imagine...

You're on your knees, in front of you stands three men in expensive suits. Gagged and bound, your hands tied to your sides with your legs trapped together by the harsh rope turning your flesh red.

You were meant to be Asas' beloved pet, but after they saw you... They figured it wouldn't kill them to share.

At the start you were... A bit of a spitfire, strong-willed, a tough little cookie... A little brat.

But they know how to deal with little spoiled brats like you princess dont worry.

Now at the start the thought they would ease you into it, treat you like a little princess as the example, "see how nice it feels? This is what good girls get, doesn't it feel so nice?~ you are going to be good right? Now that you see what good girls isn't it better than fighting?"

But that all changed when you tried to Bite Asas' fingers when he tried to take the gag off the first time.

It's a real shame, they were going to be nice but... It looks like you are just too bratty to be taught that way.

As if they could read each other's minds they all started to move, Hannibal stood in front of you with his gloves as he started to remove the ball gag; he gave you a warning glare challenging you to try and bite him. Asa moved to the back where the tools were, and Jesse stood behind you dragging his gloved finger down your pussy.

You flushed, emmbaresed, and a little insecure? You questioned, why would you be worried? Why are you so... Worried about pleasing him?

When Jesse removed his finger a string of your slick clung to his finger and he groaned, you were so beautiful~

By now Asa found the tools he wanted to use and turned to the others giving them a nod to get started.

Hannibal started to push his fingers into your mouth, testing how far he could go without you gagging, and Jesse used his hands to spread your cheeks apart as Asa pushed the beads into your ass, he wanted to see how much you could take for the beads weren't exactly the smallest, he was going to just use a plug to stretch you so he could fit without causing you too much pain but this was much more fun.

After the slow teasing and Jesse flicking your clit now and then, they finally went for it. Hannibal removed his belt taking his cock from his pants and lightly slapping the wet tip against your lips, you looked up at him before giving him a little kitten lick before opening your mouth and letting him slide into your throat.

Asa slowly took the beads out from you one by one before Jesse took his place under you slapping his cock to your pussy and pushing in, taking your nipple into his mouth while Asa spit on your ass before pushing his way into you, you were in for a rough night.

Now you were their sweet obedient little baby, they could tell by the way you moaned as you bobbed your head up and down Hannibal's cock opening your mouth looking up at his sticking your tongue out taking a long lick up his cock to the base; they could tell you were a good girl now By the way you arched your back your back and pushed yourself onto Asas' cock and held Jesse as he sucked your nipple.

You were a good girl, you could just be a little... Spoiled sometimes. But dont worry baby, they will always be here to put you back in your place.

There you are my loves 🦋💤

Oh.. my...

I need a moment

You're spoiling me 😩💦

Dear lord, you weren't lying about needing a fan. Somehow you got all my favorite stuff in here 😩💦

I don't even know where to start with this. The idea of Asa sharing me with his boyfriends pals is just... 🥵

The clit flicking, the anal beads, the gloves, cock slapping, just being used as an absolute flesh light

This is what I deserve, my brattiness needs to be corrected by sexy rich men

I'm deceased, my brain is short circuting. This is all I'm gonna be thinking about all day. Thank you, my fairy 😩💦

#asks #🦋💤 anon #maybe a massive tmi #but this ask made me flick my bean to see what that feels like #and uh #yep he can flick it all day long if he wants to

[odetolove]

Koushi hates you. He’s hated you ever since you walked into his Intro to Psychology class freshman year, an unexplainable heat pooling in his gut whenever you would flash your papers with bright red “100”s in his direction or send snarky comments his way during lectures. He didn’t know why you suddenly set your sights on him from that first day, but every interaction with you pushed his buttons, and nearly four years later, he was about to snap.

It didn’t help that you would always walk around campus wearing next to nothing. Those sorry excuses of tank tops? They were more like bras with how short they were, so thin that the gentlest breeze caused your nipples to strain against the fabric. Your skirts? So short that whenever you bent over, Koushi was able to see whatever pair of lace panties you were wearing that day.

For nearly four years, Koushi let his hate for you run its course, keeping the mindset that the sooner he graduated, the sooner he could forget about you. For those four years, he was successfully able to avoid you for the most part. It was his last semester of college, and he was just ready to be out of there and not have to look at you for the rest of his life. He was unluckily placed in the same Public Speaking class as you, but what harm would one more semester with you do?

Until one day when you “brushed” past him after class, your shoulder roughly knocking into his as you walked alongside one of your friends, his nostrils being invaded with the scent of your expensive perfume. The look you sent him was dark, eyes burning and skin shining with sweat from the hot sun.

That look followed him to his dorm room later that night, when he beat his cock so hard he was weeping. He just wanted to fuck you til you cried, put you in your place, and let some steam off. He imagined what you would look like under him, begging for his cock and cum as he let out four years’ worth of frustration out on you. Koushi certainly didn’t expect to get a whiff of your perfume when he covered his mouth and nose with his shirt in an attempt to muffle his noises. He certainly didn’t expect to cum that very moment he inhaled the perfume, breathily groaning your name and milking his cock once more.

And that brings Koushi to the next day. As if the gods themselves were laughing at him, he had to be paired with you for a major speech, one worth more than 200 points. At this point, he just wanted to be done with the speech, then email his professor if he could work alone for future projects.

But he had to deal with you first, tapping away at your laptop and humming obnoxiously to yourself as you started drafting the outline of the speech in his dorm room, on his bed nonetheless. His roommate was out for the night, leaving the two of you alone. Koushi unconsciously clenched his fist right there on his desktop, willing the stirring in his pants to cease. You were wearing that damned perfume again, the same one that drove him crazy last night and made him cum until he nearly passed out.

How much more was he gonna be able to take?

-Suga anon :)

IM SORRY I KNOW THIS IS REALLY LONG I CAN REWRITE IT IF YOU WANT SO ITS SHORTER

it was hard- near exhausted with playing up the fact that i hated him in order to keep the lust bubbling in my tummy every time i even looked his way down. it was better to keep him at arms length with any jab or coughed out insult than to admit just how much time he spent in my head unknowingly.

preoccupying myself with idly drafting up slides and assigning him some of the harder ones for the presentation i let myself look at him when he wasn’t aware- bitting my lip. with a huff, i tossed my laptop to the side of his bed, obnoxiously stretching, oversized cardigan sliding off one shoulder when i sat back down.

i’m bored.

i mumble- eyes glancing over his bed, eyes landing on his covers and pillows, wondering if they smelled as nice as him- wondering if they were comfortable and how they’d feel against bare skin.

how much more do you have to do… you’re kinda a slow typer.

i giggle teasingly, tossing my hair back while swinging my legs- not being able to help send a teasing remark his way, the way he responded to them; eyes hardening, jaw clenching always always always had my legs clench in anticipation, wondering if he’d look at me like that while keeping me pinned down to whatever surface he fucks me on.

my hands keep me busy while i wait for him to answer, playing with the hem of the dress i’m wearing- making sure to wear the cutest one i owned, something pink and soft; despite the cold weather, choosing to suffer through it all in order to hopefully entice him.

if you want me to, i can do your part too- it’s pretty easy, you won’t have to strain that brain of yours trying to keep up.

#sugawara.love #I THINK I MAY FAINT #MY LEGSSS ARE ALLL SHAKYYYYY HELP MEE EJDBRBEJDUCHXJZUSHSIXKSKBRRJI #also i hope i come across as a soft n smart girl who’s a little bitchy bc that’s my dream to b perceived like that #i’m frothing at the mouth at pushing his buttons #creaming i mean screaming #favorite.love #also mod pls don’t ever apologize YOURE PERFEECCTTTTT

[edspageds]

kyle im gonna bother you again bc i have my notifications on for you 😘😘😘 sorry im annoying 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️ but i have to give you a prompt im so sorry i just love your writing so much. it's the "did you at least think of me when you were having sex with her" i love you 😘😘😘🥰🥰🥰

Prompt: “did you at least think of me when you were having sex with her ”

Ship: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier - Reddie

Rating: E

Word Count: 2.3k

CW: notSFW, affairs, basically Eddie is having an affair with Richie and it’s good for neither, but they can’t keep themselves from each other.

I may have gone slightly off the rails with this one, but I hope you still enjoy! You’re never a bother, and I love hearing from you!! sorry this took as long as it did!!

Send me your prompts! <3

Richie licked a strip up the column of Eddie's throat, savoring his shuddering breath, his fingers tightening on his biceps. Eddie trailed his hand up, splaying one across the jut of his chin, the other digging into his scalp, carding through his hair. 

He never wants it to stop, Eddie's hands drawing him closer, heated skin pressed together. He can ignore all the signs; the pale band on his finger where his wedding ring normally sits, the secret meetings in far off private locations, the distance spanning between them in the light despite their tender embrace in the dark. 

It's not hard for him, pretending that is. Lost in the bliss of Eddie's throat, peppering little kisses and love nips. Eddie arching against him, his hard cock rubbing against his thigh. His pulse racing, the thud of his heart roaring through his veins. 

He can pretend it's all for him. That he's not sharing.

That Eddie's heart belongs is his alone, encased snug in the spot where Richie's used to be. Because he gave his to Eddie months ago. 

If he were any more of a romantic he might even say he gave it to him that first night they met. Dim lights and booming music forcing them close, Richie leaning toward the bartender, and into Eddie's space to order another drink. 

He didn't notice him at first, but he tugged on his sleeve. Richie turned to him, and almost swallowed his tongue at this gorgeous man, blurry, but glowing under the neon beer maid sign hung above the bar. He scrunched his nose, the stench of alcohol strong on Richie's breath, but he didn't move away.

Eddie reached into his bag, and offered him a Listerine strip, still entranced in the bob of Richie's adams apple. 

"You need it." He said it matter of fact, maybe even a little snootily, and Richie was smitten. 

Like a gradual heat, spreading from the base of his neck outwards to the very tips of his fingers and toes, his fondness for Eddie grew. It happened so slowly, he didn't even realize what he'd given away, until he laid in bed, watching the sun tickle across Eddie's cheeks. His chest aching where his heart used to be, that he even realized he'd given it away. 

And he likes to think Eddie's given him his. In between lingering lips, and sweet nothings fucked out of his throat, he belongs to him. Stretched on his cock, holding Richie still so he can take in the slight sting, pleasure racing up and down his spine. 

Their breaths mingling, only thinking of each other. Richie can pretend, lost in Eddie's enchanting brown eyes. 

He can pretend that his heart beats only for him, and that beyond this room he can hold his hand, whisper love into his lips until his cheeks are a bright cherry red, and have those eyes reflect it right back.

He's drunk on them, the lies he's built up to fool himself. But, in this room he can. Because here, here it's them. Just them. So, Richie can lie, can pretend, as long as he has this. 

As long as he has Eddie. 

(He tells himself that, every day, and every day, the words ring a little more hollow.)

Richie presses against him, savoring his name rolling off his tongue in pleased hums. The head of his cock smearing cum across Richie's abdomen. "Richie, Richie…" whispered in the night like the sweetest, saccharine promise. His nails scraping down the expanse of his back lightly, tingles spreading like ripples in their wake. 

He thrusts in little movements, savoring the drag, and briefly wishing he could feel him without a condom on. It's safer this way (safer for her anyway). Bubbling deep beneath the surface, in the pits of his mind, he wonders what Eddie would do if he took it off. Felt the blunt head of his cock nudge against him, weeping in white across his rim. Would he shudder in want, tugging Richie closer? 

Mindless of anyone else but them, a sign of his true desires. He doesn't, because he respects the other man's wishes too much, and because he's afraid of what might happen if Eddie tries to push him away. If the beast hiding away under his flesh, just past the subcutaneous tissue, will lunge out not caring past its hunger, past its craving for Eddie, whole and completely. A beast that's been fed on jealousy and envy gnawing away at its gut, and only knows want. 

Eddie tightens his legs around him, breathlessly whispering "Harder" into his ear as if he can feel the beast slumbering inside him, howling out for relief! Like he knows Richie, can see that part of him, and wants just as much. 

Richie adjusts, getting his legs under him, thrusting into Eddie in a harsh, quick snap of his hips. The slap of skin on skin just as rewarding as the quick pants of his name spilling out in each thrust. Pure primal lustful fucking, the kind he can never get from her, and the kind Richie won't let Eddie soon forget. 

He fucks an impression of himself into his body, in place of the love he wants to cradle him with, because at least there's that-at least she can't touch him like this, have him like this, make him moan like this, Richie's name slipping off his tongue like a prayer. 

Eddie pants harshly, fingers scrambling for purchase traveling from Richie's hair to his shoulders, to his arms and back again, arching into each trust. As if he can't get enough of Richie, as if being balls deep inside of him isn't close and he wants even more-everything Richie has to offer, only Richie has to offer. 

Richie strangles a moan in the column of Eddie's throat, pumping the other man’s cock as he cums grinding into his prostate, a glow of devotion in Eddie's half-lidded brown eyes. 

Eddie follows right after him, beautiful climaxing crescendo playing through every muscle, as he clings to Richie just as tightly. Both panting, muscles loosening with every breath. 

Eddie tugs at him insistently, and Richie meets his waiting lips with his own. A wet, messy slide of tongue, spit dribbling into Richie's beard. Every cell in Richie's body yearning for the other man, screaming with each press of his lips 'I love you, I love you, I love you' but he doesn't say it. 

Barely holding the words clogged in his throat, too scared to admit it first, because of what Eddie might choose over him. But, looking in his eyes now, the dim light of the moon split in ribbons across his face, Richie can't imagine he'd pick anyone else. 

It might be the confidence the afterglow gifts him, it might be foolish, it might be reckless, but he can't stop the tide bubbling out, the words right there, right there on the tip of his tongue because Eddie… "Eddie, I-"

It's barely a whisper, just a hint of a ring muffled by distance, but it's familiar and shatters the illusion built up in Richie's mind. Eddie scrambles out from under him, shoving his shoulder and barely paying any mind to him in his pavlovian conditioning to answer that fucking phone.

The conversation is hushed, Eddie at least having the good grace to huddle into the on-suite to spare him listening to whatever bullshit he tells his wife to keep up the illusion of a happily married straight man. The sound of the tap running as he cleans off the evidence of his affair. Platitudes of affection dribbling in half-truths, her name on his lips like he wasn't just singing Richie's while getting railed on his cock. 

He doesn't bother removing the condom, letting his limp dick rest against his leg, semen seeping out just because he knows it'll piss Eddie off. He grabs a cigarette from the bedside table, the nicotine barely soothing the bitter jealousy spooling in his gut. 

It's not long, but it's enough for the distance between them to grow like years in the yawning distance of the bathroom to the bed. 

"You could clean up, Richie."

He blows a smoke ring at the other man, flicking ash to the floor. "And you could be less off a prissy shit."

Eddie scrunches his nose at the stale smoke lingering in the room, but his eyes also don't leave Richie's body which should say enough about his hypocrisy. Richie's not being fair, he knows he isn't. The unnecessary cruelty clenching his heart might have made him bite his tongue, apologize, but he already gave that away to the man hallowed by the bathroom light.  

In its place, resentment festers.

Eddie scoffs, gathering his clothes. "I don't have to stand here and listen to you be an asshole. I have a perfectly good bed at home that isn't being occupied by a gargantuan man baby."

"Yeah, it just has your gargantuan wife, Eds." It's a joke, but it's said as an insult, the words leaving his mouth like molten garbage.  "How is she by the way? You know, she's got a lot of cushin' for the pushin'. Bet her pussy feels real nice around your dick, huh? Or can she even feel it, like a tiny prick in the hay."

"Don't fucking talk about her that way, she doesn't deserve your shit!"

"But, she deserves you coming here getting your brains fucked out, while you simper at her. Yeah, real chivalrous of you Eddie-bear." Eddie's face is scarlet, sputtering indignantly even as he stands naked in the face of the truth. 

Because that's it, the simple truth of the matter. Eddie's willing to get fucked within an inch of his life, but fuck if he can be honest about it. 

"What the hell has gotten into you, you know why we have to do it like this." He hesitates a moment, eyes flickering between his gathered clothes and Richie spread out glowering at him. Internal debate, clear on his face. 

Maybe he should leave, quit this endless cycle they've found themselves in. 

Instead of backing away, Eddie comes closer perching on the edge of the bed, hand resting right by Richie's foot. "What will my job think, my mother- and I can't just leave her and run off with you in some happily ever fucking after! Like we're some Sunday lifetime special. I can't-"

Richie smiles sardonically, taking the cheap shot. "Be honest? Yeah, kinda got that already."

He scoffs, but it's not hurt in his eyes. He looks at Richie like he understands, like he knows what he keeps asking, and how much it hurts every time he walks out that door and pretends they don't know each other. Pretends like their relationship is this dirty little secret to stay shoved away in the dark. 

"Fuck off, you know I would if I could. You know that." He implores, lightly brushing Richie's ankle, but that gentle touch isn't enough to stem the tide of dark, possessive jealousy that spills from the aching pit in his chest. 

"Do I? Because what I know Eddie is that I have to meet you in far off dive bars just to have a conver-fucking-sation. What I know is you're too afraid to even text from anything other than a burner phone for fear of your wife finding out." Richie feels sick, the words coming out cutting, but he can't stop the muck from bubbling over out of his mouth. He's not loud, barely speaking above a whisper, but Eddie recoils like he's screaming in his face. 

"What I know is that you're more than willing to sell your shit to her for a few more minutes riding my cock. But, you want to know the thing I don't know Eds? The one thing I'm really dying to know?"

Eddie's fists open and close, refusing to meet Richie's eyes, but steeling himself nonetheless. Richie, for a moment, wants to take it all back. He can't stand hurting him, can't stand the person this is turning him into. Twisting into his guts, serrated knife kissing his intestines. Can't recognize himself from the ploppy shit that floats down in the sewers. 

He can deal with it, pull him close regardless of the hurt festering away, because isn't the lie more beautiful than the truth? Isn't it better to have him, have this, then nothing at all? 

Eddie looks at him then, defensive eyes and a haughty tilt of his head looking at Richie like he's the scum of the earth. 

And maybe he is, to hurt the person he loves most. "What? Do I still love her? That's what this is about isn't it. You're so fucking pathetic Richie."

But, Eddie's hurt him too. 

He doesn't move suddenly, doesn't seem even slightly rushed as he puts out his cigarette on the bare bedside table. Eddie furrows his brow, clearly a lecture quivering on his tongue, but he holds it in as Richie lazily slides closer. 

He lightly brings his hands to Eddie's cheeks, the other flinching, before leaning into the warm touch sighing in comfort. 

Richie smiles like a predator, cruel and all bright white teeth. "Do you think of me, when you're fucking her?" 

Eddie's breath hitches, startled gulps, but Richie doesn't give him a chance to catch it. He crashes their mouths together hot and heated; pouring in all his hatelove hatelove hatelove, teeth clacking harshly. Eddie grips his shoulders, blunt nails digging into his skin as they jam their lips together till he tastes blood, either his or Eddie's doesn't really matter at this point. 

Eddie presses closer, clambering into his lap as Richie yanks him, the mess leaking from his condom between them in a disgusting sticky mess. It's harsh and heated and says everything and nothing it needs. Eddie tugs on the hairs on the back of his neck, kissing him like it's the last time. 

But, holding him close, primal and near violent intensity sparking in flames, the biggest lie is that he could ever let this go. 

#reddie smut #reddie fanfiction #reddie drabble #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #asks #minors do not interact

[j2lover1999]

Sleeping Buddies

Warning: All arounds smut not gonna lie

This the part that annoyed me with sharing motel rooms with the Winchester’s. Is when it was my turn to share the bed. Don’t get me wrong anyone would kill to share a bed with a Winchester. Except that they seem more of a sister or a friend. So I knew nothing would happen; at least I thought nothing would. This time it was Sam’s turn to get his own bed. This motel room was quite chilly. It was winter and we were looking up a case in northern Quebec for ones of the boys dads friends. I decided to sleep with some grey sweats and a cropped hoodie. After my shower I put those on and brushed my hair quickly before going to snuggle in the covers. Dean joined me an hour later and turned out the lights. I fell asleep pretty quickly. 

The sun was shinning in my face due to having forgotten to close the blinds last night. As my eyes were slowly adjusting, I hear the door close which means it’s about 6 am and Sam was going out for his morning run followed by going to pick up breakfast. Right when I’m about to stretch I notice deans hand brushing up against my rib cage and his body is pressed against mine. This usually never happens but I might as well enjoy as it last. I snuggle back more into him pretending to still be sleeping. His breath starts to slowly quicken which means he’s about to wake up. I slide down a bit so his hand is slightly brushing up against my under boob under my cropped sweatshirt that I’m glad I wore.

 I arch my back so my butt is right against his crotch. To my surprise his hand lift all the way up to my breast and starts massaging it slowly. I try to keep my breath steady so he still thinks I’m asleep. I feel his hips move again my butt slowly and he squeezes my nipple. I let out an involuntary light moan as he keeps playing with my breast.

“I know what you were doing babygirl” he whispers in my ear as he starts kissing my neck and grinding his now hard on against me. “Frankly, you should of tried this sooner”.

He brings his hand down from by breast slowly down my stomach to the edge of my sweats. I close my eyes and wait for him to slip his hand inside but then stops.

“Is this ok?” He asks before continuing further.

I moan lightly before answering “more than ok” as a reach back to put my hand in his hair as he continues to kiss my neck. His hand finally slipping underneath the waist ban of my sweats to my bare freshly shaved pussy. He lets out a moan before spreading my wettness.

“You’re already so wet for me” he says as he enters I finger into my tight hole.

“I might of had a wet dream about you last night” I moan moving my hips against his hand.

“God you’re so hot” he says retrieving his hand from me before flipping me underneath him. He looks me in the eyes with a look I’ve never seen him look at me with before. He goes back to kissing my neck up my jawline and finally my lips. Kissing him was better than I could ever imagine. There was so much passion in the way he was kissing my. He went back down my neck then lifted my sweater to reveal my breasts.

“You’re fucking gorgeous” he says looking me in the eyes before going down to my breast and sucking on one nipple at a time. I moan as I arch into him. This was absolutely surreal. He continued down my rib cage all the way to the edge of my pants. Looking up at me slowly he started pulling them down waiting to see if I would protest except I’d be crazy to turn down dean Winchester. Once they’re off, he lets out a groan as he stares down at my glistening pussy. His eyes trail up my body to my breast then back to my face. He goes back to kissing me as he slowly rubs my clits which leaves me in a moaning mess.

“I love those sounds baby” he says he a lustful husky voice. He goes back down to my centre. His face directly in front of my womenhood as he blow cool air on it teasing me. Before devouring it with his mouth. I let out a scream as my body pushes against its face having never felt so much pleasure.

“Mmh dean don’t stop” I moan my eyes rolling to the back of my head. He adds a finger in pumping it in while still suckling on my clit.

“You’re so tight baby, you’ll feel so good around me” he says as he continues. My head goes back to reality as he says this. I sit up suddenly pulling away from him.

He looks surprised. “What’s wrong babe?” He asks concerned. “Did I hurt you”

“No Dean I’m fine” I say bring the covers up to hide myself before what I have to say next. “I just feel like I have to tell you I’ve never done this before” I say embarrassed looking down at my fingers scared of his reaction. He takes my chin in his hand so I look up at him tears in my eyes from embarrassment. We had a slight age difference. I was 19 and was 28 .

“If you’re willing to do this so am I” he says looking at me lovingly. I couldn’t help it I attacked him crushing my mouth against him and straddling him as we continued to make out our tongues fighting against each other’s. My hips grinding against his now raging hard on only a blanket and his boxers between us. He broke the kiss removing my sweater, staring at my chest as if it was the first time he was seeing them. His lips attached to one of my nipples as I continued to grind against him my hand pulling his hair which earned me moans from him. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. I wanted to hear more so I pushed him so he was laying down. I continued to grind on him my hands against his chest. He looked at me admiringly as he put his hands on my hips pushing the blanket off so it was no long converting me. My bare pussy now against his black boxer covered crotch. He let out another moan when he could feel my juices going threw the material.

“Are you sure you haven’t done this before” he chuckles grabbing a hand full of my ass pressing me harder against him which made a moan fall out of my lips.

“No you just being out this side of Me” I say breathless as I lean down to meet his lips again.

He picks me up a lays me down under me him never breaking the kiss. He takes one of my hands in his as he guides it to his crotch. My hand automatically started cupping him. I let out a gasp when I realize how big he is.

“Change your mind yet?” He says with a cocky smile.

I smile back before surprising him by pulling his boxers down and taking him in my hand slowly moving he up and down.

“Fuck the feels so good sweetheart but this is about you right now” he says grabbing both my hands and pulling the above my head holding them strongly my body at his mercy. Which turned my on even more both of our body’s completely bare against each other. He removes one of his hands from holding mine up and slides down between my breast , to my ribs, my navels, my pubic bone, then finally to the place I needed him most. He enter to fingers this time while his thumb rubs my clit I arch my back but can’t move much because of him holding my arms up.

“I can’t wait to be inside you babygirl” he says and I moan louder at the nickname. He tilts his head. “Oh you like me calling you that don’t you babygirl”.

I keep moaning not being able to focus enough to answer him. He stops abruptly which cause a whine to come out of my mouth needing the relief.

“Say you like daddy calling you baby girl if you want me to make you come” he says my pussy tightening on his fingers at the mention of the name daddy. “Oh you’re a bad girl arent you”. He says slowly moving his thumb but not putting enough pressure for it to give me what I needed.

“Yes daddy, I’m a bad girl and I like it when you call me baby girl” I moan trying to move my hips against his fingers to get some friction.

“Look at you squirm for me, you’re so beautiful babygirl” he says kissing me before continuing his work on me. Slowly I start to feel tingles all over my body.

“Daddy I’m gonna cum” I say almost screaming.

He stops kissing me and goes down to suck on my clit as he curls his fingers reaching a stop that I didn’t know existed. My whole body starts quivering as I see stars. I couldn’t hear myself moan from the pleasure as I convulsed my pussy clenching around his fingers.

“God baby that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen” he says coming up to kiss my letting my arms go so I can wrap them around his neck finally being able to hold him. I feel him running his dick against my wetness letting out moans as I completely sick his dick before he’s even inside me. I moan anticipating the feeling of him inside me.

“You ready baby?” He says rubbing my cheek looking me in the eyes.

“Yes please” I say nodding my head sounding desperate but at this point I don’t care.

He grabs my face making out with me for a good minutes before starting to grind his bare cock against me. Slowly working up till he puts the tip against my hole pushing it in slowly stretching my walls against him. He pulls out then pushes back in moaning. It felt a bit uncomfortable but the face he was making was worth it.

“You feel so good around daddy’s cock babygirl” he says moaning as he continues to trust slowly.

After giving me time to adjust he pushes a bit faster and rubbing my clit at the same time. After a bit, I start moaning as it starts to feel good. I wrap my legs around his waist to get him as close to me as possible.

“Mmh dean you feel so good inside me baby” I moan my eyes rolling to the back of my head as he continues to thrust his dick deep inside me.

“I’m not gonna last long baby you’re so fucking tight” he groans putting his face into my neck sucking on it leaving love bites all the way down to my breast.

“Me too daddy Im so close” I moan as his dick hits my g spot repeatedly.

He starts thrusting faster chasing both our releases.

“Ohh” I yell out my head falling back as a cum around him my vision going blurry. My walls squeezing him pushing him to cum deep inside me as he pushes himself as deep as he can go. His hot cum feeling me up to the brim as he collapses on top of me groaning deeply. As I come down I run my hands threw his hair while he catches his breath. He rest he chin looking up at me like no one has ever looked at me before.

“That was amazing” he says in awe and comes up to kiss me with even more passion than the others his dick still sheeted inside me. He continues to grind against me his dick still hard despite having already finding his release. I mean wrapping my legs around his hips. He finally pulls away breathless.

“Ok we should stop before Sammy comes back and we get to carried away” he says catching his breath.

I raise an eyebrow at him looking down at the where we are connected, “because we didn’t already get carried away” I say with a smirk.

“Mmhi god I love this side of you” he says while grabbing my ass and pulling me up on top of him so I’m straddling him. His dick pushes further into me causing I moan to escape. I start kissing his neck holding him close his hands griping my butt before brushing up my back. He grabs the end of my hair pulling me from his neck. My head now tilted upwards.

“Look at you all marked” he says studying the love bites he had made going down my ventures body. I could feel his dick getting harder inside me. I moan and start grind myself against him not seeming to get enough of him.

“You’re irresistible how could I say no” he groans pushing up into me giving me what I wanted. I moan as he mixes our juices even more within me. Both of us not caring about the mess we’ve created on the sheets. He holds my hips pushing me up and down on him. Impaling me with his thick dick. He sucks on my nipples as he goes faster. My pussy being sensitive from the two first orgasms starts spasming already around him.

“Are you going to come around daddy again babygirl” he says pushing faster up into me as a roll my hips in sink with him.

“Yes daddy I can’t help it you feel so good” I moan but mostly whine as a attempt to go faster. He wraps his arms around me holding me close as he pulls me down again him kissing me as he pushes even faster into me. My body going weak as I let him push me to my orgasm my body trembles around him as I scream against his mouth holding onto him for dear life. He keeps going until he comes once again inside me pushing as far as he can go as he spills his second load into me.

“Fuck” he groans holding onto me while I just lay limp on his chest trying to come back to reality. After laying there for a bit his softened dick falls out of me as our mixed juices run down my pussy. He runs his fingers through my over sensitive swollen lips. Collecting our juices on them then he hold them up to my mouth.

“Suck baby” he says watching me closely as I open my mouth and suckle his fingers my tongue running around them as I taste the salty ness of us both.

“We taste so good” I moan pulling away.

“God why didn’t we do this sooner” he says grabbing my butt and pulling me close before slowly pecking my lips.

“Let’s get you cleaned up” he says getting up then picking me up in his arms. Good thing because my legs felt like jello. He carried me to the bathroom and sat me on the counter has he started the shower. The steam already filling the bathroom. He turns around and looks at me.

“Every time I look at you I’m breathless babygirl” he says admiring my naked form coming closer to me. “ you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this” he says putting his hands on my face kissing me once again.

When we pull away I ask, “really you never seemed to” looking at him confused.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you” he admits, “I just never could bring myself to ruin our friendship”.

His fingers brushing his fingers up and down my hips. The lust crazed feeling was gone this was something else.

“Dean?” I say starring into his beautiful green eyes.

“Yeah” he says looking back at me.

I take a deep breath preparing myself for what i was about to say, “I know this is cliché given what we just did but... I love you” I finally admit looking down too nervous to see his reaction.

“Y/N .... I’ve never felt this way about anyone before” he responds so seriously, “I’ve never felt so much passion with someone else ever, I love you too” he says before pulling me into him kissing me while running his hands threw my hair. He pulls away looking at me for a few seconds before loooking back at the shower.

“Can you stand up so we can get you cleaned up?” He says with a smirk on his face.

I laugh before holding onto him as I slide of the counter. I still had to have a good grip on him but i could stand somewhat. He helped me in the shower the warm water feeling good on my now cold skin. He grabbed the shampoo and the shower head he messaged my head getting it all wet before washing my hair for me. Then he rinsed it out and added condition to my wavy brown hair. While the condition worked its magic on my hair he took the body wash and putt some in how hands lathering it on me slowly giving me a back massage and cleaning every part of me before putting some on himself. He took the shower head rinsing out the conditioner from my hair before rinsing his body than mine. He puts the shower head back on it’s stand. Wrapping his arm around me he rubbed my clit slowly gaining an instant moan from me.

“Oh dean that feels so good” I moan leaning against him. He held me up as he got me to my forth orgasm of the day. When we were all done and cleaned up, he wrapped me in a towel and dried me off. I got dressed in some leggings and an oversized sweatshirt because that’s what I always wear. The sweatshirt also helped hide all the hickeys going up my chest. Dean out on his regular jeans with a black t-shirt and a flannel. The typical Winchester look.

“I wonder where Sam is?” He says grabbing his phone looking through it.

“Yeah it is weird he’s usually back by now” I say walking up to him hugging his back breathing in his sent, “has he called you?” I ask.

“Nope not even a text message” he says tensing you a bit.

Just the lock to the room door was heard and I jumped back on the bed away from dean. Sam walked in with a bag with what I assume was breakfast in one hand and a few coffees in the other.

“Sorry it took so long guys, Sunday’s are busy days at dinners apparently” Sam says looking a little annoyed as he takes the food out of the bag and puts the coffee on the little table we had. Instantly I got up and started devouring my breakfast.

“Damn Y/N you’ve worked up quite an appetite” Sam says surprised at your sudden dean sized hunger.

“Well you did take a long time....” I say looking at dean who secretly smirked at me.

“I guess so..” Sam says looking at both of us questionably before shrugging and sitting down himself to eat.

#supernatural smut #supernatural #dean winchester fluff #dean x reader #dean x y/n #smut

[the-evil-authoress]

GX Month Day 29: “Don’t Forget Me!”

Have an underappreciated character you wish you’d seen more of? Give them some love today!

Not exactly underappreciated via the fandom, but it will never not piss me off that Jesse disappeared for half the f*ucking season. He got damseled. HE GOT F*UCKING DAMSELED. Then he shows up for - what? - three episodes in season 4 AND GETS DAMSELED AGAIN.

I’m running out steam and easy to write ideas or I’d write about someone else, I promise. Maybe next year.

Set right after Rainbow Dragon sends Duel Academy back to the island.

The back of Jesse’s head slams against an uneven wall, sparks flaring beneath his eyelids. Amethyst snarls and the clawed hand leaves his throat, and Jesse collapses forward with a gasp. Is he bleeding? Doesn’t feel like it. Where are they? It’s so dark. Brilliant flashes of color light up the stone cavern as screams echo in his ears; Jesse jerks his head up and catches sight of the giant gemstones in the fading light. Okay, that’s fine, they’re still with him-

The crystals shatter before his eyes.

Breath stuck to his throat, he stumbles up. “What did you do to them?!”

His head slams against the wall once more before he’s even got his feet under him. Choking, he paws uselessly at the claws around his neck as black dots dance across his vision.

“Judai is mine!” the duel monster screams. “Mine!”

“Who-?” Jesse rasps.

“You think because you call him by a different name you lay claim to him?! How many names have I called him? He is mine! My Darkness!”

“What?”

His ears are ringing, his vision wavers, he can barely breath the claws digging holes in his throat, and he can’t feel his family. The space of his awareness where their light usually shines is a gaping dead zone and- what if they’re dead? No they can’t be dead they’re spirits! But even spirits can die, he watched one die right in front of him-

Something hard and sharp hits him across the face and sends the world spinning as he careens sideways. Jesse heaves in a breath as he hits the floor.

“I’m the one you should be paying attention to!” Yubel screeches, and as Jesse squints up at her - him? - through wavering vision, he swears he’s seen the duel monster somewhere before. “I’ve worked too long to reunite with Judai! I won’t let you take him away from me!”

Who the fuck is-- Does she mean Jaden? ‘Judai’?? Worry about it later.

Pushing himself up on shaky arms, Jesse braces himself against the wall and shuts his eyes against the throbbing headache. The room - cave? - still feels like it’s spinning. “What do you want from me?” His voice cracks as he looks up at the duel monster again. There’s a part of him, a small part, that’s terrified she’s going to kill him. And honestly? He expected Yubel to kill him. He hadn’t expected to face death completely alone.

They aren’t dead, they aren’t!

Yubel bares her fangs in an action that could either be a smile or a snarl. “I’m going to use you as bait.”

“What?” The breath leaves his lungs as something cold lodges into the pit of his stomach. Somehow that one sentence is more terrifying than the prospect of a lonely death. 

“He may have forsaken me, but he’ll come back for you.” Yubel’s eyes glow menacingly in the dark room. “He loves you after all.”

Jesse almost laughs, the hysteric sound bubbling behind his lips. “Listen here, I don’t know what kind of ridiculous idea you’ve got in your head but things between Jay and I definitely ain’t like that.”

Yubel’s eyes flash. “There is more than one kind of love, foolish light child!”

“Fair enough.” Jesse isn’t going to waste his last breath arguing with a psychotic demon. If he’d ever imagined his eventual death, this wouldn’t have been high on the list. Leaning his head back again, he tries to decide if closing his eyes makes the spinning feel better or worse. He feels it then, sluggish and barely there, but a spark is spark. His family is still with him.

He stands shakily. His head is going to regret this. “But I ain’t letting you have your way either.” Bracing against the wall, Jesse drives his heel into the duel monster’s jaw.

Yubel reels backward with a snarl, and Jesse scrambles to his feet, fighting vertigo as he searches for an exit-

Sharp pain tears down his back. Jesse screams and crashes to the floor. His ears ring with the distant screams of family. Yubel descends upon him in a fury.

“You dare?! You insolent child!” Claws sink into the flesh of his shoulder and Jesse whimpers, automatically jerking away and nearly screaming again as his back lights up with agony. “You will only cause him more pain!”

His lungs heave, perpetually caught on the edge of another scream. The pulse in his ears threatens to drown out the creature screaming above him. His arms tremble uselessly against the cold stone. He couldn’t pick himself up even if he wasn’t pinned beneath Yubel’s weight. His back-

“I will not let him cry for you again!”

A...again? The image of Jaden’s face hovering over him streaked with tear surfaces in his mind, but Jesse’s never even seen Jaden cry. None of this makes any sense? “I just...wanna protect ‘im,” he mumbles absently.

“Protect him?” Yubel snarls. “What would you sacrifice for him? Your life? Death is easy! Try being the one who must live on after watching your beloved die, over and over!”

The pain in his shoulder flares and Jesse cries out again, shaking violently; he’s really going to die here. “I’m sorry!” he screams. He doesn’t know what he’s apologizing for.

“You haven’t changed, light child,” Yubel hisses. “But you are still useful.”

He doesn’t know what that means and, honestly, that’s more terrifying than the muder happy lunatic with their claws sunk into his flesh. His vision dances red and black as he lies there heaving, trying to will any amount of strength into his limbs to fight back; but even twitching his shoulder makes him want to scream in agony. How long will he even survive with an injury like this?

Claws grip the back of his head. One final desperate plea. Something. Anything. “Yubel-” 

The creature yanks his head back and pain blossoms across his temple.

*

The insufferable child finally stills beneath them. Yubel waits in case it’s just a ploy, but the boy’s breath evens out, and his erratic thoughts quiet. His guardians still chitter from their prison.

“Be silent!” Yubel flicks another wave of shadows around the deck, reinforcing the bindings. Standing, they turn their attention back to the light child. Their claws cut deep, blood already pooling on the stone floor of the cave. Human bodies are frail. They’ll have to deal with that. They need him alive for now.

They wave a claw and recoil as the hot warmth pulsates within them. The shadows scatter in its brilliance. No, damnit! The shadows are theirs to command and they will not let this infection stop them! Yubel bends the shadows into submission until the wounds have been crudely patched; not fully healed, but all the better; an injured captive can struggle less.

“Well, that was quite a show.” The other boy steps from the shadows, clapping. Yubel narrows their eyes at him. He is shifty and devious, willing to do anything to get what he wants. But he proved useful, and he is not the only one willing to use others for his own gain. “So he’s going to be bait, huh?” The other boy bends down to observe the unconscious light child. “What are you going to do with Jaden when you get him?”

“That’s not your concern.”

The boy’s smile is a lie. “I suppose not. Anyway...” His eyes glint as he stands.

“As promised.” Yubel stretches out a claw and scales form around the other boy’s hand. He flexes it thoughtfully, while Yubel turns their attention to another part of the cavern.

“So what now?”

The card is right where they left it, still safe inside the capsule. They have finally broken free of this pathetic prison, but the chains may still prove useful. Sliding the card somewhere safe, Yubel returns to sling the unconscious light child over their shoulder.

“Now we set the next stage.”

Judai will be theirs and theirs alone even if they have to break him to do it.

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Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Plot: “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | Mafia!AU | Crime!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff | Smut

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 3,006

Tag List: @prisczero​, @pinkpjmin​, @btsaudge​, @flowerwrites06​, @unoriginal-username15432, @halussali​

Chapter 39: Not Today

“Today we’ll never die. The light will pierce through the darkness.”

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Seoul – Myeongdong; Jung District South Korea

It was the calm before the storm.

Hoseok could feel it in his bones to the point where he swore that they creaked with each step he took. He barely heard what Namjoon was telling him as they approached the large building in downtown Myeongdong. He wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince him to change his mind; to postpone this meeting for another day. Or if it was something else entirely. Hoseok was only vaguely aware of the noises on the streets as they passed pedestrians on the path to their destination.

There was too much simmering beneath the surface for him to focus on anything outside of reaching his destination.

When he’d received the call from Taehyung a couple of days ago, Hoseok knew it was time for him to make his move. Yoongi falling ill and being hospitalized, even for a day, should have been the metaphorical straw that broke the camel’s back. Truth be told, Hoseok was in and out of meetings for most of the days during the week and had little time to spare outside of his business practices. Things were starting to look good. Things were finally beginning to take a positive turn, just as they planned.

Even with the instances that the Jade Fangs did show up, they were minor inconveniences at most. Hoseok was made aware of the slight against Eden, Jungkook’s girlfriend. He offered to have her monitored, but at Jungkook’s behest, he didn’t follow through. Eden was apparently a woman who valued her personal life and her privacy. The last thing she wanted was anyone shadowing her unnecessarily, even if it was for her own protection. From what he was told, Eden was also a woman who could more than handle herself if it came to a rough and tumble fight.

Hoseok did not pull his eyes back from Raelyn, even if she was seeing Taehyung now. There was always the chance that something could happen and at a moment when everyone least expected it. If she were ever made aware of it, he would apologize for it later. In this case, it was better to ask for forgiveness than to ask for permission.

Old habits die hard, as they say…

Feet shuffled to a halt as he stood in front of the large building, Namjoon at his side. The two of them looked up at the high-rise, the sun already sinking beyond the horizon and down below the tree lines. The twilight hour was upon them and the world was still just as busy buzzing with life. As it would continue to do for many days to come.

Clearing his throat, he began to move forward – approaching the sliding glass doors. “Let’s go,” he said just as the doors opened to grant them entrance.

Two security guards approached them from either side, causing the two men to stop in the main lobby. Hoseok lofted a brow at each of them and Namjoon shuffled just a little bit closer to him. His tan trench coat hung off his shoulders while he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his pin-striped slacks. Lifting one hand from the pocket, he undid the button on the matching suit jacket as he slid his aviators off his face.

“Im Changkyun is expecting me,” came his even reply as he put the shades into the inner pocket of his jacket, “so be good boys and step aside.”

Hoseok didn’t bother hiding his irritation. He wanted it known that this wasn’t some pleasant little business meeting or a check-in visit. This was nothing of the sort.

This…was personal.

A phone rang at the secretary’s desk, snapping her out of her momentary trance at the small incident that was stirring in the lobby. The two security guards continued to block Hoseok’s path, but then the woman quickly stood from her seat and bowed before hanging up the phone. She clapped her hands to get the guards’ attention.

“Chairman Im said to let them through.”

The guards stood there a little while longer before finally stepping to the side, giving both Hoseok and Namjoon a clear path. They approached the desk where the young woman handed Hoseok a keycard. She bowed in apologies before pointing to the corridor off to the right.

“If you take that hallway, there are sets of elevators. The key card will give you access to the Chairman’s office on the top floor.”

Hoseok flashed her a polite grin, waving the card at her clamped between his fingers. “Thank you.”

And without so much as a second glance, he began heading toward the hallway. Namjoon followed behind him, making sure that the two security guards weren’t intent on doing something stupid. Hoseok didn’t see his friend visibly relax until they were alone in the elevator.

He slid the keycard through the card reader, waiting for the elevator to begin lifting them from the ground floor. When it jerked slightly upon its initial ascent was when Namjoon finally spoke.

“Hoseok-ah? Do you think—”

“Don’t, Namjoon-ah,” he interrupted, staring ahead at their muddied reflections on the elevator’s stainless-steel doors, “not now.”

“We didn’t even discuss this with the others.”

There was concern in Namjoon’s voice, which was well-warranted. It was rare for Hoseok to go rogue. When he did, it was usually something small. He never made moves like this without discussing it with the others first. Seokjin always made it a point to ensure that everyone was on the same page so that none of them could get blind-sided. Strategizing and prioritizing situations before others was what helped the Golden Jackals climb up the ladder of success so quickly. Impulsivity had no place in their lives back then and it shouldn’t have now.

However, this time, Hoseok wanted to be selfish. He’d earned the right to be selfish. He deserved and had every right to be as livid as he was at that moment. Anyone who tried to tell him otherwise was delusional.

“This doesn’t concern them right now.” He cast a sidelong glance to Namjoon, brows furrowing deeply. “Honestly, I don’t even like that you’re with me. You should have stayed in the car like I told you to.”

Namjoon blinked at him, clearly jarred by his words. Or that he’d suddenly grown a second head. “You thought you’d just waltz into Im Changkyun’s business office alone, huh?” He snorted. “Yeah, no. Jin Hyung would have my head and I’m a pretty big fan of it staying attached to my neck.”

Hoseok grinned. “That’s not like you, Namjoon-ah. You’re usually the first one to show your guts.”

“Yeah, well that was then. This is now.”

The elevator dinged softly as they reached their destination. The steel doors slid open slowly, revealing a long hallway with a black and red carpet leading from the elevator to a pair of double doors at the very end of the long stretch. There was someone standing just outside the door, but they were too far away to be made out easily.

Hoseok stepped out and strode forward, Namjoon matching his pace. The closer they got to the end of the hallway, the more the person’s face standing just outside the door came into view. When they were only a couple of yards away, they could now tell it was Shownu. He looked between the two of them, a satisfied smirk etching his features. Hoseok peered up at the man who was older and slightly taller than him. His image from five years ago overlapped his current one and a phantom ache throbbed at Hoseok’s side from when he’d been kicked by the man in the rainstorm.

Shownu politely stood away from the door, gesturing toward it. “He’s waiting for you, Jung Hoseok.”

He nodded, casting his gaze over toward Namjoon. “Wait here.”

Namjoon looked like he was about to protest, but then Shownu placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Let’s get a drink, hm? I’m sure they’re going to have a lot to discuss.”

Again, Namjoon looked reticent. But Hoseok nodded, his earlier expression dissolving into a softer one. He saw his friend blink in surprise. He could only imagine what his face looked like, but it probably reflected an old version of himself he hadn’t shown in quite some time. After a moment, he watched Namjoon sigh before nodding.

“If you need anything, call me.”

Hoseok nodded again. “I will.”

He waited, watching the two men make their way back down the hall. Shownu turned off to the left, entering a room and Namjoon followed. But not before he met his gaze one more time. Hoseok took a breath, promising to apologize to Namjoon later, and opened the doors.

The interior of the office was what Hoseok would have expected. Pristine. Clean. Modern. There was the traditional name plate sitting on top of a black polished desk made of expensive and imported wood. The marbling on the floor was flawless and the furniture held a business design with sectionals surrounding a glass and metal coffee table. Elegant art pieces decorated the walls and off to the right was a large window that overlooked the entire downtown area of Myeongdong from hundreds of feet in the air. A wet bar was situated near the small nook near the back.

Hoseok wasn’t impressed, however. This was to be expected of Im Changkyun, the Wolf of the Jade Fangs. He hadn’t climbed up in the ranks and obtained his title of “leader” if he wasn’t capable of this level of eloquence and prestige. His ambition suited his taste in decorating.

Instead of stepping further inside, he remained near the entrance as the doors closed behind him. Changkyun was seated at his desk, immersed in a book of some sort. The computer monitor was situated, visually, to Hoseok’s right. When their eyes met, Hoseok didn’t smile even though Changkyun did.

“Oh, Hoseok Hyung,” he said, closing the book and sliding it just to the side of him, “welcome. I’ll admit, I was a little surprised when I received your call. It’s not often you take the time to come visit me.”

Hoseok heard the bitter edge to the statement but made no effort to acknowledge it. He gave a slight shrug, remaining where he was until he saw Changkyun slowly rising from his plush leather chair. The wheels shifted along the marble floor and it was in that moment that Hoseok reached behind him to turn the deadbolt on the door – synchronizing it to match the sound of the chair’s movements.

“Your boys have been paying mine little visits here and there,” he said, stepping away from the door, “I figured that I should return the favor.”

Changkyun flashed an open-mouthed grin. “Ah, yes. Yes, they have.” He reached up to brush his dark hair out of his eyes. “Is that the reason for this, Hyung? Are the boys getting in your way?”

Hoseok scoffed. “Hardly.”

“Hmm, well that’s no good. I was hoping that was why.”

Slowly, Hoseok made his way to the left of the sectionals in the center of the office. “Because?”

“Because I’m still trying to figure you out, Hyung. I have questions and you haven’t answered them all yet.”

Changkyun’s words didn’t match his expression. Instead of looking inquisitive, he had the look of a man who appeared to have already won the game. It was a look that Hoseok remembered from many years ago – before the Golden Jackals were formed. Before they truly began to understand what the criminal underworld really looked like.

Before Im Changkyun killed the previous leader of the Jade Fangs in cold blood.

“Then let me give them to you.”

Hoseok’s body moved in a blur – matching the speed of his youth which was fueled by his anger alone. He knew he wasn’t in his twenties anymore. He hadn’t been fighting every day like he had years ago when his brothers and he first arrived in Seoul. Their lives were harder, but they were much simpler back then. When they were happier and driven to reach a future they could all obtain together.

He tapped into that feeling and rushed Changkyun’s desk – his trench coat flying off his shoulders and landing on the ground just as he went airborne. Just like that rainy night five years ago, during the gang war on the streets of Gangnam, he watched Changkyun’s smug look melt away as sudden realization washed over him instead. Hoseok cleared the chair at the head of the coffee table and landed on Changkyun’s desk in a crouch.

Jerking his right arm, the switch blade slid from the sleeve of his jacket and landed in his hand. He flicked the blade free, aiming straight for Changkyun’s neck. However, he knew that this wouldn’t be enough for the leader of the Jade Fangs. There was a reason he’d earned the nickname Wolf all those years ago. And it was because of his primal instincts.

Those very instincts came into play as he reached up to catch Hoseok’s wrist. Changkyun tried to pull his arm away from his body, attempting to keep the blade as far from his neck as possible. But just like Changkyun earned his moniker, so had Hoseok. The Death Claw didn’t back down from a fight because he’d looked The Grim Reaper in his face and spit in it.

Hoseok used his free hand to grab at his wrist, fingers locking over Changkyun’s and then pushing his weight forward. What distance was gained was soon minimized as Hoseok leaned in, the tip of the knife moving up and casting a shadow over Changkyun’s face. If he wouldn’t let him take his throat, he would jam the blade straight into his eye socket.

“H-Hyung,” growled Changkyun through clenched teeth as he glared up at Hoseok, “what do you think you’re doing?”

He could feel his arms trembling with the amount of force he was exerting. Changkyun was putting in just as much effort, causing a horrible stalemate that was on the verge of fracturing. The odds evened out as Hoseok watched him reaching up with his free hand to brace against his own wrist – mimicking each other.

“What does it look like?” Hoseok replied, his eyes narrowing darkly, “I’m answering your questions.”

He watched him blinking up at him in confusion. He was a young man Hoseok once believed to be full of potential and drive. Someone Hoseok admired years ago. Before he discovered the depth of his said ambition.

Silence stretched between them, neither of them easing off their stance or their grips. Hoseok felt a bead of sweat slip down his temple just as he saw one sliding down to drip from Changkyun’s chin. There were the occasional grunting sounds as one attempted to overpower the other, but outside of that, no words were spoken.

Changkyun finally let out a choked-out scoff, bitter disappointment evident on his features. Yet he smirked, regardless. “So, this is your answer, Hyung?”

Hoseok mirrored his gaze. “Yes, Changkyun-ah, it is.”

Something passed over the younger man’s face. But it was so brief, Hoseok couldn’t place it. At least not then.

“That’s a shame, Hoseok Hyung. A real shame.” He let out a shaky breath. “But if this is your answer, then I guess I have no choice but to continue the game without you.”

And then he moved faster than Hoseok could have anticipated. He released his hold and Hoseok felt all his weight collapsing forward. The blade nicked Changkyun’s cheek, but it was a sacrifice he willingly made. Hoseok realized this when he saw knuckles sailing toward his face. He pivoted in mid-air, changing his trajectory and his shoulder landed hard on the desk. Changkyun moved to elbow-drop him, but Hoseok whirled his legs into the air to block the assault, slamming his knee into Changkyun’s shoulder before rolling completely off the desk.

However, as he landed on the marble flooring, he felt pain exploding across his back and causing him to stumble forward. He quickly pivoted on his heels just as he saw Changkyun lowering his arm from where he’d had it extended – noting that his punch had, in fact, successfully connected. The two of them heaved, inhaling a lungful of air. Hoseok reached up to dab at the sweat on his brow with the back of his wrist.

A full minute passed before both men lowered their stances, silently agreeing that this discussion was at its conclusion. Hoseok turned to head toward the entrance, scooping up his trench coat along the way. Just as he made to unlatch the doors to the office, he heard Changkyun popping his neck before a breathy chuckle escaped.

“You’ve made yourself clear. So now I’m going to make myself clear.”

Pausing, Hoseok turned to look back at the leader of the Jade Fangs. But he chose to say nothing. Changkyun continued.

“What I do from this moment on, you no longer play a factor into it. What happens after today is a result of the answer you’ve given me. And I’m going to make good on it.”

Hoseok scoffed. “Is that right?” He rolled his eyes, unlatching the door. “We’re done playing this game with you. Do what you want.”

The grin that Changkyun gave him was the most wolfish he’d ever seen and it caused his spine to lock up uncomfortably, even for just a moment.

“Oh, I will. Trust me.” He folded his arms across his chest. “Just remember that it’s nothing personal, Jung Hoseok.”

Dropping the honorific was expected. Hoseok wasn’t surprised. So, instead of giving it credence, he simply exited the office and slammed the doors behind him. He needed to breathe. He needed air. So, for now, he would simply text Namjoon to come out when he was ready and that he’d be waiting in the car.

After he vomited his anger into a nearby bush somewhere.

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Hey fam here's a deep dive of AoS 7x04 including justification of the time travel by a branching timelines believer and lots of Peggy Carter love & appreciation

I definitely feel better about this whole situation now that we've seen 7x04 than I did when we just had the preview. But still. Ughhhhhh I'm just. Conflicted.

They're not sticking to Endgame's time travel rules at all and ik some people didn't like Endgame's time travel but I don't really have issues with it. And even still there's the debate of whether or not Steve (does this debate expand outside Steve arguments? Idk but you get it) is in a branched timeline. Personally, I think he is. For people who think he's not, Shield's time travel, especially with Sousa, is probably easier to take. But for a while I was willing to go with the theory, my own theory idk if it's been mentioned here or not, that since they're using a different time travel method in AoS, and one that was invented by space robots Chronicoms, then they have different rules that limit them to a looped timeline. But now, idk does bringing Sousa into it disprove that?

So he was supposed to die. That's in the history books. They saved him. Which means we're in a loop that can be altered. Ok fine, but that's only because we're using Chronicom time travel. Tony Stark time travel still created branches. So what branch are we in? We have two choices right? Timeline A, which we see throughout the entire MCU, and timeline '49 B, the one Steve created when he went back to Peggy. If it's in the history books that Coulson and the team read that Sousa died, I would assume we're in timeline A. But where's Peggy? Personally I'm not the biggest peggysous stan (basically I ship steggy and in timeline A where she can't get him back, as long as she's happy I'm happy. If that means Daniel, great.) but I'm sure those who are aren't super happy with Shield basically confirming that they didn't make it. I'm sure the only reason they did that was to be able to pull him out of 1955 so I'm not really mad at it. If they had just had him pop in real quick in the 50s and left him there I would have rathered they leave it ambiguous but since that's not what they did I'm not too bitter.

Anyway, I saw a close up of the fake id they made for Jemma when she was undercover as Peggy. It listed her rank as 'agent.' You could say that's a prop mistake but I also noticed that no one has referred to her as 'director.' But she absolutely should be. Correct me if I'm wrong, but Peggy was the first director right? That's always what me, my brother, and my dad, aka everyone in my household who are Marvel fans, thought and we're pretty sure they said it at some point somewhere. And in the Agent Carter one shot (which admittedly has a lot of continuity issues anyway but i think the principle of it stands) Howard said about Peggy "tell her she'll be running Shield." I've always gotten the impression that she was director from the time Shield launched. If someone could give me solid proof that she was or wasn't I'd appreciate it. But as long as there's no proof I'm assuming that she was. That's what I'm going with in the rest of this post anyway lol.

Overall im just confused as to what the writers think they're doing lol. From what I've seen, they started shooting season 7 two months before Endgame premiered so it was written even further before. That sucks because at the time of the writing they didn't know they had all of this to deal with. At least I assume they didn't know bc it seems like there's no communication behind the scenes since no one got dusted before and now we're messing around with time travel. But I also wonder if Endgame hadn't premiered by the time they were shooting the 50s episodes. I have no idea though. If it had, were there changes? Did they have to take out mentions of Peggy, or did Enver maybe act it with the Steggy ending in mind? Because I personally don't want the writers or anyone thinking that Steve was always in a loop therefore this season is jumping around in the same loop and Daniel was left by Peggy for Steve. I can deal with a looped timeline in AoS bc of the Chronicoms and them being in a loop of timeline A but I'm gonna be annoyed if they try to imply that that's not what's happening. But again it was written before Endgame came out so I don't think they'll really go that far.

This is what's really annoying me. Do they seriously think Peggy's not director? Are they saying Peggy's not director? Because they want me to believe that Daniel noticed that Shield had been infiltrated by Hydra and Peggy didn't and then one of three things happened. 1. He told the CIA but not Peggy, 2. He told Peggy but she didn't believe him, or 3. He told Peggy and she looked into it but didn't find anything. I take issue with like all of that. In scenario 1. Daniel Sousa personally knows the Director of Shield and, regardless of any awkward breakup they may of had, doesn't tell her that her government organization may be hijacked by freaking HYDRA? In scenario 2. The Director of Shield is told by the Chief of her LA branch and an agent that she worked alongside for a considerable amount of time that her government organization may be hijacked by Hydra and she doesn't listen to him, because, what, they had a messy breakup? In scenario 3. The Director of Shield, Margaret Elizabeth Carter, has reason to believe that Shield is infiltrated by Hydra, she investigates, and finds absolutely nothing out of the ordinary? None of those sound even almost reasonable. So are they not mentioning that Peggy is director because it makes Daniel's storyline more believable and convenient or am I missing something? I've lost hope that she might make an appearance but I'd appreciate some Director Carter content even in passing mentions or at least tell me who the Director is if it's not her.

Also, Daniel's death, real or not, is gonna hurt her really bad and I'm not a fan of that. I'm glad I didn't have to watch him die and I'm excited to see more of him but it's really gonna mess with Peggy. We've already seen her struggle with feeling like everyone she gets close to dies and even though at this point she's married and maybe has kids, that doesn't take away from what they had in Agent Carter, that goes beyond the romantic and into the fact that he was one of the few men who showed her even the smallest amount of respect. It's gonna hurt her and I don't like when she's hurt. Also also, I don't care about whatever Coulson said about his death being ruled an accident, Peggy is a critical thinker and 100% would have looked into it. Especially as the Director of Shield if I keep saying that maybe AoS will hear me or it'll become canon lol she wouldn't let that slide.

Basically what I'm saying is: I can talk myself into the time travel making sense, I just did lol, but while I love Daniel and getting to see him again and continue to see him in the coming episodes, it stretches the imagination a bit too far concerning Peggy and his dynamic with her. Either that or I have to be to ticked off at the writers for not knowing that Peggy is director in 1955. Or I have to be ticked at the entirety of Marvel for not making Peggy director as soon as the thing was up and running. But. That doesn't mean that this hasn't been a good season so far, it's been pretty great. And I'm very excited to see them in the 70s. And to see Daniel in the 70s. And to see my man Enoch make another appearance. I have my issues but I'm still highly enjoying all of this absolute tomfoolery sldjskdjksksjk that is all

#ive really always accepted that peggy was director from the start and that's was been in my head this whole time #but when i was writing this i started doubting bc that's what i do #doubt myself #but when i search it im not seeing much confirmation one way or another #so maybe that means i should take howard's 'running shield' comment as my confirmation lol #agents of shield #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d. #aos #aos spoilers #aos 7x04 #peggy carter #daniel sousa #agent carter #peggysous #steve rogers #steggy #howard stark #tony stark #enoch coltrane #phil coulson #jemma simmons

[ac-ars]

Oh my, my, my

it’s been 84 years, or even longer, my laptop kept being freezing bitch and didn’t want to work so i had to backup all shit, but it doesn’t matter, im close to failing physics, and idc as well, because this is finally done lol

thanks to people who were telling me i am not shit while writing this ily all

also!!!! pedro used here isn’t the pedro from rollerband please remember this

anyway have fun with physics teacher asshole Matteo here

Oh my, my, my

If you ask Luna Valente what she likes the most in the guy who is teaching her physics, she will not be able to answer. There is no full, logical answer for this question, because Luna simply can’t tell what about Matteo Balsano is the hottest, or more like, hotter than the rest.

She had thought that her college experience was going to be filled with parties her friends make her to go when she wants to stay home, hangovers and headaches, sleeping during boring, morning lectures and a fuck ton of studying. All those things above have been happening so far, ever since she stepped into the building of her faculty, but damn, it’s been three years and now he happened, changing whole studies imagine to the worst and the best thing Luna could have ever made up in her mind.

She has been dreading physics classes for quite long time; in highschool she wasn’t the best when it came to science, but here she is on engineering faculty and physics is kind of inevitable on engineering faculties, isn’t it? So she had to take it anyway.

It was expected that physics is going to kill her in every possible way: tire her, confuse and ruin her, turn her brain into the jelly, yet Luna would never think that the problem wouldn’t be in physics itself.

Currently she is having troubles in physics class because of her ta, who makes her the least and the most focused when he talks. And suddenly his class became Luna’s favorite class ever.

The thing is that he chose her. They have group president, yet he wanted someone who doesn’t talk much, still knows everyone and has no kind of responsibilities on their shoulders, and that’s how Luna turned into his private group post pigeon to share any stuff that needs to be shared.

She has his email in case he is stuck in morning traffic and can’t get to class on time. He uses it to give them notes after any topic and exercises to solve before the tests. It’s mostly because his lazy ass is too lazy to create mail group, but whatever. Why would Luna complain about any extra time or contact with him? She doesn’t have his phone number, and hopes he is never gonna give it to her; it wouldn’t be any good idea, because she would end up texting him something weird and lame like your shirt would look great on the floor in my bedroom after alcohol.

Still, she is doing better than all her friends who are crushing on him, trying to find some ways to seduce him or some shit, yet Luna is really above this all mentality, since she is very self conscious, enough to chill and stop believing in some crazy, hot fantasies, focusing more on what she can see instead. Not on what could someday happen, what she could do to him or with him. Her imagination is all she needs at this point. Besides, Matteo doesn’t seem to be the one to make any move towards any of the students anyway.

Hands. His hands are currently roaming her back with softness, yet quickly because he can’t get enough of her. His eyes are closed finally; he decided to learn her without any help of his sight, using other senses instead and looks like he is going to memorize all of her. His lips. His lips are moving on hers urgently, trying to get as much as possible from her, as if the whole universe is depending on this very kiss they share, but Luna doesn’t mind; she is willing to give him as much as possible.

He is pressing her to his desk with his hips, like he is scared that she is going to run away, but cursed the one who would ever say something like this, because Luna Valente isn’t the one to avoid any chance of getting at least a tiny bit of Matteo Balsano. She pulls away for a second to take single breath, since he doesn’t let her take another, needing more and more. His teeth close on her lower lip making her hiss softly, but he only smirks and moves away before letting her go. His eyes are dark, dark, black, even though she has always been sure of their sweet brown color, and are making her crazier than all of his touches.

Her fingers slide up his arms slowly, trying to feel the shape of his muscles moving when he tries to unclasp her bra from under her blouse. Shivers keep going down her spine since his hands are cold, almost sobering her, yet not quite and every of his movements makes her wake up from this crazy moment, but takes her back at the same time. She reaches his shoulders and his neck before tangling her fingers in his soft, soft hair which she has always wanted to touch, checking if it’s like she imagined all those times before.

He still demands more; his mouth gets hungrier and more careful so Luna just kinda slows down playing with buttons of his shirt. He smiles against her lips, letting her know how much he wants her to keep going and all she can do now is starting to undo the buttons slowly while his mouth ends up on her neck, kissing her skin as properly as he kissed her lips. Her heart is beating too hard for him not to feel it, but nobody here seems to care about it as long as the moment isn’t interrupted by anything. She is letting out small, soft sighs as his lips tickle her skin, his tongue is teasing from time to time and his fingers try to sneak their way under her skirt.

This is all she needs from the world, so, dear stars, if someone is going to ruin this-

“Jesus Christ, Luna, could you please stop eyefucking him finally?” She feels an elbow in her ribs, which makes her jump and very gracefully push her hardcover notebook off the desk to the floor. Obviously, it does make loud thump and now everyone is staring at her, while Pedro is giggling under his breath and she is so going to murder him one day. She just looks at the notebook, not sure what to do something; if do something at all, but of course he has to get into the whole moment.

“Luna, is everything okay?” Matteo asks with his soft, smooth voice that has her shivering in many fantasies and she already feels like melting into small paddle of blushing mess.

But she doesn’t. She gives him small nod, obviously, she has to keep it cool no matter what, despite the fact that she can’t move. Her brain isn’t really helping her in those moments; daydreaming is very, very bad, especially in class when he is real in front of her eyes and all she can do is try to keep her heart beating in any rhythm. He is looking at her with raised eyebrows, kind of amused eyes and small smile. When she doesn’t do any move, hearing Pedro’s snickers obviously, Matteo moves away from his desk and walks slowly towards her, frowning after few steps, and she just wants to disappear in the very moment he picks up her notebook and places it on her desk.

“Are you sure you are fine?” He asks once more and Luna’s head is blank. “Yes, I’m just-”

“She was studying whole night and she is super slow today, so don’t mind her.” Pedro jumps in, grinning completely casually and Matteo sighs. Luna keeps nodding continuously and notices how her friend kicks the chair of girl sitting in front of them and she jumps, exclaiming loudly. “Yes! We were studying together on skype, but I manage lack of sleep better.”

Honestly Luna is kinda thankful for this and she is definitely gonna buy them some alcohol they want, because she had no explanation on her tongue except ‘could you please just stop kissing me in my head?’ and this one doesn’t seem like good idea at all.

“Fine.” The Balsano shrugs. “Just make sure you have notes from today, and start studying earlier, right?”

He winks at her, she dies, Pedro laughs too much and the whatsapp conversation of entire group doesn’t get a break.

This day is basically a mess. Luna managed to oversleep and didn’t have time to brush her hair, so here she is trying to sip the shitty hot chocolate from coffee machine as her high ponytail is tickling her nape. Glasses on her nose are barely keeping in one place and as always she is fixing them with her finger and small growl.

It’s kinda cold today, the sweater is sliding off her shoulder all the time because of her hurrying and putting it too quickly, so it ended up too stretched, but who cares? Is it socially acceptable to not wear a bra? If it’s not that’s a boomer, but she was too much in hurry to care. The only good thing about this morning was the fact that her phone was fully charged and it’s not dying like she is.

They all are waiting in front of chem class, which is gonna start in like 20 minutes, so her friends are talking mostly about random stuff, while Luna only tries to minimize the amount of yawns for an hour to thirty-two. She is scrolling through insta feed, but there is nothing there except kittens and food videos, but this is all she needs at this very moment.

Her ears catch the name Matteo in between the songs and she just looks up at the girls with a smile, reaching for one earphone and taking it away, to listen what they are saying. At first it’s just safe topic, talking about upcoming physics test and Luna is very fine, very comfy with this, so she half gets into the conversation, half focuses on the song played in her other earphone.

Pedro texts her something, asking if she is gonna move her ass to uni and she just snorts texting him to turn around, because he is dumb and blind. Few seconds later she can hear his lame laugh and feel his arm wrapping around her shoulders.

“You are very funny today, tiny you. Tell me, what got you so happy? We aren’t having physics today after all.” He grins and Luna lowkey feels like punching him. Giggles of the girls tell her that they heard that, which means no chill for the Valente today.

Whatever.

“I am not in funny mood. You are the funny one here, Pierre.”

Pedro laughs probably too loud at this version of his name, but no one seems to care. “Are you gonna speak the language of love to me now? Will you finally accept to go out with me, Luna Valente?” He says dramatically, pressing his hands to his chest, over the heart.

Luna opens her mouth to reply, but one of the girls just laughs and shakes her head. “You aren’t half as hot as Matteo, so stop your high hopes here.”

Everyone bursts into laugh, even Luna when Pedro just rests back of his hand on his forehead with dramatic, dramatic sigh. She would focus on the second more, but her phone vibrates with text message. Her brain can manage to handle only one thing at once, so all people are turned off when she answers Simón’s message.

“…Luna, what do you think?” Someone asks and she wakes up, nudged by Pedro once again. “He is hot as hell, right?”

“Who?” She raises her eyebrows, not sure which guy is judged here.

Jazmín rolls her eyes, probably completely done. “Matteo, you silly.”

Luna shakes her head, taking deep breath and ignoring Pedro’s tapping on her shoulder quickly. Despite that she shrugs. “Obviously, people like Matteo, who are so attractive should be kept away from teaching others, because it’s very not helping.” She answers, turning her attention back to her phone and feels how everyone is staring at her weirdly. Their eyes are pointed at behind Luna and her blood suddenly freezes.

“Please don’t tell me he heard that. In any possible way.” She mumbles to herself and turns around, feeling like she got into hell.

Matteo himself looks very amused, and very, very smug. He gives her a small stare before turning to Pedro and giving him a nod. “Good job, buddy. You tried to stop her at least. You are the true friend here.”

Her knees get weak and she feels like falling down, but at the same time she can’t make any of her muscles move and this is the shittiest moment ever, ever.

Matteo crosses his arms, his eyes back to Luna as he sighs. “Looking at your grades I don’t think you should complain that much. Unless, of course, you have someone else to explain what I can’t.” He smiles raising his hands up, as if he is giving up.

“If anyone else has any advice here, just send me an email, I’m always open for new suggestions.” Someone snorts and Matteo laughs fixing his tie. “Anyway-“ he looks at Luna again. “I hope you all have a nice day.” After that he winks at her and leaves, walking through the hallway casually and not looking back.

They look back at her and Luna can’t tell who, but someone pulls her to the chair and gives her water.

Few seconds pass until she manages to speak. “Jesus, fuck, I’m fucked.” Her heart keeps beating too fast as Pedro laughs. “You wish you were, tiny, you wish.”

It’s Friday night and Luna is definitely good at making people think she is drinking as much alcohol as they are. Or maybe they are already drunk. She needs to be drunk. Pedro made her wear pretty dress and go out with them to this one club to chill, forget about the science for once and get some proper hook up, because she has been ridiculous recently. Especially after how she exclaimed loudly that Matteo is probably too hot for her liking. At least her group decided to let her have few days chill and didn’t mention this situation while she was around.

Now she is only sipping slowly her mojito through two straws, playing with the ice in her glass and nodding softly, since her hairstyle is a mess and she’s not the one to fix it right now.

Her lipstick is leaving stains at the straws and Luna sighs deeply, fuck you Kylie Jenner for all your lies. It’s not like she cares about that, but lie is a lie, and it did cost money, so Luna is going to very complain about this, even more after alcohol, so here we are.

Someone tells a joke and everyone laughs, Luna does too, not even knowing what it’s about, though it would be weird if she just stared at them with confused eyes, because she was more concentrated on asking herself what is wrong with her. She should definitely focus on getting drunk with her friends and maybe hit on some hot guy, yet the point is that Luna doesn’t want that. Or more like she does, very much, but not at all at the same time and she is a big mess here, trying to figure what the fuck she should do and how many mojitos to drink. As many as possible; students get discount today.

Pedro rests his elbow on her knee as they all lean towards Jazmín, who seems to be jumping excitedly about something.

“Hey, tiny you, look what she has for you.” Pedro says, poking her and Luna wakes up from all of her thoughts, pressing her lips together to make sure her lipstick isn’t looking like she just made out with a frog.

“What do you want, Peter Pan?” She asks with a sigh, leaning more against him. He only grins. “Our fabulous queen of stalking has news for you.” Luna rolls her eyes and turns to Jazmín who is drinking her margarita with big smile, and all the brunette can notice is the fact that there’s no lipstick stain on her glass and, dear stars, Luna needs it.

“Lu-na, listen, but carefully, okay? Carefully.” No one is sure if that’s the right way to say it, but no one says anything either, so Jazmín jumps on her seat, fixing herself and her eyes are shining showing how tipsy she already is. “I have a friend, she told me that she knows the guy, who knows the guy, who is kinda dating a friend of Matteo and this source told me they like to come here to hang out, so who knows, maybe you will get lucky tonight!”

Everyone laughs and Luna only growls trying to not cover her face with hands, because God protect her from smudged makeup and looking like a very rich badger. She sighs dramatically, and ignoring the straws, empties her glass in completely not ladylike way, because their physics ta is the last thing she needs here.

Pedro laughs at her but gets up pulling her with him and leads towards the bar with intention of getting her another drink. “You know, for a person who fucked him in every possible way in your head, you are pretty embarrassed when someone mentions him.” He snorts softly and Luna sighs dramatically. “It’s because this is, despite everything, very ridiculous idea and you all should stop.”

“But you are so into him!” He exclaims loudly, changing his voice in the half and making Luna laugh. “And he is into you, I’m super sure of this.”

“I don’t care!” She loud-whispers to him. “Just shut up and buy me a drink, please.”

Pedro shakes his head with disapproval. “This mojito is like cheating on normal people who drink normal alcohol, not some fancy wannabe glasses filled with grass and ice. But I guess I won’t win here.”

Luna grins, flicking his nose. “Someone has to know what is happening when you don’t anymore.”

“I hate you.”

She sends him a wink. “That you do.”

He is about to say something, but they both hear someone calling Luna’s name in this very specific way, that just spills who wants her attention.

“Lunita! I see you! Turn around and stop pretending you don’t know who I am.” With every word the voice gets louder and her cousin is either very drunk, or is approaching her and Luna can be never sure which of above is worse.

She decides to turn away from Pedro and not roll her eyes at Ámbar walking towards her on those extra high heels the brunette almost killed herself because of the other day. “Ámbar, it’s such a nice surprise to see you.” She mumbles, kinda lying, kinda not.

It’s actually soothing that someone here is able to kill a person with the spiky heel of a shoe without a blink, no matter of amount of alcohol they drank before. And they are nice to each other since Luna went to college and they can hang out or some shit, even if she is sure her cousin gave her this shitty Kylie lipstick mostly because it sucks.

“Any chance of seeing me is great, obviously.”  The blonde flips her hair, spreading around soft scent of her expensive perfume. “You look pretty, tonight, I would be surprised if not the fact I made you buy this dress.” Ámbar smiles a little proudly and wraps her arm around Luna’s waist.

“Take your drink and come with me to the table over there. I wanted to text you tomorrow anyway. Do you want to meet my friends? They are assholes, but I guess they will be nice when they see you in this dress. And I will promise them death if they are mean.” Luna frowns, not sure  what to say, but Pedro pushes the glass in her hand and winks at her. “Maybe you will catch some hot one there, just be nice, tiny you.”

Ámbar snorts. “Obviously they are hot. I am not friends with ugly people.” Saying that with huge disgust, she pulls lost Luna away from there, talking something about doing well by drinking classy things in the club and that she should start doing this herself, but vodka is stronger than any of her safety reflexes.

Luna just keeps nodding at her, sipping her drink, since the temperature keeps being high as hell, until they get to the blonde’s table. She looks around forcing her brain to memorize faces until she stops on one and chokes.

What the actual fuck is he doing here out of all people in Buenos Aires and how the hell is he friends with Ámbar?

Luna has bo idea so she just stares at him as he is talking to other guy with curly hair and she has no idea what to do now, because if she thought he was hot in class, now this is breaking all his records at once in this black shirt with few first buttons undone, what obviously sticks her eyes to his skin. She is such a mess because of some guy, and she would feel ridiculous if not the fact her brain is fried.

“Hey, idiots, you wanted to meet Luna and now you act like the least classy guys in the city.” Ámbar growls, resting her hands on her hips and suddenly all stares are on Luna. Matteo’s look catches her eyes.

She drops the glass.

The other guy chuckles getting up immediately while Matteo seems to be as lost as Luna herself, but only for few seconds.

The blonde girl shakes her head dramatically. “Since neither of you all is able to think at this very moment, you-” she points at guy with curly hair, “-will get Luna new drink while we all just sit down and try to make you all speak, because r-i-d-i-c-u-l-o-u-s.”

The guy smirks widely at Matteo. “No, no blondie, he will go, he was supposed to get new vodka after all so it won’t make a difference.”

Luna is just trying to not faint, because here she is in short dress, wearing high heels, very tipsy and apparently the one and only Matteo Balsano is gonna get her something to drink.

He acts completely casually as Ámbar sits down saying whatever, and approaches her as if he has never seen her again - despite the smirk of the other guy, who probably knows, but Ámbar doesn’t.

“What was in the glass you dropped?” He smirks and she pouts, before opening her mouth to answer, but he interrupts leaning closer. “It’s too loud here, just come with me for it to the bar, is it okay?”

Luna can only nod, wondering if she shouldn’t go for clear vodka today, because any sober, any tipsy, any anything will not help her survive this. She is sure of it when he smiles at her and rests his hand on her lower back in order to lead her out of people dancing around. Someone bumps into her and she almost trips over her own leg which goes unfortunately behind the other, yet Matteo manages to catch her with another hand on her waist. He chuckles softly, but says nothing, pulling her behind a little faster and all Luna can do is follow him as if he is her own icebreaker.

She is praying for neither of her friends to see them; she would end up photographed from every angle and definitely interviewed later, hit by questions like did you finally get laid and are ready to move on with your life? Yeah, not gonna happen. Hopefully. For now Matteo is talking to the bartender casually, leaning his elbows on the counter and smiling widely, since the girl is making his drink with dreamy eyes and Luna feels like dropping another mojito.

That’s totally her luck, though it’s not like she had any expectations; the hottest ones are usually assholes and apparently this one ain’t no exception.

She is ready to leave when he pays, but after he does he just turns to her, completely ignoring the bartender. Luna frowns, yet takes the arm he offers her, they walk away and he leans closer to her. “You don’t seem to be glad that I flirted us half price discount.”

She blinks surprised, not sure if to curse at him again in her head, or just ask what, so she nods softly, making him laugh.

“Looks like that’s a thing you should teach me as well.” She mumbles not really stopping herself from throwing this and Matteo laughs. “Am I not too hot for teaching people anything?”

Luna almost chokes, but keeps herself cool to not spill the drink probably either on her dress or on his shirt.

“Okay, okay, it was just a joke,” he says but it doesn’t feel like a joke at all. His hand is suddenly in front of her and she gives him surprised look. “Are we going to the table?” He asks, offering her his hand.

Luna sighs and looks around. If no one comes from the future to stop her from doing it, then how bad this decision can be? She just smiles and laces their fingers surely, seeing him smile.

“I need help.” Luna says, throwing papers on Matteo’s desk. He looks up at her from above his laptop, his glasses sliding softly off the bridge of his nose. She sighs dramatically, trying to focus, because she drank vodka with this guy few days ago, so no big deal. Not at all.

“Help with what?” He asks raising his eyebrows and lacing his fingers on the desk.

Luna pouts and pushes this little annoying strand of her hair behind her ear. “With physics, obviously. I don’t get a shit here, and I want you to explain it to me.” She says super quickly and guesses she should be nice, so she adds soft: “Please, Matteo.”

He takes deep breath, looking around before he reaches for her papers. The brunette keeps her breathing still for a moment, hoping that he is gonna chill his ass and help her or at least tell her where to start.

“Let me think about this.” He hums softly, looking around as if he is deep in thoughts. “When?” The question falls between them and Luna bites on her lower lip.

“I don’t know, but somewhere before Thursday I guess.”

“I have extra time on Fridays as always, can’t you come to me then?”

Luna crosses her arms with dramatic sigh, not sure how to get out of this. “I can’t on Friday. If I could I wouldn’t bother you the here and now.”

He stands up, brushing the chair against the floor loudly and she scrunches her nose as he gets closer to her and leans back against the desk. “Well then why didn’t you come to me last Friday?” He takes the pencil from his desk and starts playing with it. The tone of his voice breaks a little and shows hints of teasing, but Luna is hopeless here; no one really from her friends gets this shit so Matteo was it, yet he seems to make fun of her.

“Because I was busy, listen, I need this and I need you here.”

“Oh so now you need me? We reached this stage faster than I thought we would.” Luna chokes seeing his smirk when he rolls his sleeves up. “I guess I can give you some hints here and explain this or that, but under one condition here.”

Her shoulders fall with relief, because she knows he wouldn’t pull any weird shit here. “Okay, what is it. Tell me.”

Matteo crosses his arms, as always when he feels that he has the advantage. “You will go out with me, okay?”

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