#hate the name for the pink one but whatever. can't think of anything better

[meimi-haneoka]

Hiya~ Dimensional-bitch is my side blog, and I guess I cannot send mail from it!

Anyhow, I saw your reblog and wanted to send you a note personally because...damn. I get it. I've been seeing the same...stuff around. And my extraocular muscles have been getting an EXCELLENT work-out from all the eye rolling.

So many temper tantrums. Half of them whining that CLAMP worked on something other than their preferred manga for a few years, half of them mad about...whatever exacting expectation they had for Clear Card that wasn't met.

And honestly? THESE ARE THE SAME TANTRUMS MY 3 YEAR OLD HAS.

If I dare to do something other than take her to the park we went to yesterday? Instant fit! Worst Mommy EVER!

If she gets the milk she wants in a blue cup instead of pink? DAY RUINED. She can't enjoy milk again, EVER.

I am old enough now to realize that every time a CLAMP manga ends we are going to get this same round of preschooler "BUT IT ISN'T WHAT I WANTED!" foot-stomping. And it's...fine. Whatever. But even though I expect it now I am still. so. tired. And salty. I could salt the seven seas.

So THANK YOU for taking the time to look at and put together something that really gets into what Clear Card IS and DOES. (I am looking through your blog now and I am sad I didn't find it sooner - you've got lots of great stuff here! Especially about Kaito - I do NOT understand the fandom hate??? He's obviously a tortured but ultimately good soul????) There are so many good (and fun! - I've been reading this with my 8-year-old son and he is totally into the magic of it all, even if some of the symbolism flies over his head for now) things about it that get buried under the tantrums. And I am so happy to see them discussed like this!

Best wishes! <3

WAAAAAIT WAIT I HAVE TO REPLY TO THIS ONE BEFORE ANYTHING ELSE BECAUSE I feel like I'm about to cry...

You know the feeling when.....you feel *seen*? You feel understood? This is what I felt when I received your ask, Dandelion! (Is it ok if I use this name?) Omg yes. a thousand times yes....you summarized pretty well what I've seen and what I think about this whole situation too. (BTW I'm a mom too and I know what you mean! 😂)

I am old enough now to realize that every time a CLAMP manga ends we are going to get this same round of preschooler "BUT IT ISN'T WHAT I WANTED!" foot-stomping.

Ever since I got on the internet, I was able only to witness the endings in "real time" of Tsubasa, Holic and Kobato, and while I don't remember much for Kobato (probably because it's so underrated and no one was reading it), I DO remember especially the uncomfortable "atmosphere" in the fandom that accompanied the last chapters of Tsubasa's serialization. I remember all the negativity, and all the exact same complaints of today with Clear Card, "it's too complex!" "this has dragged too long please END IT". It was so overwhelming that I got dragged into it too. I COMPLETELY understand what you mean. I didn't expect I'd see it again with Clear Card, but hey people can always surprise you for the worst, isn't it? So I had decided, towards the end of Clear Card, that I wouldn't let ANYONE make me go through what I went through when Tsubasa ended, and I've set limits and lines to not be crossed with everyone, even close friends. I wanted to enjoy this story in peace to be able to write about what I TRULY feel.

I am SO GLAD that you're checking the rest of my blog and that you find my posts interesting. Most of the time, especially when I talk about Kaito and Akiho in the desperate attempt to make people understand those characters a bit better, it's a bit like shouting in the wind.....but I won't stop doing it. I love those characters, and I thank CLAMP everyday for creating them, they brought so much depth and enriched CCS in a special way.

Thank you so much for this ask!! 🙏❤️

#reply #I'm so grateful #you really get it #I'm so glad I found someone else who appreciates and can see Kaito for who he really is?

[just-another-wren]

Angst prompt:

# 14. Gasping for air

BWEH HI- I don't usually get actual asks when I reblog stuff hi ;w;

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Kadeen stared out the window, behind one of those.... what, lawmakers? That was seated across from her.

She hadn't really bothered to learn the names of anyone in the meeting room- she knew Obsidian would remind her anyway. But dang were these meetings boring. She just wished Mikey or Leo were there to-

....lighten things up. She would just have to imagine it for the time being. But there was the whole "can't think about fun stuff because your brain can only focus on the boring" thing, so that was out of the question.

And unfortunately, as boring as this all was... it was absolutely infuriating. Why couldn't her home country just stay at peace, why did everyone running the place have to be complete and total assholes?!

Hey, no, breathe Kadeen. She closed her eyes for a moment, thinking.You'll be able to go visit them soon, it's less than a month away. You can't be swearing on a kids show.

...

Hmm.... if only those grimy pink things never existed. I should tell them- No, that could mess up the timeline. If that's what it takes, then- No!! You can't leave them without a home because of what could potentially leave them without a home, that's probably an even worse fate, dumbo.

And if it's not the timeline we think it is? What if he never comes? If he does, what if we don't make it back in time? What if the other version comes back and insists they give up and you're not there to save them? These are real people here, Kadeen. You have to save them. You can now, can't you? You have the power to save them- So do it! Go, crash this stupid meeting, or start planning, or something- You don't know what is going to happen! For all you know, Leo could be stuck screaming to his brothers that he's still alive and not getting heard! That fic was before the movie! Or- was it? Who cares, I- I-

The room was too loud. Nobody had the common sense to be nice- or any common sense in the first place. She couldn’t hear anything except the comments on Obsidian. On her. On some of the other lawpeople. The passive aggressive speech. The absolute joy from Obsidian’s face. She heard better than her, she was a fucking cat person. Wolf, lion, person? Whatever she was, how could she tolerate this?!

Kadeen wanted to scream her lungs out at them, knock some sense into them through a crystal to the neck. Or maybe straight through the fucking heart. But could she do that? No. If she could be civilized, she had to be.

She was overstimulated. Angry. Fearful for the turtles back in their dimension. They were real. Her scars were real. Irinel was real. The racists, homophobes, and other flavors of killer jerk were real, and not on the other side of the screen. And she still couldn't do anything. She'd been doing so many things, what in the multiverse changed?!

Kadeen was stuck.

Again.

And by the God that gave her powers, she hated it with every fiber of her being.

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...I just wanna go home. It hurts.

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FYKXYKXY little drabble here!! I do my best work when I'm feeling bad myself so this isn't really much at all sorry XD

#aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #original content #original character #kadeen #rise of the tmnt #rise oc #rottmnt queen of the birds au #rottmnt!qotb #yes this is in the canon timeline! i dont think im gonna write down every single day during this section though so yckykcykcl

[someghostyouare]

I Envy Someone

There's a girl I envy in school.

Her pin straight hair, stuck to her round face like a waterfall of ink. I pulled it, moving her head back. She laughed, tears in her eyes. Whether it was from the pain I couldn't tell. She handed me a hair tie afterwards. It's impossible to tie, she tells me. That day I decided I want my hair curled. The day I do, I'll have her hair tie to pull it together.

I didn't mean for my fingers to brush her face. An unintentional check. Her cheeks are so soft they're almost kissable. She told me she used the same face wash I did. It works better on her.

I could've pinched her. Although her face didn't need pinching. Her cheeks are already rosy red, blushing against her pale skin. Before I slept, my mother reminded me to bleach my face.

When she smiled, her lips parted almost gracefully. Like two glossy rose petals, both of them equally tinted pink. Not even my toothy grin could compete with that. I regret wearing lipstick early.

I envy this girl. Believe when I say it with my whole heart. The image of her is seared into my mind. I would know her in my heart. Even when her face is scratched out in my dreams. Eyes gouged out, limbs torn, I'd still know her.

I went out with her a few days ago. The date is a day I'll never forget. I had to throw out my calendar, right after I marked it down. She wore clothes better than mine. It fit her better too.

In her slim figure, her jacket hugged her the way I wanted to choke her neck. The entire time we walked, she tugged her skirt down, when all I wanted was to wear one too. My parents made me go home early. The sun had barely come down. I wish it had. I didn't want to see her waving at me from the mall entrance. I started saving up for baggier jeans.

I'm jealous. I cry to myself every night, repeating those words. I still see her blurred figure in each tear stain of my pillow.

I should be studying, but I can't think of anyone else. I can't think of anything else. Why would I study history when the reason the Trojans went to war with the Greeks is someone I know so intensely? Her name could be Helen and I'd sound out each syllable as if each breath is to be my last. If she hates Math as much as I do, what point is there in practicing in it? Solving for x or y doesn't give me the letter that spells out her perfection.

I envy this girl in school. I envy her so. I hate being with her, but I find my feet drawing myself to her. My eyes follow her every step. I've surpassed the want to be her. I've ran my sanity further than the need to be her.

My envy for her has become my love language.

I lay back. My hands tired, aching, trembling from all the emotions it took for me to admit that. In my hands, one, two, three? No, more than that. Whatever the number, pills sat in the palms of my hands. My eyes were starting to droop after gulping the first few.

Water ran through my throat, and yet I'm more parched than ever.

My chest can't keep up with my lungs.

My breathing is shallow.

I lay my head down on my desk. Everything is spinning. My head is dizzy.

I closed my eyes. Everything was pitch black.

I thought everything would be pitch black.

Even like this, I still saw her.

Her stupid hand, waving goodbye to me. It was laughable. Did she want me to go so soon?

This is the only time I agreed with her. ...

Uh hi lol

#writing #first post #i'm new to this #writing prompts #lol what is this #i'm just really bored #procrastinating really hard #i suck at endings #random bullshit #enjoy ig??

[eleganttragedybluebird]

Jealous!Jealous!Jealous girl!

Jealous! Toxic! Yn x Kamisato Ayato

No proofread :(

Summary: You love Ayato so much. Feeling so much anger is better than not feeling anything when the man you treasure so much lie to you right?

Content warnings : yn is very very very toxic. Self harm. (You hurt yourself to guilt trip ayato) . Violence, you get so angry you littraly want to kill Ayato. This relationship is really toxic, if you encounter something similar please leave immediately.[Please do tell me if i missed anything]

Wordcount: 1.05k

How dare you how dare you how dare you! After everything we’ve been through together. I can feel my palms bleeding from bawling my fist and my long nails pressing hard into my skin. My nude pink lipstick, staining my teeth from biting my lip so hard. I called you so I could pass you your lunch and yet I see you happily chatting with your ex? You told me you lost contact with your past “friends”. YOU TOLD ME YOU TOLD ME.

I take a deep breath, feeling that my lungs are about to collapse from sheer anger. And I go up to you, the short look of fear does not escape my sight. “Hey sweets, where were you I was looking all over for you,” I said, making sure my smile was relaxed. No matter how angry I am, I can't make a scene here, if I show that my facial muscles are so tense, and yet I'm smiling so brightly, both can tell I'm lying. “Ah... YN this is redacted, and this is my girlfriend YN” “Aww! You're so pretty! I want to coddle you up” whatever that woman's name was “No no..” I said looking down and using my hair to cover my face, emanating bashfulness when the rouge on my cheeks isn't from bashfulness, but from sheer rage.”I should be going now, there is a lot of housework yet to be done. Goodbye now, hopes of meeting you again” I say softly holding her hands, “An angel” I hear her say as I leave without glancing at Ayato. He knows he’s fucked up.

I’ve worked so hard to be with you. I've lost weight, I started dressing up, and learned how to cook and you do this shit to me? All the praise you've accumulated up until now is because of me! Men envy you because you have a cute girlfriend that's loyal, cooks for you, and is there for you in any need. And it's still not enough for you Kamisato Ayato? Do you think I don’t hear those snarky remarks about you and your ex to your friends? But seeing you being so friendly with her makes my blood boil. I feel so resentful every time I see your face. Why couldn't I be your first? You had to be such a slut and be with another woman. And the worst part, you lied about it. YOU LIED YOU LIED YOU LIED. The anger I feel is not towards that woman but towards you. I’d gutting you would appease my anger than gutting her. I believe it's a pride thing, I’d be caught dead before you see me jealous of another woman.

I hear the door open quietly, you calling me all so sweetly assuming if he does not bring the up topic I won't get angry. “Whos that lady? I've never met her before.” I see you gulp almost cartoonishly. This shits funny to you? “A friend, a long time one” I hum in response. “Dinner will be done soon. Rest up honey” flashing you a calm serene smile. I see the look of relief slowly creep up your face, but not for fucking long.

“Sweets! Dinner is ready” I call out to you, I see you descend the stairs. I hate you, I hate you oh I hate you. But oh… cara mia. Look at you, I would die for you, I would kill for you, either way, what a bliss. How many women would share this devotion towards you? None I tell you, none. I say in my head as I set the table. We both sit down, then I say “Why did you lie?’ “huh?” “Have you gon deaf? I said why did you lie?” “I have no idea what you're talking about sweets” I can see the fear in your eyes, but I don't give a shit. I thrash the dining table “ WHY DID YOU LIE WHY DID YOU LIE WHY DID YOU LIE WHY DID YOU LIE! YOU FUCKING LIAR! I KNOW DAAM WELL SHE’S YOUR FUCKING LYING TO ME KAMISATO AYATO.”  I began pulling my hair and I see you approaching me and grabbing my shoulders “I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry I lied. I just wanted to make you happy…” “Oh, you're sorry? YOUR SORRY YOUR SORRY YOUR SORRY! EAT SHIT. AM I A JOKE TO YOU? AM I A FUCKING JOKE?” “No, please! I'm sorry I'm sorry! Please! You can hit me, just stop hurting yourself!” “SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU LIAR YOU LIAR! I DESPISE YOU! I ABSOLUTELY LOATHE YOU! I WISH WE NEVER MET” you try to remove my arms so I purposely grab your wrist, letting the blood from my nail-cut palms stain your white sleeves. You are terrified, and you blame yourself this is all your fault. You made me lose my mind. “I SHOULD JUST DROP FUCKING DEAD RIGHT NOW! ID RATHER BE DEAD THAN LOOK AT YOU, YOU DISGUST ME YOU DISGUST ME” now, that really broke him. No fight has hurt him that much before. He loves you so much, and he's the reason why you want to kill yourself? He's always dreamt about having a family with you and he never imagined, even if he wants to be with you so much, he wants you alive even more. “It's over, I hurt you too much. You can never forgive me.” Break up? HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHA. Ayato you dumb cunt, breaking up means that I can't hurt you the way you hurt me. “No.” “N…no?” “No, I hate you so much now. But I’ll forgive you eventually” i say smiling as if my lipstick isn't smudging, my palms bloody, and my hair a mess. I open my arms signaling to be embraced by my lover. You hug me gently as if you’ll crush me if you hug any tighter. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm the worst, ill never lie to you again. I’ll cut them off if it makes you happy.” I sigh as my hands run through your hair. “Oh, I’ll be happy alright, happy that one day I will hurt you as much as you’ve hurt me now. Get ready for it, I hope it rings every time im with someone. I hope you're worried every second of the day that I might cheat on you to make it even between us, and even after that. I will never let you go.”

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #kamisato ayato #kamisato ayato x reader #kamisato ayato x you #toxicity #female rage

[kirakirabug]

Currently airing anime I've started watching and some small thoughts. Because I thought it'd be fun to do, under the read more yayy :3

Astro Note: I've only watched one episode so far but I really like it. The art style is very unique and it has a fun premise with fun characters. I love a good alien girl too. The romance is cute too despite only being teased at the moment, and Terurun is probs my fave character thus far.

Blue Archive the Animation: I've only watched the first episode. I've never played the game but someone I follow on twitter posts about the villains a lot and I think they're fine ASF so I'm just watching to see them. Uhhh but the characters are cute so far, though it's not really the kind of show I watch. I like the pink haired girl, who's surprised???

Girls Band Cry: I mainly started watching because I saw it popping off on twitter and, I want to watch more 3D anime. So far, it's good! The characters are interesting and I do enjoy the CGI animation a lot. I don't have anything else to add but maybe I'll like it more as I watch more episodes.

A Salad Bowl of Eccentrics: Probably my personal favourite so far! Not only is the opening a banger, in fact probably the best one so far but the characters are already so fun and enjoyable. I like the humour and Sara is an absolute cutie pie, I also do enjoy an opposite isekai plot. A.K.A a fantasy character coming to the normal human world and learning to adapt. I can't wait to see where this series goes, I'll definitely be keeping up with it.

Himitsu no AiPri: My first Pretty Series season. Well, I did start watching Kiratto Prichan a long while ago but didn't get very far. From what I can see, having knowledge of the previous seasons would probably be beneficial to the watching but ermmm, whatever. It's cute so far! And it definitely reminds me of Precure, since it's trying to compete with it. I love the character designs and the premise seems interesting, though I don't entirely understand it yet. I might try and start watching the first season in-between as well and work my way up but, no promises!

Grandpa and Grandma Turn Young Again: I've only watched the first episode, it's a cute little episodic series so far! I don't really have much to add but the Grandma is very cute. And the art style is cute too, but I'll have to watch the second episode to gauge more of an interest. I definitely think it has a great premise though.

Mysterious Disappearances: I'll be honest I completely forgot I downloaded the first episode at all so, I don't really know if I'll continue with this series. The first episode wasn't bad though, it's just not really my series. But, I might as well keep watching it since I've started, maybe I'll come to like it more as I watch it. I think the art style is fun at least! Unlike the others this screencap is not mine because I only screenshot the cat that showed up (it's my mission to screenshot every kitty I see now).

Studio Apartment, Good Lighting, Angel Included: First of all, what a series name. Second of all, I fucking hate Shintaro with every one of my being. Oh, his name is similar to Rentarou now I want him to die even more. Okay, I hate his ass he's one of those boring ass MC's that's really stupid and dense and I can't stand him. So why am I watching this series? Don't be ridiculous, the cute girls of course. I didn't think I'd continue this show but I really like the girls so far, Towa is soooo silly and an idiot I can't help but love her. Noel is also adorable and I didn't see the reveal of who she really was coming. And, I love the design of the purple chunibyou girl so I'm mainly watching to see her debut LOL. The show would be 10 times better without Shintaro, like get rid of him and this show would be way more enjoyable. It's always the ugly ass boring ass men getting in the way. The ending really adds to that point like I would kill for a slice of life with these unusual and mostly nonhuman girls, please.

Whisper Me a Love Song: It's not really my thing, so I don't know if I'll continue it, but it's cute so far. I like the art style and I especially like the side character Kaori, if she shows up more I might continue watching just for her. That's really all I have to say since I've only seen one episode so far.

The Many Sides of Voice Actor Radio: Watched the first episode like today and I'll just say it now. If a series has a gyaru I'm gonna watch it, that's the main reason I picked this show up. But, I do think it's pretty good so far! I do enjoy a duo who don't like each other at all and I like that Yasumi is the one annoying Yuuhi. I'm mixed on Yuuhi as a character but, so far I think she's fine, her design reminds me of Uto from 100kano hehe. I'll definitely continue if only to take cute screenshots of Yasumi.

Train to the End of the World: Cute girls alongside a gyaru? Of course I was gonna pick this series up, so far it's pretty good. I'm not one on SciFi mysteries so I'm not entirely in love with it yet, but it seems like an exciting show. The opening song is nice! I think I'll have to watch more to really put my thoughts down, though I'm also just watching a lot of series so brain not work. I can't add anymore images sawry

Jellyfish Can't Swim in the Night: BANGERRRR BANGER OHHH SO GOOD SO GOOOOOOD. A Salad Bowl of Eccentrics appeals to me most because of my personal taste but objectively I think this is the best show. Watching the first episode of this anime gave me the same feeling as when I watched WEP for the first time. And that feeling is phenomenal, I feel so strongly towards this series already and it's only been 2 episodes, I'm really excited to see where the plot goes and how these girls succeed or fail. The animation and direction is just so AUGHAHBEJSNENNSNE I'm running around on all fours you NEED to watch this show you need to watch it NOW!

I'm also of course, still keeping up with Wonderful Precure! Sorry most of these are vague and not good because uhhh too many series is a lot for me I don't know why I'm doing this. For honour and to get up that anime count, I don't know if I'll keep up at this pace. Though I at least know that if I can't keep up with all of them I have a few that I will definitely keep watching regardless. This season is gonna be pretty good I feel.

#kirakirabug talks #thanks for reading my 2 am ramble #i am not feeling so good tbh my head hurts woahhh woajhebhensbd that may read in this posy #like aughh psychic damage

[cosettepontmercys]

Hi!!! Bronchitis sounds so awful..I hate that for you. I'm glad you feel better from that at least. I know the feeling..I also have not been to the doctor in forever but I'm glad you're trying to take better care of yourself. I hope there's nothing wrong in the results!

Ooh I have a lot of favorite Taylor collabs..like I love Nothing New a lot and Castles Crumbling. Cowboy Like Me is one of my sisters favorite Taylor songs and it grew on me a lot. But I always tell her I loved Coney Island more. And Evermore is probably my favorite Taylor song ever so I guess that..haha. i also love Exile and Renegade a lot..and the Last Time!!! You can't love any of these without the Last Time in my opinion..lol. I love your The Lakes bracelet so much..also one of my favorite songs? What are some of your absolute favorite Taylor songs or ones that mean a lot to you? So we actually went tonight!!! It was awesome and so much fun! Yes it was also 11PM..but that's because my sister works until 10 every night. I usually eat dinner around midnight lol. I was a little sad we weren't seeing it the same day/the 13th but I also wanted to see it ASAP and this just worked out better..cuz she usually sees her bf every Friday. My mom also went and was impressed by the show. I love the pink bucket! My theater didn't have that..omg! But I was able to get a cup and a regular bucket. Honestly I just wore my eras tour shirt..and I was sad cuz another one I ordered hadn't arrived yet..oh well. It was the enchanted dress tour shirt and it would've been perfect! There weren't too many people though but it was fun to sing and dance out loud with just us there. I'm sure whatever you wear will be cute and you'll have a great time!!! I can't wait to hear what you think. Rep and Midnights eras were really fun!!! I might go again..maybe after 1989 is out or something..but I'm still planning to go to Les Mis next week too.

Btw..I think it's so cool that you were named after Cosette! My name is Kaleigh..pronounced kay lee..since my sister says you should at least know my name haha and her name is Rachael..in case you wanna know. Yep I always based my personality around being a twin haha but I am not talkative in real life..which people think of Geminis, but besides that maybe. I don't know that much about astrology..but I'm a Gemini Sun and Moon, and Leo or Cancer rising. All I know is Cancers are kinda sensitive right..or maybe that's Pisces and they're both water signs. The only thing I know about Sags are the fire sign. What are some of their other traits that are most like you? And are you a big birthday person? What are your plans? Holidays don't mean that much to me anymore..for a while, we always worked on holidays..so it makes me nostalgic as well. I like Christmas cuz we always make Christmas cookies. What about you? Do you do anything special?

Omg only $5..that's great! Ive never heard of that..but I also try to get Rush tickets as much as possible. How often would you watch shows? Like every month or week? Or was it only for some or at certain shows? I'm just curious. Ooh was seeing a West End show any different compared to Broadway? Or is it all the same as just seeing a show on tour? I don't really know..besides the official playbill logo of course. I would really like to go to London..to see a show.. and Paris someday..how many places have you traveled?

Yes I would like to.. so I could at least maybe compare it to the musical at some point. My sister has read it in high school but for some reason, my class skipped that and read Huck Finn instead I think. The same thing happened with Les Mis actually..my class did not read it..but we didn't get into the musical until later anyway haha. So that is on my list and I own copies and also maybe Little Women at some point. Don't worry about the ask though! But also Wuthering Heights..since I saw you reblogged a post, that has been on my list for a while and I never saw a movie version or anything. Do you recommend reading it? But yes to Gatsby whenever you want. It will be the free version on Google for me..idk if that matters or not.

Oh don't worry..there are so many days I don't have energy to read either and sometimes get busy too. But I am proud of myself for actually finishing the book!!! Even if it was just okay and I agree with how you felt. I think I have told you before..I have a problem with rating and knowing how good a book actually is. I rate more based on feelings or if it means something to me. So you might not have enjoyed it as much as me if you did get it..and the writing and style is very basic. I think it does have a lot of flaws and I just read it at the right time. I am still waiting for my sister to read it together so I can do a reread but it's also kind of a hard book to recommend cuz I'm not sure it's good but means something to me, and I'm still curious about the sequel. But the Today Tonight Tomorrow sequel..called Past Present and Future.. cover and summary are on Goodreads now..speaking of sequels, and if you're interested. It sounded pretty good just based on that. But yes totally of course..for the other Tomorrow book, lol and I might even read them at the same time..since I am basically done with Business or Pleasure too. You can share your thoughts about it if you want. I really like her writing I think. I think changing the title of your book is pretty common, she even said on her Instagram I went thru last week...the original title for Business or Pleasure was Unquotable, and Every Summer After originally had a different title as well, but I do find it interesting.

I hope you have an amazing day and time seeing the movie too!!! I can't wait for your reply and reactions. I'm sure everyone will love your pretty bracelets! 🩷🩷🩷

thank you!! 🤍 you're so kind! i am also trying to be better about recording when i do not feel ... good, so i have more data to show the doctor when i go back in the future!

renegade is SO good! i haven't listened to it lately but i do really, really love it. and thank you so much 🥹 i had so much fun making that bracelet — i've really missed being crafty since i quit bullet journaling, so i've been having a lot of fun! trying to make a bunch more bracelets for my friends going to international shows soon too — i have some friends over in australia & new zealand that are going to the sydney/melb shows, so i want to send them some bracelets, and then some friends over in europe who have their shows coming up, etc! and i want to make bracelets for some upcoming concerts of mine to hand out anyways — i think it's just fun and it's nice and an easy way to make friends!! i am not extroverted but i like talking to people/making friends at concerts!

i sent my list of favorite taylor songs to a friend a while ago, so i actually do have an answer for this — in no particular order: mirrorball, tied together with a smile, dear reader, cardigan, the outside, daylight, enchanted, the archer, jump then fall, long live (honorary mentions: you are in love, new romantics, forever & always, cold as you, mastermind, you're on your own kid, nothing new, and forever winter)!

omg how was the crowd? did you have fun! i usually eat dinner early early! like i eat dinner when my best friend eats her lunch haha. my eating schedule is so off because i'm usually up super early, etc. my mom went to an AMC near her work and picked up the pink bucket for me, i'm super lucky — i hope i'm able to get one for my friend tonight though! i'm going to be meeting a coworker for coffee and then going over to that area (hoping to pick up the tote bag/baton for another friend, and then grab something quick to eat before the movie). i really hope you get to see les mis; i'm SO excited for you!!!!

wait does your sister know about me? 🥹 that's so cute! hi kaleigh! hi rachael! i have a friend named kayleigh hehe! cancers are definitely quite sensitive/emotional — i am VERY much a cancer moon! and very much a sagittarius — i think very much like the archer! i am not a big birthday person, i actually do not really like doing a whole lot for my birthday! i do love christmas! what kind of cookies do you make?

and usually just for certain shows! i think it felt more like broadway, due to theatre sizing but i don't think there's like a huge huge difference! i've been very lucky to travel to a lot of places, but nowhere will beat home (hong kong) for me! i did really love london though, but a large part of what made that so special was that i got to meet an internet friend turned best friend in person for the first time!

i do enjoy wuthering heights, but it's not my favorite classic! little women is one of my top three, and i highly highly highly recommend it! and that's totally fine; let me know whenever you want to start! i'm busy this weekend but could start next week :) i saw the cover of PPF earlier and i'm really excited for it! hope you have a good day/weekend! <3

#post: answered #🩷 anon

[slythering-snake-boys]

My MC

So, I've seen a lot of people presenting their MCs and I thought I'd do the same, though I'm still trying to come up with good enough lore. I doubt what I have is as good as other people's - sounds cringy and really...normal? Idk, but whatever.

(Ready to fight Ranrok, Rookwood, Harlow and the rest of the world if necessary)

⬇️

Her name is Bomi Lee;

She's half Korean, half British, and a Muggle-born;

In Gryffindor, though she would've been okay with any other House;

Discovered she could wield magic when she accidentally got too excited during her 6th birthday party and set the cake on fire instead of blowing the candles - her parents were worried, but chalked it up to faulty candles;

When she was 14, she was on a school field trip, visiting some local castle's ruins, when Dark Wizards started attacking the Muggle children for sport;

Luckily, they were all saved by the teacher, Mrs Phillips (who was a witch), and a few wizards and witches who were her friends and had arrived to help;

All of the children were Obliviated, but during a headcount, the teacher couldn't find Bomi;

She searched for her with a few of the others until she went inside the castle and found Bomi in the throne room, in the corner, sobbing;

One of the Dark Wizards was dead, not too far from her, looking charred and like almost anything but human;

When Mrs Phillips approached her, she jumped, holding her face that was bleeding;

Her teacher quickly gave her a Wiggenweld potion and cast Episkey, but despite everything, the scar on her left cheek remained;

She kept repeating that he had hurt her, then there was a blue glow and then he was dead - that's how she got her scar (she is still somewhat insecure about it, but has learned to think of it as a sign of survival against something no normal person would usually escape with their life);

Her teacher comforted her, knowing that there was something special about her, so she wrote to Hogwarts;

Her parents were terrified and enraged when she returned and saw her scar, but the teacher explained everything, knowing there was no way Bomi would want them Obliviated;

At first, they denied that their daughter could wield magic or that magic existed in the first place;

But they slowly got used to it and even felt relief when the letter from Hogwarts arrived because that meant she'd be safe to practice her magic and learn how to better control it and protect herself;

Professor Fig and her teacher had been in contact as soon as she was assigned to him and soon, he became a grandfather figure of sorts to her as he helped her navigate her way through the wizarding world;

Professor Fig was pleasantly surprised with how fast she learned and caught up with others her age and even more so when her Ancient Magic came to light;

He considered the fact that he managed to connect her being able to wield Ancient Magic and Miriam's research as fate;

HCs:

Is a sweetheart and people-pleaser (still can't really say no when someone asks for her help);

But can and will kick ass if someone messes with her when she's angry or if anyone hurts her loved ones in any way;

Not against using Crucio, especially in cases like the above;

Can't blush (Sebastian still tries though);

Cries easily when/if someone yells at her, though she tries her hardest not to cry in front of that person and do it in private;

Hates appearing weak and defenceless which is why she trains hard when it comes to duelling;

Dyed her hair several colours before deciding on keeping it a light strawberry pink;

Never really had many friends, so she hoped things would change at Hogwarts;

Luckily, she became fast friends with Natty, Poppy, Sebastian and Ominis and Amit;

Still a bit on the fence about Garreth because he almost burned her robes once in Potions class;

Clashes with Imelda often, but in a fun way that always leaves them elbowing each other in the ribs playfully;

Leander kind of...disgusts her because of how he acts towards her and others, especially Slytherins, especially Sebastian;

Never manages to beat Natty at Summoners Court, but can beat everyone else;

Loves to duel thanks to Sebastian;

Even after everything that went down with Sebastian, she stood by him and attempted to support him and not let him fall into depression;

Whenever Ominis or she would hear from Anne, Bomi would be the one to tell Sebastian - she hoped it soothed his wounded heart a bit;

And she tried to gently rekindle the boys' friendship, but barely managed to get them to sit through their shared classes at the same table;

Whenever she or any of her friends are having a bad day, they go to the Room of Requirement and relax there or in one of the vivariums;

Loves all of her beasts equally and hopes to be able to save them all - Poppy agrees and helps her every time she can;

Though she secretly adores Nifflers and Thestrals;

Calls the Lord of the Shore her big and sweet baby because he loves belly rubs from her;

Her Boggart(s) are a huge spider, like the ones she had to fight, or her dead parents/friends, but sometimes, it would change to one of Death's Shadows that she had to fight during Niamh Fitzgerald's Trial - it was the only trial that really left a mark on her;

Loves reading and tries to do it as often as possible;

Her guilty pleasure is romance novels;

Professor Shah scares her the most;

Besides Professor Fig, she likes Professor Garlick and Sharp the most;

Doesn't know what she wants to become yet, but thinks that she might try to become an Auror or a Curse-Breaker;

Wants to travel the world;

Would love to try and research what Isidora was doing and how to use her Ancient Magic without repercussions, but in a much safer and controlled way;

But wouldn't go against the Keepers' wishes or her promise to Professor Fig if it turned out there was no way of using such power for good without anyone suffering because of it;

Still wants to help Anne, if possible, but wouldn't resort to Dark Magic again;

Pets every cat she comes across in Hogwarts;

When she can't sleep, she sits in front of the minstrel's portrait in the Great Hall and listens to him for hours - accidentally fell asleep there once or twice;

Wishes she could tame a dragon...or more;

May or may not have trouble pinpointing her exact feelings about two certain Slytherin boys - after all, she values their friendship;

#bomi's stuff #my mc #hogwarts legacy

[hollowsart]

-throws a bunch of advertisements at you guys-

Viz is my favorite ✨

#my art #deltarune #addisons #deltarune addisons #phone doodle #hate the name for the pink one but whatever. can't think of anything better #named after different types of online advertising i guess

[books-and-catears]

I liked the one about a ghost MC it was a really cute idea! I wanted to request something similar, where the MC who has a the appearance of the Japanese slit mouthed woman. She is a regular human and you can decide if she got the scar's from an accident or not, but she always where's a face mask to hide it and eats alone rather then with the brothers. When she's asked why they say "People can't eat when I they see my face." But one day she finally trusts the brothers enough to show her face.

OH MY GOD I KNOW THIS GHOST. If I'm not wrong, this ghost is called the Kuchisake Onna, kuchi meaning mouth.

This is so wholesome I love it. Your asks are so adorable :')

It has been forever since the accident. And yet the scar makes it feel like yesterday. Two scars running up towards your cheeks, making it look like you're constantly smiling. You hated mirrors at this point, without your mask especially.

You hear loud talking from the dining room downstairs as you stare at your meal on your study table. When was the last time you ate a meal with other people?

"What do you mean you won't eat with us MC?" Mammon and Asmo parotted every other day.

"People can't eat when they see my face." You left with that reply, refusing to answer the follow up questions.

Yours was a face only a mother could love, they said. Some screamed, some smiled sympatheticallly, the others nervously scattered away from the last time you tried to eat out by yourself. The restaurant requested you to leave since they were losing customers.

You walk up to the stairway, watching the brothers in their usual chaos. Maybe - just maybe, they won't be repulsed. Surely they've seen more horrifying things than you?

"Um..." You cleared your throat loudly. All of them stopped and looked at you. You usually never showed up until half an hour after meals.

But today you called out to the one of them. "Would you mind eating with me tonight...?"

Lucifer

"Of course I wouldn't mind MC."

He promptly got up with his plate as if he was already prepped for this day. Swiftly follows you into your room.

He sat down across you and began eating normally. "Thank you for inviting me in MC. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Nothing just..." You said untying your mask. "It felt like a good day." The mask fell off your face into your lap.

You paused and stared at Lucifer. He only looked shocked for a split second before a hidden rage clouded beneath his eyes. "Did someone deliberately-"

"No it was an accident. I was getting my teeth fixed when the lights went out and I moved. And something cut through my- well you can see." You explained.

"I see. Well that's quite unfortunate." Lucifer said and began picking at his plate.

You felt uneasy as chewed your food."You can leave if you feel repulsed. I wouldn't force you to-"

"No such thing MC. I was just thinking of consulting Satan and Solomon. Surely they know of spells that can heal your scars if you want them gone." Lucifer replied promptly. "And it's going to take a lot more than scars to scare us demons away."

"Lucifer...thank you." You said quietly.

"If possible I'd like to eat dinner with you from now on, MC. Frankly it's much calmer and it's a relief from my brothers."

After a long time, you laugh without your mask on.

Mammon

"I'll be right there, MC!"

Hurriedly grabs whatever food he has making a mess and jumps to his feet. He is in such a hurry, it's a miracle he didn't drop half of his dinner.

He plops down across the table from you, grinning ear to ear. "Of course you'd choose the Great Mammon to eat with ya!"

You nodded and chuckled, "Of course. But would you choose to eat with me?" Your pulled your mask away from your face.

His eyes went wide and then watery in the same instant. Is he..crying? "I-Im sorry..." You feel horrible so you hurry and tie the mask back up. Mammon grabs your hands and holds them down.

"I'm not crying stupid human! I'm just...you..you must have been in pain..when that happened." He said. "Who did this to you..."

"It's okay it was an accident, Mammon." You try to calm him down.

"Then why do you hide it? It's not even your fault!" Mammon said pouting. You looked down, "People get uncomfortable..."

Mammon shot up from his chair. "WHO DARE MAKE YOU FEEL BAD ABOUT IT? Show me I'll get them all! Noone messes with my human! I'm yer protector ain't I?! You never have to wear that thing around me!"

You blushed as he moved forward and hugged you, burying your face into his shoulder. "Mammon..."

You knew he was the best protector out there.

Leviathan

"I'm coming right away, don't worry MC!"

Stumbles around with his plate at your sudden invitation. His day has come. He is the chosen one.

He struggles to sit down, feeling estatic and nervous at the same time. "I didn't think you'd want to eat with me of all people, MC..."

"After tonight, maybe you'll feel that way about me Levi..." You said, taking off your mask. His face lit up as he let out a loud "Woahhh!"

Thinking he was scared you tried to hide it again before he screamed, "MC you look just like my favourite character from that horror romance anime "I fell for my best friend's scarred smile! That's so cool!"

You blink at him, blushing. What is with him and his oddly specific anime names!? Levi was oblivious to your shock ,going off at his own tangent. "You could pull off the perfect cosplay, come to my room tomorrow I can design it for you and then I'll make my own to go with it and we can go to the next convention-"

"Levi Levi calm down you'll run out of breath!" You couldn't hold in your laughter.

He stared at you awestruck,"So cute...why would you hide that cute face MC?" You shake your head, "Not everyone sees it as cute Levi."

"Well sucks for them to be such stupid normies." Levi blushed and scoffed.

Levi was the best friend everyone deserves and you were glad to have him.

Satan

"I'd be delighted to join you MC."

Was slightly taken aback at first but quickly composes himself and his dinner and follows you. His pace faster than usual.

Pulls out your chair for you like a gentleman and sits down himself. You smile and blush at the action. "So how was your day MC?" He asks like a gentleman, avoiding the elephant in the room, choosing it normalise it. You let the mask fall off your face.

"Oh..." Satan sat up straight, his shoulders stiff, his eyes going wide in anger. "Who dared to-"

"No no no Satan it was an accident!" You had to explain the whole thing for him to calm down. Then he nodded and held out his palm. "May I see how the deep the scar is MC?"

That was new. Noone has wanted to touch your scars before. When you nod, he reaches out and runs his fingers softly across your scars. "Hmm don't worry. They're not too deep. I can have them gone in a matter of days. That is if you'd like to me to."

It's like he knew. As much as you hated that scar, it kind of helped you see people's true intentions. You looked down unsure. Satan held your hand. "It's normal to get attached to scars you have for too long. None of us here will treat you any differently with or without it."

You smiled at him and held one of his fingers playfully. He laughed, his cheeks turning pink. "Ah now that's a smile I'd love to see everyday. May I have dinner with you more often MC?"

"Of course." His words and his presence were always calming to you.

Asmodeus

"I was wondering when you'd ask MC!"

Daintily picks up all of things and paces after you. He was excited but he restrained himself but he didn't want to scare you off.

Sits down close to you, smiling gleefully. He's just happy to be there with you. Grabs something off your plate with a fork and holds it upto your mouth. "MC come here let me feed you!"

It was probably the most nerve wracking to open your mask in front of him. The Avatar of Lust, the most beautiful being in Hell, and you- ugh, what's the point? You've come this far, let's get it over with. You put your mask down, bite off the potato off his fork.

You'd think Asmo would probably gasp and act all dramatic and hysterical. But instead he cupped your face, his eyes filled with worry and tenderness. "MC how long have you had this...?"

"A little over three years." You answered honestly. Asmo looked like he was about to cry. "You've been hiding away your pretty face from people for three years..." Asmo pulled you in a hug. "Noone deserves that. It's too lonely."

"Oh I'd hardly call it pretty-" Before you can even retort, he is glaring and pouting at you, holding your shoulders.

"I think I know beauty a little better than you, MC. And I say you're gorgeous and I'm going to eat with you everyday now." Asmo huffed to which you laughed.

Everyone deserves a hypeman like Asmo in their lives.

Beelzebub

"Oh? Me? Sure MC!"

Is surprised but happily goes along with you with all his food. You know he loves you when he gets midway from eating just to eat in your room.

He sits across, already muching away at his food. "Thank you for asking me to eat with you MC." You nod and tentatively take your mask off, trying not to draw too much attention for it.

Beel looks up shocked, his mouth full of food but he stopped chewing. He involuntarily reaches out to touch you, "Does it hurt MC?"

You shake your head. "It's years old Beel. It's okay. " Beel looks genuinely relieved at that and goes back to eating again. He doesn't seem bothered by it at all after that.

"Say MC will you be free next week? I could use your help in the new workout I'm doing. I need to train particular muscles for the big game they said." He switched to a whole new topic just like that. "Also this means I get to eat with you every day right?"

You felt warm inside. You were more than just your scar and Beel made you feel like that by hardly saying anything at all.

Belphegor

"...me huh? No I wouldn't mind."

Has a smug grin on his face as he gathers up his meal and slowly heads upward with you, making sure his brothers see how you chose him over the others. Cheeky cow.

He sits leaning into you cause he's too lazy to sit up straight. "So what's the special occasion MC? A face reveal?" Wow this one is direct.

He is staring right at you, as you pull off the mask slowly, thinking if it was a bad idea. His eyes grow wide for a split second before his fingers are already near your mouth feeling the scars.

"Deliberate or accident?" He asks. "Accident." You answer. He nods, "Good. I'm too tired today, wouldn't be able to take appropriate revenge." His fingers never leave your face.

"Is that why you keep it covered? You're embarrassed of it?" He asks. You think about it for a while. "I think I accepted it, it just seemed to make people uncomfortable and scared, if I smiled or opened my mouth to eat." You answer.

He smirked. "Then smile more. Let their cowardly selves feel uncomfortable. It's their problem that they can't see how cute your smile is."

That was surprisingly thoughtful. You smiled at him. "Thanks..."

He smirked back, "Also I'm going to be eating here from now on. My brothers annoy me."

He's cheeky but he has a good heart. Smiling never felt so easy.

#obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me levi #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me mammon #obey me asmo #obey me fluff #obey me imagine #obey me game #obey me angst #obey me angst fic

[mackenzielovee]

princess - rafe cameron

a/n: this was a request from @gpiggy98 I hope I did your idea justice! please let me know if you enjoy!

Summary: You've got a crush on Rafe Cameron, but being from two different sides of the island, you know you have to keep it in.

Warnings: swearing, kissing, mentions of buying/consuming drugs

my writing

The Cut is your side of the island. It belongs to the Pogues. You and your friends don't like seeing any of the Kooks on your side of the island for any reason - which is why you can never understand the feeling that happens in your chest when you pull up to Barry's and see Rafe Cameron's bike sitting out front.

You buy weed from Barry for you and your friends - mainly JJ. He smokes a lot. And JJ always sends you to get more from Barry because you push your boobs up before you go in and wind up walking out with more weed for less money. Barry's a classic man, easy to manipulate with your body.

You walk up to the porch of Barry's place, seeing he and Rafe standing there, talking. You walk up and open the door, watching as the two of them turn around to look at you. Barry smiles, but you're too focused on Rafe's smirk when he sees you.

"Hey, boys," you greet.

"Afternoon, girly," Barry's still smiling at you, staring at the low cut top you have on.

"Hey, princess," Rafe teases you.

"Don't call me princess," you tell him, purposely using your pointer finger to tap on his chest. He smirks wider as you touch him.

"Sorry," he says, "Sweetheart."

You glare, but Barry starts talking before you can shoot back a response.

"Here for your usual?"

You nod, letting out a small 'yeah', watching Barry slip off into the trailer to get your shit.

"You still smoking Barry's shitty ass weed?" Rafe asks you, taking a seat and keeping his eyes on you.

"It's not shitty ass weed," you say, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Hmm," Rafe hums, "You sure do buy a lot of weed for one girl."

You look over at him and grin, "How come you're paying attention to my orders?"

Rafe shakes his head, breaking eye contact with you for the first time to glance at the floor. You caught him.

"It's not all for me," you continue, "It's for my friends."

"Ah," Rafe looks up again, "JJ Maybank, right? Something going on between the two of you?"

You make a disgusted face at him, immediately answering his question, "Hell no. He's my best friend."

"You can fuck your friends," Rafe grins.

You roll your eyes, "You can fuck anyone."

Rafe stands now, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he steps over to you.

"Yeah?" he asks, his voice raspy.

"Oh hell no," Barry says from the doorway, "You two gotta get a room for that shit."

You and Rafe both are staring, not being able to get enough of one another. He breaks away first, sitting down on the couch again.

Barry steps over to you and hands you your shit, then mumbles out a number to you. You hand him the cash, then say thank you quickly.

"Well, I would've charged you less if it was me you were flirtin' with," Barry tells you, smirking.

"Maybe next time," you pat him on the shoulder.

"Go smoke that shitty ass weed, sweetheart," Rafe teases you, "We'll see you here in a few days."

You turn to him, laughing lightly at his comment. He smiles, happy he made you laugh.

"Count on it, Cameron. Thanks, Barry," you nod to him, then turn around and walk toward the door.

"And, hey," Rafe calls after you, you don't turn around, "If you're ever looking for something stronger, my door's always open. Princess."

He adds the last part just to get a reaction out of you, so you don't give him one. You bite your lip to hide a smile, then walk out without even glancing at him. You hear Barry say something to Rafe once you're off the porch, but you can't make it out.

You make it back to John B's  house quickly with the weed, tossing it to JJ to start rolling up.

"Yo, thank God," JJ smiles when it falls into his lap, "How much?"

"Twenty," you reply, "I even pushed my boobs up, too."

JJ snickers, "Damn, that usually works."

Kie rolls her eyes, unable to understand why you allow JJ to use you to get drugs for him because of your body. John B comes out onto the porch, greeting you.

"Pope, you gonna smoke with us, brother?" JJ teases him, knowing Pope doesn't smoke.

"Keeping the signal clear, JJ," Pope replies, keeping his nose in his book out on the hammock.

"Rafe was there," you tell them, trying to keep your expression emotionless, so as not to give away your little crush on him.

"Asshole," JJ mutters under his breath.

Your eyes shoot up and look at the blonde boy, who's too busy focusing on rolling a joint to notice. You shrug, gaining the attention of Kiara.

"He's not that bad," you say.

"Did he say anything to you?" Kie asks, her voice sounding like she's ready to kick Rafe's ass if he had done anything bad.

"He told me Barry sells shitty weed," you mumble.

You almost regret bringing it up, always forgetting that your friends hate him so much. Every run in with the Kooks has mostly involved Topper - like the night Topper and John B fought at the beach. Rafe wasn't even involved.

"What the fuck would Rafe Cameron know about weed?" JJ snickers, "And why is he even chilling with Barry?"

"I think he does some harder shit," you speak up, ignoring Kiara's lingering stare, "That's the impression I got, anyway."

Kiara's glare turns into a smirk as you look down at your lap again, fumbling with the hem of your shirt.

"You sure do know a lot about him," Kiara says, her smirk only widening when your cheeks turn pink.

You just shrug, not really knowing what to say to defend yourself. Kie lets it go, thankfully, you just sit back and wait for JJ to deliver you a blunt. When he finally hands it to you, you hope and pray that you can smoke away a crush.

You spent the night at John B's and then hung out in the morning, taking off for your house later on in the afternoon. John B offered to drive you, but you told him it was fine. You could tell he wanted to go out on the boat with JJ, anyway.

The walk turns brutal quickly. It's humid as hell and you can feel sweat greasing your forehead only a few steps in. It's not too far of a walk, you keep telling yourself.

The sound of a car coming behind you doesn't even phase you at first. You just keep going, reaching up to wipe sweat from your neck. As you hear it get closer to you, you spin around and glance, noticing the truck. And the boy in the driver's seat.

"Hey, princess," Rafe smirks as he rolls the window down, "Need a ride?"

You stop and take a deep breath, taking in the sight of him and realizing your crush is not going away any time soon.

"Is it that obvious?" you reply, wiping sweat from your forehead.

Rafe smirks, "Get in."

You sigh and nod, then walk around the front of the truck to hop in the passenger side. You see the grin on Rafe's face and shake your head, wondering what the hell he's thinking.

"What are you even doing on our side of the island?" you ask him once you're inside.

"Heading to Barry's," he replies.

He tears his eyes away from you and puts the truck in drive, intentionally reaching out and setting his hand on the headrest of your seat. You notice him move out of the corner of your eye, but you don't mention it to him.

"You're there a lot," you state, then silently curse yourself for making such an obvious observation.

"He gives me drugs a lot," Rafe laughs, but it sounds more sarcastic to you than funny.

Silence falls over the car, as you don't really know what to say in response. You can tell Rafe feels uncomfortable with it because he starts shifting in his seat.

"So," Rafe starts up again, "Are you going to the movie thing tomorrow night?"

You steal a glance at him, and he steals one at you, so you both look away. Rafe tries to hold in a smile, and so do you.

"Yeah," you reply, "All of us are. Take a left up here."

Rafe nods his head, glancing over at you again, "All of us?"

"Yeah, all of us," you repeat, finally gaining the courage to look at him again. You smirk, knowing he wants to know who that entails, but aren't telling him. He grins at you and shakes his head.

"Maybank? John B? That nerdy kid?"

"His name is Pope," you correct, laughing when Rafe rolls his eyes.

"Okay, whatever. But you're going?" he questions.

"Yes," you reply, smiling at him when he looks over at you.

"Maybe I'll see you there," he's teasing you now, and you know it.

You don't answer him, which you know will drive him crazy, you just look back out onto the road and then point.

"Take a right up there, and then it's the third house on the left."

Rafe nods and obeys your instructions, not saying anything else about movie night. When he pulls up in front of your driveway, he shuts the truck off completely.

"You know," he starts, "You could come to Barry's with me. Hang out. Try some better shit than that fucking weed."

You laugh and shake your head as you reach over and hit him on the shoulder. He takes a risk and reaches up as you do this, grabbing your hand and taking it in his.

"I mean it," he says, his voice more serious than it was before.

You stare at him, at his eyes, and your face drops from the laughter. You can feel his skin on yours, and you'd be lying if you said you hated it.

"I can't," you say finally, "I haven't been home in, like, two days."

He looks at you, confused, then his eyes drop and he releases your hand.

"You've been with them," he figures out, "Which one are you with, then, if not Maybank?"

You look at him like he's crazy, but he refuses to look up at you again. He's just staring at the spot on the seat of the truck that has a stain on it.

"I'm not with any of them," you tell him.

You watch his eyes slowly glance up to look at you, trying to figure out if you are serious or not.

"But you're sleeping there?"

"On the couch," you tell him, then add, "Alone."

He nods his head, still not entirely convinced. You're not sure why you even feel the need to explain yourself to him, because you know it's none of his business. But, for some reason, you just really care about what he thinks.

"Have you ever done anything with any of them? he asks, his voice quiet.

"No," you say, your voice strong, "And I wouldn't, either."

"Okay."

You aren't sure what to say or do, so you just reach out and grab the door handle to get out of the truck.

"Thank you for the ride," you tell him.

"Anytime," he gives you a small smile.

You pull open the door and hop out, then look up to him again before you close the door.

"So, see you tomorrow night?" you ask.

Rafe breaks out into a grin after that. Of course, his smile makes you smile.

"Absolutely, princess," he's laughing now.

You roll your eyes and flip him off, then shut the door and start up the driveway. You know he's watching you, so you don't turn around. Just to drive him crazy.

The next night at movie night, you can't help but continue to glance around and see if Rafe has arrived yet. Pope and JJ have been acting strange ever since you all arrived, and to make it worse, John B had bailed on coming.

"Okay, what is with the two of you?" Kiara asks Pope and JJ as they keep looking over their shoulder.

"Nothing, Kie, Jesus," JJ mutters.

"Really? Because it seems like you fucked up," she snaps back. She knows better than to believe JJ when he says nothing is wrong.

"Kiara, please," Pope says, a fearful look in his eye. Kie just rolls her eyes in response, telling herself that what she doesn't know can't hurt her.

"I'm going to get something to drink," you stand, "Anyone else?"

"Coke, please," Kiara says, holding up cash in the air for you to grab.

"Boys?" you ask, but they're too busy whispering to each other, so you walk away.

The second you get a place in line, you see him. He's with Topper and Kelce, of course, but you can't help raking your eyes over him. He looks so good to you, and you're not used to that. He glances over and sees you just a second later, catching you red handed. He says something to the boys and then starts walking toward you, immediately making your stomach flip.

"Hey," he says once he gets to you, "What's up?"

You shrug, trying to play it cool, "I'm on drink duty."

Rafe smiles, and you watch as he then glances over at your friends.

"Hey, uh, JJ and... um," he trails off.

"Pope," you remind him, watching as he snaps his fingers once you tell him.

"Pope, yes, um, JJ and Pope didn't happen to mention anything to you about what they did, did they?" he asks, staring at you for any sign of deception.

"What are you talking about?" you say, staring right back.

Rafe quickly shakes his head and changes his expression, "Nothing. Just curious."

"What-" you start, but Topper comes up behind Rafe and interrupts.

"Excuse me," Topper grins, and you can tell without even smelling him that he's been drinking, "Do you mind if I borrow him? Dude, super hot girls, ten o'clock."

You look down at the ground, breaking your stare with Rafe. You don't hear Rafe say anything, but after a second, Topper pulls him away.

"What are you doing, talking up a Pogue?" you hear Topper ask him as they walk off.

You can't help but feel slightly hurt that after all of the daydreaming you did about seeing Rafe here, that that was all you were going to get. You know Topper is an asshole, but you never imagined Rafe would be, too.

You get the drinks and popcorn for yourself, the return back over to the boys, but before you can even sit, JJ grabs your arm and pulls you down.

"Why were you talking to Rafe?" he asks you, his voice urgent.

"He was asking me if I'd heard from Barry," you lie quickly, "Why?"

You want to know what the hell is going on, but you want the truth from the boys.

"No reason," Pope says, waving you off.

You send a glance to Kiara, silently telling her that something is going on. You know it must be bad if the two of them are keeping secrets from you and Kie.

"Liars," you mutter, but they're too wrapped up in themselves to hear.

You go and sit by Kie, not even noticing that Rafe and his friends have chosen to sit directly behind you guys. You feel something hit your back, and when you turn, Rafe is smirking widely at you. Popcorn lies in the grass just behind you. You glance at Topper and notice that he and Kelce are both turned around talking to girls, which is probably the only reason Rafe is trying to get your attention.

You know you can't speak, because his friends and yours will all hear. So, instead, you take some of your popcorn and throw it back, careful that Kiara is still staring at her phone. Rafe laughs and moves to the side, avoiding your throw. He throws one pieces at you, and while you're busy ducking from that one, he tosses another one. It hits you, making him laugh loudly.

Of course, that attracts attention. You hear Pope gasp beside you, and then he and JJ frantically whispering to one another. Topper turns around, too, eyeing you. He punches Rafe in the arm and mutters something, but you can't hear it. When Topper goes back to the girls, Rafe rolls his eyes and shrugs at you.

Before you can silently respond, Kiara turns and looks to you, which makes you face forward to avoid suspicion.

Once the movie begins, you relax. You finally have something to focus on other than the fact that Rafe is six feet away from you. Throughout the movie, you can feel pieces of popcorn hit your back every so often, and occasionally, you pretend to glance over your shoulder and fire one back. With all of the eyes looking around the two of you, you know you have to be careful.

About halfway through the movie, JJ and Pope get up and start to walk away.

"Where are you going?" Kiara whispers to them.

JJ turns around, "We gotta piss."

Kiara looks at you and makes a face, wondering if you found it as weird as she did.

"Are you gonna hold it for each other?" she hisses.

"Shut up, Kie," JJ replies, rolling his eyes.

You shrug at her, turning your attention back to the movie. It dawns on you that you haven't felt anything hit you in a minute, so you glance slightly behind you to see what's going on. You half spin turns into a whole spin around when you notice that Rafe and the boys aren't sitting there anymore. You turn to Kie and point, silently asking her what the hell is going on.

"Something's definitely wrong," you say to her.

You both stand up and head off into the direction the boys went, which is behind the screen of the movie. The tree they had gone to has nobody near it, so you start looking around. That's when you hear it.

"Topper, get off of him!"

"Over here," Kie grabs your arm and pulls you, heading in the direction that the voice came from.

Once you both get behind the screen, you see the boys. They're punching and yelling like crazy, and while you know you should be worried about JJ and Pope, all you can look for is Rafe. Pope and Rafe are going at it, but all you can see is Pope hitting Rafe, not the other way around. Kiara jumps in and goes to help JJ, so you run to Pope.

"Y/N!" Pope yells out to you, his voice relieved.

"Get off of him, Pope!" you yell, grabbing ahold of his shirt and yanking him away.

Pope stares at you, confusion and betrayal written all over his face. Rafe backs up, wiping blood from his lip and nose. A fire erupts on the movie screen, making the other boys stop and let go of JJ.

"What the fuck!" Pope screams at you, "Why are you protecting him?"

Topper rushes over and grabs ahold of Rafe, Kelce not far behind.

"Let's get out of here, man," Topper tells him, but Rafe holds back.

"I'm sorry," you say to Pope, but it seems to fall on deaf ears. JJ steps over beside Pope, bloody and beaten.

"Why did you do that?" Pope presses. You look around at your friends, not even bothering to look at Rafe.

"Pope-"

"No fucking bullshit, Y/N. Why the fuck would you pull me off of him?"

"Because I care about him, all right?" you shout, blowing up without even meaning to, "I'm falling for him and I fucked up, Pope."

Kie joins the boys, and you watch as they all stare at you like a complete stranger. You hear Topper crack up behind you, but the tears are already stinging your eyes at this point. You're sure Rafe and the boys will run off and laugh about this whole thing.

So, instead, you decide to take off first. You turn away from your friends and look to Rafe only for a second before you run away from all of them.

"Aww," you hear Topper snicker.

You make it far quickly, not stopping for anything. The tears are really falling now, and there's nothing you can do to stop them. You just want to get back to your house, fall asleep, and never think about this night again. You curse yourself for being so stupid in the first place. Someone like Rafe Cameron could never have feelings for you.

"Y/N!" you hear, but you don't stop until you hear it again.

You turn around and wipe your cheeks and eyes out, not knowing what to think when you see Rafe rushing toward you. You swallow, scared he's going to make fun of you.

"Hey," he says once he reaches you, "You run pretty fast."

"Well, tell Topper it comes with being a Pogue," you snap, embarrassed that your voice comes out nasally because of the crying.

"Hey, now," Rafe reaches out and grabs onto your arms, which confuses you. After what you just admitted, how could he want to touch you?

"Rafe-" you start, but he shakes his head.

"Don't you dare apologize," he says, his voice soft, "I haven't even told you how I feel yet."

Your eyes grow wide as he speaks, but you're sure he'll just tell you that you two are better off friends. How could he not?

"You don't have to say anything," you say, sounding ashamed. The last thing you want is to have the pity conversation with him.

"Yes, I do," he says, bringing one hand up to your face to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, "I feel the same way. Honest. I never, ever stop thinking about you-"

"If you're lying-" you start, but he hushes you.

"I'm not, all right? Why do you think I hang out at Barry's so much? It's because I never know when you're coming around, and the last thing I wanna do is miss you when you do. Believe me, Barry's not that cool to hang with."

You laugh, and it somehow seems to make all the tension in the air go away. Rafe grins at you and pulls you in by the back of your neck for a hug, allowing him to breathe in your scent.

"I think we should give it a shot," he states, speaking softly against your head. You can feel his lips moving against your scalp, and it oddly relaxes you.

"Really?" you ask, practically melting Rafe's heart.

"Absolutely, princess," he smirks, giving you a short kiss on the top of your head.

You look up at him and he looks down at you, and before either of you know it, he's shoving you back against a tree with his lips on yours. Everything about him seems to intoxicate you - better than any shitty ass weed Barry can provide. Rafe's lips against yours make you feel like you're on the best high of your life.

After a few minutes, Rafe breaks the kiss and stares down at you, observing your pink lips.

"You with me?" he asks you, catching his breath.

"Hell yes," you reply, letting your lips fall in the same spot as they sat before.

With him.

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[rendevousz]

niagara falls of blood?

avengers x fem!teen!reader

summary: pretty much what the title is, you on your period

warnings: your moodswings ig

word count: 2765

"rise and shine, y/n!" you hear an annoying voice sing just as the lights flickered on. you grumbled something inaudible, hiding underneath your blanket to shield yourself from the brightness that steve just brought upon your room.

"y/n/n, come on. wakey-wakey!" you groan, feeling super unmotivated to train today. you even felt like punching steve in his perfect-looking face just for waking you up at the crack ass of dawn. this was unusual because you loved jogs before the sun came up and trainings before it hit noon.

"steve, if you don't shut the hell up right now, i'm gonna push you into that lake beside our usual jogging route."

"jeez, y/n, woke up on the wrong side or what?" he teases, finally leaving once he saw you were already sitting up. you groggily walked to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth before changing into your workout clothes.

"no!" you whine when you saw that you were on your period. that's why you were in a crappy mood when steve woke you up. you begrudgingly dressed up after putting on a pad, grabbing a small towel on the way out.

like you did every morning, you were gonna go on a run with steve, bucky and sam. while you loved running, you hated how steve and bucky "cheated" —as you and sam liked to call it— with their super soldier staminas. that was why you loved having sam there. not only was he great company but he was also moral support because you two would always be hilariously overtook by steve and bucky multiple times. but that didn't matter because you two would always be completely immersed in your conversations every time.

but not today though. you already knew today was going to be different. you had gotten a bad start to the day with steve's and your usual morning routine which somehow annoyed you this one time. and having to run around with your cramps definitely didn't help lighten your mood.

"kid, you okay?" sam asks from your right side. you'd been silent throughout the whole run and sam knew something was up when you didn't laugh at his jokes like how you usually would. "just cramps. they're hurting a lot so i'm probably gonna skip training today." you explain and he slowed down his pace causing you to slow down too since you always had to run side by side.

"y/n/n, you should probably stop now if you're having cramps. it might make it worse—i think? i don't know, actually. i don't know how periods work but i know cramps hurt a lot so i think you should stop. yeah, you should stop." his rambling speech made you feel a bit better now knowing he wants you to take care of yourself. "you know what? yeah, i think i'm gonna go. sorry i have to leave you with the two cheaters."

he smiled at you, telling you not to worry about it. you were touched and your mood significantly brightened but before you could reply him, rhythmic footsteps echoed from a distance from behind you two and you knew what was coming.

"on your left."

before steve and bucky could just pass by peacefully like they did the past nine times, you managed to throw a punch to steve's side, effectively slowing him down when he stumbled and then completely stopped. "what gives, y/n?!" bucky then stopped too, wanting to know what was up.

"that's for this morning." you glared at him and he looked at you in confusion, holding onto his side where you punched him. though you were significantly smaller than he was—than any of them were, really—, you could definitely throw a punch. speaking of punch, you gave him another on his other side and he flinched, giving you an incredulous look, one that resembled betrayal.

"and that's for being a cheater." you narrowed your eyes at him. "oN yOuR LeFt." you mocked him, rolling your eyes before ultimately leaving the trio to walk back to the tower. they looked at your fading figure and exchanged looks with each other in confusion. "what...what just happened?"

"y/n's on her period so we gotta be careful with her." sam explained and steve being steve, his cheeks tinted slight pink as the thought slightly embarrassed him.

"period? you mean the niagra falls of blood," bucky states, taking a long sip out his water bottle. sam rolled his eyes at this but nodded anyways. "also, she doesn't want training today so unless any of you have a death wish, don't call her down for anything other than for food, got it?"

"yes, sir."

"got it."

-

"you do it,"

"i don't want to, you do it."

"can one of you just do it? why don't you guys want to wake y/n up?" nat stopped bucky and steve's little argument as she turned away from the stove for a bit. "you two love waking her up and carrying her down to eat. what happened?"

"womanhood happened," steve mumbled bitterly, rubbing his sides where you hit him this morning. apparently you had hit him hard enough to bruise a little. nat rolled her eyes in realisation. "period?"

"no, no, not period. satan's montly ritual inside of y/n. you should've seen her this morning, nat. it was like she was possessed!" steve exaggerates. "okay, let's not be dramatic here," bucky rolls his eyes at his best friend. steve only looked at him with fear in his eyes and bucky sighs. "fine, i'll do it. but if i don't return, tell sam he still can't have my snacks. no one can have my snacks."

nat only shakes her head before turning back to the stove to finish cooking lunch.

meanwhile, bucky was making his way up to your room. deep down he was scared to face you after your episode in the morning. "y/n/n? doll, it's lunch." he spoke when he entered your room. he melted when he saw you all snuggled up in bed, asleep, hugging your life-sized teddy bear that tony gifted you last christmas.

"doll? time to eat," he whispered, gently shaking you awake. you slowly opened your eyes to see bucky sitting on your bed, trying to wake you up from your nap. "what time is it?" you asked, rubbing your eyes, your lips jutting out subconsciously. bucky internally cooed at how adorable you looked. "it's afternoon, you skipped breakfast so nat wants you to eat lunch." he tells you.

"tell her i'm sleepy," you said, adjusting yourself back under the blanket. "y/n/n, you gotta eat. nat's gonna kill me if i go back down there without you." he shakes you again and you look up at him with you doe eyes. "then don't go back down. cuddle me, jamesie!" you pouted, giving him your best sad puppy look.

he had a brief internal battle with himself before losing and giving in, slipping next to you and hugging you, providing you warmth that even your blanket couldn't provide. bucky knew nat would have his head but how could he say no to that adorable face? and you using his real name? ultimate weakness.

soon, you were back asleep, cuddling up to him. he smiled down at you, loving how peaceful you seemed when you were sleeping. and before he knew it, he too fell asleep.

-

"what's taking him so long?" nat huffed and steve's jaw dropped slightly, looking at her in worry. "who's telling sam he can't have bucky's snacks?"

"don't be ridiculous, steve. go get them or i'm telling sam he can't have your snacks too." steve sighs, getting up from the barstool and making his way up to your room.

safe to say he was expecting pretty much anything but the sight of you and bucky asleep, cuddled up to each other. steve's lips jutted out and he cooed at you both. he snapped a quick picture before approaching you two, sitting on your bed beside your sleeping figure.

"y/n/n? sweetie, you need to eat." he says softly as he shook you awake. the shaking seemed to wake bucky up too and when your eyes fluttered open, steve smiled down at you. "bubba? it's lunch," he looks over at bucky in disappointment for having fallen asleep when he had a task. bucky only shrugs his shoulders as if saying 'hey man, i had no choice'.

"stevie?" you groaned out and he smiled. "come on, let's go have lunch, nat is waiting downstairs." he tries to get you to sit up but you resist. "come sleep, stevie," you pulled the same trick you did with bucky and it's no surprise the blond super-soldier fell for it too. everyone had a soft spot for you.

steve laid next to you and you're then sandwiched between two super-soldiers, already falling back asleep in just seconds.

"you know nat's gonna kill us, right buck?"

"then let her try. we can use y/n/n to get out of it. i mean, can you even recall the last time anyone said no to that adorable face?"

"sam says no to her sometimes."

"yeah but he always ends up feeling bad so,"

"okay yeah, you're right."

"that's exactly why we're stuck in this situation, right dear ol' stevie? so i say we just sleep and if nat tries to scold us, we'll technically be under y/n/n's protection because nat won't scream in our faces in front of her."

"good call. night, buck."

"night, steve."

-

"i can't believe i sent two super-soldier idiots to go wake up y/n on her period. i didn't think they meant it literally when they were afraid they weren't gonna come back." nat paces around the kitchen and wanda watches in amusement. it had been almost a whole hour since bucky was sent to get you and thirty minutes since steve was sent to do so too and both men hadn't returned with you for lunch.

"do you really think y/n/n is having a temper tantrum or something and those idiots are caught in the middle of it?" nat asks and wanda shook her head. "i doubt. y/n can get a little cranky but only if provoked. y/n on her period is overall a sweetheart like she always is. maybe steve was being annoying this morning. i mean, he always is annoying during morning jogs because he always has to announce when he overtakes us." wanda rolls her eyes at the fact.

"okay, you know what? come with me to get them. i mean with our joint forces, there's no way we're going to get sucked into whatever those idiots did. let's go,"

nat didn't give the younger woman a chance to reply before she's storming upstairs to your room and wanda had no choice but to rush along.

-

"well? are we going to wake them up or what?" wanda asks nat, not taking her eyes off the adorable sight she was met with right as she entered your room.

"i want to get mad at steve and bucky for not waking her up because she hasn't eaten yet but somehow i can't." nat states, looking like she's having an existential crisis.

"well, no lunch for these three, i guess. they better have dinner though or i'm actually going to get mad. let's go, wands." nat closes your door, but not before snapping a pic of you three cuddled up and sending it to the group chat.

nat: [attached photo]

peter: OMG SHE LOOKS SO TINY AND ADORABLE SQUISHED IN BETWEEN THOSE TWO 🥺🥺🥺

tony: IS THAT SAFE? CAN MY BABY EVEN BREATHE PROPERLY?????? NAT WHY ARE YOU JUST LETTING IT HAPPEN

wanda: stark, she's fine

thor: aw, i hope lady y/n gets all the rest she needs. she looks peaceful 🥰

clint: wait no fair i wanna cuddle her too 🥺😭

sam: dang it does this mean i still can't have bucky's snacks

bucky: stay away from my snacks.

-

"look who finally decided to show." you hear tony tease when you finally came down to dinner.

after waking up an hour prior, you woke up the two super-soldiers sandwiching you by pushing them off your bed. they couldn't even be mad at you when you had burst out in contagious laughter at your own stunt, before leaving to let you wash up.

"how are you feeling, sweetie?" bruce asks you as you sat in between him and tony on the dining table. "i'm good, bruce, why do you ask?"

"we've been hearin' a lot about you today, cupcake." tony winks at you before continuing to eat his food. you pout at him. "bad things?"

"no, no, no, not bad things, never bad things. you're the sweetest little cupcake and everyone loves you. now eat your food," tony pretends to make an angry face at you and you listen to him, smiling as you do so.

after dinner, you decided to lounge in the common room for a bit to watch tv and thor, clint, wanda and sam decide to join you.

"what are we watching?" sam asks as he plops down next to you on the couch. "i don't know, i'm kinda in the mood to watch my little pony." you quipped happily. "my little pony? that stupid ponies cartoon where the purple unicorn has magic and becomes a princess?"

"it's not stupid," you muttered under your breath, suddenly getting upset that he thought my little pony was stupid. "if you guys don't want to watch, i guess we can watch whatever you want." you told the rest who were already seated, a sad expression on your face.

"bubs! of course we want to watch it! right, sam?" wanda glares at sam as she asked him through gritted teeth. "y–yes! yes, we'll watch my little pony!" he replies quickly. "okay!" you cheer, leaning back against the couch as you turned the show on.

after an episode was done, you seemed to have gotten the others hooked on it because they asked for another episode. well, except for sam because he decided one episode was enough and it was time to sleep so he left.

"okay," you giggled, happy that they liked the show. "but i'm going to go get my snacks first." you walked to the kitchen to quickly get your bag of pretzels from the pantry. you were pretty sure it was the period moodswings that were causing your emotions to be all over the place because you cried. you cried because you were so excited to go get your snacks, only to find that it had been stolen.

you trudged back into the living room with a tear-stained face and wanda immediately stands up. "bubs, what's wrong?" she held both your shoulders as she looked down at you. you hiccup. "i–i think pete took my pretzel sticks." you pouted to try keep the incoming tears at bay but they managed to drop anyways.

"i'll kill him," clint stands up, hands held out in a fighting stance. "how dare he steal y/n/n's snacks." wanda rolls her eyes at his antics and gives him a look that tells him to back down.

"lady y/n," thor calls from his spot on the couch. you turn to him. "i have a stash of poptarts if you want?" he offered and as kind as his intentions were, you only wanted your pretzel sticks. you dropped down to the floor, staring silently into nothing.

"y/n," clint places a hand on your shoulder, trying to get you to get up but you didn't. you looked up at him with a small pout and glossy eyes and he cracked. "alright, thor, come with me to the grocery store. we're getting y/n/n's snacks,"

thor immediately gets up, following clint out the door. you couldn't believe that the avengers' own archer and god of thunder were willing to go out just to buy you snacks.

twenty minutes later, they came back with bags of different snacks but most importantly, your pretzel sticks. you ran to them, giving them the biggest hug you could give, prompting chuckles and hair ruffles from them. "anything for you, kiddo."

despite having just gotten your snack, you fell asleep ten minutes into the next episode and thor goes to carry you back to your room. he sets you down gently on your bed, pulling your blanket up so that you were warm.

"sleep well, lady y/n." he kisses the side of your head before leaving. and sleep well you did because you had an awesome family take care of you.

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[notlycheesden]

Rearview Mirror

Heyyo ✌🏻 this is my first written piece for Endeavor , as a gift for my friend @kogo for the evil exchange. so I hope you like it my dude 👍🏻. A piece I will def be coming back to write more for sure.

⤍ Endeavour x reader

⤍ 3.6k

⤍ TW.incest, TW.dubcon, TW.father/daughter

⤍ Summary:

Enji was trying to be a better father, a better man.

And you never lied to him.

Guess it was a time for a lot of firsts.

Everything was always red between the both of you.

It's past four when his phone rings.

He was awake. even on his day off -those becoming more frequent now- years of routine were still strong. His body alert and aware way before the break of dawn for hours of training before patrol, and later to go to his own agency, the literal empire that wouldn't run itself.

He was pretending to be asleep, unmovable laying on his stomach, face buried on his pillow. Deep breaths in and out in a rhythmic pattern. His massive frame takes most of his king-size bed that for more than a decade he slept right in the middle, no reason to let the right side of it unoccupied.

It was almost meditation-like. There in the quiet and calm of his bedroom between his sheets, he could organize -or at least try- his thoughts. A time in his day where he gets lost in self-reflection. The things he would have to do that day, what work in his agency he would have to supervise, and even stubbornly he would do a little steaming out, analyzing his “actions and emotions”, passing commentary from the resident agency therapist threw his way.

“A strict but good man, if not for some, mishaps, from your intense and fiery nature.” was his professional opinion about Endeavor. The man really lived to throw things his way.

It used to help calm his turbulent mind. But lately there was nothing in his head but turmoil.

It was something he would do until 6 AM, when he couldn't take any longer and had to get up, body and muscles aching from staying in bed for too long, the sun already rising on the horizon, painting the sky with yellows, pinks, and reds.

The silence of his room is broken by the ring of his phone. Instead of the familiar tone of the morning alarm, it was his normal ringtone. When he opens his eyes, the room was not bright as he expects, still shrouded by darkness. Endeavor sits on his bed at once, alert.

Getting it from the bedside table quickly, his posture falls when he catches the time and the already saved contact of who was calling him: Natsuo.

Enji picks up, but before he could question the call, the time, or even say hello, Natsuo speaks, voice grave and serious.

“You need to pick up your daughter right now.”

It’s a punch to the gut. One that makes all the air from his lungs escape at once. In a second, he feels like he is thrown into a rollercoaster.

The only thing he can muster in his shock is a guttural and deep bark of incredulity “What?”

Natsuo cuts Enji off immediately. His tone triggering him into snapping, memories hushing in -not the time for this- “She just called. She was a crying mess, begged me to come for her but I live two hours away-Shouto is on patrol and not picking up and Fuyumi is with her fiance's family at the onsen-”

Enji inhales sharply. Dread takes hold of him while he can't even see straight with the sudden rush of adrenaline, sirens blasting off in his head.

“She was supposed to be with fuyumi at the onsen.” His voice echoes back at him in his bedroom walls, he doesn't realize he is shouting.

“Look, this is really not the time. She has no money and her phone’s dead. I was able to get her to tell me an address before the call dropped. she's all alone there. Are you gonna pick her up?”

Natsuo calms his own breaths now after snapping and shouting back, and he can hear shuffling noises on his father’s side of the line. The older man was up in a second, not really seeing anything, rushing through his stuff picking his keys and wallet. He hates the way his father could make him snap so easily.

Enji was completely distraught.“She said she was going to be with fuyumi…” He mutters under his breath while running through the corridors, even forgetting the phone by his ear, his son still on the line.

But Natsuo hates even more the blatant difference in the way his father treated all of them and you in comparison. Always. Like he could fix his mistakes. Hide his sins.

“Well. Think your little princess lied to you old man.”

Enji didn't even register the venom in his son's words, nor when he hangs up on him.

He’s out of the house in a blink. He tries not to rip the door out of its hinges on his way out.

——

He drives fast, almost no other car in the streets making it easier to speed up in his nervous state. The GPS voice droning about the directions, a forty-minute drive that he would make in twenty.

you said you were going to spend the weekend with your sister.

You lied to him.

Enji’s heart hammers in his chest and his flames burst multiple times on his face out of control. His grip on the wheel tightens to ground his shaking hands, his jaw set with such force that he could feel a headache already forming.

Thoughts were flying through his mind a mile a second. Where are you? What happened to you? Who were you with? Were you safe? Why were you crying?

Why did you lie to him?

It was like his heart was being squeezed by dread and being broken at the same time.

You were his youngest. After he realized what he did to his children as a father, he tried his best to do better; connect, communicate, but he was emotionally and socially stunted -Thanks doc.- and by the time he tried to reach out, it was just a little too late.

Fuyumi was the pillar of the household, replacing their mother too much young and having to fit in a mould not meant to be hers, barely holding the treads of the family and house together. Natsuo was out of the front door as soon as he finished high school and got into med school, choosing to live in the dorms and work part-time rather than stay at the manor. Shoto was another history in itself.

And there was you, a couple of years younger than your now up-in-the-ranks pro hero brother, at the time just a pipsqueak. Too young to remember Rei, remember the worst of Endeavor.

And when he tried to connect, you were there. As if just waiting. Wanting your father to look at you. Frail and innocent and just in want of care, of attention, of love. You welcomed him into your life with open arms and heart.

Enji did try to make it right by you. And for some time things were progressing, even his other children were starting to turn their heads around his direction.

Until Touya’s incident.

The media cracked down on him and his family with a vengeance, almost nothing was left unturned or whole.

Natsuo was the first to cut ties. Shouto threw himself into his hero work, completely closing himself off. Even Fuyumi decided that she was done, took the next step, and went to live with her now fiance, completely ignoring whatever Enji tried to shout about costumes or honor.

Then it was just the two of you.

He tried to be a good father.

He was a quiet man in his private life, strict and with a violent nature, but he reached out for outside help to make it right. An older and trustworthy housekeeper to not chain his daughter down at the manor, guidance from therapist to help him become a better father, a better man, anything to do right this time.

Call it atonement, call it his redemption, call it hypocrisy, he didn't care.

He only cares that at the end of the day, you were there at his side, happy.

This morning he saw the note on the fridge.

Going to onee-san family trip,

Be back on Sunday.

You never had lied to him before.

Guess it was a time for a lot of firsts.

——-

The music blasting through the night tipped him off even before his car's GPS tells him he arrived at the destined location.

He parks way down the street and assesses the place inside the darkness of his car.

Enji’s way out of the city now and inside the industrial district, the building seems old and falling to pieces, people are lingering all around the street, but it’s thicker there. At surface level the building was empty, but the music was definitely coming from there.

He dreads the worst.

Getting out of the car still in his sleeping sweatpants and tee, he throws the hood of his workout jacket over his hair to conceal himself. He’s going for discretion, get you and get out, no need to make this a public affair. Not with this, not with you, not right now.

He searches around but still can't find you. Half an hour has passed since Natsuo called. He's in a frenzy. Endeavor forces himself to calm down and think.

His son didn't mention music. He looks far into the street and he can see the entrance of an alleyway, he hushes there.

His stomach tied in knots when he sees in the dark your small figure crouched down beside a dumpster. your shoulders ate shaking with silent sobs holding your dead phone for dear life, trying to make yourself smaller than you already were, head down.

Enji barks your name and your head snaps to the entrance of the alleyway in shock, your body trembling and fat tears running down your smudged makeup.

“Daddy!”

In a second you were up and running, throwing your body against him and hugging his middle. He doesn't know what to do first, but he opts for following his instincts. Enji hugs your shaking form, shushing you lightly while petting your head. He doesn't know if it's him or you who's shaking more.

He doesn't remember how, but he manages to walk both of you to his car without being seen, his hulking form covering your smaller one.

He's shaking. When Enji puts you in the passenger seat and the car lights momentarily shine everything in an amber glow, rage fills his chest. You are in a dress he has never seen before, he knows it was not yours. He would never allow a thing like that or let you use it in public. Your makeup that before being ruined by your smudging and crying, was heavy and meant to seduce.

He closes your door and gets in the car.

He's shaking.

——

Enji can only control himself enough to not rip the wheel or step on the gas right through the flooring for only three blocks. and thank the gods again for the hour, because he could not quite see the streets in front of him. If they weren't deserted while he drives double the velocity permitted, it would be likely that the fears of his family being again under the cruel and ravenous judgment of the public eye would become reality, although for a completely different reason from the ones he has been dreading until this point.

When he reaches the fourth block, he makes a sudden stop, turning and parking harshly with the front of the car almost all the way over the curb, the tires skidding loudly into the quiet of the night and scaring you out of your still shell shock state. your small sniffles stop when you let out a muted yelp of surprise.

Enji quickly pries his hands that have a death grip on the wheel and smash the roof of the car to turn the lights on in such a way that later he’s impressed he didn't send the entire ceiling flying. As fast as he did that and the darkness of the car is now cast in warm gold, his hands are on your small frame like a striking snake, a big calloused one gripping your face between meaty fingers, squeezing your wet cheeks and the other one in your far shoulder, turning you in his direction with a barely controlled yank. Enji wasn't sure if the shaking was coming from your body or his.

He's frantic, hectic, eyes going up and down your body trying to find anything, something. “Are you hurt? tell me,” His voice is harsh, too loud into the small space. You jump startled, but his grip locks you in place, he doesn't notice.

Why did you come to a party? Why are you dressed like this? Why did you do this?

“Are you?? Someone did something? Gave you something, touched you?” He barks again louder, bending and twisting to be in your face now, eyes scanning all over your body. But again and again, they would be drawn to the too short hem of your dress, from your ruined tearstained makeup and down again to your soft and creamy thighs, trying to find a mark, a scratch, a stain. Anything, something.

“Fucking answer me!”

“Dad please!”

Enji lets you go as if you just slap him in the face. He blinks.

You are shaking. Looking at him in fear, silent tears running down your cheeks. Your jaw is set as you try to hold your whimpers back, his fingers make red marks bloom on your face and arm under his digits.

Memories come back rushing. Phantoms scourging in blue flames.

He releases you as if you burn him.

His hands hover in place, and he doesn't dare to move, still crowding you. Both of you staring at each other in fear and confusion as if something would break.

He slowly backs away, and you keep still. He turns the light off and stares at the road.

Enji couldn't take more things between both of you breaking.

He takes a deep breath. Starts the car again to drive back home.

——

Friday nights are your nights.

Enji doesn't really remember when it started. But he knows it wasn't something that was spoken of or agreed beforehand. It happened once, then twice, then his job got in the way, then thrice, and when he noticed, it was a routine between him and his daughter.

Like most things between both of you, it just… fell into place. And it just felt right.

Endeavor would arrange his schedule in a way so that his Fridays would be empty, any emergency at the agency could be easily solved that way, patrols and hero work set on the weekends so he could come home at a sensible hour, just by dinnertime.

He would be just taking his blazer and shoes off at the entrance when Enji would hear your running steps from the kitchen, your pinky apron-clad figure hushing to meet him with a bright smile, eyes shining.

you would get a hold of his tie and gently tug down for him to bend at the waist to your level, your arms were thrown in a warm hug on his neck and a sweet and lengthy kiss on his cheek after he steps through the threshold. you would giggle against his face from the tickles you got from his stubble while warmly welcoming him, the food still hot on the table.

It was one of your multiple habits together, just the two of you. And it felt right.

It was routine. And it felt so domestic, warm and right.

Friday nights are your nights. After he gets home, you guys have dinner, something you cooked by yourself, sending the older housemaid away earlier.

Sometimes it is a new recipe, sometimes something you already tried before. But it's always good, and when Enji compliments your cooking skills and how much he enjoys it, your cheeks blush red. You daintly try to hide your smile as you thank him, bashful behavior so alluring even when he knows is just a little act, playing coy. There's warmth in his chest.

The lights in the dining room cast everything in this whimsical warm glow and maybe it's the beer, but Enji thinks it reflects lovely on you and the color of your blouse today. He says so.

“Looking so pretty tonight, princess.”

The red on your cheeks grow stronger. From across the table, he hides his smirk behind his can at seeing how you fidget in place, trying to contain your coquettish smile while biting your plush bottom lip. The warmth spreads lower.

Only later it dawns on him. Enji was flirting with his own daughter. And it was a habit.

It was routine.

Enji is sprawled on the big sofa comfortably, already showered and in his sleeping clothes after dinner, the second movie of the night halfway through.

It was a period drama and he tries to pay attention to the main points for your quiz about it the next day, but he was mostly checked out, lulled by the comfy dark of the living room, the buzz of the beers he drank, sleep and your warm body draped over his.

He doesn't really remember when it started, but he knows it was gradually. One day in your Friday movie nights, he notices you were glued on his side, and on the next one you had an arm draped over his torso while both of you were laying on the reclining couch, and since then, you were always over him, arms and thighs and breasts glued to his body, but most of the time cutely laying on his chest.

That night was no different. You are laying on his broad chest, using your arm as leverage to look down and back at the tv in front of the sofa, and for you to not slip he has one big palm over your waist and the other in a secure hook on the slope of your knee, propping your bent leg higher across his stomach. Your breathing matches his, and if not by your little grunts and noises of surprise, the redhead would have thought you had fallen asleep on him. It would not be the first time.

The clothes you are using are small and had hiked up a long time ago, a loose tank top and booty shorts, both of them old and worn out, sleep clothes.

From where he was, he could see all your body over his. From the crown of your head to the slope of your waist as it dipped under his scarred hand. His gaze follows the curve of your thigh draped over his waist to the fat of your ass pointing high. He muses in a daze that he could see the inside of your tank top, the soft swell of a breast making an appearance. He leers.

You move a little, and this time, he can make out the shade of a nipple. It’s pert and small and pretty, and blood rushes to his clothed cock, but is late, and he's tired and buzzed out. It doesn’t connect in his mind.

You move. you are getting yourself higher on his chest. Enji feels small hands wandering under his shirt. Presses of lips on his neck. Wet kisses on the stubble on his jaw.

The soft touches pull him deeper. There's a young and wanton body over his. It’s been so long since he truly touched another, let himself be touched. Smooth lips and an uncertain tongue were kissing him, and he wants to devour them. It’s hot and burns and makes his insides coil, his cock hard and heavy inside his pants. A warm slit humping it.

Could have been the tiredness, the beer, the comfort of the situation, anything really.

Enji kisses you like a man starved. Head moving and ravaging your much smaller mouth with his tongue. His hand yanks your tank top down exposing your breasts, and now he’s pulling and pinching the sweet nipples in a way that makes you moan against his tongue with a voice he couldn't recognize.

His other hand was down at your ass, guiding your movements back and forth on his erection with vigor, the friction against your slit makes you weak, but he keeps you moving, his calloused hand encompassing most of your behind. At each needy thrust his fingers would slide down between the cleft of your ass more and more.

His meaty fingers push the bottons of your shorts aside with a flick of his wrist, and now he's touching directly your puffy lips that are messy and wet all over. Enji growls in your mouth as you moan louder when he starts playing with your pussy, a pitched whine as he flicks your clit up and down, a strong hold on your breast.

A loud bang from the TV is what snaps him back to reality.

It was his daughter.

His daughter was over him. It was his daughter that was humping his cock, that he was sucking her small tongue and tweaking her nipples until he made her squeal.

He jumps to his feet and throws you across the couch.

Different from him, you look wide awake. Flushed face and startled eyes stares up at him, exposed breasts still heaving. Nipples rosy and hard. Between your legs, a glistening trail of where his fingers dragged when he ripped them off of you. Your shorts are drenched.

There's a moment of silence.

Enji snaps. He sprints to his bedroom, leaving you alone in the living room.

He locks his door, drops to the floor, and whips his hard and heavy cock out. in three pumps, thick ropes of cum cover his hand and clothed middle.

Taking big gulps of air trying to calm his breathing, his eyes glancing everywhere in a panic state, he looks down, and spot the wet patch on his clothed thigh. Yours juices that leaked on him. Its still in his other hand, fingers wet.

Enji wants to cry.

He tried to be a good father.

He ruined it again.

#endeavor x reader #Enji Todoroki #Endeavor #Enji todoroki x reader

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Rough Rider || Bucky Barnes

Biker!Bucky Barnes x Female [Romanoff] biker!Reader; The reader is Bucky’s love interest.

Summary: In which Bucky finds interest in a biker chick.

Genre: Smut

Written in third person point of view.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, public sex, sex on a motorbike, mild choking, fingering, unprotected sex, overstimulation, dirty talk, mild language, and Bucky’s infatuation with a woman that knows how to ride a motorbike :)

Word count: 3.1k+

A/N: Kinda proud of this one 🥲

Important notes: The reader is Nat’s cousin. The reader is at least 21. I know jackshit about motorbikes and models so bear with me. Song used in fic: R U Mine? by Arctic Monkeys. Not BETA’d - all mistakes are mine.

Bucky entered the compound with a wolf whistle, his gloved hand pointing at one of the floor-to-ceiling windows as he approached the kitchen.

“Whose Harley is that out front?” he asked, completely disregarding Y/N who sat at the island, popping a cherry into her mouth.

“Mine,” she muttered, tongue swiping out of her mouth to lick the red juice trickling down her bottom lip.

Bucky looked from Natasha to Y/N, mesmerized by her E/C eyes and the way they basically pierced right into his. He looked back at Nat, silently asking “who’s she?”

“Y/N, this is Bucky, a complete delinquent that’s best friends with Steve. Buck, meet Y/N, my cousin who serves as a sister more or less.”

Y/N stood, a little black dress clinging to her figure, a leather jacket covering her arms. She extended an arm, shaking Bucky’s hand.

“Woah, strong grip there, buddy.”

He chuckled, removing the leather glove and shoving it into the pocket of his own jacket. She looked down at his metal arm.

“Oh, that’s the…” she trailed off, motioning with her hands to make the situation any less awkward than it already was, failing miserably. “Yeah, that arm.”

Bucky was truly a saint. After Nat had given her a rundown of his story, she couldn’t help but empathize for the man. He was simply broken and all she wanted to do was give him a hug and ameliorate him, it didn't matter if she knew him or not. As Nat was called by Steve to help him with something, she and Bucky remained in the kitchen. She broke the silence, popping another cherry into her mouth.

“Hey, wanna go for a spin?” she asked, jiggling her keys in the air as a way to catch his attention.

“Uh, sure, why not?”

As they were about to leave, she stopped in her tracks, eyes ogling at his motorbike.

“Holy shit,” she muttered, admiring the all-black Yamaha YZF-R6 standing in front of her. “This is yours?”

“Been mine since...since I can remember,” he chuckled, kicking at the gravel with the tip of his boot as she continued to analyze his bike.

“Race me.”

Straightforward, isn’t she?

“What?”

“Race me. Harley versus Yamaha.”

“What does the winner get?”

She thought for quite some time, grinning as she looked down at the beauty in front of her.

“Winner gets a ride on the loser's bike until I can think of something else...unless you have any ideas.”

He eyed the black Harley, red accents screaming his name.

“Deal.”

With that, they swung their legs over their seats, saddling up to take off with their beasts. Y/N buckled her helmet on, leaning forward to rev the engine a bit.

“Ready Buck?” she asked over the roaring of both of their engines.

He pulled up next to her, watching the way she planted both feet on either side of the bike.

“Meeting point is back at the compound. Got it?”

Assertive.

She looked over at him, struggling to find his icy orbs through his tinted shield.

“Got it?”

He simply nodded his head once, both riders looking forward before Y/N gave a countdown.

“3...2...1, go!”

Bucky had heard the wildest stories of Y/N, but he always thought that Nat was exaggerating when she said Y/N was the most badass person she knew. She took off, a trail of smoke following the traces of her bike as she zipped down the road.

Bucky was simply taking his time, muttering a quick “oh shit” to himself as he realized she was already around the corner. He used his charm to his advantage, coming to a full stop. He looked ahead, Y/N already backpedaling to check on him.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, looking back as he panted.

“I think I got a flat.”

As she jumped off her bike and walked over to his, he revved his engine, taking off.

“Nevermind, I think I’m gonna beat your ass,” he winked at her, taking off.

“Hey- that’s not fair!”

She knew he couldn’t hear her but she got back on her bike, slowly cruising down the street. Eventually, Bucky came into sight, leaning on his bike with a smug look.

“I think you owe me something, doll.”

She simply chuckled, getting off her bike.

“That was fowl.”

She hopped off of her bike, holding onto the handlebars of her bike before he took over.

“Wow,” he mumbled, revving the engine.

“Go on, take ‘er for a spin.”

She watched as he took off again, not fighting the smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth.

“And just like that, you’re in love.”

She jumped at the voice that came from behind her, turning to face a man standing at around 6”2’.

“How’d you know?” she asked with a chuckle.

“Bucky’s a pretty good friend of mine. Hated him at first but I grew to love the man as we got older.”

She turned the slightest bit to look at him.

“He’s like a brother,” he assured. “I’m Sam, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, Sam. I’m-”

“Y/N. Heard lots about you from the Black Widow herself. What are you doing out here anyway?”

“I was just visiting for a few days. Nat wants me to move out here but I don’t know yet.”

“Well, you should. You’ll be with us for the most part. Besides, Bucky’s making you his girlfriend before you even get the chance to pack your suitcase.”

“What makes you so sure about that?”

She could feel her cheeks burning up as he slowly made his way back to the compound.

“I know when my best friend’s in love. He has this look that fails to mask the fact that he’s in love.”

“Nat, last time we did that-”

“Don’t mention it. Just put your shoes on and come downstairs.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, grabbing a random pair of black high heels before going to meet Natasha downstairs. It seemed that all eyes were on her, everyone admiring the nymph in front of them.

“As I probably mentioned numerous times before-”

“This is your cousin, Y/N. She’s beautiful beyond words and she’s got a killer personality. Nat, I’ve listened to you go on about her for the past two weeks. She’s lovely, but you sound like a broken record at this point, sweetheart,” Steve interjected, offering Y/N a smile while taking Nat’s arm in his.

“She’s got a voluptuous ass too,” she heard Sam mutter under his breath.

“Speak up, sweetie,” she baited with a giggle.

The glare that bored into the side of Sam’s face was all but amiable, his fists copying the actions of his jaw as they tightened at his sides. Sam moved up a bit with a smug, glorious smirk, walking directly next to Y/N.

“You’ve got the man whipped and you haven’t even fucked him yet.”

She nearly choked on her saliva.

“Sam, cut it out,” she scolded the younger man.

“You know it’s true,” he lifted his arms in surrender to her sass, dodging her objection.

Drinking was hardly ever a good idea when Y/N and Nat were together. Y/N had gotten better over the years, knowing her limit with alcohol, but Nat let all hell loose. Unless they weren’t in the middle of a mission, she was taking shot after shot, drink after drink, until she was struggling to stand on her own two feet. Y/N was amazed sometimes as to how she could drink that much without throwing up.

“Another one, come on,” Nat tugged on her arm, the colored lights making her head grow fuzzy as they stood at the bar.

“Two shots of silver tequila, anything’ll do!”

Y/N gagged merely at the sight of clear liquid filling the little glasses.

“Anything else?” the bartender asked over the blaring music, Nat simply scanning everyone’s glasses along the bar.

“Whatever she’s having, the pink thing.”

She bit her lip to suppress a chuckle, earning a concerned look from an obviously drunken Nat.

“What?”

“I’ll be over there with Sam and Tony.”

“But your shot-”

“Take it - I don’t know, do something with it!”

Y/N pat her back, sliding past her as she made her way to the pair sitting at the booth.

“Not up for dancing?” she queried, looking back and forth between them.

“God, no! What, you want me to look like an idiot?”

“C’mon, Tony! Pepper had to teach you something,” she surveyed the nightclub quickly, a silver arm catching her eye rather quickly. “What about you? I’d love to see the ‘Round Brown’ in action.”

“The falcon comes to life in these settings,” he informed her, winking slyly.

She tucked her straw between her lips, a smooth fruity mixture cascading down her throat to suppress the guffaw that danced at the tip of her tongue. The music changed, the lights dimming to a deep, dark purple. She looked at Tony and then Sam, both of them looking around at mounds of bodies on the dance floor.

She followed their eyes, that damn metal arm catching her eyes again. Tons of women threw themselves at him, wanting to get just a little taste of that metal arm, soon leaving solemnly as he turned them away.

“If you don’t mind, I’ll be over there.”

Sam easily replaced Bucky, the ladies now feeling up on him as if he were some hunk of meat. She didn’t spare a word to Tony, only offering a lopsided smile as Pepper made her way over to the booth. Y/N slid from her seat, feeling a sudden warmth settle upon her skin as she made her way over to Bucky. He finally acknowledged her, pupils amplifying against his gunmetal irises.

She couldn’t help her lips from moving along to the lyrics, “I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be / And satisfaction feels like a distant memory / And I can't help myself, all I / Wanna hear her say is ‘Are you mine?’”

His eyes were all but sweet and bright, lust written all over his body as her fingers trailed up his chest, cupping his chin deftly.

“Well, are you mine? / Are you mine? / Are you mine?”

She cocked her head to the side, dismayed by his knowledge of the current song.

“Well, that depends, Mr. Barnes. If you want me to be yours, all you have to do is say the word,” she spoke quiet enough for only him to hear, tongue skimming along the edge of his ear.

By the way he licked his lips, she could tell that he wanted to do more than just verbally claim her.

She’s fucking dangerous.

She looked up at Bucky, fingers coyly playing with each other as if she hadn’t just given him a glimpse of a completely different side to her. His lips were on hers in an instant, hands palming her backside as they slowly inched further up her dress, eventually landing on a little strap of leather higher up her thigh.

He couldn’t help his hands from exploring every inch of her skin, nails leaving gentle burning sensations as they raked at her skin. He lost it when her back arched, her chest colliding with his as her fingers soon got lost in his hair, one leg raising to pull his body closer, if even possible. He pulled away abruptly, one hand cradling the underside of her thigh and the other right under her chin.

“I need you to fuck me, like right now, because I think I might pass out if you don’t,” she spoke gravelly, lips crashing onto his once more in a heated, sloppy kiss.

Her feet were swept from the ground in a matter of a few seconds, arms crossing against Bucky’s back as she dangled over his shoulder. Her eyes traveled over the black motorbike once they’d made it outside, squealing as he held onto her hips, pulling her down so she was seated in his lap as he laid back in his seat. Her hands were everywhere all at once, though seeming to avoid the area in which he needed her the most.

It was quite a scene, a cacophony of grunts and whimpers being evoked from the pair. Hearing the engine of his bike roar, Y/N pulled off, pupils fixated on his with her hands on either side of his face. The ride was quite something - full of lingering, teasing touches, sweet, albeit intense, kisses, and reprehensible whispers.

The faint light of a wacky gas station illuminated his silhouette, his flesh hand easily adjusting itself around her throat, the other working to slide her dress just up around her waist before pushing her underwear aside, running two fingers up her folds. She hummed at the feeling, fingernails digging into that of his arm.

“‘S that feel good, doll?” he asked incoherently, voice barely above a whisper as his tongue nudged into her mouth.

She nodded, earning a buoyant pinch to her cunt. Her insides were going feral, wanting nothing more than his cock.

“I need words, toots.”

“F-uck yes, but I-I want y-ou,” she stammered, groaning when his fingers clamped even harder around her clit, thumb stimulating her nub.

He chuckled as her legs attempted to fly shut, only being stopped by his large thighs that were parting them.

“But you already have me, doll.”

“I-I need you to fuck me,” she got out, fingers draining of color as she balled the leather of his jacket.

His fingers pumped in and out of her, curling against her g-spot once before pulling out. She mentally cursed him out for looking so hot, tongue swiveling around his digits to taste her remnants.

“Fucking delicious,” he crooned, tapping his fingers against her lips before having her own tongue pivot around his faux fingers.

She easily freed him of his bottoms, his cock springing to meet his veiled torso. Her eyes widened.

Jesus fuck-

“It’s rude to stare, sweetheart.”

She looked up at him, back down to his cock, and back up to his face.

“Hey, if you don’t wan-”

“No, god no. I still want you to fuck me. You’re just…bigger than average.”

He chuckled, dog tags clanging against his rumbling chest. Her legs were thrown over his thighs in seconds, tip barely prodding at her entrance. She could feel her skin burning up, eager to have him inside of her. He was taking far too long, manipulating her legs into many different angles so it wouldn’t be as uncomfortable. She griped aloud, palms landing flat on his pecs as she pushed him back against the seat.

“Impatient, huh?” he couldn’t help the cocky grin splayed on his face.

“Taking too long,” she grumbled, sinking down onto him.

She groaned at the feeling, being stretched out beyond her limit. Her head lazed back as if she had no vertebrae, hands getting lost in his hair as his hips bucked up into her. She cried out, legs tightening around his hips as she soon began to bounce on his cock.

“Attagirl,” he praised, hands cupping either of her breasts before flicking over her nipples.

With the way he twitched inside of her and with the way her walls clamped around him, both of them could tell they wouldn’t last too long. It was far beyond erratic and the words spurring out of Bucky’s mouth helped the least bit.

“This pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?”

“Bet no one has fucked you this good yet, huh doll?”

Her legs grew tired as she felt herself lurching on the edge of her climax. She fought the burn, arms holding him impossibly tight as her walls fluttered around him.

“Gonna cum, sweetheart?”

She nodded, not being able to get out one comprehensible word. She came around him with a celestial moan, legs twitching ever so gently. His pace didn’t falter once, hands coming up to her waist as he fucked her through her high. Her eyes widened as she felt herself on the verge of another orgasm, Bucky’s pace relentless as he savored the way she felt so snug around his cock.

“Buck-”

“Fuck, you’re killing me, doll.”

He wanted nothing but to fuck the soul out of her, such pleasant sounds rolling off her tongue. It was a matter of seconds before he swung both legs over his bike, not leaving her body at any point, before hoisting both legs around his torso, hips snapping into hers as if his life depended on it. She yelped, his tip grazing at her cervix. For a moment, she saw stars, vision going blurry as he fucked her into oblivion, another release washing over her.

He slowed down a second, picking his pace back up until he was close. At that point, she was hardly even conscious, walls flexing around him with his nails creating crescent-like welts on her thighs. Her legs clung onto his waist, his hips coming to a halt before spurts of cum filled her. She finally opened her eyes when he’d pulled out of her, shivering at the feeling of his cum trickling out of her.

Bucky ventured off for some water and tissues, anything for a quick fix until they got back to the compound. The flashing of red and blue lights fully alerted her now, the siren growing louder as it approached the station. She looked up at Bucky who was walking out of the gas station with a bottle of water and a box of tissues, scrambling to her feet.

“Easy there, doll. I don’t want you passing out on me now.”

“Buck, we need to leave now.”

The sudden urgency in her tone drew a look of worry on Bucky’s face.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, stopping once they faced directly towards one another. “Did I do so-”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” she assured him, pecking his lips quickly. “But, I’m afraid that someone reported us to the cops.”

They drove right up the curb, pulling up next to a pump.

“But we didn’t-”

“Public nudity, Buck.”

“We weren’t even naked!”

“To be fair, your dick was out, sweetheart. Not to mention, you did fuck me in the center of a gas station.”

He looked over his shoulder, the eyes of two middle-aged officers stuck on him. As they made their way over to the pair, Y/N hopped onto his bike, Bucky hot on her tail before tapping her thigh.

“Show me how you ride, princess.”

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[kim-poce]

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

(CW: female conditioned vampire whumpee, it as a pronoun, thinking caretaker is new master/whumper, fear of punishment, past torture, pet whump)

The other vampire told it what they were going to do before picking it up and walking off to... wherever they were going to keep it. As they walked, they talked.

“There is just the three of us here. Most of the place is really dusty due to this, but I’ll clean it better for you later."

With now-healed eyes, it could see the dust that the other vampire was talking about. The place seemed disused, like a mausoleum barely visited by the living. They really lived here alone? Just them and their human? No clan at all? No maker, no children, no... anything?

It seemed like a lonely existence.

They brought it to a dusty room in the dusty hallway. It had rusty pink-brown colored decorations, like old blood that hadn't been cleaned away properly. The bed let out a puff of dust as they set it down on the bed's surface, and the other vampire made a rueful face at that.

Their face brightened, like they'd finally remembered something that had been on the tip of their tongue. “Oh, right, I forgot this again. I’m Aisnley, your name?”

It froze. For a creature supposedly an apex predator, it felt far more like prey, small and weak and helpless. What was the right answer here? It knew its name from... before, but that... It couldn't. It remembered far too vividly the punishments for claiming that name.

Vermin don't have names, leech. You only get whatever your new owner is kind enough to give you. And until you remember that, we'll just have to keep reminding you.

It swallowed painfully. Why was it painful? The blood should have healed its throat, but it still felt like it had been fed molten silver. It swallowed again, trying to gather the courage to answer

They want you to talk. They didn't punish you before, and they asked you a question. They want you to talk. So talk.

"Wh... whatever my owner de- decides to call me, sir," it finally managed.

Next

Crossovers - Masterlist

CW: Aisnley hating, and being really uncomfortable due to being called Sir since it's a masculine form of address.

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Sir. Of course, because the situation wasn't uncomfortable enough already, it could be worse, Aisnley thought, but this doesn't make the word any less... wrong, after all, yes, it could be worse, but it could be better, it could be so much better.

For example, she could call them by their name, or say her own instead of asking for one, it would be so much better if at least her face hadn't pure fear stamped on.

"You will have time to think about this on your own," they said finally, the name seemed like a too particular matter that they didn't want to be part of, they would need to find an alternative way to call her if she refuses to give her name, but they can't choose this on their own.

"You don't need to tell me if you don't want to, it's okay," they said with a soft voice, trying to take some dust out of the bed more to keep themself busy than for really thinking that this would make any difference around so much dirt.

They looked down at the new vampire, they would need to go to the village to get new clothes, but this was a problem for tomorrow, there is always time when one is immortal.

"I'll leave you now," they said, feeling like they shouldn't leave her alone, but they can't say what they want yet, they can't correct her way to call them while she is this terrified, she would only interpret it as danger, and if they stay there she will end up calling them Sir or something else that they'll hate, they rather don't hear it.

"Sleep well," they said with a smile, "by the time you wake up there will be a clean room for you."

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[dragon-kazansky]

Be who you're meant to be | Helmut Zemo

Requested by @real---remy Thank you for this lovely collage too!

Warnings: Nothing major, but some self-hatred on the reader's part. It's just a bit intense.

Fascinated didn't even cover how he felt about you. He didn't know right away, not until Madripoor, that you were capable of literally shape-shifting into someone else.

When the need for a disguise came, you turned to him and asked him who you needed to be for this job. He gave you a choice of two people, who were already similar in appearance, but when you saw the images, you literally shifted into them.

He was amazed.

It wasn't until after the job, when you were safe again, that he took the time to ask. He managed to get you alone to talk.

"That... power you have."

You shied away, curling in on yourself and turning away. Zemo was worried he had offended you by the way you pulled away from him, putting space between you both.

"It's nothing."

"It's incredible."

"It's useful," you mutter. He heard.

"I would say so."

You glance up at him. His sharp gaze was on you, looking you over. A part of you felt bad for being so dishonest to him, but he didn't know you were lying to him.

If you don't like the real you, how could he?

"What is it?" He asks softly, tilting his head to the side as he looks at you. It was obvious he knew there was something on your mind, but you just shook your head.

"I am going to bed." You walk away.

He watches you go, disappointed that the conversation was over. Zemo just wanted to learn more about you.

You close the door behind you and sit on the bed. You close your eyes and try to hold back the tears you could feel coming.

Sam and Bucky had never asked to see the real you, and you hoped one day you could bring yourself to show them. They were your friends and you trusted them, but you hated the real you. How could anyone like that part of you?

It hurt to think about it.

You just wanted to get ready for bed and forget about this. You would wake up tomorrow and get on with the job, having no reason to bring it up again.

However, as you got up to get changed for the night, you caught your reflection in the mirror. You stopped and stared. That wasn't really you looking back. Just a face you put on to fit in.

You didn't know which face you hated more.

The dam broke and the tears fell. With a scream you grabbed the ornament, which had been in display on the vanity table, and threw it at the mirror. It smashed into pieces, your reflection becoming distorted in the pieces still hanging.

You fell to your knees.

So lost in the misery that overwhelmed you, you didn't hear footsteps approaching your room, nor did tour hear the voice calling tour name. The door created open and Zemo poked his head inside.

Zemo had been on his way to his designated room when he heard your scream and the sound of glass breaking. Concerned for your well being, he had to check on you.

Something inside of him twisted at the sight of you on the floor crying into the palms of tour hands. Your whaling was heart wrenching. Whatever was happening, it was affecting you badly.

"Y/N?"

You didn't move. You continued to cry into your hands. Zemo couldn't take it any more and closed the door, coming to your side. He knelt down and pulled your inti his arms, allowing you to cry into his chest. The way you cling to him and his your face into his chest only amplified his concern.

His eyes caught sight if the broken mirror. Tiny shards littered the table and the floor.

"I hate it. I hate it." You repeat those words.

"What do you hate? Tell me, Y/N." He spoke softly, rocking you gently. His breath brushed along your head as he rested his head atop yours, cradling you. He wanted to being you comfort.

"Me. My face. My power."

"Why? I think you're incredible, what is it you hate about yourself?"

"I'm living by a facade. I'm a lie just to fool you, just to fool myself."

He rubbed circles into your arm with his thumb, listening to every word you spoke. Every word was like a stab to the chest. You were so unhappy with your own existence, how could that be?

"What do you mean?"

"This isn't me. The real me doesn't even look human." Your voice has dropped to a whisper. Your breathing is under better control now, and your crying has slowed down. You were just settled against him on the floor.

"Who is the real you?"

"I can't show you. You'll hate me forever and never want to talk to me again."

"Try me."

You shake your head, but he doesn't say anything. You feel the lightest of touches to your head. A small pressure and then it's gone.

He have you a kiss.

Oh God, now how could you ever show him? He would be disgusted with you if you showed him now.

"Liebling?"

Oh no, don't call me that.

"Show me," he whispers.

You take a deep breath, the cologne he is wearing wafts past your nose. The hold he has on you has slacked a little, but his hand is still resting on your arm.

You push away from him slowly.

Zemo watches you with gentle eyes, tilting his head to see you as you move away from him. You sit up and gaze at his legs that he tucked under him to sit with you. You didn't want to see the horror on his face when he saw the real you.

Then you change.

Your skin changes into thousands over tiny shimmering gold scales. Your hair is the same golden colour. Your eyes seem to turn to a soft pink colour, looking beautiful against the gold. The light reflects off the scales in some places, seemingly changing the colour of them.

You're beautiful!

You're still looking down, refusing to meet his gaze. Zemo takes I'm every inch of you, committing this to memory.

"You're stunning, Liebling."

You shake your head.

"You're lying."

Zemo lifts a hand slowly, not wanting to startle you, and reached out your face. He caresses your cheek, running his thumb over the scales there delicately. They were smooth, tiny, beautiful.

You allow yourself to meet his eyes.

He smiles at you when you do.

"Beautiful."

You want to cry again, but this time for a whole other reason.

"No one has ever called me that before."

Zemo opens his arm to you. You fall against him, keeping this form for him, and hug him. He holds you securely to him, listening to the little gasps you were letting out.

You couldn't believe he wasn't hurtling insults at you or running away.

"Never hide your beauty. You're stunning inside and out. Never think you're not worthy of being who truly are. I have been captured by your honesty and true self. You should never have to hide."

You cling to him as happy tears fall.

"Do you mean that?" You whisper.

"I do."

Zemo pulls you back enough so he can look into those curious eyes of yours. The colour was so pretty, it suited you.

"I am honoured you have shared this with me."

"Neither Sam or Bucky have seen me like this."

"Then, when you are ready to be who you really are, allow me the honour if being there with you. Your friends will fall in love with you as I have." He grins.

"You don't have to go that far."

"I mean it." His hand is on your face again. You lean into his touch. Your hand settles over his and you close your eyes, relishing in his touch.

"Thank you."

Zemo let's go of you and stands up, he holds out his hand for you to take. He helps you up after you accept it and he takes you over to the bed.

"What about the mirror?"

"I'll replace it."

"And the mess?"

"I'll deal with it. You need to sleep."

You climb into the bed.

"Will you stay with me?" You ask, not wanting to be alone any more.

"If you want me to."

You nod. Zemo smiles and walks around to other side of the bed. He removes his shoes and climbs on, getting comfortable next to you.

"Thank you," you whisper again.

"You're welcome, Liebling."

For the first time in years you sleep with peace on your mind and a smile on your lips.

If Zemo can love the real you, then you could too.

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[freakynct]

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: daddy!kun, daddy kink, car sex, semi-public, teasing, spanking, super light face slapping, oral [male receiving], hair pulling, unprotected sex, dirty talk, kinda brat taming, finger sucking and some praising

"the bikini is sticking to me, daddy." you complained as your body squirmed on your seat, your hand trying to helplessly pull on your bikini bottoms through your shorts. but that didn't prevent you from noticing how kun's cheeks blushed into a pretty shade of pink at the nickname you used. you would never get tired of seeing his reaction at the name he liked so much.

"i told you to dry yourself before putting your clothes on. you didn't listen to me." he replied, giving you a quick glance before returning his attention to the road, his fingers gripping the steering wheel of the old white renault r4 that he had rented for the vacation. 

"you didn't give me time to dry up." you kept squirming, your fingers digging inside your shorts but it didn't matter how much you tried, the wet fabric clinged onto all of the wrong places.

"you were the one that decided to go to the water one more time when it was already time to leave. don't blame your stubbornness on me." kun defended himself, one of his hands leaving the wheel to grab your arm, pulling you to sit straight. "and stop moving, the car is sensitive."

you shot him an annoyed glanced, one of your sandy feet on top of the seat, while your arm wrapped around your knee to steady yourself. "well, it was your idea to rent this piece of rusty metal." 

"hey!" you almost jumped in your seat at his sudden raise of voice, his finger pointing at you. "this is a great car, ok? don't insult it just because you're angry at your bikini."

"jesus. fine grandpa." you rolled your eyes and pushed his hand away. kun glanced between you and the road as you took your seat belt off, standing up and letting your body slide over to the backseat.

"what are you doin- auu!" your foot accidentally smacked the side of his head as you struggled to pull your body over the front seats and you couldn't help but laugh, the car swerving a little as kun smacked your ass in return. "you're gonna make us crash." he complained as you were able to finally sit yourself on the backseat.

"i'll give you a better reason to crash." you smirked as you positioned yourself on your knees on top of the seat, pulling your shirt and bikini top up, exposing your breasts to him through the rearview mirror and giggling as you saw his eyes widen, his arm reaching back to grab you but you flinched away from his touch, pulling your shirt down again and letting your body fall back into the seat, laughing out loud.

"are you crazy? you're gonna flash the other cars." maybe he thought you didn't notice, but you could clearly see the little smirk forming on his lips and you knew he was trying his best not to laugh too.

"what cars? i haven't seen any cars since you turned into this road." you pulled your bag into your lap, your hands wandering inside in search of some dry clothes to change into.

"it's a lot faster this way." he explained himself, his focus being put solely on the road now.

"whatever you say, grandpa." you knew how much he hated that name but you still insisted in teasing him with it, even if you knew it never ended up well for you.

"stop that. you know i don't like when you call me that." he glanced at you through the mirror, giving you a warning a look and you placed both of your hands on the seats in front of you, pulling your body up and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, catching him by surprise.

"sorry daddy." you whispered in his ear before stepping back and sitting back down, leaving him to squirm in his seat, knowing exactly the effect that word had on him.

he cleared his throat before speaking. "what are you doing back there anyway?" you finally pulled some of your clothes out of the bag, laying them down next to you before settling yourself on your knees again. 

"just going to change clothes." you simply said while pulling your shirt over your head, smirking as you watched kun glance at you through the rearview mirror, trying to peek at just a little bit of skin you exposed. the fresh breeze that came through the open windows felt like heaven against your warm skin, fanning some of the strands of your hair back and refreshing you from the burning summer day. you teasingly reached around your body to pull at the bikini strings, slowly pulling on them and feeling the fabric loosen up around your breasts.

"i know what you're doing. stop that." he warned you but he was too lost in your body to stop staring back at you, letting the car swerve from time to time, because seeing you naked seemed a lot more important to him than driving safely.

"stop what, daddy? i'm just changing." you used the most innocent voice you could, knowing how much that riled him up and pulling the bikini top over your head, letting it fall to the ground, tilting your head cutely to the side as you saw his eyes lingering on your body.

"you know you're not just changing. stop being a brat." you loved how helpless he looked, having to keep his hands on the wheel and not being able to keep his total focus on you. you loved teasing him like this and you knew exactly what the outcome was gonna be. you undid the bottom on your jean shorts, pulling them down your legs and feeling the rough material painfully rub over the sunburn you had gotten on your thigh, trying not to make a big deal out of it since you already had to hear kun nagging you for not applying enough sunscreen.

"what's wrong, daddy?" you pouted at him as your fingers grabbed the strings that secured your bikini bottom together. one little pull and you would be completely exposed to him.

"don't make me fucking stop this car." you almost giggled at how desperate he was getting. you knew he never swore unless he was starting to lose control and you watched as his eyes started to turn dark, gazing back at you, which both intimidated and excited you.

you bit your lip and smirked at him before pulling on the strings, the material immediately falling down and you almost lost your balance at how quickly kun pulled over on the side of the desert road. you quickly moved your body to the other corner of the car, scrunching your body into a ball and letting out a small scream, giggles falling from between your lips as kun opened the car door, stepping out to open the backseat one. you tried to get away and flinch from his touch but failed as his hand grabbed your ankle, pulling you towards him. 

"i'm sorry, daddy! i'm sorry, i'm sorry." you pleaded while trying to contain the giggles that threatened to leave your mouth, feeling a hard smack being placed over your exposed ass. you whined and tried to turn around to look at him, but his hands secured you in place, smacking your ass again. "i said i was sorry, daddy." you whined again, trying to soften him up but you knew that once you misbehaved there was no turning back.

"now you're sorry? you didn't hear me telling you to stop?" his voice was stern, his body still standing outside of the car and he finally let you turn around. you took the opportunity to lay down on your back, your body completely naked in front of him, the sunlight making your skin shine brighter.

"i thought you would enjoy seeing me naked." you murmured as your foot started making its way up his leg, his hand immediately grabbing your ankle.

"i do enjoy it but only when i'm able to touch you. don't play nice now, you knew you were teasing me and i couldn't do anything about it." he pushed your foot away, his body standing tall in front of you and you loved how vulnerable you felt. "plus you did it while i was driving. that's dangerous." you chuckled at his scolding to which kun didn't seem too amused with.

"it's not my fault that you're a pervert and can't look away, daddy." the smirk that you once had on your lips quickly disappeared as you felt kun's hand harshly slapping over the red sunburnt skin of your thigh, a loud whine escaping your lips as your eyes scrunched up.

"keep going, baby. keep making things worse for yourself." you opened your eyes slowly, looking up at him as your lips formed a small pout. his fingers wrapped around your chin and he lowered his body so his face was closer to yours, his eyes burning into you. "what's wrong, princess? don't feel like making any more smart remarks? hm? don't have anything clever to say now?" you frowned your eyebrows together, clearly upset that you had lost to him but you still had one more thing you could use to your advantage. you started raising your leg slowly, your knee brushing over his crotch and he let go of a soft groan before pressing his hand down on your leg to stop your movements. "and i'm the pervert?" he raised an eyebrow at you and you were quick to grab his face and pull him closer to you. but just as your lips were about to meet, he pulled away from you, chuckling at the way you whined at him.

"you think you can be a little brat and i'm just gonna give you what you want?" he tsked at you and shook his head as if disappointed by your way of thinking. "it's like you don't know me. move over." he suddenly said and you quickly sat up, scooting over to the side and letting him sit next to you, his hand pulling the door shut, his back resting against it as he fixed his gaze on you. you simply stared back him, both your hands between your legs as you waited for his next words.

"you're so quiet, princess. you're not so brave when i'm sitting right in front of you, are you?" he smirked as he watched you squirm in your seat. you would never admit it but he was right and for some reason that was even more arousing to you, how intimidated he made you feel. "what are you waiting for? hm?" you looked up at him again, your eyes sparkling at him. "if you're not gonna use that pretty mouth of yours to speak then you might as well use it for something else." the temperature inside the car was starting to rise and you were pretty sure it wasn't just from the strong heat of the sun but also from how your body was burning for him, your eyes following his hand that rested on top of his crotch, his fingers fondling with his cock over his shorts. "why are you acting so surprised? wasn't this what you wanted? daddy's cock?" you bit on your bottom lip at the sound of his words, starting to feel your juices dripping out of you from the anticipation of having him inside your mouth. "come here, princess. feel how hard you made me." his fingers wrapped around your wrist, bringing your hand forward and placing it over his boner. you could feel how hard and warm his cock was, twitching under your touch. your fingers went as far as to wrap over the waistband of his shorts, ready to pull them down but his hand stopped you from doing so.

"who gave you permission? hm?" you felt his hand placing a light tap on your cheek, his thumb rubbing over the spot right after. "i didn't hear you ask for it. where's your manners?" he smirked down at you, clearly amused with the whole situation as you stared at him with doe eyes, the desperation being visible in them.

"can i please have your cock, daddy?" you felt your cheeks burning up under his thumb, that slowly moved down to your bottom lip, encouraging you to part your lips.

"where do you want it?" it was his turn to bite on his own lip, watching as your tongue poked out to lick at the tip of his finger.

"in my mouth. can i please have it, daddy?" you murmured, your lips wrapping around his digit, sucking it gently into your mouth and noticing how his breath got heavy, his eyes fixated on yours. he chuckled and removed his finger from your mouth before shaking his head.

"no, you can't." his smirk was wider this time and you whined at the sound of his words, your body moving forward and your hands wrapping desperately around his neck.

"why not? please daddy." you whined and pouted but he only grabbed your arms, moving you away from him and making you seat down again.

"you're still asking why?" his eyebrow raised at you, his hand coming down to rub over his boner, painfully teasing you with what was so close to you but you couldn't have.

"but i asked nicely." you pouted, crossing your arms in front of your chest and looking the other way, your eyes staring at some random spot outside of the car window, hearing kun laughing at your reaction behind you. you suddenly felt his fingers intertwining with the locks of your hair and pulling you towards him, causing you to whine at the pain. 

"come here if you want it so bad then. lay down." he commanded as you immediately complied, laying on your stomach on top of the car seat, coming face to face with his crotch, your mouth salivating at the though of finally tasting him.

your fingers quickly reached for the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down just enough to free his hard cock that slapped against his stomach. your tongue licked your lips eagerly and your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, but you received another hair pull before you could reach what you've been craving so much.

"we've talked about this already, princess. if you don't show me that you're a good girl then maybe you don't deserve daddy's cock." his hand kept your head still, watching as your body squirmed, your pretty eyes looking up at him.

"i'm sorry, daddy. can i lick it, please? i want it so bad, i'll be a good girl, i promise." your words came out more like whines but kun thought you sounded so cute begging for his cock that he could not hold it back anymore.

"there you go." you wasted no time in wrapping your lips around him, not even taking your time to tease him, you just took as much as you could in your mouth, tasting the remains of saltiness of the ocean water on his skin.

you heard kun groan as you sucked particularly harder at the tip of his cock, feeling him twitch against your tongue. you bobed your head faster on him, noticing how he would thrust his hips up slightly at you every time his cock reached deeper inside your throat. you felt his fingers pulling on your hair once again, forcing you to remove his cock from your mouth, a loud whine escaping from your lips at the lack of contact.

"come here, baby. i want to fuck that little pussy of yours." you almost lost your balance as he pulled you to his lap by your arm, his fingers tight against your skin until you were straddling his lap. you let out a chuckle, biting on your bottom lip as your arms wrapped around his shoulders.

"are you getting desperate, daddy?" you teased him with a big smirk on your lips, almost as if you were challenging him and you received a hard slap on your ass in return, making you flinch forward and whimper.

"you only said you would be a good girl so you could have my cock in your mouth, didn't you?" you chuckled and nodded your head at him. "you'll always be daddy's brat, i can't trust you." he shook his head in disapproval and you brought your body closer to him, consequently grinding on his cock, whimpering at the feeling of his warm skin against your folds. "you're lucky, princess. if i didn't want to fuck you so bad, i would just leave you here untouched." for some reason his threatening tone only made you wetter, contributing for the burning feeling inside you and you brushed your lips over his, your hand grabbing his cock and positioning the tip at your entrance, his arms wrapping tighter around your body.

"but you won't." you smirked, letting his length slide inside you, both of you moaning at the feeling of finally feeling complete. his hands slid down to your hips as you bounced on his cock, feeling him reaching a little deeper every time you sat on him, his length filling you up perfectly, causing you to moan against his lips as you pulled him in for a desperate kiss.

"daddy…" you whimpered, your movements starting to get more sloppy and slower, your breathing becoming more irregular by the second. 

"yes, baby." he answered back, his head thrown back against the window glass, small groans falling from his mouth.

"i'm getting tired." you whined as you kept eagerly bouncing on him but failing miserably, your legs way too sore to keep going.

"should have thought about that before opening that bratty little mouth of yours." he smirked, watching as your eyebrows frowned and small tears formed at the corners of your eyes from the desperation of not being able to please yourself on him.

"daddy please. help me." you cried out, your face burying on the crook of his neck and he chuckled, amused with your neediness.

"sorry baby, no can do." you quickly raised your head up again, looking angrily in his eyes as he just stared back at you like he wasn't still hard inside you.

"if i don't move you won't cum either." you tilted your head to the side, giving him a playful smirk with the thought that you had already got him, but he was quick to clean that smug look off of your face, his thumb caressing over your chin.

"but you will move. because you don't want to disappoint daddy, right princess?" your smile turned into an upside down one and you almost gave in to the urge of wanting to cry out again. which you ended up doing just seconds later as he delivered a smack to your ass. "right, princess?" he repeated and you simply nodded your head, pouting as you started moving on top of him again, whimpering at the feeling of his cock sliding deliciously against your walls. "you might just be daddy's good little girl after all." he smirked before kissing your lips. even if kun didn't want to admit, he still pitied you and would only let you suffer to a certain extend, so he placed his hands over your hips, helping you bounce on him, swallowing every single moan and whimper you let out, that sounded so sweet to him and made his cock twitch inside you.

"uhmm, daddy i'm close." you whimpered against his lips and small smirk made an appearance on the corner of his lips as your fingers wrapped under the locks of his hair and you started to move more eagerly on his cock.

"wanna cum, baby? already?" he murmured while his thumb settled on top of your clit, moving him in slow circles but it was exactly what you needed to bring your orgasm forward.

"yes… please daddy." you cried out for him, feeling the intense feeling spreading all over your body, causing it to squirm on top of him, a loud moan escaping unannounced from your mouth, kun's hands gripping your hips tighter against him, groaning at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. 

he gave you time to come down from your orgasm, his fingers brushing some of the strands of hair that laid over your face and tucking them behind your ear, his other hand caressing your back gently.

"daddy hasn't cum yet, princess." he whispered before pressing a quick kiss to your lips. you smiled warmly at him and got up, feeling his cock slowly coming out of you. you settled yourself on your knees in front of him, trying to squeeze your body on the small space between the two seats, your lips parting slightly and your tongue poking out, doe eyes staring brightly at him. he slowly let the tip of his cock slide inside your mouth, feeling your warm and velvety tongue brush against it, groaning loudly when your lips wrapped around him, moving up and down on his length, kun's hand settling on the back of your head to incentivate you to take more of him inside your mouth. you could still taste yourself on his skin, swallowing every little remain of your own cum that you had left on his cock. he threw his head back, his eyes shutting close and his eyebrows frowning as he felt his orgasm approaching, his seed filling up your mouth at the same time as you heard sirens in the distance. you swallowed his cum quickly, cleaning your mouth with your hand and shooting a worried look at kun.

"get dressed, baby." he simply said as he tucked his cock inside his pants again, exiting the car as the sound of the sirens just got closer and closer and as you hurried to pull the random dress you found in your bag over your head, you saw the blue and red lights outside of the car's back window. you heard noise on the outside and you quickly slid your body to the front seat again, sitting down just in time before a police officer showed at your window.

"hello ma'am. is everything alright?" the officer spoke and you quickly looked to your side to see kun talking to the second policeman, your eyes turning back to the one leaning against the car next to you.

"yes. our car had a problem but i think it's solved now. we were just on our way out." you smiled warmly at him and he nodded his head, walking around the car and you saw both of them leave through the rearview mirror. the door suddenly opened and kun got in, sitting down and laughing as the police car drove away. you let out a sigh of relief and couldn't help but chuckle too.

"that was close." kun said as he started the car again, driving it back to the road and returning to the journey you two left on pause.

"you think they knew we were fucking?" you looked at him with wide eyes and a smirk on your lips and he chuckled, glancing over to you and then back to the road.

"they definitely knew we were fucking."

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