#every time I see you I wanna punch you even harder than before

[saetoru]

Tee 🥹 so RB Gojo always shows up to YNs house unexpectedly or wants her to come over. What if one day out of the blue, like 2 am she shows up at his house in tears due to stress. And for once he can be the caretaker and dependable one. And then she falls asleep in his arms arms and he gets to be the big spoon for once. I could see her whispering “you’re it for me too” while thinking he’s asleep.- dabitee anon

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。BEFORE & AFTER — GOJO SATORU. (rich boy! au)

contents. college au, rich boy! gojo, stressed reader :(, comfort, cheesy banter lol i tried ok, slightly based off of this drabble

notes. dabitee anon. babie u are my biggest rb! gojo inspo u always think of the sweetest lil moments between them sobsss i adore you sm

sometimes, gojo forgets you're not always put together. sometimes, you struggle to get assignments finished, and sometimes you don't wake up for work on the first alarm, and sometimes studying is too much to handle no matter how determined you are for an A.

"thinking about me this late, sweetheart?" he grins as soon as he picks up your call, laying back on one arm as he stares at the ceiling. he doesn't expect to see you call at two am, but you do—and when he hears the short, wet sniffle through the phone, he doesn't waste a moment to sit up. "sweetheart? you good?"

"toru can you let me in?" you ask quietly. gojo feels every crack in your voice pierce into his chest—it's rare for you to need him like this. he thinks he's always needed you more than you've needed him, truthfully. you've always opened doors after he's stormed out on his father, you've always laced your fingers after arguments with suguru, and you've always rubbed his back when he's hunched over toilets after one too many drinks.

when was the last time you've let yourself need gojo? he doesn't have the time to even try and remember, his feet carrying him over to open his front door quietly. and it's you—you with teary eyes and puffy cheeks, you with tired dark circles and wobbly lips. it's you, but it's not the you he knows, the one he's used to.

the one good thing about gojo satoru is he always knows how to talk—he speaks enough for two, knows how to fill the silence when you can't bring yourself to speak. his arms tug you into his chest before you can open your mouth to explain.

"did you drive all the way here with those watery eyes?" he hums, "wanted to see me that bad? it's dangerous driving like that, baby."

"didn't wanna be alone," you mumble, sniffling into his chest. his hands are big—they're good for rubbing slow circles into your back, the warmth of his palm seeping in through your shirt and pressing against your skin.

"i'd have come if you texted me," he hums, "'m always up, anyway. you know i was beating suguru's ass in mortal combat? he owes me a burger."

"you can afford one yourself, idiot," you huff, making him chuckle. something about the low rumble of his chest against your cheek makes the tears flow a little faster—not because you feel worse, but because it's safe enough that you can.

sometimes, you forget gojo isn't that spoiled and whiny handful you love to call him. sometimes, you're reminded that he's used to being alone, that carrying emotions enough for two is his forte. your cheek presses harder against his chest, like you could bury yourself inside of him like that, like hiding away in his ribcage is where you're safest from the rest of the world. maybe it is—maybe all you need is him to make it safe.

"who's got my baby crying the night before an 8 am class?" he asks softly, “i’ll punch ‘em.”

“what if i say you, will you punch yourself?”

“for you, always,” he nods seriously.

he knows how to ask these things like that: like it's not heavy, like you can make a light-hearted joke or two so that you're not drowning in your own vulnerability. sometimes, you forget that gojo is no stranger to hiding his own vulnerability, that he knows how to hide it under a playful grin and a cheeky laugh.

"that group assignment's due soon and no one's done anything yet but me, and i had to pick up an extra shift to cover for someone, and that quiz coming up is apparently super hard, and my electricity bill was high this month and i don't know why, and....and—"

"okay," he hums, "the electricity might've been me," he says with a quiet chuckle, "i always forget to turn the lights off. I'll handle it, yeah?"

"but—"

"it's not paying for you," he cuts you off, "it's paying you back. there's a difference. now c'mon. i make good hot chocolate."

"it's out of a packet," you sniffle, lips curled into a pout as his thumb swipes away at your tears. he traces the swell of your cheek before pinching it lightly, making you huff.

"hey," he gasps, "it's special because i put extra chocolate in it! it's my secret ingredient."

"it's not a secret if it's the main ingredient, toru," you mumble, letting his fingers thread with yours as he tugs you along to follow him.

"do you just live to correct me?" he whines, "can't i have one thing?"

and when he hears that soft, breathy little giggle from you, he smiles to himself, the ache of his chest calming just a little. you think gojo could always do that if he tried—pull a small laugh or two out of you even if the world was crumbling around you, keep your lips curved up even as everything goes wrong.

he's enough to forget about that damn project, and that extra shift, and that absurd quiz, and that distressing bill. maybe it's in the way he makes the whipped cream look like a crooked heart in your mug, or the way he burns his tongue as he takes a sip too fast, or the way he swings your arm as he drags you to his room, or the way he wriggles his brows at you as he takes his shirt off before bed, or the way he presses that delicate, sweet, careful little kiss to your forehead as you lay on his chest.

because he has to be enough, he thinks as he holds you, he has to be good enough for you that he outweighs every bad thing you'll ever deal with. he wonders if you know you're it for him, if you know that no one else could fill the spot you've wormed your way into unknowingly. he realizes it that night you hold him, the same night you didn't scold him for ruining your sleep, the same night he finds his way to you when it feels like every road is blocked.

and when the roads are blocked you find your way to him too. so he lays quietly under your cheek, feeling your fingers trace those slow hearts into his skin as he hears you murmur, "i think you're it for me too, toru."

his brows furrow—and then he realizes you must have heard him that night, just like he's hearing you now. a small part of him wants to laugh at the odds, at the way you both can't bring yourselves to say it when you're sure you'll hear each other. the other part of him thinks maybe you were always supposed to find each other, that you were always meant to stay awake and hear hushed words that are supposed to be secrets.

but then you tilt your head up, meeting his eyes, like you know he's awake. oh, he realizes, you've always known, haven't you?

"oh yeah?" he asks, "what if someone cuter and funnier comes along?"

you giggle—not one trace of stress or fear or defeat on your features, not with him there. "i met suguru and still chose you," you tease, making his gasp in disbelief.

"that's so mean," he whines, "i made you hot chocolate with extra chocolate! you can't say my best friend is cuter. and for the record, i'm way funnier than him."

"i'm kidding," you grin, pinching his cheek. "i love you. thank you," you add quietly.

"love you too," he kisses your temple. sometimes, gojo forgets what it was like before you—and he doesn't really want to remember.

atp rich boy! gojo is just his own character to me sjfjsjfj i’ve just created a whole new dude in my head with the same irritating blue eyes

#teepods.writings #drabbles. #rich boy! au #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo fluff #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen fluff

[misserabella]

cruel intentions.

abby anderson x fem! reader

synopsis; when you learned that you liked your best friend as more than a friend. and her arms. you definitely like her arms.

cw; +18 content! minor dni!, teasing, dom! abby, sub! reader, size kink, reader is obsessed with abby’s muscles 😩, dirty talking, praising, fingering (r receiving), heavy make-out…

REMINDER: english is not my mother language so i apologize if there are some mistakes <3 !¡ either ways, i hope y’all like it. <3

REPOSTS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!

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you knew that maybe there could be something wrong with you when you realized that even if you were embarrassed to accept it — and that it made you blush and want the world to swallow you whole, want to melt…— you couldn’t simply not find abby’s arms hot. ‘cause they were so big, and looked so good every time they’d flex. you’d caught yourself staring now more than once at her arms when she’d be training, throwing the basketball around the court…

but then she’d casually dry the sweat of her face on her shirt, exposing her toned stomach and making her biceps bulge… and maybe you did or did not had to go the toilet to fix your ruined panties.

also…

she was fucking strong.

you’d seen her carry around full flour bags of 10kg. 2 on her hands, one on each one of her muscular shoulders for her mother’s bakery. without even struggling.

and you’d tried really hard to not let your mind wonder to the fact that she could easily carry you and throw you around if she wanted —for fucks sake you reached her chest—… but you had ended up with your fingers deep inside your cunt and moaning your best friend’s name that night either ways.

it was getting harder to ignore it. the fact that you liked her. but you couldn’t. you shouldn’t. she probably didn’t even look at you in that way… she didn’t. you had been best friends for years. sure. you two had kissed each other before, but they were just mere silly pecks, like a goodbye peck —with no romantically feelings behind and totally platonic— before getting back to class. she wouldn’t want to kiss you, right?

but fuck if it wasn’t hot seeing her walking around in only a sports bra when you’d hang at her house, her long blonde hair down and silky.

just like right now.

you prayed she couldn’t hear the way your heart was beating inside your chest.

“hey, you okay pretty girl?” she inquired, her warm and big hand falling on your naked thigh, since the warm nights of the spring had made you go for a pair of pijama shorts. you tried to not let the hitch on your breath show, nodding. she frowned, you’d started to get more quiet around her, more awkward. “what’s wrong, hm? you know you can tell me, right? are you not feeling alright?” she inquired, her free hand going to your forehead and cheek to check for any fever. none. you stopped breathing for a second when you saw her inch closer, heart deafening. shit. her lips looked so good.

“i’m alright.” you managed to say, and unconsciously licked your lips, looking at hers. she looked at yours for just a mere second before pulling away back onto the headboard. her hand remained on your thigh, even when she reached for the controller, making it slide upwards and then inwards when she had settled back once again, this time closer to where you felt growing wetter. your cheeks were burning, ‘cause you were getting wet over your best fucking friend.

and she wasn’t even doing anything. shit. when had you started to exactly like her? maybe that day when she punched a douchebag that had threw you a dirty comment on the college hallways? no… when she saved money to buy you that necklace that you always stopped to stare at on your way back to your shared neighborhood? you hadn’t taken it out since, but… you couldn’t remember. have you always felt something for her? fuck.

“alright. what do you wanna watch tonight, hm? anything my girl wants.”

my girl. my girl. my girl.

“that one looks good.” you quickly said, pointing at the first movie that popped up on the netflix’s recommendations.

“cruel intentions.” she said out loud the name of the film, and she shrugged. “okay.” she said, pressing okay and getting comfy. she had promised that she’d watch whatever you chose, anything to make you happy.

you talked just the slightest through the film, laughing a little bit in between scenes on when you’d drift from the tv. that was until something caught your attention.

kathryn had offered to teach cecile how to kiss using tongue.

you were blushing as you watched the two girls slowly and softly kiss before starting to make out, leading to a string of spit connecting their lips once they had pulled away.

abby was staring at the screen, but she too seemed more tense, the little strokes that her thumb was leaving on your thigh coming to stop. there was this unspoken tension in the air. what to say, what do do… should you make a funny joke, don’t say anything at all…?

“wow…” you shockingly said, a smile creeping up your face.

“please, that was nothing. i could do better than her.” abby said back, teasingly, a smirk on her face.

“oh yeah?” you teased her back. “sure.”

“you don’t believe me?” she inquired, acting hurt. the hand on your thigh was now burning.

“not really. no.” you smiled.

“want me to prove it to you?” your breath hitched, the smirk on her face growing when she saw the flush on your cheeks under the deem light of her lamp.

“yeah.” you said, looking at her lips and dampening your own, and she couldn’t help but stare at yours, heart beating fasted. shit. she hadn’t expected you’d say yes. dreamed of it? wished for it? sure. but never thought it could actually happen. she had seen you staring, that’s for sure, but she hadn’t said anything, had waited for you to actually speak up about it, but you had been acting so shy that she never expected that you’d actually do it.

“fucking finally.” she whispered against your lips, one of her hands coming up to cup at your cheek. her lips crashed against yours and you couldn’t help but moan when you felt her tongue push inside your mouth. the kiss was dirty, and needy, and messy, but you wouldn’t change it for nothing in the world, ‘cause it felt like fucking magic.

the hand resting on your thigh reached closer to where you most needed her, teasing, warming up your skin and leaving it in goosebumps. you kissed her back with neediness, clasping at her strong shoulders and her hair, which you pulled, making her groan.

when she pulled away, the two of you were panting, and she was smirking when you pushed forwards to kiss her again, but she stopped you with one of her hands on your neck.

“that good?” she teased you, eyebrows rising and a smirk showing on her now swollen lips, and you huffed, kissing her again and sighing when her hand got closer to your leaking little cunt and later on moaning when her palm cupped it, groaning at the feeling of the damp patch growing on your panties. “so fucking wet… is that all for me doll?” she inquired, kissing your neck while starting to rob your puffy clit from over your underwear, the friction being enough to make you moan out loud.

you nodded, but she was not having that.

“nuh-uh, use your words pretty girl.” she demanded, and you whimpered.

“yes, fuck abby, ‘s all for you…” your thighs were shaking, and you were aching for more. shit, you’ve dreamed about this for so long…

“atta girl.” she praised and you let out a tiny needy moan that made her smirk only grow more. “you like that baby? like it when i call you my good girl?” you moaned, letting out a breathing ‘yes’ that had her heart jumping inside her chest. fuck, you were so hot. and fuuuck, you were so wet.

her fingers slid easily through your folds now that she had pulled your beautiful lace panties to the side —the ones you had wore just for her—. “gonna be my good girl and take my fingers, hm?”

you nodded, begging for it, moaning when her middle finger simply pressed against your clenching hole, pleading to be filled.

just the stretch of one of them had you breathless, your head disconnecting. you let out the most beautiful and pornographic moan abby had ever heard, and fuck if it didn’t make her more horny that she already was —if that was even possible—.

“aw, look at you, you’re sucking me in, baby.” you whimpered when she thrusted her finger inside your warm and tight walls, your slick making it easy to slip in and out. your cheeks were burning, and you were shaking. fuck. why was her teasing you hot? “you hear that baby? hear my fingers fucking you like the little needy girl that you are?” the squelches that your cunt was making made you squirm and blush beetle red, moaning at her words. fuck. she was driving you insane.

a second finger went in and you felt like fading, jolts of electricity cursing through your veins, a knot tightening on your lower stomach.

“fuck, abby!” you cried out when she curled them, her fingertips pressing against that spongy spot in between your walls that could make you fall apart.

“there she is… right there, huh baby?” she smirked, and you nodded, moaning with every new thrust. your eyes fell to her arm, seeing the way her muscles would show and flex under her skin, how her veins would pop, the slick covering her palm... you moaned, and your cunt tightened around her fingers. that’s when she noticed what you were looking at, and she groaned. “fuck. i knew it. i knew i wasn’t imagining shit. you like my arms, don’t you baby? i bet you like my hands too, hm? thought about them a lot while playing with your little pussy, didn’t you?” you were nodding, and babbling the moment her free hand came up to your neck, choking you. your tight squeezed her fingers again. “fuuuck.” she groaned. “knew my pretty girl would like being choked.” you were perfect. holy shit, you were perfect for her —but that’s something she already knew—. your mind was getting dizzy, and your orgasm was so close your back was arching and you were losing your voice due to your constant moaning. “you gonna cum, baby? gonna be a good girl for me and cum all over my fingers?” you cried out.

“yes, shit abby, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna-“ next thing you knew? you were gushing all over her fingers, falling apart, thighs shaking and broken moans spilling from your puffy reddish lips. you looked like a fucking angel, and the fact that it was her who was making you feel this good was making abby impossibly horny.

she helped you rode it, her fingers fucking into you in the perfect way to make it last for what it seemed hours and hours. you were spent by the time you came down from it, and abby was licking her fingers clean with her tongue, what made you let out a shaky breath.

and you knew.

you knew by the way she was looking at you that you were not done yet.

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a/n;🤭😋💋

abby anderson masterlist! <3

#abby tlou #abby anderson #abby x reader #muscle mommy abby #tlou smut #tlou fanfiction #tlou #tlou imagine #tlou fic #tlou part 2 #tlou2 #tlou fluff #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x fem!reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson fluff

[pandorxxx]

Tamed

Neteyam (21) x metkayina fem reader (20)

Warnings: SMUT THE HOUSE, cursing, hair pulling, pinning, p in v, oral (for like 2 seconds), intense orgasms, (DOM NETEYAM AND IM NOT KIDDING), edging.

🔞Minors, do not interact🔞

“Bro, where is my fucking girlfriend, I’ve been trying to find her all day!” Lo’ak whined, trailing behind Neteyam as they walked towards the beach.

“Baby bro! Were you not listening when she said her and y/n had training all morning?” Neteyam chuckled, looking back at Lo’ak briefly before turning back around.

“I miss her. I just can’t get enough!” Lo’ak joked, fake crying with a hand over his heart. Neteyam rolled his eyes, laughing loudly.

“You just saw her last night!” Neteyam chuckled, gesturing calmly as he kept a steady pace in-front of his brother.

“Bro, do you not realize we lucked up on the hottest girls here! And they just so happened to be sisters?” Lo’ak sighed with joy, shaking his head with a smile.

“You’re soooo ungrateful.” Lo’ak spoke sarcastically, catching up to Neteyam.

“Oh, trust me! I’m definitely gratef-” Neteyam started, but was quickly cut off by you screaming at Tsireya in the middle of the beach.

“Y/n, You’re such a BITCH!” Tsireya shouted at you, gesturing wildly.

“You stole MY TOP, and I’m the bitch?!” You screamed, pushing her back lightly.

“Should we stop them?” Lo’ak asked, watching intently as the scene unfolded before him. Neteyam was conflicted. This was you and your sister, surely you wouldn’t try to really hurt your sister, right? Besides he really didn’t wanna get involved.

“Just give it a minute.” Neteyam spoke, holding his arm infront of lo’ak as he watched closely, waiting for the moment when he had to split you two up.

“I don’t even see what the big deal is! You weren’t wearing it ANYWAY!” She replied in anger, pushing you back. You stumbled back alittle before balling your fists up, eyes full of rage.

“IT DOESNT MATTER! the point is you went in MY CLOSET AND TOOK IT! GIVE IT BACK NOW!” You roared, shaking in anger as you tried your best not to strangle her in-front of everyone.

“NO!” Tsireya projected, crossing her arms. That was the last straw for you as you watched your hand fly across her face, sending her to the ground. Everyone around gasped, watching the handprint form on Tsireya’s face.

“Bro! get your fucking girlfriend. She just slapped mines silly!” Lo’ak yelled, running over to Tsireya. Neteyam pursed his lips in anger, walking over to you two.

“I- ahg! Fucking told you to give -ngh! me my shit back!” You grunted, choking your sister out as you straddled her.

“I-it’s not that SERIOUS!” Tsireya struggled, trying to flip you off of her, but you were too far gone in your own anger.

“IT IS THAT SERIOUS! DONT TOUCH ME STUFF!” You shouted, shaking her neck with every syllable before sending another hand across her face, even harder than the last time.

“Alright get off now!” Lo’ak shouted from behind you, trying to pull you off by your waist, but you swiftly pushed him back, making him fall to the ground. Instantly you felt two strong hands snake under your armpits, pulling you off of your sister with such ease.

“ENOUGH!” Neteyam growled, holding you back by your waist as you desperately tried to get to your sister.

“I HATE YOU!” Tsireya cried, standing to her feet with the help of lo’ak, still lunging towards you.

“I HATE YOU MORE!” You hissed, punching neteyams arm to get out of his grasp. He grabbed your tail, wrapping it around his forearm before yanking it hard. You yelped in pain, immediately stopping all movement. Lo’ak watched, instantly following neteyams lead as he yanked tsireya’s tail. Lo’ak bent down to Tsireya’s ear whispering to her as Neteyam did the same to you.

“You’re in fucking public! Calm down!” Neteyam muttered through gritted teeth.

“But she stole my toooopppp!” you whined, stomping your foot in anger like a child. He gripped your tail tighter, making you hiss in frustration.

“What did I tell you about hissing at me? HUH?!” He roared in your ear, grabbing your arm tightly.

“Tsireya is the LEAST of your worries now!” He spat, spinning you around to throw you over his shoulder. He glanced back at lo’ak dragging tsireya away by her hair.

“HANDLE THAT!” Neteyam growled, pointing to lo’ak. Lo’ak looked back briefly, still dragging Tsireya away.

“AND TAME THAT WILD ANIMAL OF YOURS!” Lo’ak chuckled, yanking Tsireya harder before turning away.

The walk to your hut was filled with kicking and screaming as you desperately tried to get Neteyam to put you down. You finally made it, as he slammed the door behind him, placing you on the ground.

“What the fuck is your problem? Why are you fighting your sister like that?” He asked surprisingly calm, with his hands on his hips. You paced back and forth, face balled up in anger.

“I TOLD YOU! SHE STOLE MY FUCKING TOP! AND YOU JUST TOOK HER SIDE!” You screamed, still pacing back and forth as your arms crossed around your chest.

“I DID NOT! bottom line is, you cannot CHOKE your sister out!” He shouted, gesturing angrily as he watched you burn a whole in the ground.

“TIS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!” You shouted sternly, stopping all movement as you watched him cross his arms.

“Ohhh, but it is my business! YOU ARE MY BUSINESS!” He growled, hitting his chest with force.

“Fuck you, Neteyam. Get out.” You whispered with a clenched jaw, pointing at him before turning around. His eyes grew narrow, tilting his head as he huffed with each breath.

“What did you say to me?” He whispered, walking closer to you at an agonizingly slow pace. You turned around, meeting him halfway.

“I said GET OUT!” you yelled, hitting his chest hard, but of course he didn’t budge, not even an inch.

“No! The first part. Repeat that FIRST PART.” He commanded, turning his head slightly to hear you clearly.

“FUCK…Y-”you were cut off by neteyams strong hand wrapping around your neck with much force, almost knocking the wind out of you.

“Now, I’ve let you scream at me, HISS at me, hit me, but I draw the line at blatant disrespect, princess.” He whispered with low growls rumbling in his chest, as he was only inches away from your lips.

“No one’s bold enough to put you in your place, and it shows. But you’ve finally met your fucking match.” He hissed, poking you in the chest with the ball of his finger. You pouted up at him with your ocean eyes, trying to get out of the trouble you were in.

“That sad face of yours is not going to get you out of this.” He growled, picking you up to throw you on the cot. You instantly shuffled around, trying to crawl away from him, but you were too slow. Neteyam grabbed your arms, pinning them behind your back before shifting your hips up to meet his pelvis.

“Ngh! I just want my top baaaaack!” You whined, throwing your head down into the cot to muffle your whimpering. He ripped your loincloth off before ripping his, throwing both of them to the side.

“Shut up about that FUCKING TOP!” He growled, slamming into you with no remorse. You screamed at the force, trying to wiggle your arms out of his grasp.

“Stay still!” He shouted, thrusting into you hard and deep. Your scrunched your face up as the pleasure washed over you, becoming too much tohandle.

“Neteyammmm pleaseeee!” You whined, as your salty tears found there way to the corners of your mouth. You could feel him piercing through your soul, searching your guts for an apology.

“Say sorry, RIGHT NOW!” He grunted, holding your dainty hands behind your back, while his other hand pulled your hair.

“Mmm-ughh! No!” You spat, trying desperately not to fall into his trap. You weren’t one to be tamed, but Neteyam knew exactly how to get you under control.

“NO? Did you just tell me NO?” He growled, growing angrier as he thrusted into you faster. The pace he was going was unbearable, you felt like you were going to explode at any second.

“Sllll- oooww down!” You moaned as your vision blurred from your constant flow of tears. You could feel your orgasm approaching fast, and you knew it was going to be intense.

“You’ve got something you want to say first?” He shouted, pushing your head back down onto the cot, holding it there. Your ears were ringing from the impact, and your legs were going numb. Your whole body was tingling as you felt the knot in your stomach unraveling slowly.

“I-IM SORRYY NETEYAM!” You cried loudly, before deliriously gnawing at the material of the cot, trying desperately to find some relief elsewhere.

“SAY *thrust* IT *thrust* AGAIN! *thrust*” he shouted, thrusting into you so hard that your numb legs gave out under him.

“I-I CANT MOVE!” You whined, trembling in his grasp. He pulled your hips back towards him harshly, sliding into your sensitive cunt again.

“DONT EVER DISRESPECT ME AGAIN! DO YOU UNDERSTAND!” He roared, smacking your ass multiple times, leaving handprints all across you.

“YESSSS!” You screamed, tears burning your sensitive cheeks. Your legs gave out again, this time with your orgasm following. Your eyes crossed, as you convulsed under him, squirting everywhere. He watched you lose it with his bottom lip in between his teeth.

“Mhmm, just like that. NOW GET UP!” He growled, smacking your ass again. You tried to pull yourself up, but you fell back to the cot everytime, crying with every attempt as you were scared of Neteyam’s reaction.

“I c-can’t feel my legs!” You cried into the cot, lazily crawling away from him with the strength of your dainty arms. He flipped you over, picking you up by your thighs before walking you over to the wall. He glared at you hungrily, eyeing you up and down with lustful eyes.

“please don’t do this to me! I-I can’t take anymore!” You strained, shaking your head from side to side as tears streamed down your face again.

“You’re so pretty when you beg, you know that?” He asked, kissing your neck, leaving hickeys all over. He gently put you on your feet as he held you by your waist, turning you to face the wall. Your knees buckled, and he quickly grabbed you.

“Upside down, NOW!” He growled. Your eyes widened at the memories of that position, and the way you always seemed to black out afterwards.

“Neteyam, I-I can’t p-” you panicked before being cut off. “Your legs are numb, right? I’ll hold them for you. Now BEND…OVER!” He muttered through gritted teeth, backing you up enough for you to bend down. You bent down hesitantly, placing your hands flat on the ground. He instantly lifted your legs, bringing your crotch to his.

“I have a feeling this will never happen again, am I correct?” He asked sarcastically, sliding into you before thrusting slowly.

“YESSS! It won’t happen again! I’m sorry!” You whined, feeling the blood rushing to your head. He speed up his pace, using your ass as leverage to destroy you. He hit your sweet-spot with every thrust, sending a wave of overwhelming pleasure your way.

“N-Neteyam! m’ gonna f-fall!” You stuttered feeling your arms trembling under you. He slapped your ass, rolling his hips into you, making your mouth fly opened.

“You better hold on, because I’m not DONE YET!” He growled. You couldn’t even speak, or rebuttal. You were too busy trying to find the breath that Neteyam took away.

“Nothing to say? That’s a fucking first!” He chuckled, watching your sticky pelvises meet with every thrust. You finally caught your breath with a loud gasp, screaming out as you felt your orgasm coming again.

“mmmm FUCK!” You screamed in between thrusts, feeling slightly woozy from the position. You decided to milk it though, hoping he would ease up on you.

“N-Neteyam, I-I’m gonna pass out like l-last time.” you said breathlessly, trembling under him. He shook his head at your attempts to get out of your current situation.

“Pass out then, I’m not stopping!” He grinned, spitting down onto your cunt. He felt you clenching around him, signaling that you were about to cum, and he wasn’t too far behind you.

“You’re gonna m-make me cum again!” You whined as your eyes rolled back, twitching around his torso. As soon as he felt you clench around him again, he pulled out of you.

“Ohhh Neteyam! Pleaseee!” You begged, as you felt your orgasm slowly disappearing.

“Have you learned your lesson, y/n?” He asked, bending down to French kiss your cunt, sucking on your clit. Your arms were really trembling now, as you moaned loudly, nodding at his question. He pulled away, wiping his mouth before poking at your entrance with his tip to tease you.

“I want you to go and talk to your sister when we’re done. Make it right, ok?” He spoke softly, smacking your ass again.

“YES, YES! I’LL TALK TO HER!” You submitted, nodding your head again. He slid back into you, and you instantly felt your orgasm approaching again. He sped up his pace, chasing his as well. All that could be heard was loud moans, and skin clapping against each other.

“Cummingggg!” You screamed, balling your face up in pleasure as your squirted all over his lower abdomen and chest.

“Mhmmm, good girl! Im almost there!” He grunted, focusing only on the movement of your ass as it slapped against him. Your arms were becoming numb, as they shook violently under you.

“NETEYAMM, IM GONNA FALL!” You whined, as stars flooded your vision. He leaned back alittle, lifting some of the pressure off of your hands as he threw his head back.

“FUUUUCK!” He growled, pulling out of you to spew his thick cum on your ass. His eyes rolled back, jerking his cock to milk himself dry.

“m-my arms are numb! Lift me up pleaseee!” You pleaded. On command, he put your legs on the ground, lifting you up by your hair.

“Are you done being a fucking brat? Never again right?” He whispered in your ear, tugging on your long hair.

“Never again, I swear…”

Wheeewww chileeee! New position unlocked 🔓. Idk I got high and was like “let’s put this bitch UPSIDE DOWN!” lmfaooo. As always, I love y’all to death, and I’ll talk to y’all later!!!

Outtie❤️🖖🏾,

Pandorxx

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[yawnderu]

She Wants Me Dead — Miguel O'Hara x Reader | Part III

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"You have tits now." The sentence is so blunt it almost makes Miguel laugh for the first time ever since the incident.

"Pecs." Is all he can reply, barely even finding the energy to keep his eyes open. He has been working himself to the bone ever since he broke the canon and erased an entire dimension, looking for an explanation, a solution, anything.

"Mhm." Everything felt so cold ever since. 5 months in and you couldn't handle the pressure of dealing with Miguel, who was barely home and didn't even have the energy to do anything with you, spending all day in his office, planning with the AI you came to love, Lyla. You left him at his lowest, appearing only a year after the incident, once Miguel had it together, in a way. The Miguel you're looking at isn't the Miguel you fell in love with.

"I have nothing for you, so you might as well shock off." He dismisses you without even sparing a glance at you, his red eyes focused on the projection of his adoptive daughter— the life he wished he could have and got to experience for a short while before reality came crashing down in him, destroying any piece of what the old Miguel was like. Friendly, nice. He was now full of snark, sarcasm, and a moodiness that seemed to spread to everyone around him, infecting them like a virus.

"I just wanted to see you. See if I got lucky enough to be in your bed again." There's a playful pout on your lips, doing nothing to ease the tension. He wasn't expecting to see you ever since you dumped him, and he could feel his muscles tensing at your mere presence.

"Not happening. Not after what you did." He's stern, cold. His red eyes set on you for a second before returning to his monitor, both wounds still fresh in his soul.

"You're still mad about that? I said sorry." The charming smile you shoot his way is enough to make his blood boil. It's something he has seen far too many times during your toxic relationship, something that previously made him fold and submit to you, despite knowing you're both pure poison to each other.

"Sorry." He repeats with a scoff, hands on his hips as he finally looks down at you. He's much... bigger, in every way. The lanky guy you knew is now towering at 6'9, his body nothing short of pure muscle that could easily crush you like a bug.

"If you want back in, you're gonna have to try much harder. You can't just keep doing stuff like that, not anymore." He's a lot more mature now, even if only a year has passed. You know he suffers from great trauma— hell, you were there to see that for yourself, until you ran away.

"Fine. I'll do anything, Miggy." You reply with a sigh, hands gently tracing his waist before wrapping around it, bringing him in for the so dreaded hug. In reality, you don't feel much about it, but for him... it's like another punch to the gut. He has way too much on his plate, the last thing he needs is his ex-girlfriend, a villain, pretending to be sweet just to get forgiveness.

"Just... be there for me and don't piss me off." He says after hesitantly pushing your body away, being careful enough to not use a lot of force.

Four months in and you've broken that promise more times than he can count, yet the obsession and love cloud his judgement. You're the only thing he can cling on besides his obsession with the canon, and so when he needs a break... he knows you'll be there. Doesn't matter if he wants to talk, cuddle in silence, or fuck. You're always available, ready for anything he has in mind.

"Así, mi amor." He guided your hips up and down his cock, arms wrapped around you like a lifeline as he used your cunt to jerk himself off.

"Too much—" He shushes you with a kiss, bringing your body closer to his until he can thrust into you faster, your whiny moans doing nothing but become fuel to his already exhausted body. His kisses are sloppy, desperate, tongues wrapping around each other in a mess of saliva.

''Wanna prove how much you're sorry? For all the broken promises?'' You regret nodding your head, because now your body is now pinned down on a mating press as he fucks his stupidly big cock into you, pulling out only to slam himself back in, the lewd sounds of your squelching cunt and mixed moaning bouncing off the walls of his room in a melody that you both know too well.

''Want it inside?'' He already knows the answer, but he always asks just to confirm. His thumb rubs on your clit while he holds your thighs up with both hands, looking at the way his cock disappears into your cunt, barely managing to take him all the way. The new position allows him to see more of you in a vulnerable light, and he truly appreciates just how much power he holds over you in this moment, your much smaller body writhing underneath him as your second orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, unable to focus on anything going on around you except just how good his cock feels. You manage to give him a desperate nod, too overwhelmed to even speak, only whiny moans being able to push past your lips.

''Good girl.'' He praises in a whisper, burying himself all the way inside as he climaxes, pearly white and thick cum filling your insides, painting them a pretty color in what he hopes will finally be the time he gets you pregnant. Hopes, because he knows you're on birth control, and he knows he'll get made fun of if he ever suggests starting a family with you.

He slowly pulls out of you, tired body collapsing right next to you, holding you in his arms like you're made of glass, plump lips planting gentle kisses on your forehead, a total contrast to the man fucking you earlier.

''I love you.'' He confesses softly, the weight of the three words crushing him down every single time they come out of his lips no matter how many times he says them. Despite the lack of energy, you tilt your head, a teasing smile on your lips as you look up at him. He know that look too well, rolling his eyes and groaning in annoyance. You're definitely going to make him grow gray hairs before he even reaches 40.

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[macbooth]

full of childish whimsy in a hostile fashion tonight so here’s every shakespeare clown i can think of and whether or not i think i’d beat them in a fight

(i do not mean fools i mean clowns. they do not need to be the secret genius of the play. if they are stupid in every way shape or form i am including them here)

Puck (A Midsummer Night’s Dream) No chance. Bro’s got that magic and ALSO has a big strong scary fairy king as his bear, like, do not separate them. If I even tried throwing hands at this cunt I’d get torn to shreds and used as glitter dude, I’d be over. 0/10

Nick Bottom (A Midsummer Night’s Dream) I could but I’d feel bad. I also think he’d put up a really solid fight. Like this is out of donkey form, bro was a physical worker. Like I reckon I could win a fight with some of the tradies I’ve seen but I don’t think it’d be easy. Also he’s just really dumb so I would feel a little bad. Donkey form though, I’m running away. Scary as shit. I am afraid of horses though. 6.5/10

Touchstone (As You Like It) Absolutely I could beat the shit out of this man. I hate him so much. Full of hostility towards this fucker. His clothes aren’t even subtle I could find this bitch in the forest no time and hunt him down and rip him to shreds, fuckin court jester doesn’t even have the roughness of the country on his side. 9/10 (-1 point cause he definitely fights dirty but I just hate him so much I’d win)

Jaques (As You Like It) First off he’s absolutely a clown. Second off I’ve played him before so my word is gospel. Third off bro has no fucking chance against me. He’s a podcast bro who thinks I don’t know that Tame Impala is one dude. I’d ask him why we can’t print more money and he would explode instantly and it would be the funniest thing he did with his life. 10/10

Audrey & Corin (As You Like It) I’m lumping these two together cause in the show I did they were one character (and I also played them). I wouldn’t even want to fight these two. And even if I wanted to Audrey would absolutely be able to beat the shit out of me and I would thank her. Our setting was in semi-modern country Australia, that girl would have a shotgun. 2/10

Autolycus (Winter’s Tale) Just like Jaques to me. He might be a little bit harder because he’d change costume and I’d get confused because I have no object permanence but other than that what has he got. Bitterness? Resentment? Bitch so did I when I was 15 grow up experience love. 8/10

Falstaff (Henry IV parts 1 & 2, Merry Wives of Windsor) I don’t actually know about this one but he is very punchable. I feel like he’d let me punch him and I think one punch would be enough for me. I think that would satisfy my urge to punch him. He may be a knight but let’s be honest he’s shit at it so I stand by this. 4/10 (just cause I don’t really give a shit)

The Dromios (Comedy of Errors) I absolutely could beat them in a fight but I would feel So Bad. You see how they’re literally already treated in the play, I wanna give them a break. That being said they’re both kinda dicks but they’re going through it already so I’d wanna give them a breather. I would win though, even if they both were attacking at once. 7/10

Launcelot Gobbo (Merchant of Venice) He’s such a prick but I would be laughing too hard at his name to fight him. Bro’s name is Gobbo. Bro’s name is basically Gobby. Imagine being named Blowjob. I would lose my mind. I would laugh so so hard I would collapse. My heart would fail. Biggest L name out there bro. Launcelot Gobbo oh my god. 3/10

Launce (Two Gentlemen of Verona)  Nah man he has an attack dog. I don’t care what breed of dog Crab is in a production I fully believe he would kill for Launce, that’s just their dynamic. I understand them better than anyone else (I have a dog). Also he’s already working for Proteus, is that not punishment enough? 4/10

Speed (Two Gentlemen of Verona) I mean I definitely could fight him. I don’t imagine he’s got much fighting experience. But once again, he has to deal with Valentine which does feel like it would be cruel to inflict more onto him. Like Valentine’s not as bad as Proteus but fuck is he stupid. Also if I accidentally flubbed a punch Speed could absolutely tear me a new asshole with his words and I would sob and cry and literally never recover. 4/10

The Porter (Macbeth) Fuck no. Bro definitely has a knife on him at all times. I can’t explain why I think this I just do. He works night shift, he definitely doesn’t get paid enough for his dog shit job, he would absolutely try to stab me just to spice up his evening without me starting a fight. 1/10

Trinculo (Tempest) Yes. Sorry, you’re Russell Brand? L. I could kick your ass. And he’s like drunk for half the show, and almost fucked a fish. I doubt his judgement is good enough to say the alphabet backwards let alone dodge a punch. He couldn’t even get Caliban to kick my ass (who definitely could by the way) cause Caliban fucking hates him. Bro, failwife to Stephano should pay more. But it doesn’t. 8.5/10

Dogberry (Much Ado About Nothing) Without Verges? Yes. With Verges? No way. Those two are a power couple in the dumbest possible way. He would absolutely try to get me arrested though but I simply would not go to prison. What’s he gonna do? Send me to prison? I’m already not going. 7/10

Mercutio (Romeo and Juliet) No chance. Unless Romeo fucked up so bad like he did in the actual play, I would have no chance against this dude. I wouldn’t even want to even if I could. I’m a Benvolio stan first and foremost and a person second you think I’d wanna fight his bestie? Only exception is if it was an actual fight club and not just a pure fight out of hatred. I feel like Mercutio could give Brad Pitt Fight Club Realness, outfits included.  I would still lose though. 2.5/10

Don Adriano De Armado (Love’s Labour’s Lost) I reckon I could wreck this dude’s shit. You know that gif where the fuckin dude is doing all these cool sword moves and then he just gets shot? You know the one. I forgot where it’s from but you know the one. That would be this fight. Armado would bust out his flair, his razzle dazzle, his pizzaz, and I would just deck him I think. That’s the power you need in this world, I think. Power of fist to face. Peace and love. <3 8/10

Costard (Love’s Labour’s Lost) I do not think Costard would realise he was being fought even as he was actively getting hit in the face. I know how to say honorificabilitudinitatibus, he doesn’t even have that against me. Bro couldn’t even confuse me with that, I learnt that, like an adult. Anyway yeah I’d kick his ass. 9/10

Holofernes & Sir Nathaniel (Love’s Labour’s Lost) This is the same man to me. I would destroy them both. Fuckin nerds. Flowery ass language nerds. I support gay rights and gay wrongs but the only reason I couldn’t fight those two gay muppets who heckle is cause they’re too far away (in a theatre booth), these two gay muppets who heckle are right in front of me. I’d kick their tweed cladded asses. 10/10

Jaquenetta (Love’s Labour’s Lost) She is just like Audrey to me. I could never bring myself to hurt her. Also she’s pregnant and I feel like it’s fucked up to hit a pregnant woman just for fun. Also she could absolutely wreck my shit. Please wreck my shit Jaquenetta. 0.5/10

Moth (Love’s Labour’s Lost) This little fucker should be an INSTANT knock out but I just know this fucker bites. He’s a shit talking 8 year old? Oh he plays wolves on the playground, I just know it. He plays wolves and he’s definitely been suspended for it, I just know it in my heart. Sure, I could kick him, but he would grab hold of my foot and try to rip it off. We would shake hands and agree to part ways, having met our match. He, who plays wolves, and me, who played fairies, leave the fight with our heads high and respect in our hearts. I am kidding of course but I do think we would tie. 5/10

Lear’s Fool (King Lear) There’s already so much fighting going on, I don’t even think they’d notice if I just started kicking this dude. Not only could I fight him and win, I think I’d get away with it too. I’d win not only physically but socially too. What’s he gonna do? Tell his boss? Bro he’s preoccupied with his whole kingdom crumbling, grow up. 9/10

Lavatch (All’s Well That Ends Well) This is more meta but my hatred of this play would fuel me here. I would fight literally anyone in this play if given the chance, not a joke. I would get in the ring with literally anyone from this play, but honestly, out of them all I weirdly respect Lavatch the most, maybe because he at least knows that he’s a cunt, unlike literally everyone else who Just Suck. I do think he’s probably scrappy though, so I wouldn’t leave unscathed. I also think if he got the upper hand he would be so so awful about it, so I’d really have to fight. 6/10

Sir Toby Belch & Sir Andrew Aguecheek (Twelfth Night)  Andrew is canonically bad at fighting, and honestly I do not believe Toby would be any better. Love both of these guys but if I had to fight them both at once I think I would be able to just move out of the way and they’d bonk each other on the head like a cartoon. They’re just silly guys. 9/10

Maria (Twelfth Night) Every woman clown could beat my ass. Audrey, Jaquenetta, Maria, they are all so special to me and would all also fucking destroy me. Maria especially cause I just know she is full of hate. You don’t hatch a plan like the Malvolio plan unless there’s something deeply worrying about you. She’s a Scorpio to me. <3 I do love her, she’d demolish me. 0/10

Feste (Twelfth Night) Would actually kill me. -5/10

I know I’ve definitely missed some but uhhh don’t expect me to remember every clown even if I’m neurodivergent about these plays please. <3

#long post #shakespeare #shakespeare memes #a midsummer night's dream #as you like it #winter's tale #henry iv #merry wives of windsor #comedy of errors #merchant of venice #two gentlemen of verona #macbeth #the tempest #much ado about nothing #romeo and juliet #love's labour's lost #king lear #all's well that ends well #twelfth night #macbooth original

[andysorbit]

Home Part Two: Crazy for You (M)

non idol!Jaehyun x black fem!reader

genre: smut, light romance, angst

warnings: light violence, jealousy, racism, foul language, scrappy couple, arguing, unprotected sex, overstimulation, breeding kink, spitting, dirty talk, MC says the N word (the reader is black as stated above)

word count: 4k

part 1 can be found here

"Sir, can you tell the woman you came here with to leave my man alone?" You ask peevishly.

The music is a bit loud and you're definitely tipsy. Confronting this random man was not on your bingo card for the night but life happens.

"What?" he yells.

"Tell the bitch you came here with to leave my man alone!" You yell.

"She said she wanted him and I wasn't really paying either of you that much attention. I didn't know you were together," he replies casually over the music.

"What?" You yell back.

"Our marriage is fucked. I don't wanna lose her and this is what she wants. I told her to bring back whoever she wanted," he replies. He's obviously wasted.

"Well, I'm kinda getting the feeling your marriage fell apart because she was already trying to get dick from men that were spoken for so I don't think this swingers shit is gonna work."

"You don't know shit about my wife."

"I know she can't take a fucking hint when a man who's clearly spoken for and is not interested keeps sending back the drinks she's trying to buy him."

Jaehyun comes up beside you, "What the fuck did I say, Y/n?" he yells as he takes you by the arm.

"You need to teach your girl some manners."

"I think you need to worry about the woman you came here with because she's definitely not into you and her manners aren't much better," Jaehyun shoots back. He's obviously trying to de-escalate the situation but even he has his limits.

You're not sober enough to care.

"You need to stop being a fucking cuck. Your wife is working harder to get dick from a stranger than she is to save your goddam marriage."

The man snaps, "I'll fuck you and your boyfriend up!"

"I'm not fighting you, dude. Y/n, we're leaving now," Jaehyun bellows over the music as he drags you towards the exit.

"He could fold your shit easy! He knows martial arts!"

"I swear to God, Y/n, if you don't stop talking."

Once outside, he continues to pull you along, "What the fuck, Y/n?"

"Don't yell at me! I didn't do anything!" You yell back.

You're almost to the car before the guy comes out, "Come back here and fucking fight me, Bruce Lee!"

"You see why I don't fucking like taking you clubbing? This shit happens every goddam time. Go wait in the car," he sighs as he pushes the car key into your hand.

"But I wanna watch you beat his ass."

"If I'm lucky, I won't have to."

"But that's not realistic. He's raging and-"

"I SAID GO GET YOUR ASS IN THAT FUCKING CAR AND WAIT FOR ME, Y/N, AND IF YOU DON'T HOP TO IT, I'M GONNA BEAT YOUR ASS TOO!"

"Okay, damn. Fine."

You scurry over to the car and get in. You watch Jaehyun try to talk the guy down and you start the car and roll the windows down so you can hear better.

"Listen, I really feel like you need to calm down. I'm not interested in fighting you. Just get your girl and go home or go back inside or whatever. I'm keeping the peace so just let it go and try to enjoy the rest of your night," Jaehyun's tones is calm and damn he looks good.

The guy attempts to shove Jaehyun but he doesn't budge.

He gives the man a sympathetic smile, "I'm telling you, man, this is not gonna go down the way you're hoping it will."

"Come on, Bruce Lee. Show me some of your fancy moves!"

"Dude, I'm literally Korean. I get that you're pissed but you don't have to be racist."

The man throws a punch and Jaehyun catches his fist, "This is really no way to treat the man that you were gonna let fuck your wife."

"Fight me you fucking bitch!" the man is raging. He swings at Jaehyun and just like before, Jaehyun catches his fist. He turns to give you a very bitter glare and you shrink back. Jaehyun turns his attention back to the guy and shoves him.

"This is my final warning because if you try to hit me again, I'm gonna have fuck you up and I just got my hands all healed up from the last time my lady did some shit like this so I really don't wanna start that healing process back at the beginning. Come on, man."

"If she's that much trouble, dump her crazy ass."

"Says you. She's trouble but I don't have to let her fuck other men to keep her happy."

That's the final straw and the man charges at Jaehyun. He swings clumsily and Jaehyun lands a blow to his chest, "That's just a taste of how bad this can be. I'm going to turn around and walk to my car because I'm trusting that you're smart enough to walk away right now."

Jaehyun turns to leave and of course, the man charges at him. Jaehyun turns back in time to shove him and lands two punches to his ribs.

The guy tries to scuffle with him but Jaehyun overpowers him so effortlessly that's a bit scary and you lean out the window, "Fuck him up, Jae!" You scream.

Jaehyun stops swinging and restrains the man long enough to glare at you, "Shut the fuck up, Y/n!"

You purse your lips and look on as Jaeyhun hits the guy one last time. He crumbles to the ground in defeat and spits out blood.

"I'm not apologizing because I literally told you how this was gonna end so get some ice on that and uh… yeah. Good luck with your marriage."

Jaehyun comes over to the car and gets in. You stay quiet and he pulls off. As he drives out of the lot, you see the woman from earlier come up to to guy to help him up and he shoves her away.

The streets are fairly empty as you start your journey home and the air in the car is thick with tension.

The blinker ticking cuts the silence and you ignore Jaehyun. You turn on the radio and Rock with You pours out of the speakers.

Jaehyun turns it off.

"That was Michael Jackson, asshole," You grumble and turn it back on.

Jaehyun turns it back off and when you reach over to turn it back on, he swats at your hand.

"I'll pull the fucking steering wheel," You threaten him.

"Do it! Fucking do it!" he explodes, "Maybe if we're lucky, we'll crash into a fucking eighteen wheeler and I can die and get the fuck away from you!"

"You can't die. God don't want your ass and neither does Satan."

"Yeah, I'm a fucking torture project that's forced to spend forever arguing with your crazy ass!"

"God, you're so dramatic!"

Jaehyun nods with a peevish frown, "I think your flair for the dramatics is why I need to go home and ice my fucking knuckles... again

"I didn't do anything," You sigh.

Jaehyun clenches his jaw, "I'm trying to be the bigger person so shut up," he tells you flatly.

You scoff, "With that big ass head? It's not something you really need to try to do."

He doesn't respond. He just focuses on the road ahead with his hands gripping the wheel so tightly that his knuckles are turning white. The bruises are beginning to show and you frown.

"What the fuck are you gripping the steering wheel like that for?" You ask peevishly.

"I'm pretending it's your fucking neck."

You snort, "Bigger person my ass."

When you get home, before Jaehyun can even put the car in park, you click off your seat belt and get out.

You don't wait for him. You ride the elevator up, past the third floor that held so much history and up to the modest penthouse that you now call home.

You press the code to let yourself in and kick off your shoes by the door. After washing the germs from the outdoors off of your hands, you stomp to your shared bedroom and grab an oversized shirt from your drawer before marching into the guest room.

That's one thing you're already liking about having all of this extra space:

Now you have a new place to seek refuge when you and Jaehyun are at each other's throats. You don't have to share the bed with him. You slip your dress off and toss it onto the lounge chair in the corner.

The door eases open, "Why are you in here?" Jaehyun asks as he peers inside to eye you suspiciously.

"I'm sleeping in here," You reply flatly. You pull off your stockings then you turn to shoo Jaehyun away, "I'm gonna take my bra off, can you give me some privacy?"

"Privacy? Y/n, I was literally sucking on your tits this morning and now you can't get changed in front of me? Be fucking serious," he yells incredulously, "This is stupid!"

"So how's that being the bigger person thing working for you?" You ask sarcastically.

Jaehyun huff, "Fine. Whatever. Fuckin' dweeb," he says and shuts the door.

"Yeah, whatever- bye!" You yell.

You finish getting dressed and go out to the kitchen to have a glass of water. You feel the buzz of the evening drinks wearing off.

Jaehyun comes up beside you in blue pajama bottoms and a bare torso. He takes a pack of peas out of the freezer and presses it to his knuckles.

His knuckles took a little bit of a beating but his face is untouched. The Tae Kwon Do he learned in high school is to thank for that.

You finish off your water and glance over at him as you refill your glass. He's icing his knuckles while staring you down so you pretend not to notice.

After a few more tense minutes of Jaehyun icing his hand and you trying to rehydrate to stave off the inevitable hangover you're going to have, Jaehyun tosses the peas back in the freezer and takes out a pint of ice cream, "Don't be a fucking smart ass. Just answer the question. Do you want some of my ice cream, yes or no?"

"No," You say as you watch him take the lid off.

He takes a spoon out of the silverware drawer and spoons some into his mouth.

"Too cute for a bowl?" You ask snarkily.

"It's mine so I don't have to use a bowl if I don't want to," he sighs as he pads out of the kitchen. You watch him through the cutaway counter as he sits on the living room sofa. He turns on the television and opens the YouTube app.

As he scrolls, you get a spoon and your own pint of ice cream. It's the same flavor as his but he can choke. You take the lid off and sit it beside his on the counter.

"So you were just gonna watch this without me?" You ask peevishly when you come out of the kitchen and see him starting a newly uploaded horror game play through from DashieGames.

"I figured you'd wanna go watch it in the guest room," he replies sarcastically.

He doesn't look away from the television and he blinks lazily. He definitely smoked something while you were in the guest room.

You sit on the opposite end of the sofa and take a spoon of your ice cream.

"Why'd you open another one? You said you didn't want any," he asks with a frustrated sigh.

"I never said I didn't want any ice cream. You asked me if I wanted some of your ice cream but you asked it as a stupid closed-ended question," You say and roll your eyes.

"'Closed-ended question' Oh shut up! You know what I meant!"

"Then next time, say that!" You yell.

"Words clearly don't mean shit since you love running your goddam mouth so much! Why do I have to be so fucking particular with how I say things when you're not particular about who you shoot you fucking mouth off to?"

You glare at him, "How was I supposed to know he had a complex?"

"Y/n, you called the man a cuck. Like… come on!" Jaehyun yells, "I told you to leave it alone! I wasn't even remotely interested in her and I asked you to just ignore her! For once it'd be nice if you could just fucking listen to me!"

"If you wanted someone to just follow your orders and be happy about it then you should've gotten a goddamn dog," You say and roll you eyes.

"I totally agree," Jaehyun shoots back.

"Yeah, well… she wasn't getting the obvious message."

"And neither are you."

You stand up and bring your ice cream back to the kitchen before closing it up and shoving it back into the freezer then drop your spoon into the sink. You march into the bathroom to wash the makeup off of your face. You look at your reflection as you do and replay the night over in your head. The drinks, the way Jaehyun held you close when you danced, the way he treated you like you were the only person in the world worth loving.

You smile and remember the look in his eyes before everything went south. Before that woman sent the first drink, you were both in your own little bubble of cocktail flavored adoration.

When you're finished, you brush your teeth. Jaehyun comes in to brush his teeth as you're on your way out and you ignore him as you go back to the guest room.

You crawl into the bed and shimmy under the duvet with a content sigh. Jaehyun peers inside, "You're really sleeping in here?" he asks in a mumble.

"Yeah. I am," You reply.

"Okay. Good night."

"Fuck off."

"Say 'goodnight' to me."

"Fuck. Off."

You roll over to give Jaehyun your back.

"I hope you don't make it to the bathroom and you piss yourself."

"And I hope you get sleep paralysis." You shoot back.

"Fuck you," he mutters barges out. The door slams and you shrug then turn the light off.

You lay in the dark and scroll your phone for a little while then turn off the light and shut your eyes.

Light from the hallway pools in as the door opens slowly.

"Oh hello, Jeffrey. I thought you were going to bed," You say smugly.

"You're really seriously gonna sleep in here?" he asks. His tone is very much disappointed but he does his best to mask it.

"Yes. I'm really seriously gonna sleep in here," You sigh.

Jaehyun comes in and climbs into the bed, "If you think I'm sleeping alone, you got me fucked up. Move your ass over."

He pushes you over a bit and gets under the duvet before turning to face you.

"Nigga, if you don't get out!" You yell.

Jaehyun gives you a bored look and bunkers down under the blanket a little more, "You get out."

"I wish I had to fart right now. You make me sick!" You yell as you roll over.

"I can't believe you're gonna go to bed mad at me. What if I die in my sleep?" he says and reaches out to pull you into his arms.

"God would most definitely send you back," You grumble as you turn back over to give Jaehyun your back, "Get off of me."

He squeezes you close to him, "Shut up. I just wanna hold you. I don't wanna talk to your ass either."

You ignore him and resist the feeling of your body meshing with his.

His hand rests on your hip and he draws you in closer, "I'm still waiting for you to apologize to me."

"Keep waiting," You mutter. If he thinks he's gonna get an apology from you, he's crazy.

"I’ll also wait for you to get off of my dick so I can sleep. Stop moving so much,” he chuckles softly.

There goes that tingle in the pit of your stomach. You resist it, “Fine. You sleep. I’m gonna go smoke,” You sigh as you drag yourself out of his arms and get out of the bed. You wander into your bedroom and fish his weed vape out of his jacket pocket.

After letting yourself out onto the balcony, the cool night air wakes you up. You take a hit then blow the smoke into the gentle breeze and watch it billow away lazily.

Jaehyun comes up beside you with your robe, “It’s cold out here. Put this on, stupid,” he says and helps you into your robe.

“I’m not saying ‘thank you’, jerk,” You say as you feel your body loosen up.

“I wasn’t expecting you to,” he hums as he circles his arms around your waist and pulls the vape from your hand. He takes a hit and blows the smoke away from you. You both stand in silence and take in the view of the ocean off in the distance.

“Are we ever gonna stop fighting all the time?” he asks.

“I hope not. The sex is lit,” You chuckle.

Jaehyun laughs and presses a kiss to your neck, “You're not pushing me away anymore… does that mean you're ready to make up?"

"And if I am?" You ask shakily as his hands come up to cup your breasts. His thumbs stroke your perked nipples as he places open-mouthed kisses against your neck.

"If you are, I'm definitely willing to fuck the rest of that attitude out of you," he hums and dips a hand down into your panties, "Fuck… you're soaked. All this fighting got your pussy wet? Huh, baby? Feels like you've just been waiting to get fucked."

You whine and nod, "Daddy… please," You choke out.

"Oh… so you're just gonna make this easy for me, huh?" he chuckles against your ear as he slows his pace against, "No scratching and biting? You're not gonna try to fight me? I don't have to manhandle you?"

You let him drag you away from the balcony railing and he retracts his hand only long enough to spin you around and press your back to the wall.

"You sound a little disappointed," You whisper.

"And if I am?" he muses as he resumes his slow circles against your clit.

"If you are… I'm definitely willing to give you exactly what you want," you hiss as he sucks on your neck a little too harshly.

He uses his free hand to grab both of your wrists and holds them over you head. He peppers your face with kisses. You wait for him to hungrily press his mouth to yours before you nip at his bottom lip between your teeth. He moans softly, "That's my good little slut."

You writhe against him as his fingers circle your clit faster, "How many times do you think you're gonna cum before I decide to forgive you? Huh?"

"I dunno… fuck, daddy… please," You gasp.

He laughs and you know he's going to leave you a trembling mess.

"Cum… right now, baby… let go," he hums and you come undone with a whine. He covers your mouth with his and swallows each strangled cry you let out.

His fingers speed up as he kisses you quiet and you wriggle and try to squeeze your thighs shut.

"That's not gonna stop me, baby… that's nothing but motivation," he laughs softly before lewdly dragging his tongue over your mouth.

The depth of his velvety voice helps guide you over the edge and your body convulses as you cum once more. Your knees threaten to buckle as he talks you up to yet another orgasm. Soft, deep sighs mingle between the gentle praises he gives you.

"That's daddy's good little girl… cum for me. Yeah, baby. That's it… that's it, pretty girl… that's my girl. Cum one more time, baby. Be a good little slut and take one more for me… just one more, babygirl."

You writhe and try in vain to free yourself from his grasp on your wrists, "Daddy… please," You heave.

Never really having even partially recovered from the last release, you shriek and your knees buckle as you release again. Jaehyun pulls his hand from your panties and wraps his arm around your waist to hold you steady.

"We're going to our bedroom, okay?" Jaehyun says as he practically drags you back into the bedroom. He pushes you forward and you crawl up to the head of the bed. Jaehyun gets onto the bed and grabs your ankle, "You know how this is going," he says and pulls down to the center of the bed.

He hooks his fingers around the band of your panties and drags them down your legs, "Say 'ah', baby," he hums and he gathers spit at the front of his mouth. You open your mouth with a soft and needy "ah".

He passes a fat drop of spit onto your tongue and immediately shoves your panties into your mouth. He raises your shirt up to your chin and pushes his pants down to free his cock, "Come take this dick," he rumbles deeply as he pulls you down even closer.

He lines himself up at your soaked entrance and gives a few shallow thrusts that only excite you as his leaking tip dips into you teasingly. You whine and try to clench around him. "Such a nasty girl," he chuckles as his hands find yours and he pins them above your head.

You muffle against your panties and he slowly fills you up to the brim before pulling out almost completely and slamming back into you.

Once.

Twice.

His hips meet yours with a sharp smack and he finds his pace immediately. Each thrust is a long and punctuated snap of his hips and you cry out weakly.

"You feel daddy's cock pounding that creamy little pussy? You feel that, babygirl?" he says and a gentle break in his voice goes straight to the pit of your stomach, "Look at me… eyes on me just like that. That's my nasty little girl."

Your eyes stay on his as he fucks into you. The intensity prickles up over your skin and you buck against him.

"Mm- mmm!" You pant as you take each thrust and he leans down to suck marks into your heated skin. Your body is ablaze with the need to take everything he gives you.

"Take it like a good girl," he moans, "Take all of it." His hips stutter and he squeezes your wrists as he slowly rocks his hips.

"I'm so fucking close… daddy's gonna breed that slutty little cunt. You want that? Huh, baby? Gonna put a baby in you. You want that?"

His words tumble past his lips with a lazy ease and you almost feel them cling to your skin.

You nod desperately and his hold on your wrists tightens into a deliciously painful vice grip. He gyrates into you and cums with a deep exhale.

"That's such a good little hole. This is daddy's little fuck hole."

You spread your legs even wider and he pulls out. He lets you go and sits back to lean on his haunches. He watches his cum leak out of you before catching it with his fingers and pushing it back into your pulsing hole.

"Good girl, beautiful… you like it when I breed that little pussy? Love it when I'm filling that cunt to the brim?" he pants as he fucks his fingers into you. Your thighs squeeze around his hand as his fingers press into that sweet place deep inside you.

"Yeah… take my fingers in that pretty little hole, baby… you hear my fingers slipping in and out of that wet pussy, don't you?" he groans as he continues his attack on your sanity.

You shake and tremble as he presses his thumb against your clit and somehow you cum once more.

"It's okay… we're done now," he hums as he reaches down to pull your panties out of your mouth. You hum shakily as a soft sigh falls from his mouth and you breathe him in.

"I love you, daddy," is all you're able to whisper as you slowly come down from your high.

"I love you too," he whispers back. He slides back into you and covers his body with yours, "But I'm never taking you to a club again."

You both laugh and Jaehyun rolls you both onto your sides. You drape your leg over his waist and he gives a slow and lazy roll of his hips before stilling himself and kissing your forehead.

"So... never again?" You ask with a weak giggle.

"Girl, it'll snow in hell before I take you clubbing again."

"Well it was worth it. That shit was hot."

#neoculturecollectives #nct smut #kpop smut #nct 127 #nct 127 smut #nct hard hours #nct hard thoughts #kpop fic #ambw kpop #ambw fanfic #kpop ambw #ambw smut #nct x black!reader #nct x plus sized reader #kpop smut for black girls

[stevenssticks]

Walk with me yall.....

Virgin Dave Mustaine *Feral Screaming*

Baby so horny and desperate barely holding himself back from pouncing in his First lover when they decide to get sticky with It as reader thought that mutual masturbation/sucking him off for the First time and letting him put in Just the tip would be enough to help him cool down but boy oh boy, Dave couldn't wait to get to feel what's like to fuck a real pussy after beating his cock so many times with those porn magazines thinking about his sweetheart so he begs and pleads to his Darling

Him being a nasty, perverted dirty talker naturally, all eager to shove himself as deep as he Can even If It makes him feel overwhelmed and on the verge of crying because no matter How much his sensible Dick Hurts, he loves How warm and wet it feels around him, and when he notices the little bulge whenever he slid in and her juices running down her thighs, making a mess where their bodies connected, she Can almost see his eyes Rolling back as he shivers and trembles while Cumming harder than he ever had before letting out noises that she never expected to see a Man doing

Poor reader, she is in for a long First night because no matter How many times he seems to cum, he Just can't get enough of the feeling

(THE FREAKIN AUH AUH NOISES U ALWAYS TALK ABOUT KEEP HAUTING ME IN MY DREAMS GRRRR)

HOLY FUCK IM WALKING WITH YOU. I AM MOST DEFINITELY WALKING WITH YOU WHAT THE FUCK. i might have to turn this into a full one shot bc mmmghhnmmmmmmmmmmm this is making me feel so many things.

for one: giving him his first blow job would be out of this world. he loves loves loves your mouth. wants to cum in it, fuck it. and he does just that. he’d beg you for it, asking “please please please can i fuck your throat? want it so bad. mouth feels so good.!” and ofc you pull off him for a sec to hesitantly say okay, and as soon as your mouth is back on him he’s grabbing your hair and fucking deep in your throat, letting out a wail bc bby boy is so overwhelmed at the feeling of your warm mouth. he’s cumming down your throat so fast and he’s so embarrassed about it he gets all blushy and shy<<333

OH OH AND giving him a pussy job and just rubbing your cunt over his dick but not actually putting it in. him whining and begging and rutting into you like he’s in heat asking “please. just the tip. i’ll be good i swear. please??” and you ofc cannot say no to a face like that and pleads like those. he gets you on your back and as soon as he presses the tip in he’s GONE. his eyes flutter close and his mouth drops open and he can’t even get a noise out with how good it feels. he’s gotten his taste, and now he wants more. he starts begging again and oh you’re giving in too. it feels so good to have him inside you already. you breathe out a little, punched out noise of approval and he’s slamming into you.

he’s so fucking horny and has been lusting for you since the day he met you and now it’s happening and he’s so overwhelmed with the feeling of it all. he literally would wrap his arms around you in a bear hug and start humping into you bc he doesn’t even wanna pull out at all. he’d be whining and moaning in ur ear telling you “feel so good. your pussy feels so good. fuck, i’m gonna cum inside you. needa cum in you. fuck fuck fuck” and you’re just holding him trying to ground yourself as he ruts into you.

the poor boy damn near howls when he cums, and even after that he can’t stop. he looks between your legs to where you’re connected to see a ring of his and your cum at the base of his dick and he’s already hard again. he’s so fucked out and overstimulated and it fucking hurts, but he’s still flipping you into every position he can and he doesn’t. stop. cumming. at one point he even crawls up the bed to lean over your face and have your throat again and you can taste his cum and yours on your lips and it’s so heady. he’d be so obsessed with getting you all messy and seeing spit run down your chin and hearing you choke on him. him letting out little “thank you”’s in between moans<3333

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yeah… i’m gonna need to make this into a full story. keep an eye out for that and anon whoever you are BLESS YOUR SOUL.

#dave mustaine #i believe in dogboy dave mustaine supremacy #he’s literally a big fluffy dog #megadeth #metallica #asks and replies #dave mustaine smut #dave mustaine fanfiction

[jaycewrites-192000]

Toman's Little Sister: Part 3

Summery: Y/n doesn't give up! She kept training and kept asking Mikey to let her join. What will her answer be? Pairing(s): Platonic!Nahoya Kawata x Platonic!Reader x Platonic!Souya Kawata

Warning(s): None

"You're still too slow." Smiley tells his younger sister. His fist ghosted over her face. That's right, the two siblings were actually fighting. Well, not actually fighting, more like training. And like Smiley would actually hit his sister, even if it was for training. "Damn it." Y/n huffed, her tired arms slumping down to her sides.

"Let's try blocking again, ok?" Smiley asks before putting his fists up. "We've tried blocking forever now!" Y/n crossed her arms. "I wanna actually throw a punch."

"Come on, how are you gonna join Toman if you can block properly?" It took forever and lot of begging, but Smiley was actually supporting his sister's dream too join Toman. Angry was a bit more hesitant, but he supported her as well.

"Fine." Y/n put her defenses up. "Remember, when you're actually fighting, the hits will be a lot harder than this." Smiley said before throwing a punch at Y/n. This time, she blocked it. Smiley wasn't kidding, that punch barely hurt.

This would go on for a while before they called it quits for the day.

"So..." Y/n panted. "Am I getting better?" She asks. "Hm, well, you're not getting worse." Smiley teased. "Jerk." Y/n muttered. "I'm joking, you're getting a lot better." That made Y/n smile. "Cool!" She grinned before pulling out her phone.

"Let me guess, gonna call Mikey again? He's not gonna let you join if you keep bothering him." Smiley asks. "No, for your information, I'm texting Emma."

In truth, Y/n was asking if she could come over so she could actually talk to Mikey about letting her join again. Y/n had asked him a few times in the past, and every time he'd give her the same answer.

"You're not ready."

'Well let's see if I'm ready now!'

"I'm telling you right now before you even ask." Mikey sighed. "You're not ready."

Y/n furrowed her brows. "But I am ready! I've been training non stop since we first talked about this! I promise Mikey, I'm ready, just give me a chance!"

Mikey looked at her with silence for a minute before uncrossing his arms. "Alright then, I'll give you a chance." Y/n smiled brightly. "You mean it?" Mikey nods. "Yep, I'll let you join."

"Alright! Thank you so much Mikey I-"

"If...you can defeat me."

"...Huh?"

Mikey cracked his knuckles. "What? You want to join right? Fight me then, let's see how ready you really are." Y/n almost couldn't believe what she was hearing. Mikey, was going to fight her? "But Mikey, you don't fight girls." Y/n told him.

"You're right, I don't. But you clearly want this badly, but how badly? You willing to get hurt for it? You willing to die for it?"

Y/n gulped. She knew Mikey wouldn't actually hurt her, but his words made her shiver. Just how serious was he being right now? "There's a lot of guys out there as strong as me. You won't last a second if you're not ready. But if you want this, you better prove it right now. Unless, you think you can't handle it."

Y/n clenched her fists. "Lets go then." She challenged.

Mikey smirked.

The two of them walked outside of the house, ignoring Emma as she tried to break up the fight. There was nothing she or anyone else could do to stop it. This was happening.

"I'm not gonna hold back. You better come at me with all you got, unless you wanna end up in the hospital again." Mikey warned. Y/n narrowed her eyes. Did he really have to bring that up? But just thinking about that night she was landed in the hospital for being too weak made her blood boil.

She raised her fists. "Bring it!"

Mikey rushed at her, his fist attack was his deadly nucellar kick. Y/n barely dodged it. Damn, if she didn't dodge like she did, she'd be down for the count. Possible gaining some brain damage too. "God Mikey! You trying to kill me!?" Y/n yelled. "Not me, but others might." He tried to kick her again, she took a step back.

"Alright, my turn." She ran at him and threw a punch Mikey easily dodged it. Y/n quickly kicked aiming for his gut, when she actually landed it she smirked. It quickly fell when Mikey shook it off like it was nothing. 'Fuck' She thought with a frown. 'I'll just have to kick you harder then!' She kicked upwards, landing in his jaw. A bit a blood dribbled down his chin.

"That's better." Mikey grinned. "But try to dodge this!" He deliver blow after blow of punches, Y/n dodged some, but a few actually hit her. She shook it off and punched him in the gut before giving him an uppercut him. She didn't give him time to recover before she raised her leg and brought it down hard on his shoulder.

Mikey groaned, he was brought to a kneel. Y/n went to kick him again, but Mikey grabbed her leg, causing her to fall.

Mikey let go of her to rub at his shoulder. "Damn Y/n." Y/n sat up and glared at him. "We still going? Or is your shoulder too hurt?" She smirked proudly. Mikey grinned as well. "Nah. It's fine." Mikey stood up, offering his hand. Y/n took it and stood up as well.

"You're pretty tough. Maybe I was underestimating you." Mikey tells her. "Yeah, maybe." Y/n dusted her pants off. "So, what do you say?" She asks. Mikey chuckled. "What's your size?"

"A bit rude to ask a lady her size, don't you think?" Y/n teased. "It's for Mitsuya. You know, the guy who's gonna make your uniform."

Y/n gasped slightly. "You mean it!? I'm in!?"

"You're in." Mikey walked towards her and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Be there for our next meeting, k?"

Y/n could barely contain her excitement. "I will!"

"You fought Mikey!?" Smiley exclaimed. "What the actual fuck Y/n!?"

"Hey it's not like I got seriously hurt. I have a feeling he was holding back anyway. But that's not the focus, I'm in Toman now! Yay!" The twins looked at each other. "Mikey said he was going to have Mitsuya make my uniform too! I hope he knows better than to give me a skirt though."

"Y/n..."

"I mean, I'm gonna be kicking so yeah, it wouldn't be too wise. Don you think?"

"Y/n, hang on. Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Angry asks. Y/n crosses her arms. "Yes I'm sure. Come on I thought you guys were on board with this. You better not try to talk me out of it, cause it won't work."

"It's just that, we never were going to be ready for it to actually happen. We're happy for you but, you gotta know how this must feel for us." Angry explained. Y/n uncrossed her arms. "Guys, I'll be ok. I'm a big girl, I can handle myself. Besides, I understand what it means to join a gang, the risks. And I accept it. I just wish you guys would at least let me try and prove that I can handle it."

Smiley sighed, his grin slowly returning. "Alright, I guess there's no point in trying to stop what's happening. We trust you sis, you better give whoever fucks with you hell."

And so, when it came time for the next Toman meeting, Y/n would be joining her brothers. Not only just to catch a ride with them just to hang out with Emma, no, this time she'd actually be there in the meeting.

"Ah...there's so many people here..." Y/n muttered as she messed with the sleeves of her uniform. She had thanked Mitsuya a hundred times for it, and thanked him more for not making a skirt. She wore pants like all the other members, thankfully.

"Don't go quitting on us now." Mikey said as he walked past her. They were at the top of the temple, but not in view of the gang just yet. "No backing out now." Added Draken.

Y/n nodded and took a deep breath as she watched Mikey stand before the gang. She listened to his words.

"Tonight is a very special night! We have a new member joining Toman!" His announcement was followed by the cheers of the gang. Mikey turned back to face Y/n, she tensed knowing that was her signal. She took another deep breath before walking up next to Mikey. The cheers died down into confusion.

"Is that..." Chifuyu spoke.

"Yeah, that's Y/n!" Baji pointed.

Takemitchy gasped, catching the attention of Chifuyu. "You shocked too huh?" Takemitchy blinked a few times. "Um...y-yeah that's what it is..."

Mikey spoke again, catching everyone's attention. "I would like you all to meet our newest member. Kawata Y/n!'"

Y/n put on a brave act, she bowed her head. "Thank you for having me!"

Still, there was confusion. There had never been a female member of Toman before. Why now all of a sudden? "I know what you all must be thinking, I recommend you get over it. Y/n has been training non stop for this very moment, hell she even fought me if that doesn't convince you!" He laughed.

"HUH!?" The gang collectively yelled.

"She fought Mikey!? And lived!?" Hakkai gaped.

"She's really something." Mitsuya shook his head with a chuckle.

"And you knew about this?" Hakkai asked his friend. "I did, I found it a little suspicious I was given a women's size for the uniform. I kinda just pieced it together after that." Said Mitsuya.

"I can't believe this is happening..." Takemitchy whispered. "I have do something..."

"I expect you all to treat her as an equal!" Mikey tells them all. "She is one of us now! Got that!?"

The gang all agreed, not going against their leader.

"And starting tonight, she will be joining the fourth division!" Y/n was happy, and relieved, to hear that. Now she could be even closer to her brothers.

"She's really one of us now." Angry says to his brother. "Yep, tough little devil." Smiley grinned.

And with that the meeting came to a close. Right after though, Takemitchy needed to have a word with Mikey...

#nahoya kawata #nahoya kawata x reader #souya kawata #souya kawata x reader #tokyo revengers

[realityescapee01]

Sidelines

Jay Halstead x Reader | Kelly Severide x Reader

choose your ending

(yes, check it out at the end of this)

Long time crush. One-sided love. Admiring from afar. Everything Y/N is very familiar with. With Jay Halstead.

But Y/N isn't admiring from afar, her and Jay are friends, so she gets to be close to Jay. See him. See everything that happens to him. See everything that Jay is going through and had gone through. And she was there through it all.

It's been years and she's contemplating if she'd

1. let it go, forget about Jay and start dating someone else... or

2. finally confess, ask Jay for a date and hope for the best... or

3. get drunk, confess, maybe sneak a kiss in and then run away into another state, get a new phone number, a new identity, and hide for all eternity.

Y/N revved up the engine of Jay's car, ready to drive him home. Jay had just drank himself to oblivion at Molly's. She was with him to look after him. She knew. Erin just left. Or rather disappeared, without a word. Nothing at all.

So Jay is left, nursing his broken heart and soul. And Y/N is there, again, after so many breakups of Jay from previous relationships.

"Jay, don't make this any harder for me." -Y/N reached over as she closed the door again. Jay attempted to get out of the car. "I have an early shift tomorrow, I don't wanna get bad with Shay."

"Is it good in ambo? Maybe I should just change careers." -Jay let out a drunk hiccup.

"Jay, I don't think this is the time for you to be making decisions."

Y/N drove to Jay's apartment and helped the younger Halstead in. She walked him to his bed, pushed him onto it and took his shoes and jacket off. It's all familiar now, Y/N has done this too many times.

"Goodnight, Jay." -Y/N say before leaving.

The next morning, Y/N was late. And Shay called her out on it.

Kelly Severide was looking at them talk by the ambo for a bit and he knows the reason why Y/N was late. He was at Molly's last night too.

She's best friends with Shay and good friends with Kelly. She's close enough to the two to the point of her telling them about her feelings for Jay. They'd go out sometimes, just the three of them and Y/N would burst out of her emotions whenever they get too strong to hide from Jay. She'd flee to the two and ask a lot of questions.

Questions of why? Why is she still inlove with Jay after all these years -years of Jay showing no interest in her other than being close friends.

And every time, Shay and Kelly would tell her she did nothing wrong and that she shouldn't beat herself about it. And even told her to come clean to Jay.

To which Y/N would say: she is not Jay's type. She knows well what Jay likes. And it's not her. Because if it is, they would've been dating by now.

"10 minutes late, huh." -Shay

"Sorry."

"You know what, why don't I set you up with someone else, Jay is too busy with himself to notice someone amazing just right beside him."

"I'm open!" -Kelly chimes in from the squad table.

The two gave him a side eye.

"What? Come on!"

Shay replied to Kelly with something witty or whatever Y/N couldn't comprehend because her phone rang and it was Kim Burgess. Asking where Jay is, he hasn't come in yet.

"What? I'll look into it." -Y/N hang up. "Shay, can we, you know, just a few minutes."

"For the... what, hundred ninety ninth time?"

"Pretty please."

"...Fine."

They took the ambo and drove to Jay's apartment. And there Y/N saw Jay still asleep and seemingly having a nightmare. She woke him up and Jay almost punched her solid to the floor.

It's instincts for Jay by now whenever he wakes from a nightmare, be aggressive, fighting off his attacker.

Y/N was startled and sat to the floor. She dodged the punch a little bit but still got hit. She knows about it, she had woken Jay a lot of times like that before. But right now, she was sluggish from sleeping late and didn't dodge it completely.

Jay realized and apologized furiously.

"Oh, shit! Y/N, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." -Jay helping her out, looking at the reddish color of her cheek where his punch hit.

"It's okay. Get to work! Kim called she said she's out there without a partner." -Y/N tidied her clothes and walked out.

"Whoa! What happened?!?" -Shay saw her bruise.

"Oh, awoken from a nightmare. It happens. I dodged it most of the time but now I'm sluggish so it hit."

"Damn. Come here let me look at that."

"Let's look at it at when we get back to the firehouse."

Shay drove them back just in time Chief Boden got in from a meeting. They stayed on the back of the ambo, Shay tending to Y/N's bruised cheek.

"Hey, what happened?" -Kelly sat beside Y/N. Sounding really worried.

"Jay." -Shay side commented.

"What?!?" -Kelly was angry.

"Wait wait! It's not like that!" -Y/N explained.

"You know what, I think it's time you stop waiting on Jay." -Kelly touched Y/N's cheek ever so gently.

"It's not his fault. I already told you." -Y/N defended Jay again.

Y/N waited for Kelly to take his hand off but he didn't. Kelly was touching her cheek, his hand felt warm, and his eyes locked deeply with hers.

'Uhm...wait, this is-' -Y/N thought to herself, she didn't get to finish the thought as she felt a blush creeping to her cheeks.

And then Y/N's phone lit up. It's Jay, calling. Y/N stood up, -and in the process- got away from Kelly.

-Hey, I'm outside.-

-Okay, wait.- Y/N hung up the call and stepped outside.

There she saw Jay, leaning on his car with a paperbag of food from Y/N's favorite place.

"Hey, I'm sorry about this morning. Peace offering." -Jay smiled as he handed over the food.

"Well, if this is a sushi platter..." Y/N peeked inside the bag, "...and it is a platter, okay. Peace offering accepted."

She smiled at Jay.

"Oh, but this is for the apology, what about a thank you for last night? Driving you home? the princess that you are." -Y/N was feeling playful. She was just joking.

"Oh, I haven't forgotten." -Jay takes out a chocolate bar. "That's for thank you."

Y/N laughed as she accepted it.

The firehouse alarm sounded off.

"Oh, I have to go, Jay."

"Yeah. Y/N, really, I'm so sorry. And thank you so much."

"Yeah."

Y/N jogged back to the firehouse.

"And that is why our dear friend Y/N, couldn't move on from Jay. He's sweet like that." -Shay saying as she took the chocolate from Y/N.

"Hey!" -Y/N was smiling ear to ear as she got into the ambo.

Kelly let out a sigh as he jogged into the truck. Ambo, squad and truck were called out.

The day passed as usual. And night came, Y/N went to Molly's with Kelly and Shay. Otis decided to try a dance night, to which Hermann was not particularly happy about, but still went on with.

The three of them were dancing. Having a great time. Jay wasn't around, he did mention they are working a case overtime.

Through the crowd, Shay paired up with a chick and stepped away from Y/N and Kelly. The two remained paired up and dancing.

Dancing real close to each other. Y/N normally doesn't get too close to Kelly but right now, she is. Their bodies are flushed to each other so close that Y/N could feel how fit Kelly is underneath the layers of jacket and shirt. Close. Too close. Maybe the alcohol also took away the inhibitions.

Y/N looked up at Kelly and the lieutenant was already staring at her. Those beautiful eyes. A color deep, somewhat a mix of blue and green. Y/N knows Kelly is popular with the ladies, looking good and all. But she refrains from looking at Kelly that way because of her friendship with Shay.

But Shay is not here right now. And Kelly's body feels so warm, so close, Y/N swore there legs were already crossing with each other. Kelly felt so warm, and big around Y/N right then, like he is shielding Y/N from the world, and Y/N felt safe in there.

They kept dancing and rubbing up on each other, until Kelly started closing in on Y/N's lips. Kelly kissed her. A quick smack on the lips.

Y/N was startled. She just froze and stared at Kelly, who was already gunning for a second kiss. And a third. And a fourth. The fourth was quite longer.

"Whoa!" -Shay came back.

Y/N and Kelly broke apart.

"Uh-huh. Okay, if you two decided to date and you fought, don't come to me, I can't choose sides." -and then Shay disappeared again with a different chick this time.

"K-Kelly, what is-why?" -Y/N asked, still confused.

"I like you." -Kelly confessed.

"W-What???"

"Yeah, I do. I just-"

Y/N's phone rang. It's Will Halstead. Telling her Jay is in Med, shot.

"Oh my god! I gotta go, Kelly."

"Yeah." -Kelly was disappointed, he knows, it's probably Jay again. He stepped away from all the dancing people and sat himself at the bar.

+++

Jay is stable now, sleeping in one of the emergency bays in Med. Y/N stayed beside Jay, holding his hand. Will explained the gunshot wound wasn't that bad, but given the state Jay was these past days -drinking, not enough nutritious food and sleep- made it worse than it was.

"Jay... I love you, Jay." -Y/N whispered. She wasn't sure if to Jay or to herself. She just said it. She just muttered it out. Low and quiet.

But not low and quiet enough.

"Uhm..." -Will just stepped in to check on Jay.

"W-Will?!? Uhm, did you- did you hear?"

"Yup."

"Please, don't tell him. Anyone." -Y/N stood and walked closer to Will.

"Okay. You know, it's a mystery to me why you guys aren't dating. For years."

"Just... don't tell him. Please." -Y/N was panicking a little.

"Jay... Jay's not really good at seeing something good even if it's in front of him already."

"I'm not his type, Will."

"What're you saying? You get along really really well."

"It just doesn't... Please, keep quiet, okay? Promise me?"

"Okay. Okay." -Will has his hands up. "Anyways, you could go, I'll look after Jay."

"Alright."

Y/N looked at Jay one last time before heading out.

+++

Y/N keeps visiting Jay until he's put for recovery at home. Today is Jay's day to get discharged. And timing that Y/N and Shay responded to an emergency and had brought the patient to Med.

Y/N was smiling because he could see Jay too... with Hailey.

It looks like Hailey picked him up. Even helping him get his jacket on.

"Who's that? New girlfriend?" -Shay to Y/N

"No, his partner at Intelligence." -Y/N said without looking away.

"Ha. Okay. Let's go say hi." -Shay pulled Y/N with her.

"No, nevermind. Let's go get resupplied." -Y/N pulled Shay back into the supplies area, staying there until Jay and Hailey left.

Y/N knows. She saw that look in Jay again. The look of: the girl is not his girlfriend yet, but could be. Y/N was so familiar by now.

Before Y/N and Shay could leave, Will stopped Y/N by the hand.

"Hey, Jay checked out. Why aren't you the one picking him up?"

"I am on duty and there's Hailey." -Y/N smiled, just a tight straight line of smile.

"Oh... uhm, hey, I'm working a little late today. Could you make sure Jay eats? Healthy food type and not just alcohol?"

Y/N was staring at Will, the older Halstead was trying to push them together. Will did say that if he could choose someone for Jay, he would choose Y/N.

"...Okay."

"Here. Buy me some too. I'd go to his apartment to oversee his recovery."

"Fine by me." -Y/N took the money for food later.

Shay and her left after that.

And that night, as promised to Will, Y/N dropped by at Jay's, with food for 3.

"Y/N, hey."

"Uh-huh. Yup." -Y/N stepped in, eyeing the bottle of beer in Jay's hand. "Food. And fresh juice." Y/N set the food on the table.

"Thanks. I'm just numbing the pain down a bit."

Y/N and Jay ate as they watched TV. Y/N assisted Jay whenever he couldn't do something because he is in an arm sling.

"Y/N, thanks a lot. But it's getting late, I would drive you if I could."

"Nah, just rest up. Will says he's coming here."

Jay went to bed and Y/N stepped out. She doesn't wanna go home yet so she went to Molly's.

+++

She was greeted by familiar people. Hermann being the sweetest of all to her.

"Kiddo, how's Jay?"

"Out now. He's recovering at home."

"Here. On the house." -Hermann slid a bottle of beer.

"Aww, thanks so much, Hermann."

"Do I get one too?" -Kelly sat next to Y/N

"Nah, you pay, Severide." -Hermann placed a bottle of beer too in front of Kelly before leaving the two.

"Hey, Y/N."

"Hey, Kelly." -Y/N said as she took a long sip of beer.

Kelly asked how Jay is. And then how Y/N is. Telling her not to forget about herself. It's been years since she had someone, to love, and love her. And take care of her.

Y/N felt sad at that. Kelly is right. She never dated anyone for years. Just at the side of Jay, looking after him.

Kelly cupped her cheek with his palm and kissed her. She refused the second kiss.

"Kelly, I just... not right now. I'm sorry."

Kelly let go and smiled. "Jay's a lucky guy. You're loyal to him even if you aren't together. But Y/N, I'm serious. I like you. A lot. I just don't come up to you because I know about Jay. But it's been a long time, I want you to be happy. And I can do that for you."

Y/N stared at Severide. Just stared. Not talking. She felt confused. She can't straight right now.

"Kelly, I'm sorry. I've had a long day and I can't think straight."

"I understand. I'll drive you home."

"Kelly."

"Come on. There's no way I'm letting you go alone this late." -Kelly has his keys out by then.

"...Okay."

Walking to Severide's car, Y/N was thinking.

+++

The days went on, Y/N helped Jay in recovery. And at work, Y/N had a close call.

There was a house fire. There are people stuck inside. On the third floor there was an old lady in need of rescuing. She hurt herself bad a d needed to be put into a c-collar and backboard.

The truck and squad was on it. They have the ladder ready up there. Y/N went up to secure the patient. Severide and Cruz was able to get the patient out to the ladder. Cruz went down with it.

Then a part of the ceiling came apart and fell on Y/N, knocking her unconscious. Kelly beat himself up from not being able to push Y/N out of the way in time. He ran to Y/N, trying ot wake her up.

But their time is dwindling, the re isn't enough vent. Severide knows it's gonna blow.

"Y/N hold on, I got you!" -Kelly secured Y/N against him and prepared to jump out. There wasn't enough time for the ladder to get them.

Kelly jumped through the window just in time for the blast.

"Severide!!!" "Oh my god!!!"

Falling to the ground, making sure he landed first on the ground, cradling Y/N as safe as possible.

The firefighters rushed to them. They are both out. Ambo worked fast to get them to Med.

"Y/N? What happened?" -Will was one attending. "Severide too?"

"I got Y/N, you take Severide." -Dr. Rhodes worked fast.

After a few hours, good news were given out. As a miracle as it is, both are stable and suffered only minimal damages. Thanks to Severide breaking and taking most of the fall.

Severide woke up and was immediately sitting up.

"Hey hey hey! Stop, Severide." -Casey was there by him.

"Y/N? What happened?"

"She's stable. No serious damage at all."

"Where is she?" -Trying to stand up.

"Whoa! Hey. Slow down... by the way, you are okay too. No serious damage as well, not that you care right now, hey!"

Kelly was half way out of the bed by now. "I fucked up, Casey. I didn't see it falling. This is my fault. I should've taken care of her up there."

"Get back to bed, Severide."

"No, I gotta see her. Take me to Y/N, Casey!"

"Okay, okay. Slow down."

Casey assisted Kelly to Y/N's room. Y/N had just woken up.

"Hey there." -Casey caught her attention.

"Casey... Kelly, hey."

"How are you?" -Kelly sat beside.

"I'm... there are pains but I'm good. You? Why are you up? Shay filled me in. I passed out she said. Then we jumped out. You taking most of the fall. Thank you."

"No, I failed actually. You shouldn't have been knocked out by that ceiling in the first place."

"No, you saved me. Thank you."

Kelly was teary eyed as he rubbed Y/N's hand with his own.

"Knock knock." -Shay was at the door. "Oh god, I'm so glad you're both okay. And you." Shay poked Kelly's arm. "That was pretty stupid but awesome. But please, do that again."

"Yeah yeah." -Kelly took his hand off Y/N's to hug Shay.

They were talking a while when there came another knock from the door.

"Oh." -Shay. "Hi, Jay."

"Hey. Uhm, Y/N, hey." -Jay stepped into the room.

"Oh, getting crowded in here." -Shay stepped out, pulling Casey with her.

Kelly was just quiet, looking at Jay.

Jay looked back at him too. "Severide." Jay nodded. "I heard what you did for Y/N. That was amazing. Thanks, man."

"Of course."

Y/N felt a little anxious. Jay, the guy she's been pining for for years and Kelly, the guy who likes her and turned out to be pining for her for while now, are in the same room as her right now.

And Y/N could feel the tension from Kelly. She just wasn't sure if Jay feels it.

"Y/N. Hey, how are you holding up?" -Jay asked her. His voice was hoarse but gentle.

"I'm good now."

Kelly observed and decided to leave the two. He doesn't wanna stress Y/N out.

"Sorry, I came late. We were in a bust. What'd the doctors say?"

"They say no serious damage."

"That's good. That's good." -Jay patter her shoulders gently.

Jay stayed a while.

A few days after, Y/N recovered with Kelly and Jay visiting her most days.

As a celebration for her recovery, firehouse 51 setup Molly's for her. Free drinks for her and Kelly's escape from death. Jay sat with the three of them.

Y/N excused herself to go to the restroom. When she's near it, she looked back at their table. She looked at Jay. Jay almost died a few weeks back and now she almost died a few days after that. She looked at Kelly as well. Kelly was there through everything too for her. Almost died with her.

Y/N knows there has to be a decision made. And she has to make it soon. Too much time passed and she doesn't know if she'd escape a close call in duty again. Or if Jay would. Or if Kelly would.

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[esoterium]

@cmnis || i cannot find it so here, have a tag! || accepting!

[  KISS  ]:     unable to find the right words to express how much they love the receiver, the sender impulsively catches them and pulls them in for a passionate, deep kiss. ( sending Steve to Bucky with this one too thnx )

the camp was as quiet as a military camp was gonna get. no matter the hour, there were people milling about. guards. insomniacs. people with too many nightmares on their sleeves already. machinery. vehicles. you name it? there was never any real silence. only variant levels of less noise. might be why bucky decided to part ways with his tent and go off on his own. they'd only been back for two nights. saved by steven grant rogers. his best friend that he thought he'd left in brooklyn. the sickly, scrawny guy. who'd throw fists to the world if he had to. the one he sat by the bedside of since he was a kid. willing heaven and daring god to do anything less than make sure he was okay, alive, and well again. the guy who he'd taken so many punches to the face and dished out twice as more for because he'd pick fights with six or seven guys twice his size for the hell of standing up for himself, his morals or anyone else that needed it.

that guy. only it wasn't. but it is. but it wasn't.

cigarette smoke trailed up from the stump he was perched on. fingers trembled as they dangled in the air between his knees from the opposite hand. he wasn't okay. he was so damn far from okay. there's something wrong with him. something inside of him. something that's crawling it's way through his veins and it's making his muscles ache and burn and his vision blur then get sharper than it's ever been. his mind's swimming. he remembers everything but claims he can't barely remember a minute of his time in captivity. it's burned there. except for a few days and nights. the ones where things go fuzzy and all he can hear is voices then nothing.

tears come next. ones that fall and glisten in moonlight he shouldn't be able to catch the reflection of as they fall. he, hastily, bats them away when he hears footsteps. solid and sure and steady. he knows that pace even if they're further apart. steve. the cigarette's stepped out before the other makes it to him. the wet on his face's wiped off on a military issued cotton undershirt. his tags jingle.

they talk. quiet. whispers of how he's doing. lies that steve sees through. he knows he does. blue meets blue and bucky's brows shove together. it's harder to lie when they're face to face. silence. "i'm sorry, steve--for bullshittin' ya.. i know you know. it's just.. i can't. i don't wanna take you back there. not where i was. not where i am in my head." and he says it. out loud. what he doesn't expect is what happens next. steve's eyes are solid as they gaze at him. steady and sure and they ground him like nothing else ever has been able to before. but that hand pushing through his hair. gripping the back of his head tight? that.. that makes him swallow. HARD. it's then that their lips meet. and all that pain. all that fear? it just stops. the world blinks out. goes muted. all there is is steve. his mouth. his taste. his tongue and air that bucky's breathing in as it's exhaled. fingers melt in his lap before lifting to curl around steve's wrists and hang on as he races to catch up pouring all he can back into the kiss. fuck the world. fuck everything. every pain. every ache. every fucking terrifying thing happening to him. this? this is all that matters.

#i just went from one fight to another for ninety years. (bucky barnes) #featuring: steve rogers (cmnis) #cmnis #stucky..

[theewritingroomm]

The Prettiest Picture

Summary: Eddie makes use of the polaroid camera you gifted him. Capturing what he thinks to be the prettiest pictures.  Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem Reader Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: Smut directly below the cut, Pet names (baby girl, baby), p in v, unprotected p in v, hair pulling, spanking, dirty talk?, creampie, oral (fem reciving), taking pictures during sex, A/N: The only thing I have to say is that I am nothing but a simple whore. SPOILER FREE. text divider by @vecnacurse, 

eighteen plus only — by choosing to ‘keep reading’, you are agreeing that you are eighteen years old and over. do not interact with this story if you are a minor.

I do NOT consent to my work being translated or published onto third party sites - including AO3 and Wattpad. 

Your face was being pushed into one of Eddie’s pillows by one large hand. His rings tangled in your hair as his fingers pulled and twisted around the strands. Burning deliciously in contrast to the cool rings on his other hand as they skimmed softly across your heated flesh. His hand came down quickly, harshly on your ass in time with the deep thrusts of his cock into your dripping core. 

You moaned almost lewdly as each hit landed across your skin. 

“You like that baby girl?” Eddie growled out, tightening the grip he had on your hair. Using it to pull you up so that you could respond. 

“Yes, fuck yes.” You panted, eyes starting to roll back as Eddie’s cock continued to assault your g-spot. 

Another harsh smack landed on your backside. Eddie gently massaged your heated flesh. Long fingers digging into your flesh. You were sure bruises would form in their place. 

“You should fucking see how gorgeous your ass looks baby.” As the words left his lips Eddie was hit with a marvelous idea. 

Eddie slowed his thrusts into your pussy and untangled his hand from your hair. This causes you to whine at the loss of contact and the much slower pace Eddie was now using to thrust into you. Eddie shushes you with a quick smack to the back of your thigh. Telling you to be patient as he leaned over you. 

His cool chest pressed into your heated back, the ends of his hair tickling your shoulders. The sound of his nightstand drawer opening filled the room. 

Your nerves became electrified as you thought of the many, many things that Eddie could pull out of that drawer. You hoped it would be the handcuffs or even the paddle that was kept in there. But as you turned your head the best you could with Eddie’s weight laying over your back you noticed that he had picked up the polaroid camera you had gifted him. Which was in fact the last thing you had expected him to pull out of the drawer. 

As if he could sense your wandering mind Eddie situated himself to press his mouth against the shell of your ear. His hot breath fanning over the side of your face and neck, goosebumps erupting over your skin. 

“Wanna show you how pretty my pussy is fucked open. How pretty she looks when I cum inside her.”  

With each word that dripped from his lips Eddie increased the force behind his thrusts. His hips smacking into the flesh of your ass with almost brutal force. Each one nearly sends you into his headboard. As the tip of his cock continued to punch into your g-spot deliciously. 

Your whole body felt as if it was on fire. Each smack of Eddie’s hips kindinling and licking the flames higher, higher, higher. Until every nerve within you was screaming for more. 

“Eddie,” you whined out, throwing a pleading glance over your shoulder. “I need more, p-please.” 

“More?” Eddie teased, punctuating his word with a sharp thrust. 

You went to respond but any words died on your tongue as his left hand came down harshly on your ass. Much harder than they had been before. Eddie is now clearly on a mission to mark your skin. Not that you would ever complain, always relishing in the marks that were left on your skin. 

“I can give my baby girl more if that is what she truly desires.” 

Eddie picked up the pace of his thrusts. Allowing the sound of skin meeting skin to echo around the room. One large hand massaged the globe of your ass. Digging into your flesh before gently traveling up your spine and settling in your hair. He pulled harshly on your roots, causing your back to arch deeper. The new position allows your pussy to suck his cock deeper and deeper. 

A wanton moan left your lips right as a flash went off behind you. 

“So fucking beautiful baby,” Eddie groaned out, your walls chocking his cock. 

His hips faltered for a moment. His own head became foggy with pleasure. But fuck, he wasn’t going to let himself go. No, not until he had made a mess of you. 

“Fuck baby, gonna cum?” he got out around clenched teeth. Feeling the way your pussy fluttered around his cock. A tell-tell sign that you were getting close. 

His hand left your hair and traveled to your clit. Deft fingers began to rub small, slow circles on your bundle of nerves. You choked out what sounded like a sob at the stimulation being given to your clit. 

“Eds,” fell breathy from your lips. Your core clenching around his cock. “I’m g-gonna…” 

Your voice trailed off as Eddie began a merciless pace against your clit. Thrusting into your g-spot as he worked you over. 

“Come for me baby girl,” Eddie’s gravely voice rang out, “Cum all over my cock. Want you to make a fucking mess baby.” 

You gasp as the coil tightens, tightens, tightens in your stomach before finally snapping. Your pussy nearly locked around Eddie’s cock as it wept. 

“Fuck Eddie,” you cried. Feeling your slick flood out of you and rain around Eddie’s cock. Soaking both your thighs and his. But never once did Eddie stop the onslaught of his hips against yours. Though they quickly began to grow sloppy. 

“Fuck baby, gonna fill up this pretty pussy.” 

Eddie thrust into you once, twice more before his hips stilled. His cock twitched inside you once before you were flooded with warmth. 

The combination of Eddie’s fingers still working your clit and the delectable warmth that was spreading from your core made your walls spasm a second time. A small orgasm tearing through you. 

As your breathing leveled out Eddie gently pulled out of you. As he did he watched mesmerized as a slow trickle of his seed dripped from your core. He watched as it dripped down your center and over your thighs. He licked his lips as he reached a hand out to grab at one side of your ass. Pulling it out to expose your drippy hole to him and the camera still clutched in his hand. Eddie slowly lowered himself until he was eye level with your pussy. Bringing the camera to his eye as he settled. Capturing your weeping pussy in what was now Eddie’s favorite picture. 

After the polaroid was spit out Eddie tossed it and the camera onto the side of his mattress. Gently flipping you onto your back once it had left his hands. He smiled down at you, taking in the smile on your own face and the fuck out,  far away look in your eyes. 

Leaning down Eddie placed soft kisses to your heated skin. Over your soft stomach, up to your heaving chest, across your heated neck before settling against your own lips in a soft kiss. He slotted his lips against yours, a large hand gently caressing the side of your face to hold you to him. 

Pulling away slightly Eddie places his forehead against yours. Allowing you both a moment to catch your breath. 

“Do you wanna go get cleaned up, baby doll?” 

You shook your head, a wicked smile pulling at your lips. 

“Then what do you want, baby?” 

You reached for the camera on the bed, “I think it’s my turn to play photographer.” 

Eddie’s face split into a large smile. “If that is what the lady wishes. That is what the lady shall get.” 

Eddie slowly crawled back down your body. Lips leaving a trail of kisses and his hands ghosting softly over your heated skin before digging into the flesh of your thighs. Eddie continued to place soft kisses over the skin of your thighs, each small peck making your pussy clench and throb in anticipation. Sticking his tongue out he gently flicks it over your clit. Your hips buck in response, silently begging Eddie for more. 

Eddie chuckled darkly before attaching his lips to your clit. He sucked harshly on the nerves before flattening his tongue and swiping it over your core. His actions ripped filthy moans from your mouth. But did not stop you from bringing the camera up to your eye. 

The flash went off right as Eddie scraped his blunt teeth against your clit. And though it would be slightly blurry, it would become your favorite picture. 

Showcasing Eddie between your thighs. Only his wide eyes and wild hair were visible above your core. His hands were wrapped tightly around your thighs, rings shining in the light as he held your legs open and core tightly to his face. 

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x reader #stranger things oneshot #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson smut #stranger things smut #eddie musnon #st4

[matenrou-fan]

Why, hello there! How do you do?

May I request a really weird (?) idea.

Jyuto with a female assassin reader in an enemies to lovers scenario where he's assigned to capture her but instead falls deeply in love.

But plot-twist: reader is an assassin so she can pay for her mother's hospital bill.

Jyuto falling in love with fem! assassin! enemy

here!! accidentally make it a little bit angsty uhh I hope it's fine <3

Femreader, hurt/comfort;; 1505 words;;

"So.. s/o, hm..?" - Jyuto mumbled to himself, looking at paperwork on his office table. He was quite pleased that this case was finally in his arms.

'Of course these stupid jerks were not able to capture her, they were all not even real cops. I will be the one who will close this case and get a promotion..' - he thought, looking at a few pictures of his target - 'Well, s/o, will you be a new step on the stairs of my success?'

He didn't think about this as something serious, but capturing her was much harder than he originally thought. As a good assassin who's worked for a long time, she always ran away from him, right in the moment when Jyuto thought he was finally able to catch her. Crime scenes were almost without any evidence, she was like a shadow or a weather, always near you but so elusive..

And Jyuto didn't mind this little game of cat and mouse. After all, in the end the cat always will get his little prey, when the mouse will be too tired to run away anymore. It's even more interesting than if he would catch this mysterious lady in his first attempt.

***

"I have to admit, you're worth all this effort.." - he said once, grabbing your wrist.

It was a long chase, a bunch of police cars with loud sirens were all around the corner of the small dark alley. This time Jyuto already predicted your plan and was able to save your target and now drove you to a dead end.

You scoff, looking at him like at every other policeman you see before, ready to fight. You're an assassin, after all, and if you didn't hit your target you still can use your weapon against this cop. But something in your chest was trembling, telling you that this one is different, and you can't understand if it is good or bad for you.

Jyuto interrupted your thoughts, pinning you to a wall, his hand still firmly holding your arm. He leaning closer, your faces just inches away as you can't averted your eyes from his smug smirk and deep green eyes:

"..Uh oh, it looks like I finally got my little mouse, huh?" - you hear metal clanking of handcuffs and decide to act, and act fast.

You suddenly moved, almost like a flash, throwing off his hand and punching him, not that hard, but in the right place to immobilize him for a second.

"..I'm not a mouse, but a tiger. And some little kitty like you will never be able to catch me.." - you smirk and fade away, disappearing from the scene.

Jyuto cursed, for a moment, as he can't even tell in what direction you run away. But then he scoffs and laughs, feeling more joy in his chest than annoyance. Oh, so you wanna play hard, darling? He's ready.

He's ready to pursue you for months, if it's needed. It's not just for work now, but for his own satisfaction, as you find a way to interest him. The way you always work so fast and clear is actually pretty appreciable. All this photo of your appearance that the police have was really blurry as no one was able to capture you even on camera, but Jyuto remembered your face very well after that night, this sharp gaze full of determination and furrowed brows didn't leave his mind even for a second.

So one day he randomly thought that maybe it would be better to befriend you. He knows how useful it can be, to have people on the dark side too, as his closest friend was literally Yakuza.

He already hushed up a few affairs about Samatoki, who's always getting in trouble with his hot headed behavior, so it would be easy for him to do the same thing with your case too. But only if you behave towards him.

So this time he prepared to catch you all by himself. No other cops, no members from the division, only Jyuto himself and you.

He spends some time searching, trying to find as much information as he can. What kind of people buy your services, who is most likely to be your next client and next target, what kind of weapon you use the most.. Now it feels like he remembered all the incidents with your participation by heart and can see a pattern of your actions.

So. Another night, another order.

You were standing on a roof, admiring a lively city under you, bright flashes of street lamps, cars, windows illuminated the streets.. but here, high in the air, the atmosphere was much calmer and quieter, as you were all alone. Well, or at least you think like that.

"Well well well.. And who do we have here?" - a sudden playful voice behind you almost makes your heart stop, as you immediately recognize that smuggy tone.

As you turn around, you see Jyuto, this annoying policeman who keeps trying to capture you.

"Don't get closer.." - you warned him but he just chuckled.

"Oh, don't you worry, darling. I'm here just to talk.." - he raises his hands, showing that he's unarmed. You scoff, his teasing face pissed you off, but at the same time.. he was kinda interesting.

"I will not talk with a corrupted cop.." - as much as he started searching about you, you also decided to find some information about him. - "I know you're messing with Yakuza, don't act like you're a saint.."

"But doesn't this mean I'm not an enemy to you..?" - Jyuto murmurs, slowly approaching you, his hand cups your cheek, making you look up at him. You didn't change your attitude, looking at him with an angry face, despite something inside your heart starting to tickle - "Don't you want to be friends, little tiger?"

You bite your lip, as for some reason his teases make you blush. Just who the hell he is, playing with you like that? But.. You notice that his face is much calmer than before. When he just started this chase, all you can see in his eyes as you run away from him again and again was a playful sparkle of a hunter who just plays with his prey, but now you can see more adoration in this deep mysterious gaze, like If he was captured by your nature.

"S.. shut up. You don't know why I'm doing this. And you will never understand.." - you turn away, looking again at the city under your legs.

"Who knows? Tell me.." - he got some guesses about your past but he was not able to find anything.

Jyuto stood behind you, but now didn't touch your body, waiting for an answer. You sigh, thinking about this, and finally open your heart.

"My mother is having a serious disease. I will never get enough money if I work a normal job to pay all these bills.." - despite you wanting to talk about this calmly, your voice started to tremble, as your heart hurted in pain of worries for your mother.

You sniff, hiding your face in your hands, but Jyuto gently touches your shoulder, turning you to him. He hugs you tightly, holding you close to his chest as you start crying. There's no one who you can complain to, and it was so hard to keep everything to yourself.. So you eventually break, telling everything to Jyuto as he comforts you in his arms.

"There, there.. You're quite strong, if you were able to do all that alone without any support.." - he smiles, much more softly now as he looks at your sad eyes and wet red cheeks - "I knew there's something more in your life, as someone like you wouldn't do that without any reason.."

He sighs. He can't help but start feeling more and more attachments to you, and suddenly wanted to share his story too.

"I became a policeman after losing my parents in a car crash. The driver was on drugs.." - you look up at him with wide eyes, didn't expect him to be so honest. - "I swear that I will eradicate the drug traffic by all means.. Even if I will need to befriend a Yakuza or get my hands dirty, it doesn't matter.."

His gaze was quite sad and broken but at the same time full of determination. His grip on your waist tightened and he sigh tiredly, as Jyuto still had not overcome this hurting feeling of loss. But when he looked at your face again, his eyes softened and a weak smile appeared on his lips again.

"That's why you decided to keep me alive too, huh?" - you tease him a little in a soft tone, nuzzling to his chest. You absolutely forget about your order, just relaxing in his warm hug.

"No.. I need you for another reason. You were able to capture my interest, so you better be prepared, as this dirty corrupted cop will never leave you alone, darling.."

#hypmic x reader #hypmic imagines #hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic jyuto #jyuto iruma x reader #hypmic jyuto #jyuto x reader #jyuto iruma

[chronically-peach]

The Front Bottoms have some of the most Kevin/Neil/Andrew lyrics I’ve heard and I want to write fics based off of so many songs.

“But I am not a dirty God. And I don’t have a dirty body.”

Andrew and Bee work so hard on him realizing there’s nothing wrong with him. He is not ruined. He is not dirty or used. His body is not ruined and it belongs to only him. The person he chooses to give it to (Neil) is not going to see it as dirty. He is a God, but he is not a dirty one. His body is clean and pure and his. This one makes me cry every time oops.

“Nothing feels alright now, the length of my hair or the fit of my clothes”

Kevin after he joins the foxes comes to mind immediately. Kevin who needs things to go his way. Kevin who has only known the nest and Riko. Kevin who never got to make decisions for himself suddenly forced into a life he doesn’t know how to live.

“Make sure to kiss your knuckles before you punch me in the face”

Kevin, Neil and Andrew expecting love to hurt because they’ve never known true gentle touch from the people that were supposed to love them. They expect to be hurt eventually because that’s all they’ve ever known.

“It should’ve felt good but I can hear the Jaws theme song on repeat in the back of my mind”

Andrew trying to be intimate with Neil, both physically and emotionally. He knows he’s safe, that Neil isn’t a threat to him, but he can’t help but feel the anxious dread that looms every second he’s vulnerable.

“There are lessons to be learned, consequences for all the stupid things I say”

This is Neil through and through in so many ways. His smart ass remarks, his learning curve that’s just a straight line, his lack of self preservation.

“There is very little left of me and it’s never coming back”

Kevin, Neil and Andrew all come to mind. Jean actually fits this too for me. They’ve all been through so much both separately and together. The trauma they’ve faced in their lives still haunts them, they still have empty parts inside of themselves that will never be whole again. They’re healing and they’re moving forward but some things can never be put back together and the boys all have parts of themselves they lost long ago.

“I wanna contribute to the chaos. I don’t wanna watch and then complain”

Neil and Andrew 100%. I don’t think this one even needs an explanation.

“I would sleep better on your floor than I would ever in my bed and if your carpet makes my face itch, it’d still be heaven in my head”

Neil “junkie” Josten. He’s so in love with Andrew and all he wants is to be with him, no matter the circumstances.

“You say I’m changing. I’m sorry I didn’t know I had to stay the same”

This one makes me think of Andrew, especially Andrew and his interactions with the upperclassmen. When they start seeing him as a person and not as the monster they’ve painted him to be in their minds.

“But whatever I did for you last year, I cannot do again.”

I can vividly picture Andrew saying this to Kevin and it breaks me every time.

“It’s getting harder and harder and harder and harder for me to call you friend”

Kevin with Andrew and honestly Jean with Kevin too.

“And what about your friends, don’t you love them enough to stay? And I say if I don’t leave now then I will never get away”

My first thought was Neil, the king of running away no matter how much it hurts. But I also thought of Kevin, running from the nest after Riko broke his hand.

#there are so many more I could do #maybe I’ll add to this someday #all for the game #aftg #the foxhole court #the raven king #the kings men #andrew minyard #neil josten #kevin day #nora sakavic #andreil #jean moreau #my post

[iguessigotta]

this is pure self-indulgence because I just got back from spending all day between urgent care and the ER haha woooo literally 8am - 7pm yeah we're having fun in hereeeee (don't worry they think they figured it out and tbh it's more stupid than life threatening and I wanna punch my own self for almost keeling over because of this lmao) smh my head @ my own body

Sighing heavily, you flopped down on the couch, not even bothering to take off your shoes. Dark was right on your heels, pausing to shut the door and set your bag down in the entryway. You closed your eyes, slouched down low and sunk into the cushions, letting out an unhappy sound when you realized being too lazy to remove your shoes meant you couldn't toss your feet up on the cushion next to you.

Today sucked.

There was a quiet brush of fabric, along with the telltale ringing that accompanied your boyfriend, as he walked into the living room and stopped by the couch. Without a word, he knelt down and started removing your shoes and socks.

"Dark? What are you doing?" you grumbled, cracking one eye open to look at him, noting the slight upturn of the corner of his mouth.

He hummed and placed your things off to the side before planting a kiss on your knee. "No shoes in the house," he paused to look you in the eye, "wasn't that your rule?"

"Oh, haha," you said through a huff, rolling your eyes so hard you thought they'd fall out. Dark let out a huff of his own - one that sounded suspiciously like a laugh - before he lifted your legs and set them on the couch. While you sat there confused - comfortable, but confused, he walked to your small kitchen and out of your line of sight. You frowned and went to sit up a bit so you could be nosy and see what he was doing, but he stopped you with a sharp "Ah. Stay where you are."

You frowned even harder. How the hell did he know you were trying to get up when he couldn't see you? When Dark came back into the room, a small tray of food and drink in his hand, you were still half-sitting, frown stuck on your face. He raised an eyebrow at you but didn't say anything as he set the tray down on the small table next to the couch.

"How do you do that?" you asked, folding your legs up to give Dark space to sit down with you, "It's like you can see me even when you can't."

This time you were sure he actually did laugh. "There are many things you don't know about me," he said, a smile audible in his voice, as he pulled your legs into his lap, "Is it really so far-fetched to think I might be able to keep an eye on you at all times?"

The look he gave you made heat flood your face at the implication.

Letting out another faint chuckle, Dark turned towards the tv, which had at some point been turned on and tuned to one of your favorite movies. He kept his hands on your legs, running them up and down, pausing every now and then to give a light squeeze. You could feel his eyes on you, watching for any signs of distress of discomfort, though every time you looked a him, his gaze would be so focused on the movie that you started to doubt that feeling of being watched.

It would have been annoying if you didn't understand why he was acting so worried over you.

You'd spent all day in the ER after finally caving and seeking help for a health issue that had been making your life hell the past few months. It was a drawn-out, expensive process, but by the end of it they'd found what they had reason to believe was the root cause. They'd given you packet after packet of info, a prescription, and a pat on the back, sending you on your way. Straight into the arms of your boyfriend, who was doing his best to appear calm for you. The louder-than-normal ringing had given him away though.

And so here you found yourself, reclining sideways on the couch, a mountain of pillows between your back and the armrest, legs in Dark's lap, half-watching one of your favorite movies. A sigh - content this time - escaped you, earning another light squeeze to your leg, and a small smile on Dark's lips.

It had been rough going the past few months, your health had been causing both of you quite a bit of stress, but you were finally on the mend, that was all that mattered.

#darkiplier x reader #darkiplier fluff #darkiplier x gn!reader #darkiplier x y/n #purely self indulgent #it's been A Few Months with this nonsense #stressed and sick but now......hey I got antibiotics and my mom bought me some grapes and sandwiches so fuck yeah #anyway idk if this drabble really makes any sense #cause I just had part of that first line pop into my head and I ran with it #yknow #instead of doing my like 20+ requests i have in my inbox lmao rip

[lovejustforaday]

2023 Year End List - #18

18. The Land Is Inhospitable And So Are We - Mitski

Main genres: Indie Folk

A decent sampling of: Slowcore, Alternative Country, Chamber Pop, Countrypolitan

Gonna admit something that could get me crucified in some spaces of the internet - Mitski is not my #1 contemporary "sad girl" in indie rock/pop, and I've never really 100% bought the hype.

She's definitely talented, and arguably the most likable, down-to-earth indie musician that has reached her level of fame. But Puberty 2 through Be The Cowboy and Laurel Hell, I've only ever found about two tracks on each of these records that I'd wanna revisit regularly (Haven't touched the fan favourite Bury Me At Makeout Creek or those first two records yet, so I could be totally missing out on her best material).

You see, "Your Best American Girl" and "Nobody" are excellent singles that have always deserved the hype they received, but then her records as a whole have generally been full of these songs that I would describe as "under-cooked" and sometimes too short for their own good.

This time around, however, I'm happy to express that I genuinely really enjoyed her latest LP The Land Is Inhospitable And So Are We. Mitski's greatest qualities as a songwriter shine much brighter here than on recent past projects. Stripping everything down to intimate, slow-moving folk-country balladry plays to her greatest strengths - the way in which Mitski carries her melodies so delicately, like a broken bird when singing, and how clearly gifted she is at writing those melodies.

The display of painfully universal human emotions also permeates this record as much as any other Mitski project, but this time I feel that her songs are given more room to breathe, which allows the emotional gut punches to hit much harder.

This is most evident on the record's finest moment, a song called "Heaven" which, like all of the best Mitski tracks, is mostly about the shameless longing for the love of another human being, this time set to the tune of arcadian, countrypolitan-style string arrangements that flourish over a wistful promenade of reflections on her unbridled devotion towards a lover that is all too absent. This is the sound of her signature artistic style aging into a fine, full-bodied wine that I could very easily get drunk off of (and then, in true Mitski fashion, start sobbing uncontrollably).

There's also the thundering bittersweet triumph of "When Memories Snow", wherein Mitski expresses the desire to wipe clean all the traumas of the past, while achieving a sound that is close, familiar, and personal, yet also somehow larger than life as any 60s brill building production. That bold country orchestra is every bit as awakening to the senses as dunking your head in a bucket of ice water, and I also just need to take a minute to acknowledge the deeply satisfying chord progressions that manage to really seal the deal on making this track feel truly massive.

I also really appreciate the closer "I Love Me After You", an epilogue that gently sways and disappears into a hushed, forested midnight of bassy piano chords, low crashing cymbals, and sleepy guitar drones.

If you weren't fully sold on Mitski before in the same way that I wasn't, then this could very well be the record that gets you hooked. The Land Is Inhospitable And So Are We plays to all of her strengths as an artist, and it really shows Mitski coming into her own as a seasoned musician who's capable of adapting to new sounds.

I'm still not convinced she couldn't make an even better record in the future if she continues in this direction as a songwriter. It's a bit slow to start, and the B-side heavily dominates the album, but this is her first record that I will be putting in my regular rotation, and a big highlight of the year for the Mitski diehards and longtime skeptics alike. So kudos to the millennial queen of sad girl indie.

8/10

Highlights: "Heaven", "When Memories Snow", "I Love Me After You", "My Love Mine All Mine"

#album review #music review #list #aoty #year end list #indie folk #folk #mitski #the land is inhospitable and so are we #2023

[twst-vampire]

[ A Puppet with Few Strings ] - Arma

CW: implications of abuse and character death, puppets

something for @piraticusdorm ‘s Peaceful Shadows event! wrote this half asleep and on a whim after having a weird nightmare myself SO ! it might have typos or just be? not great lolol

( i hope the abrupt changes aren’t weird. i feel like that’s how dreams tend to be for me )

Arma could see a lone circus tent in the distance, red & white stripes illuminated by a warm light. He could hear roars of laughter beckoning him closer. Though, he was disinterested in going toward it. He had a feeling it wasn’t as joyful as it appeared.

With every step backwards, the tent had gotten closer. A panic of running, only had him engulfed into the light and the rowdiness of it all. By the time he regained his senses, he found himself sitting front row and center with every other seat filled by a mannequin, smiling brightly.

[ Why couldn’t he run away? ]

A drumroll rumbles the theater and a spotlight shines on a Punch and Judy-styled booth. Two glove puppets emerge. One burly and one lanky but both equally hideous with their wood faces carved crudely.

“Rocco, where’s that meat head brother of ours?” The lanky puppet cried in scratchy and pitched voice.

“Ricky, he’s hidin’ cuz he don’t wanna be a star no more.” The burly puppet responded deeply and both shrug, earning laughter from the still audience.

“Maybe if we all call his name, he’ll see how popular he is and come out!” Ricky waved his puppet arms, as if to pump up the audience.

Arma hears the cheers, the chorus of the audience callling his name and he can’t help but grit his teeth. Slowly, he feels the pull of his hair, finding that his point of view changed suddenly. He could the audience he once occupied and he was a puppet himself, trapped between Ricky and Rocco. They were smiling but, things felt so tense.

“We found you, Arma! But, you’ve been nothing but trouble keeping us waiting! So, take this! And this! Try this on for size, twerp!”

Both Rocco and Ricky pull out sticks, hitting Arma back and forth, eliciting more laughter from the audience with their slapstick routine.

The puppets relentlessly beat him on the head and all he can do with his little cloth arms is curl up. The curtain on their booth droops closed.

[ Why couldn’t he run away? ]

Arma looked up, feeling rather off. Restricted. He takes in his surroundings, the strings attached to his wooden limbs, his body shuffling against his will in a limp dance.

Neither Rocco or Ricky had left the stage, both puppet waving their sticks at Arma from the same booth beside him.

“Keep dancing, goddammit! We didn’t pick ya off the street to sit around and cry! We told ya you gotta work to earn your spot. We told ya we put down dogs who don’t cooperate!”

The audience cheers and roars, at a volume that’s even more nauseating than before.

Arma didn’t wanna dance anymore. The harder he pulled to keep from moving, his strings snapped in two, his wooden limbs going limp. Yet, he was still being carelessly pulled about on the stage.

The audience is silent, with wide smiles and stares that are sickening and empty. It seemed hopeless to think anything would change.

“You’re not a puppet.”

Arma could hear it clearly. A voice, familiar but small.

“You’re not a puppet, you’re human, right?”

There it was again.

Arma gasped as he pulled himself off the ground. He was no longer wooden. Back to flesh and bone. As he took in his surroundings, he was still on stage. Though, he noticed the puppet booth tumbled over and looking down, he held the Ricky and Rocco puppets by their necks, lifeless with nothing to say to him anymore.

Before he could say anything, the audience began to murmur, the plastered smiles they once held were now frowns. Sighing, he put the puppets on each hands, to which Ricky and Rocco began to swat his head with their sticks like earlier.

[ Why couldn’t he run away? ]

Arma’s eyes shot open suddenly, his throat feeling incredibly dry and his stomach in knots. He looked around, finding that he wasn’t even his room. He’d fallen asleep in his office, again.

“Fuck…gotta stop falling asleep in here…another weird ass Pinocchio dream.” He murmured to himself, looking at the digital clock on his desk. 5:47 A.M. Early, but there was no way he could sleep after that.

By his elbow, a pea-sized orb sits on the flat surface. It’s pitch black and dull, hidden to Arma as it blends in with the darkness of the room.

#mom said it’s my turn to write the nightmare!! #nana oc #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twst #arma doomsday #arma #toontasma #toontasmadorm #nana words! #nana writes #peaceful shadows #peaceful shadows event