#he is currently the only man I am attracted too and it sucks

[dhoranbolt]

Devilish

a/n: Happy (late) Valentine's! I suck at time management this was supposed to be out like a week ago lmao. Brought to you by that one Sukuna art, Fleabag, the songs Church/Devilish by Chase Atlantic, and really just my priest kink in general, yeah.

Disclaimer - I am not super religious forgive me if none of this makes sense lmao idk

Friendly reminder- if your age isn't easily accessible on your profile I will not be tagging you! That said if you'd like a tag in future works let me know and I'll add you to the list!

Bestie beta reader: @yukios-medic ily ma'am as always you keep me sane 🥹💙

Pairing: priest!Sukuna x fem!reader

cw/tw: minors/ageless blogs DNI, priest kink, degradation, reader is called good girl, oral (female receiving) unprotected sex, cream pie, dirty talk

Word count: 5.7k

She’s seen him around the coffee shop she frequents every once in a while. ‘Gorgeous’ might be an understatement – maybe ‘sculpted by the gods’ would be a more accurate description.

He’s tall, muscular, from what she can tell under his loose-fitting tee and jeans. She swears she’s not gawking, but with the tattoos that line his face and arms, so intricate yet simple, his fluffy pink hair, could anyone really blame her for staring a second too long?

He’s so breathtaking, she might just be showing up to the coffee shop more often than she used to just in the hopes of glimpsing him a little longer. Maybe in a different t-shirt, maybe in a suit– okay stop.

She’s decided to take a seat while she waits for her order to be called out, not having paid particular attention to who from the list of regulars she sees strewn about the shop.

“Order for Father Kuna!” She huffs a small laugh out as the barista calls the name with such a straight face, and then pink hair is blocking the view. Her breath catches in her throat the moment he turns around to walk back to his table with a grin, and their eyes meet. Her heart jumps into her throat, but the moment is only that- a moment, and then he’s moving out of her view, back to the table of other men laughing as he rejoins their group.

She chances a look that way to see a man with long black hair, and another with short white hair. She looks away before any of them can feel her eyes on them. It was enough that he was so attractive, but all three of them?

It’s not the first time she’s seen him smile, but it is the first time he’s looked at her, smile widening as they lock eyes.

–

Granted, it’s only Tuesday, this whole week has been one inconvenience after another, and her visit to the coffee shop is not an exception. In her rush to find caffeine, she’d neglected to bring her wallet with her. So, imagine her surprise when she moves to pull it from her purse and pay, only to notice it missing.

She’s huffing as she frantically looks through the bag again. The cashier in front of her looks bored, like this is probably not the first time this exact situation has taken place today, and if the world could just open up and swallow her whole right now, that would be great–

“I can pay, if you can’t find your wallet.” A voice calls from behind her, and if her cheeks weren’t already red from embarrassment at her current situation, they would be now.

Turning to look at the owner of the voice, she’s met with an abdomen, and as she follows it up, black tattoos come into view, and so does pink hair, and are his eyes red–

“Oh, please no, it’s fine I’ll just–” He laughs, and she feels like every inconvenience in her life could just melt away at the sound.

“I insist. Besides, what kind of good Samaritan would I be if I left a damsel without the caffeine she looks like she might break down without?” Her face scrunches up at his comment, but before she can question it, he’s stepping past her to order his own drink and pay.

“I was joking, by the way. About the caffeine comment. I’m sorry if it came across rude, you just looked a little you could have used a laugh. Long week?” She laughs and nods as they wait off to the side for their drinks.

“The longest. And thank you for paying, really you didn’t have to, but I appreciate it, nonetheless.” He grins again and her heart might actually jump out of her chest at just how painfully gorgeous this man is.

“It’s no issue, I like helping people where I can.”

“Well, I’m going to pay you back after this, just so you know.” He chuckles and shakes his head.

“There’s no need, we’ll say I just did it out of the kindness of my heart and leave it at that.”

“I don’t like feeling like I owe people.”

“Then don’t feel that way.” She lets out an exasperated huff as she looks up at him, but he’s grinning down at her again.

“Okay fine, fine. How about this? How about you can pay me back, by meeting me… Here.” He says as he scribbles an address out for her on a napkin. He hands it over, and she takes it with a raised brow, looking at the unfamiliar street name and number.

“You want me to bring your money to an address I’ve never been to before?” And there’s a sparkle in his eyes as he looks down at her.

“I don’t even know you.”

“Sure you do,” he says with a nod, continuing on, “I’m Sukuna, the devilishly handsome coffee shop patron who doubles as your knight in shining armor for today.” She laughs as he grins.

“Okay, well, what makes you think you know me?” And he pretends to think for a minute.

“Well lets see, I’ve seen you around this little shop long enough to know that you’re a woman of your word.”

“How, this is the first time we’ve ever exchanged words.” She scoffs another laugh.

“Oh so you have noticed me around then?” And anything she says next would give away the fact she did notice him around, so her jaw opens and closes silently as she debates on what to say next.

“I-” And she’s saved by the barista interrupting her derailed train of thought.

“Order for Ryomen!” He moves to the pickup bar, taking the two drinks in hand and walking back to her.

“Meet me there tonight, seven fifteen.” And she’s still trying to register what’s even really happening as he hands her the cup.

“What is this like a date?” The words leave her mouth before she can stop them, and she bites her tongue as he chuckles.

“Yeah, something like that. Just come, then consider your drink paid for.” And how could she say no to him?

“Okay sure,” she laughs nervously, “I’ll be there, Sukuna.” And she savors the way his name sounds, rolling off her tongue.

“I’m looking forward to it, enjoy your drink.” He says with a smirk, before leaving her in the coffee shop. Sitting down at a nearby table, she pulls out her phone to look up the address she’d just agreed to meet a semi-total stranger at, and when it loads on her map she’s left even more confused than before – it’s the address to a church.

–

She’s sitting in the parking lot of the church, staring at the doors in contemplation. She’s not very religious, but the curiosity of finding out just what he could possibly be asking her here for, is why she’s making her way to said doors once the first few groups of people pass. She laughs to herself at the mental image of the church setting her ablaze the second she steps in.

Looking around at everyone sitting down, she’s searching for pink hair, but doesn’t see it. For church on a Tuesday night, the place is almost packed. She barely finds a seat with breathing room from the sea of faces around her.

‘It is only eight past seven though, maybe I’m just early.’ She thinks, trying to calm her rising nerves. What is she even doing here? It was so easy for a handsome stranger to coax her into following him to some random church, surely this was not the stellar survival instinct of someone who doesn’t get serial murdered.

The minutes tick by, and she’s about to just get up and leave, mortification starting to settle at the fact she believed he would even show up, when a familiar voice gathers all attention to the front of the room, and she freezes.

What exactly is she supposed to make of the sight before her? Black tattoos, pink hair, muscular body, covered up in black clothing, complete with the white tab collar. If the building wasn’t going to set her on fire before, it surely would now.

“Good evening, everyone. For those of you that are joining us for the first time tonight, I’m Father Ryomen.”

He’s looking out into the crowd as he speaks, eyes scanning the rows of people for her. When his eyes land on her, her breath catches in her throat, shivers running through her entire body.

‘There is no way in hell that I am horny in church right now.’ But there is a way, and his lip is currently curling up at the corner as he looks at her.

So, she sits for the next hour and a half, listening to the sound of his voice as he goes on through his sermon, not retaining anything except for how smooth his voice sounds, booming off the walls. He gives his closing words, and everyone around her begins to get up. Some filter out, most stay back to chat with him, and she decides to wait until there is no longer a line leading up to him.

The last big group of people finish up, and she’s finally had ample time to process the image before her as she makes her way toward him against the leaving crowd.

“You made it.” He says with a warm smile, and her stomach twists.

“I won’t lie, I thought you were joking still when I realized it was a church. So, a priest, huh?” He laughs with a nod.

“Forgive me, father, if I didn’t take you for the type.” Sukuna smirks down at her, and for a second, she swears there’s a mischievous glint in his eyes. It’s gone just as soon though, and she chalks it up to the lighting.

“Most people don’t, with the tattoos and all. I don’t mind, though. I use it as a way to show it is not our place to cast judgment upon others. But services are over, please, just call me Sukuna.”

“How very religious of you, Sukuna.” She hums.

“And what about you, then?”

“Honestly? I’ve never been very religious.” She shrugs, ‘but I can see why the people at this church would be’.

“And yet I talked you into coming? Surely that’s got to mean something.” He jokes as he rests a hand on her arm for a second.

“It does, if I’m not mistaken, my drink is now paid for in full.”

“Hah.” He fake laughs, and the sound makes her stomach flutter as she looks around.

“I should probably get going though, I think we’re the last two here.” She notes, seeing the fact everyone else has filtered out of the church, before looking back up at him.

“Why don’t you stay with me and lock up, I want to show you something.” Conscious of the fact she still doesn’t really know him, she raises an eyebrow at him, searching his face for any ill-intent.

“It’s nothing bad, I promise. I don’t bite, if that’s what you’re worried about.” And she doesn’t sense anything bad about him, his words seem genuine. There’s something about him though, she can’t quite place. It doesn’t set off alarm bells, but it piqued her interest, making her stomach knot in anticipation.

So, she follows him. Chatting about nothing in particular as he tidies around, and they lock up the church for the night.

“You know, I would have never in my wildest dreams, guessed priest.” He threw her a smile.

“So what did you dream about me then?” Her cheeks burn, and she busies herself with the now very interesting chip in her nail polish as she flounders for a response. But he hooks his finger under her chin, grabbing her attention.

“Hey, I’m kidding.” He says, leaning down to catch her eye, and her heart stops. She’s not sure what she’s doing as she stares back into scarlet eyes, but the air around them changes. Suddenly, it’s thick with desire, so thick she could almost choke on it. And she can feel the gap between them slowly closing- he licks his lips, eyes glancing down at her own for just a second.

“C’mon, we’re not done yet.” He says softly, before pulling away. Her head is swimming, was she just about to kiss the hot coffee shop priest inside the church, no less? But she doesn’t dwell, he’s already moving to the other end of the hall, and she’s quick to catch up.

“It’s usually one of the other two fathers and myself,” he explains as he moves through the church, checking doors and tidying up as he goes. “unfortunately they’re both out this week.”

“And that leaves poor Father Ryomen to take care of the church all by himself?” She teases, and he scoffs.

“They’re unreliable as it is. Though the current company isn’t an undesirable exchange.” He winks at her, and not for the first time tonight, she wonders why he’s called her here.

“Why did you bring me here?”

“To repay your drink from earlier.” She rolls her eyes with a smile.

“That is so not why you dragged a stranger to your church.”

“Why do you think I dragged you here then, hmm?” He whispers, eyes slipping down to her lips again before searching her face.

“And I already told you, we aren’t strangers.” As he says it, it really does feel true. She doesn’t feel out of place next to him, doesn’t feel like she shouldn’t be here, even if this is the first time she’s stepped into a church in years. She takes his shift in conversation and runs with it, not answering his previous question. The thought he’d brought her here for anything other than to listen to him preach was starting to take hold, and she’d rather not read the room wrong and tell him what she was really thinking.

“It’s been so long since I’ve been to church, I thought maybe I’d be struck down the moment I made it inside.” She laughs, stepping past the door he holds open for her into a new room.

“Have you ever done confession before?” He asks, moving to refill the holy water.

“Can’t say that I have, but I get the gist of it.”

“Enlighten me.” He’s glancing at her with a stern look on his face as he caps the bottle.

“You sit on one side, us sinners sit on the other.” and at that he cracks a smile, chuckling.

“Keep going, you’re on the right track.”

“And, they tell them to you and you forgive them on god's behalf.” He shakes his head, still smiling.

“Want to give it a go?” She looks at him with an arched brow, and this time she laughs.

“You did this on purpose didn’t you, paid for my drink to get me into a booth. I’m almost positive that falls under coercion, y’know.”

“Oh c’mon, just try it. Don’t you trust me?” And there it is again, that mischievous glint in his eyes that makes heat pool in her lower stomach. She bites her lip.

“No I trust you just fine Sukuna, I just-” But he’s placing a hand at the small of her back, leading her to the booth at the front of the room.

“What are you doing?”

“Going to wash you from years of sin.” He whispers as he leans down to her ear, and a shiver runs through her.

“You’re joking-”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” And he’s reaching over her to slide the curtain aside, motioning for her to sit.

“I don’t think-”

“Then don’t. Be a good girl, have a seat.” Her stomach flips at his words, and there’s that smirk again. Like he knows exactly what he’s doing to her. What could humoring him hurt? She’s moving, brushing past his reach to sit on the hard wood. He gives her a nod, closing the curtain.

“I’ll be right on the other side, then I’ll talk you through it.” 'I bet you would' and the words are flashing in her mind before she can stop them. Maybe five hours ago, before she knew he’d sworn himself to a life of celibacy and Jesus, his hands all over her had been attainable. But now? This just felt like torture- and yet here she was. Being a good girl for him, and sitting in his booth.

She chews her lip, shifting her thighs together.

“Nervous?” He asks, hearing the noise. She stops moving, shame washing over herself. Not only was she trying to relieve some of the tension between her legs in a church- Sukuna could hear it.

“Y-yeah, something like that.” She laughs, putting her hands to her face.

“You have nothing to worry about. Sinning is innately human, that’s why you come to me.” And did she really come to him? Certainly not for this, but again, here she was. When he realized she wasn’t going to speak up again, he continued.

“Let’s start off with this, just say what you can read off the little plaque there.”

“Sukuna-”

“Aht aht,’ he cuts her off “I’m Father, in the booth, little one.” Heat pools between her legs at his tone. It’s playful but firm, and she can’t help the way she’s biting her lip to not make a sound. She follows his instructions, and- this feels ridiculous, what are they doing exactly? Why is she still doing it?

“What are they?”

“I don’t,” she wracks her brain for an answer. Being here in the first place, premarital sex, lusting for a priest, lusting for said priest while in the church.. The list was long, and she wasn’t sure saying it aloud would make the dull ache she was currently feeling any better.

“Don’t be shy now.” And he says now like he knew something she didn’t, about what was really going on here.

“I’ve watched Twilight.” It’s the first thing to come to her mind that doesn’t elude to the fact she’s going home to stuff a dildo into her aching walls while she thinks about him tonight. The answer catches him off guard, and he chuckles. Turning to the wicker wall dividing them. She can’t physically see him looking at her, but she can feel his eyes on her through the divider.

“Twilight, really?” Her cheeks turn pink, and she looks right back at him.

“Look I read it was like, devil worship according to the church in some article, okay?” He shakes his head with a smile.

“The woman who I met in the coffee shop just doesn’t strike me as the type to watch vampire movies, is all.” He teases.

“Oh like you’ve never watched a single fantasy movie.” He’s quiet now, and she blinks.

“… Not a single one, ever? Isn’t lying a sin, Father?” She challenges.

“We should stick to the topic at hand, sinner.” Her jaw drops and she scoffs in disbelief.

“Okay, well, the next one is that I have tattoos.” She can just imagine the look on his face right now.

“That’s a common one.”

“I’m still surprised they let you, with the tattoos.” She notes, smoothing out her dress over her thighs.

“I can be very convincing, when I need to be.”

“What is that like code for something?”

“My charm helps, even the little old ladies got over them when I flashed a nice smile.”

“I’m sure you’re very popular with all the grandmas.” She laughed.

“Not as popular as Father Gojo, but he’s always been the type to flirt with most things that have legs, regardless of age.” And he has to keep from rolling his eyes or talking any further down on the white haired man.

“I thought flirting was like, forbidden in your religion.”

“Not necessarily forbidden. frown upon, sure, side-eyed possibly.” She could live with side-eyed, hell she could live with frowned upon too. She wasn’t the one that took an oath of never sticking her dick in someone else. But she was the one that decided she wanted a priest of all people, to stick their dick in her. That wasn’t much better for her in the long run though.

“I think that about covers all my transgressions up to this point. Hey, does it still work if I confess to something I eventually will do? I think that’s a much better way to run this whole thing.” Sukuna chuckles, she’s definitely warmed up to being here with him, he can tell in the way she speaks so freely.

“That covers everything huh? Sure you’re not missing anything?”

“Like what?”

“How about, ’I’ve been eyeing up a priest for the past month now’.”

“I- what?” Her voice catches in her throat, jaw dropping and face burning. This visit had just taken a left turn, there was no way he’d just said that.

“Go on, say it. Unless of course, I’m wrong? Just remember, lying is a sin.” She can hear the smirk in his voice, but he doesn’t stop.

“Maybe, ‘I’m so turned on I can’t even sit still’.” Her breath catches in her throat- how could he have known that.

“Or how about, ‘I’ve even made a priest question where his loyalties lie’.” Her body was hot, a fire growing in the pit of her stomach. She takes a shallow breath, mouth feeling dry. She was going to have to answer him at some point, situational whiplash or not. She might as well try to level the playing field while she was at it,

“I’ll own up to mine, but not yours.” He chuckles, and it’s deep, ringing in her ears.

“Perhaps we should switch sides of the booth then.” Listening to a hot priest tell her just how into him she was, wasn’t exactly how she’d imagined tonight going. But when she really thought about it, what other way could tonight have gone?

She heard him shifting on his side, before the curtain was being drawn back. And her handsome, well put together priest, was no longer looking quite so put together anymore.

His hair looked like he’d been running his fingers through it, shoulders moving in sync with his breathing as he gripped the side of the booth.

“Lust is a sin too- but sometimes I just can’t help myself.” She swallowed hard at his words, frozen in place as she stared up at him, red eyes burning into her.

“I can always get on my knees, ask god's forgiveness afterwards.”

“Sukuna…” And she’s watching him slowly sink to the floor before her. Even as she looks down at him, she doesn’t get the feeling that she’s the one in charge of this situation. He moves forward, caging her against the back of the booth, his face inches away.

He looks so different from what she normally sees at the coffee shop; lips twitching up in a smirk as he reaches over to caress her cheek. He certainly doesn’t look anything like a priest, let alone a respectable one. He looks devilish, like he’s been waiting for an opportunity to get her here. And she can’t say it’s not exactly where she wants to be.

He leans closer to pull her into a kiss. The first one is slow, tentative, even though they’re both so clearly worked up. Pulling back to look her in the eyes he searches them, before they both crash their lips together.

“Mmm- wait- wait!” She can barely get the words out against his mouth, pressing her hands against his chest. He pulls back, looking at her in concern that he’d over stepped.

“What about- what if someone sees us?” The concern on her face that someone would catch them doing this, and not the fact that they’re still going to, is so cute of her.

“We locked the doors, didn’t we?” He grins and lets out a breathless laugh as the realization crosses her face. The son of a bitch planned this whole thing. He dips back in to claim her lips again, hands traveling down her sides to her ass, sliding her to the edge of the seat.

“From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I knew you’d be the reason.” He’s pressing kisses along her jaw, down her neck, anywhere he can reach.

“What?” She breaths, not really hearing him as her eyelids flutter. She’s too wrapped up in the whole situation, in how soft but firm his palm feels against her face as she leans into his touch. How wrong but right it feels for him to touch her, even just like this.

“Knew I’d stumble,” His thumb traces her bottom lip, tugging it down, and she opens her mouth instinctively. He’s using the grip on her jaw to turn her face to the side, planting kisses below her ear as she shutters, whining at the feeling.

“It’s like you knew, walking into a church wearing a dress. Walking into my church, wearing that dress. Did you wear it because you caught me staring a little longer when you would?” He’s rough, pressing his lips along her neck, across her chest, sucking, biting his way further down her body.

Her head is spinning. This was wrong, wasn’t it? But the fact it was wrong only turned her on more. She’d never wanted, needed, someone to fuck her so badly before. His hands are everywhere, kneading her chest, pinching at her hardening nipples.

“I asked you a question.” Sukuna’s still pinching at her bud, and she can barely concentrate enough to whimper a ‘yes’.

“Yes what?”

“Yes… Yes… I wore it just for you.” He sucks his teeth with a grin.

"Be a good girl and keep your eyes on me, I want to see them.” He pulls away from her and slips further down, running his hands from her knees up her thighs, pushing her dress up as he does. She’s instinctively parting her legs, letting him ghost his lips up the inside of her thigh. Sukuna presses his thumb against the wet spot on her panties, looking up to see her squirming closer as he does.

“Patients is a virtue, sweetheart.” He warns as he drags the lacy fabric down, discarding it off to the side. She huffs with a pout,

He presses his thumb to her clit, rubbing slow circles as she twitches below him.

He rubs a finger through her slick folds, slowly pushing into her. It's easy, she's so wet, whining for him so needily, and he's already working a second one in.

"Eyes on me, you're going to look at me while I make you cry." She could finish right here, he was so calm yet demanding. Scissoring his fingers inside of her he moved his thumb, dropping his mouth over her clit as he sucked.

Her thighs are fighting to close against him as he slides his fingers into her, tongue moving in slow circles. It's cramped in the booth, but Sukuna still finds the space to use his arms to hold her legs open. She's biting her lip so hard as she watches him, body tense. Her grip on his hair is tight, and she doesn't know if she's trying to pull him closer or push him away as the pleasure builds in her abdomen.

Sukuna doesn't stop as he feels every part of her clench, her body rigid and she takes everything he's giving her. He's sucking as he moves his tongue just a little faster, fingers sliding in and out of her slick cunt as he curls them inside of her. Her back arches, legs shaking as her walls clamp down on his fingers, pulsing as her orgasm washes over her. She's gripping his pink hair, trying as hard as she can to keep her eyes on him as he works her through it.

He's watching her with determination, listening to her cry his name, as his cock strained in his pants. With a few more shallow pumps of his fingers he pulls out and she whines.

"Greed is a sin too, sweetheart." He says as he lifts his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. She breathes in softly as she watches, the low grown leaving his mouth making her stomach flip.

"Taste divine, I'd keep you here for hours if I could." He moans, pressing his mouth to her glistening cunt as he lapped her clean. She cried out at the over stimulation, hands flying to his head, trying to push him away. He simply takes both her wrists in his hand, holding them at bay.

"Try to stop me again, and it'll be a long night for you in this booth." He warns, pulling back to look at her. A rush floods her body at the thought, and he's leaning up to kiss her again. She's eager to return it, lacing her fingers through the hair at his nape.

Sukuna pulls her up on shaky legs, turning them so he can sit down instead, pulling her to straddle him. He presses her down over his clothed bulge, grinding up into her as he pulls away.

"You gonna be a good girl and have a seat?" She whines, grinding right back down onto him with a nod as she runs her hands down his chest, fumbling with his belt. He rubs his hands up and down her sides as she works, whimpers of frustration falling from her lips as she works on his pants.

"Patients is still a virtue." He hums, kissing the side of her neck. She can feel how thick he is even over his pants, but she's not ready for just how thick he actually is when she works him out of his clothes. Her jaw drops with a gasp as she runs her thumb over his slit, already dripping with precum. Sukuna hisses, hand flying down to grip her own. 

"I said sit." He says, gripping her hips to lift her over him.

"You're so-"

"I'll fit, don't worry." He soothes as he moves her, rubbing his head between her folds a few times before slowly pulling her down. Her hands fly to his shoulders, gripping tight as he slowly stretches her out, making room for himself as he breaks her open over him.

"Sukuna, Sukuna!" She whimpers.

"You're doing so well, look at you." He praises, brushing his thumb over her cheek. She doesn't think she can take anymore, and yet her walls are practically sucking him further in, begging for more. God no one's ever felt like this before, he filled every space inside of her.

And then the back of her thighs are flush against his own, as he slowly rocks into her.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" He coos, and she shakes her head, mind already hazy from the pleasure.

"No." She whimpers, and rolls her hips with a cry.

"Fuck you're so much." She sobs, body shaking.

"Yeah? But you're going to take it." And he's pulling out, only to slam back up into her. She screams, nails digging into his arms as he holds her. He sets a steady pace, and after the first few thrusts she starts to move too, bouncing herself over him, pushing him further into her tight heat everytime their hips meet.

Sukuna pulls the top of her dress down, sucking a nipple into his mouth. All she can do is moan and grind harder down into him. Looking down between them she watches as he disappears into her, and it should be terrifying, just how much of him there is- yet she's accommodating every thick inch. And then she sees it when he pulls away from her chest- the bulge in her lower abdomen. She takes a shaken breath, and presses down on it.

“Oh my god fuck!” she whines, throwing her head back as her legs shake.

“When I’m this deep in you, the only God you should be crying for is me.” Sukuna growls, fingers digging into her sides to hold her in place as he fucked up into her. She clenched around him at his words and he grinned.

“Oh she liked that, did she?”

“Sukuna-! Fuck I’m gonna cum!” She cried, nails digging into his arms. He drank in the way she looked, jaw dropped in a silent moan, lip quivering. He wasn’t going to last much longer either, with the way her walls fluttered around him, sucking him deeper with every thrust.

“Where should I-”

“Fuck- inside, I don’t care just please-” She was shaking her head, rolling her hips into him as she babbled. Sukuna gripped her chin, forcing her attention on him.

“Say it again, like you mean it. Like you want it.”

“Please Sukuna, finish inside me. Wanna feel you inside me!” Her walls clamped down hard around him as she cried. He lifted a hand to wrap it behind her head, pulling her forehead against his own.

“There it is, take it. Be a good girl and cum for me.” He growled, watching as she came undone before him; jaw dropped in a silent moan as she pulsed around him. Sukuna fucked her through her orgasm, sending him right over the edge into his own. She whined at the feeling of him painting her insides in hot spurts, grinding further into him as they both pant.

It was quiet, aside from their breathing as they came down from the high, lustful haze being left behind. She cleared her throat, realizing they’d have to clean up the mess that was going to drip out of her.

“Well…” She started, beginning to pull back when Sukuna stopped her.

“Where do you think you’re going?” The question takes her aback as she stutters for an answer.

“I just- I thought- the mess…?” He grins lazily up at her, swiping a thumb over her bottom lip.

“Did you really think I brought you here just for one fuck?”

“Technically you brought me here over coffee.” She giggled, leaning into his palm.

“Leave your wallet at home more often then.” He demands, and she swallows hard, gasping as he bucks up into her again.

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[xylomane]

𝙎𝙤... 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙨𝙠 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚...

Ft. Diluc Ragnvindr Context: You're bored after he left for work and he called you somewhere at night to ask if you want anything from the malls since he just so happened to stop by one. Teasingly and craving for naught, you ask him to buy you a lingerie. You wonder just what kind he'll pick. Does he even know those...?

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Ｄｉｌｕｃ

"Huh? what's wrong? It's just a lingerie, you're the one with a problem not me." You say nonchalantly through the phone. "B-but listen, okay? I'm not good at this and even if I am-" You dropped the call, not even motivated to listen to anymore of his stammers. He's cute but still. It's been fifteen minutes since you requested him for a lingerie and he's still not convinced to agree? How will you know his favorites now?You can't wait another day. You needed to know his preferences.

Diluc knew to himself that he really didn't mean to disappoint. He just... never saw himself suitable for these kinds of things. He is a gentleman of course, with a name and a status to protect. He can't just show up in a lingerie store and attract some attention, his sex life would be questioned if somebody were to recognize him. (Diluc is famously known as the son of the founder of the most successful wine company in the entire world)

Diluc, knowing himself as a pleaser, didn't want to disappoint you any further so he sends you a text to assure you that he'll make it happen: "I'm sorry darling, I promise I'll get you one. I hope it is to your liking." The moment he hits the 'send' button, he rubs his face and sighs.

Diluc goes straight back inside his black car to drive to one of his most trusted tailors. He has given them many commisions regarding clothing before, and they always come out stunning. He let himself relax over the cushioned seat of his car, picturing whatever kind of reaction you'll have on your face until he arrived at the pavement before the tailor's building.

Diluc tried. He really did. He declined the offer for a designer because he wanted the lingerie designed only by him. If he were to still get a designer for it, it might take a day or two before it gets finished. Plus... it's a little... embarrassing. Diluc gets uneasy just by thinking about it.

Diluc needed it done by midnight and it's currently 10:00pm. He knew he needed to hurry but now that he himself, being known to always have a phrase ready on any occasion, had been explaining for about half an hour to a tailor that felt like he was suddenly speaking gibberish, there's no doubt that the chances of making the lingerie might be delayed.

Finally, the tailor sighed at him, exasperated with all the mind work to understand his stammers. She simply told him, "Paper and pencil. Show me when ready." And she hands him two objects that made Diluc's confidence stutter.

Diluc stares at the paper and he feels his cheeks burn with shame. It felt like his confidence just depleted. He knows full well she's just as stressed as he is because, hearing himself, the conversation did not make any sense. But was it really that bad...? Where the tailor even needed visual aid FROM HIM because he sucked at explaining what he wanted? Diluc isn't one to drown himself in shame anymore, so to save face for himself, he actually got to work.

The tailor had been observing the young man behind the rims of her eyeglasses and goodness- she can tell this man is holding back. At some point, as she stuck different pins on a gown of her own design, she contemplated whether she'd rather ask him what he would like to see on a woman in bed or why he wants to see that on a woman in bed. In the end, she waves the thoughts way. None of her business.

Diluc started drawing, straps and laces here and there... rose patterns? Not bad. Is the crotch area too thin? He asks himself then resorts to erasing the entire sketch of the bottom garment away. Is the fabric transparent? Diluc's eyebrows point down. But... that's a little too... he felt his hands reach to cuddle his length, goodness how is he supposed to-

Diluc really wanted something, but he didn't want to make you uncomfortable so he kept holding himself back and doubting each design. Even when Diluc's head spiraled with ideas, he didn't know which one of these ideas intrigue you the most.

At this point, Diluc doesn't really know where to begin with anymore, his tried everything and it's almost been an hour. He didn't want to delay the lingerie any longer so he just followed his heart in the process. Ok... ribbons. Ribbons? Is that too weird on a lingerie? Surely not. Red lace ribbons? There? Yes, his mind liked those. Attached on what color though? Maybe something baby pink or peach. He needed them in two pieces of course.

Finally, he folded the paper unequally to four, stuffed it in his pocket, and then reached for the tailor to whom he finally said the design to. He didn't hold himself back this time and openly told her of how he wanted the lingerie to look. He wasn't planning to show it, but ended up showing it anyway.

"Good thing you got it done..." The tailor told him, letting out a sigh of relief as she placed measurements on a mannequin. "You sure have grown Master Diluc."

Diluc froze at that phrase. She's not lying nor is she wrong. All Diluc really wanted to feel was the lust in the look of you... breedable and inexperienced before him but of course he can't say that so he realized that after all these thoughts, he cannot talk back. He can't. Like, really. It made him feel so awkward that he had to think of an excuse to get out of the establishment. "I'll wait by the car." He excuses, "Just call me when it's ready. Make sure it's done before midnight." And they assure him that it is to be done quickly for the fabrics have already been chosen for the lingerie.

The tailor throws him one last curious stare behind her eyeglasses and then brings her hand to sew and get back to work while musing the unexpected request. (Last Christmas, Diluc asked the tailor to make a dress for you so she already knows your size)

When Diluc got into his car, he brought both his gloved hands to his face. What. A. Night. He didn't know it was THAT hard to think of a lingerie for you. All those thinking of how you would look on those or how it might terrify you really took a toll on him. He can't disappoint you. He mustn't.

Five minutes of breathing exercises and he would soon realize how less embarassing it actually is. Now that he thinks about it, you probably asked him to buy you a lingerie to see what he wants... if that's the case... then he didn't regret his final design. So long as the lingerie compliments your body and keeps you confident in bed he can just-

Diluc felt himself slightly aroused on his seat. He needed to get home. He opened his phone screen and it greets him with the current time: 11:17pm. Suddenly, there was a knock on his car window. Fortunately, it was the tailor's assistant, telling him to go see the finished product inside. He follows the man towards the establishment and when he does see it, he calmly accepts it.

Diluc got home at around 11:40pm and you were already laying asleep on the bed. Laughingly though, your fingers are way too close to your undergarments and Diluc can't help but muster a chuckle upon seeing you so innocently sleeping after maybe, pleasuring yourself. When he wakes you up, you realize you had accidentally fallen asleep after-

You tried to explain to him, throwing lies upon another lie, until Diluc shows you the custom-made lingerie he prepared for you. Your face burned red as he threw them on your hands. "Wear it." He tells you, "See for yourself." His voice is slightly gruff and yet it is calm and soft. You put it on inside the bathroom and... it had you speechless. The theme is cute but so... revealing. Is Diluc really... into this? The good boy, easily flustered, reserved Diluc you know? Shyly and awkwardly, you walk out of the bathroom.

"Everything is see through..." You mumble and Diluc trails his lips just on your neck to whisper, "You asked for my preferences, didn't you?" His voice was rough with warm heavy breaths tickling your skin. His hands reach to touch the back of your waist and pull you closer.

That night, Diluc was rough but aftercare was still done on both of you. (am legit blushing like a slut here lmfaooo)

Kazuha ver. here

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[landinrris]

It's Jess here to request a little something from the grad school fic you listed in your wip title game post 👀👀

As someone who is thinking about going back for my PhD I could use a little motivation!!

Also thanks for tagging me XD I gotta get on that

The way there isn't much plot for this one right now, just vibes as I was getting my own work done one day and being like "oh, this is such a specific mood right now." The beautiful thing about grad school and a subsequent au is that there is not really a "traditional age" like university, so everyone involved would be their relative real-life age. Here, I'm thinking Lando's a second-year and Carlos is a fourth year. Their place-holder programs are different concentrations within psych because that's what I currently do, but we'll see. Truthfully, I am not sure how motivating it will be, but don't take life advice from these two 😅. Here's a rather longish and rough draft snippet of Lando and Carlos meeting each other because Lando sucks at stats as a treat Interested in learning about some wips?

When Lando gets an error message for the third time in a row on his code, he pushes back from his desk and goes to take a walk. Maybe a few minutes of wandering around the building to clear his head will help.

He finishes locking the door when he looks over to see the door of the lab next to him open where it wasn’t earlier.

The lab belongs to one of the other faculty members in the department, though most of their students are above Lando and in the middle of data collection for bigger projects. The door being open is a rarity in some regards, and Lando is desperate enough, so he tries his luck.

From what Lando can see through the half-open door, there’s a guy sitting at the large table looking down at his laptop keyboard. All Lando can see is his nose and a large bottom lip. Lando thinks he’s seen the guy around even if he doesn’t know his name. He’s beyond intimidating in a way too-attractive people often are, but Lando’s desperate, so he knocks on the open door.

The guy’s head shoots up, eyes wide in surprise. He’s probably in the middle of office hours and not expecting anyone to need him. His gaze is as piercing as Lando thinks he remembers it being.

“Can I help you?” the guy asks. And while Lando’s seen him, he doesn’t think he’s ever heard him speak. The sound of his voice is a deep timbre that curls around the English words. Does this guy teach a class, and if so, would Lando be allowed to audit it just to hear him speak for longer than four words?

“Sorry,” Lando stutters, kickstarting his brain. ”I’m Lando. I’m from the lab right next door. I’m trying to run some analyses, but I can’t get my code to run properly. My advisor’s not in either today, or I'd ask him. You don’t happen to have any experience with SAS, do you?” Damn Andrea and his attachment to a program only a few people in the department use.

“I do, actually. I can take a look if you bring your computer over here. I would come to you, but technically one of my students could show up. Not that they will, you know?” Lando does know, even if he’s only a teaching assistant.

Lando wouldn't care even if he had to drag his entire desktop into the lab. All that matters is that maybe a second pair of eyes will finally be able to help. “Mint.”

He practically bolts back to his desk and grabs his laptop, desperate to get what he needs to done before going home for the day.

When he gets back, his savior is scrolling through his phone. This lab is a bit smaller than Lando’s own. The main table he’s sitting at has five chairs around it, and there are a further two desks off to the side with desktop computers. There’s an imitation of a stout bald man on the chalkboard along the back wall who looks oddly familiar.

The guy smiles at him as he gets closer. Lando pulls out a chair next to him and sinks down. “What’s your name? Sorry, I don’t think I actually know.”

“Carlos. I’m a fourth-year I/O. We’re a little bit off to the side from everyone else sometimes.”

A name to a face. Carlos. Lando tries to be neutral about the information and not think about looking him up on the department’s website later.

“Ah yeah, I barely know people outside my area, so not your fault. Thanks again for agreeing to take a look. I’d have asked Andrea if he was here today.”

Carlos brushes his words away and leans back in his chair to angle his head toward Lando’s computer. “It’s no problem. I could use the break from this lit review. May I?”

Lando pushes his laptop in Carlos’ direction. Watching him work isn’t unlike watching Andrea— careful, methodical, eyes scanning the rows of code. He highlights a bit to run, and then resumes his scanning. Lando should be watching the screen to see what Carlos is doing, but instead, he can’t help but watch Carlos’ face. He does this thing with his jaw that doesn’t look entirely comfortable, but what does Lando know?

Evidently not how to be subtle because Carlos looks at him and very obviously catches him staring. “Do you want the good news or the bad news first?” His voice scratches lowly across the words.

“Uh… good news preferably?”

Carlos breathes out a semblance of an amused huff through his nose. “I found the error I think to make it run.”

“Wait, really? Oh thank God. What’s the bad news? Please don’t tell me my data sucks or something mate, because I will lose it.”

This time Carlos actually does smile. “The bad news is that you will want to bang your head against the table because it is annoyingly simple. You copy and pasted this code?”

“Yeah, but I’ve checked back over it like three times. Don’t tell me it’s a fucking comma or something.”

“Worse, it’s a semi-colon. You have put one at the end of each statement, but this one here in the middle,” Carlos points to the regression lines, “Doesn’t need one because it goes to the next line.”

Lando groans because that is embarrassingly simple. Thank God Andrea isn’t here, actually. “Fucking Christ, of course it’s a fucking semi-colon. Ugh, thank you. Do you mind if I sit here while I fix it in case something else happens?”

Carlos shakes his head with ease. “Please, stay for as long as you like or until 4:00 because that’s when I’m leaving.”

“Fair enough.”

Lando contemplates moving to a different spot to do his work so he isn’t so on top of Carlos. But Carlos doesn’t make any indication that he minds— redirecting his attention to his own computer.

#if i can jot out a rough outline to give me guidance that'd be great but we are only halfway there right now #hoping to capture that vibe™ #writing tag #husbands™ #grad school au

[rphelperblog]

Ignite Me Quote Rp Meme

“Ignite, my love. Ignite.”

“It's the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.” 

"No. She's like a million years older than me." 

“All of you. Your entire body.Proportionally. Symmetrically. You’re absurdly, mathematically perfect. It doesn’t even make sense that a person could look like you,” 

"Would anyone else like to take over this conversation?"

“And we are quotation marks, inverted and upside down, clinging to one another at the end of this life sentence. Trapped by lives we did not choose.” 

“Come back to life, love. I'll be here when you wake up.”

“Hey, um, I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm looking for a friend of mine, Have you seen her? She's a tiny little thing, cries a lot, spends too much time with her feelings-"

"You should get a dog, love. I hear they share much the same qualities.” 

“It's not charity, he cares about me--and I care about him!"

“Are you out of your goddamn mind? You think we can take on two hundred soldiers? I know I am an extremely attractive man, but I am not Bruce Lee.”

"I can't stomach your pain,I can feel it so strongly and it's making me crazy- please, Don't be sad. Or hurt. Or guilty. You've done nothing wrong." 

“Lift your hips for me, love.”

"I love you exactly as you are.” 

"That's some weird shit. What do I feel like? Peanut butter?"

“I am no longer afraid of fear, and I will not let it rule me. Fear will learn to fear me.” 

“If anything, everyone needs to protect themselves from you. You’re like a freaking beast,I mean, you know—like, a cute beast. A little beast that tears shit up and breaks the earth and sucks the life out of people.” 

“I feel like I’ve been split open and stuffed with sunshine.” 

"I love making you mad.” 

“Do you never get exhausted being so wholly unbearable? You have as much charisma as the rotting innards of unidentified roadkill.” 

"I want you so much it scares me.” 

“In a world where there is so much to grieve and so little good to take? I grieve nothing. I take everything.” 

“People can think whatever they like....I don't desire their validation.”

“I do like his face.”

“The world is a mess and I want to laugh because all I can think is how horrible and beautiful it is.” 

“Oh my God. We can’t even be friends anymore.”

“You don’t like to kill people, remember? You’re against that, remember? You like to talk about feelings and rainbows—” 

"Don't ask me questions you already know the answers to. Twice I've laid myself bare to you and all it's gotten me was a bullet wound and a broken heart. Don't torture me,"

“And if you insist on continuing to make assumptions about my character, I’ll advise you only this: assume you will always be wrong.” 

I want you to make a list of all your favorite things, and I want to be on it.”

“Water that never moves.Its fine for a little while. You can drink from it and it'll sustain you. But if it sits too long it goes bad. It grows stale. It becomes toxic.I need waves. I need waterfalls. I want rushing currents.” 

“You know what just stop. Just—I can’t even talk to you right now.” 

“Why do you call her 'love'?"

“Words, I think, are such unpredictable creatures.”

You just like him for his personality, huh?"

"This is so depressing."

“You deserve so much more than charity," 

“I am enough, and I always will be.” 

“I've finally gotten to a point in my life where I'm not afraid to speak. Where my shadow no longer haunts me. And I don't want to lose that freedom--not again. I can't go backward. I'd rather be shot dead screaming for justice than die alone in a prison of my own making.” 

"You deserve to live, You deserve to be alive.” 

“This is not a funny moment. It’s not. I’m not laughing” 

“You allow the world to think you're a heartless murderer, and you’re not.”

"And I don't think that you're a psychopath. I also don't think you're a sick, twisted monster. I don't think that you're a heartless murderer, and I don't think you deserve to die, and I don't think you're pathetic. Or stupid. Or a coward. I don't think you're any of the things people have said about you.” 

"I don't even know why we're friends.” 

"I like it when you call me sweetheart."

"It's like a soap opera... But with worse acting." 

“I have never known this kind of peace. Never known this kind of comfort. And sometimes I am afraid that my love will terrify you.” 

“I’m not an idiot. I have reasons for the things I say.”

“no I'm afraid I'm just the regular kind of murderer.” 

You're a coward,You want to be with me and it terrifies you. And you're ashamed,Ashamed you could ever want someone like me. Aren't you?” 

“Ohhhhhh, so you’re threatening me now? Little crybaby knows how to make threats now?

"No one who cares about what happens to me. I'm not in the business of making friends, love. My job is to lead an army, and it's the only thing I'm good at. No one,"

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”

“If you hide your heart, he will never be able to take it from you.” 

"would you rather I use the proper anatomical terminology? Because you lady bits do not scare me-"

"Yeah, it sounds like we're going to go all peacock and hope they find us attractive enough to mate with.

“You have just started a war.” 

“I would rather be dead, than go back to being silent and suffocated.” 

. "I mean, I've got an excellent view of your ass from here, but if you don't mind me staring -"

“I have never claimed to live by any set of principles," 

"There's nothing wrong with you that isn't already wrong with me,"

“I never even tried. Because I let the world teach me to hate myself. I was a coward who needed someone else to tell me I was worth something before I took any steps to save myself.” 

"Because they're dead, love. They're all dead.” 

“I'm here for you kid. That's what friends are for.”

“I understand perfectly. He's fallen for your quiet, timid shell. For who you used to be. He has no idea what you're capable of. What you might do if you're pushed too far.” 

"I've never claimed to be right, or good, or even justified in my actions. I have been forced to do terrible things in my life, love, and I am seeking neither your forgiveness nor your approval. Because I do not have the luxury of philosophizing over scruples when I'm forced to act on basic instinct every day.” 

“I will be unapologetic. I will live with no regrets. I will reach into the earth and rip out the injustice and I will crush it in my bare hands.” 

No gun, no sword, no army or king will ever be more powerful than a sentence. Swords may cut and kill, but words will stab and stay, burying themselves in our bones to become corpses we carry into the future, all the time digging and failing to rip their skeletons from our flesh.”

“I’m not sure. But there’s something about the darkness, the stillness of this hour, I think, that creates a language of its own. There’s a strange kind of freedom in the dark; a terrifying vulnerability we allow ourselves at exactly the wrong moment, tricked by the darkness into thinking it will keep our secrets. We forget that the blackness is not a blanket; we forget that the sun will soon rise. But in the moment, at least, we feel brave enough to say things we’d never say in the light.” 

“Words are like seeds, I think, planted into our hearts at a tender age. They take root in us as we grow, settling deep into our souls. The good words plant well. They flourish and find homes in our hearts. They build trunks around our spines, steadying us when we’re feeling most flimsy; planting our feet firmly when we’re feeling most unsure. But the bad words grow poorly. Our trunks infest and spoil until we are hollow and housing the interests of others and not our own. We are forced to eat the fruit those words have borne, held hostage by the branches growing arms around our necks, suffocating us to death, one word at a time.” 

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[cosmererambles]

COSTOBER ONE: LATE "Information for a Price"

It was, as it was always, a busy day. Customers, most of them world hoppers, entering and exiting the shop at a rush, picking up supplies, stopping by for obscure items, or simply to catch up. Khriss, who only wanted to focus on her research, found it terribly annoying. At the fifteen ring of the doorbell (Yes, she was counting). She stood up, crossing to the door of her study in a billowing rush of midnight robes, her braided hair tied back.

Nazh stood at the counter, admiring a rifle someone had brought in.

“Close the shop, Nazh.” “Cl-close the shop? We just bloody opened!” “I said what I said. Close it.” Nazh eyed her, as if trying to understand why she would want to close the shop after only being open for three hours. She waved a dismissive hand, settling back down in her plush chair, listening for Nazh’s footsteps to cross to the front and flip the card. She smirked as he grumbled about lost business before her she regained her focus.

It was perhaps and hour later when the doorbell rang again. It snapped her out of her focus with such alarm that she felt herself hit the proverbial ceiling, and she turned around with a snarl. Nazh began to blabber.

“You-we’re not open! You’re not welcome here, sir!” “Oh, I think you’ll be able to make time for me. I’m here on an important visit, after all.” “Appointment?” “Do I need one?” She recognized that voice. “You most certainly do!” Nazh snapped. She heard the cocking of a shotgun. Khriss flew into the showroom, hanging on the doorframe.

“Who the hell-.” A blond man with a winning smile and an eyepatch turned to her, grinning. “Aren’t I welcome, Khriss? I mean our relationship…” “We don’t have a relationship.” She curled her lip in a half snarl, unable to quash the most unwelcome feelings of attraction that rose from her. Scadrians. The lot of them were too confident for their own good, and this one fathered that entire characteristic.

“Survivor. We are closed.” He shrugged, leaning against a far wall. It was lined with bookshelves that held tomes from various worlds. The one he currently leaned on held ancient tomes that were salvaged from pre-catecendre Scadrial.

“Oh, I think you can make time for me. I’m here on a very particular visit, after all.” He stood up straight, approaching her. “Those robes look lovely on you, by the way. Taldain fashion has never really suited me, though you make it look fetching.” She felt heat rise to her face.

“Flattery, Survivor?” He stopped his approach, glancing at the windows. He crossed to them, closing the drapes, before removing the hat and eyepatch her wore. Nazh sucked in a breath.

“I wondered how you did it…” He breathed. “Still have the same man-servant, I see.” He smiled, looking at Nazh. “I’m afraid I lost your knife. Ascending to god-hood doesn’t allow you to take possessions with you.” “I found it, you insufferable blackguard. That knife was priceless.” “You found it?” Kelsier raised his eyebrows. “Prey, do tell.” “Enough with the theatrics, Kelsier.” Khriss finally snapped. She approached him. “What do you want?” “A moment of your time, Khriss.”

“My time is in short supply these days.” “Preparing for another venture off Scadrial? Tell me, why did you make my planet your base of operations?” “Is this our base of operations, Survivor?” She spoke, her voice cool. Inwardly she danced, hating every sensation. “It sure looks to be it.” He perused the shelves. “Books on Hemalurgy. Naughty. Our Shard won’t like you having those.” He turned, smirking, before resuming his examination. “Feruchemy, allomancy, ah!” He pulled a book out. “Written by yourself, Khriss. Wonderful.” His single eye danced. “A book on Mistborn. I see I am mentioned.”

“Can it, Kelsier. Enough with the theatrics.” She approached him. He had lovely blond hair, and his remaining eye, when it caught the light, shone in a dazzling array of soft colors. She had always admired hazel eyes on men.” “Shadows, yes! Make him leave, Khriss.” She raised a finger at Nazh, who quieted, cowed. “What. Do. You. Want?” She punctuated every word, hand out for the book. He didn’t give it to her.

“As I said, a moment of your time. And this book I plan to purchase.” “Purchase? It’s a book for offworlders on the history of this planet! Why would you want it?” “I collect things such as this.” He shrugged. He set it on the counter, along with a note that more than doubled it’s price. She eyed it.

“Fine. Follow me. Nazh, wrap his purchase, please.” “But-.” She shot him a look, and he grumbled but did as he was told.

“It is very strange you’d come without any warning, Survivor.” She spoke, her voice cool. “You keep flip flopping my various names. Just call me Kelsier.” He took a seat without being asked. She leaned against her study wall, eying him.

“What do you need?” “Information. On your planet, specifically. Autonomy has its fingers in many honey pots, and I plan to stop it before it notices Scadrial.” “Autonomy? The shard is held by a woman, Kelsier. Her name is Bavadin. You are correct, regardless. She has visited many worlds, including this one.” He raised a brow, cocking his head. Why was he so beautiful? She sucked in a breath, irritated, sitting down.

“She’s already visited?” “Are you familiar with old world religions?” She dug through a stack of books on her desk, somewhat embarrassed at the state of her messy study. “Sazed used to preach them to me. I remember…some of them.” She smiled, finally finding the tome she was looking for. A notebook, compiled and expanded on in book form, of every single religion to have graced Scadrial’s surface. She flipped through it, noting Kelsier looking around, smiling to himself.

“What amuses you, Kelsier?” She asked, flipping through pages to find the entry she needed. “The state of my study?” “It doesn’t amuse me, it’s just nice that mine resembles yours so much.” She looked up at him. “That…isn’t a complement.” “It isn’t?” He asked, glancing at her. “Your study resembling the Survivors own would be a high complement to those on Scadrial.” “I’m not a Survivorist…” She responded, dryly. “You could always convert. We have great benefits.” He winked at her. She paused in her searching, finger placed on her entry for Trellism.

“Is it winking, when you only have one eye?” He paused, taken aback. “Or is it blinking?” “I…” He trailed off, raising a brow. She smirked, resuming her search, determined to badger him into silence.

“I have wondered how you regained your body. Your traces are all over this planet; Nazh and I knew you must have regained your place in the physical realm, but we had no idea how. Hemalurgy, then.” “I-.” “Is it an old Inquistior spike? Or did you craft it? Perhaps an old Kandra blessing? A few I believe chose not to continue living after the Catecendre. Whom did you kill, Kelsier?” “For my particular spike, no one.” He spoke with clipped formality. Teasing out his secrets was delicious. She was getting under her skin. Khriss was determined to burrow just as deeply as he had her. “It’s as you said formerly. An old Inquisitor spike.” “Does it bother you, to have a piece of those monsters pinning your soul to your bones? Are they your bones?” He set his jaw.

“This isn’t relevant. Tell me about Autonomy.” He stood up, crossing to the window. She admired his body for a moment before realizing what she was doing, chastising herself internally. He dressed himself well; an a well tailored three piece suit with vest and cravat. High laced boots and trousers. She remembered him in the cognitive realm, dressed in a white shirt and tan trousers, a man way over his head, a man whom she had told there was no hope.

He had proved her wrong. She hated that.

“Autonomy, or Bavadin, has traces on several planets, including your own, as I said. The seed she planeted on Scadrial is known as Trellism, a religion practices thousands of years ago.” Kelsier turned back towards her, his previous irritation gone.

“I remember Sazed speaking of that. It’s real?” “They all are, Kelsier.” “You know what I mean.” He smirked. “It’s based on a Shard.” “I suppose you could said it’s “real”, though I dislike using that term for religions. It was a trace she left. Her home planet, at least the planet I believe is her home planet, is Taldain.”

“Your own planet.” She looked at him for a moment, before nodding. “Yes. My home planet. The one I am exiled from.” His smile faltered. He resumed his seat across from her.

“How does she run things? What powers does she give to her people?”

“You have many questions, I see. This is taking far longer than “a moment.” His smile returned, broader than before. “I’ve…never been good with time. Especially when among beautiful women.” “Charming.” She resisted the urge to suck in a breath, grateful for her dark skin to hide the blush in her face.

“Please, Khriss. Anything I can know about Autonomy will help me fight her.” He’d leaned forward, fingers laced together, almost pleading. “Why do you feel the need too?” He leaned back.

“The Shards I have studied…they mostly stick to their own system. Endowment stays near Nalthis. Cultivation and Honor; they stick to the Rosharan system. Ambition, I believe, stuck to the Threnodite system.” He glanced at her, meeting her eyes. “Need I continue?” “Yes. I’m curious as to where you’re going with this.”

“Those that don’t stay in their system cause trouble.” Khriss inhaled. “Odium.” Kelsier gave her a grave nod. “The Shard that slaughtered three others.”

“Autonomy doesn’t kill Shards. At least, she hasn’t showed a pattern of that behavior. Not yet.” She pushed her open book on Trellism away, fishing for another. “She does however, have a history of pushing them out.”

“So if she showed up on Scadrial?” Kelsier began. “She may try and force Harmony out. I’ve collected some information that Harmony unnerves the other shards. A vessel, holding two opposing powers…” She shook her head.

“What does she do?” Khriss studied him. “The secrets of Taldain are not something I like to speak of, Kelsier.” “Then don’t tell me about Taldain. I know the Aviar of her creation.” “The Aviar are birds native to a specific planter, who gain power by residing close to her perpendicularity. They gain power that is similar to that given by Allomancy and Feruchemy.” “Such as?” “Mental shielding. Similar to Copper, is one I can think of off the top of my head. The planet is very poorly developed. The Aviar aren’t greatly understood, and getting there is difficult. We’ve never made the crossing.”

“Tell me of Sand Mastery.” Khriss eyed him.

“Sand Mastery is a difficult art. It can easily kill those who wield it.” She pursed her lips, closing the book. “I already told you I won’t be giving up Taldain’s secrets.” “I understand.” She raised a brow.

“I didn’t think you’d be cowed so easily.” “Oh, I’m not cowed. I’ll be back.” He replaced his hat, obscuring the spike that punctured the back of his skull. “You will be?” “Of course!” He smirked. “I’ve a mind to tease your secrets out of you, one way or another.” She met his smirk with droll eyes. “A secret for a secret, Kelsier. You tell me yours, and I’ll tell you mine.” “Oh, I don’t think I have to do that.” He pulled on his eyepatch. She watched as the sun, rising to it’s noon apex, shone through the window, illuminating his hair. “Oh?”

“Khriss, the Cosmere is growing smaller. My agents are fanning to every corner, teasing out its secrets. Sooner or later I’ll get someone on Taldain. Sand Mastery is an art I can’t afford to be ignorant about.” He smirked suddenly, leaning on the table. He was close. Too close. “And when they reach Taldain, I’ll find out about Starmarks too.” He winked, or blinked, as it were, and stood up.

“You seem to already know everything you need.” “Oh, not at all. I had no idea Autonomy was held by a woman, nor how many planets she had visited. Nor that she had indeed visited Scadrial.” “You were a god for a time, Survivor.” She resumed using his title, his name too intimate for her liking. He gave her a look, but said nothing of it. “How did you not know that?” “My mind had expanded, but much of the information was lost to me. I only remember fragments, Khriss. Much of those fragments I placed into copperminds. The various religions and those behind them? That wasn’t priority information.” She pursed her lips.

“Visit me again, and you can tell me about it. In return, I’ll tell you of Sand Mastery.” He raised a brow, then smiled. A winning smile. “Do warn me before you come, though. Most of my guests are rather plain, and I need to prepare for someone so handsome.” He grinned broadly.

“All my flirting, and that was the first time you’ve reciprocated.” “Don’t get used to it. It’s not my fault you’re cute.” She crossed to the door. “Now get out. You’ve interrupted some quality research, and I want to finish it before I lose my light.”

“Fine, fine.” He stopped as he meant to exit, looking at her with authentic gratitude. “Thank you, Khriss. I appreciate it.” “You’re welcome, Survivor. You are welcome here, as long as you come during business hours and do not ignore the sign.” He winked again, slipping out of the room. She followed, watching as he spoke to Nazh.

“May I see the knife you recovered?” “No! It’s safe. I can’t believe you lost it.” “It wasn’t my fault. As I said, you don’t exactly get to take possessions with you when you ascend.” “You could have gone back for it!” “Nazh. The world was ending, and then it was completely reshaped. You are lucky you found it again and it wasn’t buried under ten tons of earth and rock.” Khriss chuckled softly, unheard by the two.

“Aluminum is hard to find. Not that you would know of such things.” Nazh looked down at the shotgun he’d been cleaning. “With your agents making the majority of the worlds supply.” “Survivor.” Khriss spoke up, realizing something. “We require Aluminum for our travels. If you could sell us some, that would be another bargaining chip in your favor.” “Aluminum for information…” He made a show of thinking about it. “I’ll consider it.” He smiled at the both of them, tucking the wrapped book under his arm and ignoring the change proffered by Nazh.

“Thank you both for your hospitality. I must be going.” He slipped out of the shop without another word, leaving behind a grumbling Nazh and a curious, and somewhat flustered, Khriss.

For the lovely @lenanika

#ramblings #kelsier #mistborn #cosmere #Khriss #Nazh #Costober #Writing Challenge

[joe9cool]

COLLIDE JUSTIN HERBERT -1

It has been said for ages that opposites attract. However, Justin Herbert didn't believe that one bit.

He was quiet, shy, guarded, and hated confrontation. People questioned his abilities based on that. It pissed him off, but not in a way he would mention to the media.

Justin's friends and family often joked that his soul mate would be a spitfire, someone who was the life of the party. He found that ridiculous, any girl he went after was the same way he was. Maybe that's why his relationships never worked out, they were both afraid to be vulnerable. Though he knew that wasn't the case. His girlfriends told him he was too closed off, not emotionally available, and always focused on the ball. Which was fine, Justin lived and breathed football, plus at 24, he wasn't looking for a soul mate.

July 16th, 2022 was the night his life changed forever.

A few years ago, a famous actor by the name of Joseph Grant befriended Justin. Joseph was on a popular television show, he couldn't tell ya that name of it. It was a college drama he wasn't interested in.

Joe was a big fan of the Chargers growing up in Los Angeles and when a new promised QB gets drafted he had to befriend him. They would talk on Instagram, and Justin kept up with him a little bit. He knew that he was getting married to another Hollywood starlet. What he didn't expect to receive was an Invite.

His immediate reaction was to not attend and maybe send a gift. His mom could help him with that. There was too much going on with trying to get the Chargers in a playoff spot, plus a Hollywood party was not appealing to someone like him at all. He stuck the invite to the fridge.

A month later when his playoff hopes were dashed and he was done sulking. He had Mike over for dinner.

"Shit I forgot to rsvp to Joe's wedding."

He stared at the invite on his fridge, in disbelief that he would forget something like that.

"Oh don't worry, I told him we were going"

Justin whipped his head around so fast that he almost stumbled. "You what!"

Mike shrugged. "Yeah Joe asked me about it and I said we will be there."

He was going to kill his wide receiver "why the hell would you do that! I'm not going to a wedding full of famous people I don't know!"

"Relax man, I am going with you, plus it's intimate like 60 people at the most."

"Yeah and 57 of them I don't know," Justin grumbled under his breath.

July 16th, 2022.

The wedding was beautiful. Justin had to give that. Mike was right, there were only about 50ish people there. Still, he didn't know them and Mike, who was supposed to be by his side the whole night, disappeared as soon as dinner was finished. Now it was just him alone at the bar. He had already spoken to Joe and his new wife, who joked that they would be at So-Fi every Sunday since she wrote it in her vows.

He sat there and nursed his drink. He was not going to get even the slightest bit intoxicated in a room full of strangers. Bad enough he was sure he was caught in the background of a few photos that were taken and circulating on social media.

"Hi! You're Justin Herbert!" He sighed and turned around, beginning to put on his media face when he was at a loss for words when he met the face with the voice

It was none other than Sara Wozniak, the star of the TV show Joe was on. He didn't know many current celebrities, but he knew her. The "It" girl. For being 26, she had an impressive amount of roles under her belt. Including an academy award nomination. She was beautiful, and every guy in Hollywood and beyond lusted after her.

And she was talking to him. He remembered he had to speak. "Um yes hi I'm Justin. You're Sara right?"

She smiled. "Yes! It's nice to meet you! Joe talks about you a lot. I've been to a few of your games last season. Sucks about the playoffs though."

"You've gone to games?"

She smiled brighter. "Yes, I love football, though I'm from Steel city."

Justin had to laugh "and how is being a steelers fan going for you?"

She smacked his arm "okay you don't have to gloat Mr. Rookie of the year"

The two continued their conversation for what seemed like forever. It has only been an hour since. He didn't even feel like he was talking to an A-list star. Sara was intelligent. He had no idea She held a bachelor's degree in psychology Amid their conversation about mental disorders a slow song came on. Justin saw her face brighten up when she heard the first few notes and she grabbed his large hand and began to pull him to the dance floor. Or at least as much as she can considering she was about 5'7 standing in high heels and more than likely half his weight.

" I love this song!"

Now normally Justin wasn't the type to hit the dance floor, the last time he slow danced was at senior prom. He couldn't say no to Sara though.

It felt right, being close to her though. She had wrapped her arms around him as much as she could while he wrapped around her back and they began to sway.

"You know this song?" Justin broke from his trance to look down at her.

"Um no I'd never heard of it."

"It's collide by Howie Day. Such a beautiful song." He'd have to look up the lyrics later.

The night seemed to fly by, and Justin found himself not caring where Mike was until it was time to send the newlyweds off.

Sara stayed by his side as they watched the couple drive away signaling an end to the night. Everyone began to head towards the parking lot and Justin saw Mike waiting by the car watching the couple.

"Well, I had a lot of fun. It was nice meeting you." He wasn't sure where to go from there.

Sara held out her hand "gimme your phone"

"Huh?"

"Just give me it"

He took out the sleep iPhone and she snatched it from his hands. After a few minutes of typing. She gave it back to him "call me"

She headed in the opposite direction, but not before blowing him a kiss before she joined her friends who all watched the interaction

Once Justin reached the car Mike slapped him on the back "DUDE! You got Sara Wozniak's phone number."

"Yeah she just gave it to me"

"Dawg! You already got a touchdown and the season hasn't started!"

His cheeks turned red at Mike's ribbing "Shut up and let's get home. We have a workout tomorrow"

"Only you would suck the fun out of getting a hot girl's number"

Once he was home and laying underneath the covers he typed in Sara's name in Google. Immediately her Wikipedia page came up, once he read that he went to her IMBD page, and he felt his eyes start to drop during an interview clip for vogue.

Before he shut off his phone, he got an Instagram alert

SaraCWozniak is now following you

As happy as it made him to see that. He thought about her number on his phone, despite the good time they had. He had no plans to call her. An athlete and a movie star were a recipe for a disaster.

*so this is going to be a short story. Give me some feedback and let me know what ya think!

#justin herbert #alexa writes #nfl imagine #los Angeles Chargers

[stranger-marauders]

repaired

four: three bucks an hour with no future

chapter summary: Robin and Steve strike up a bet, which seems odd to Kate at first glance.

chapter warnings: language, making out, steve's dad is an asshole

word count: 3.3k

series masterlist | masterlist

STEVE HATED THE afternoon shift at work.

"Alrighty, one scoop of chocolate. That's a buck-twenty-five," he said, scooping ice cream for two teenage girls. "Anything else?"

As one of the girls began to eat her ice cream, the other started to dig for change in her purse. He recognized one of them as Anna Jacobi, one of the prettier girls in his graduating class. 

Excellent.

Whenever he looked at her again, he realized she was wearing a university shirt. "Ooh, Perdue. Fancy."

"Yeah, I'm excited," Anna replied, and both girls giggled as Steve started to operate the cash register.

"Yeah, you know, I considered it, Perdue, but then I was like, you know what? I really think I need some real-life experience, you know, before I hit college, see what it feels like. Kinda like, uh, I don't know, see what it's like to earn a working man's wage, you know? Uh…" The register beeped at him as he continued to awkwardly push buttons. "Oh, I'm sorry," he muttered before continuing on. "I think that's, like, really important."

"Yeah, totally."

"Yeah, anyway, this was, like, so fun. We should kind of like, you know, I don't know, maybe hang out this weekend or—Oh, sorry about that," he said as he dropped her spare change on the counter, coins flying everywhere. "Uh… I don't know. Maybe next weekend or—"

"Yeah, I'm busy," Anna answered, trying to hold herself back from laughing.

"Oh, that's cool. I'm–I'm working here next weekend, so… the following weekend's better for me."

"No. I'm sorry, I can't. Okay, thanks," she replied, giggling with her friend as they walked out of the store.

"I… This is… my first day here."

Without any warning, Kate walked into the store, confused as to what she'd just witnessed part of. She still hadn't felt great after her episode, and watching her boyfriend flirt with other girls seemingly behind her back hadn't made her feel any better. She could only watch as Robin opened the window between the ice cream parlor and the break room, holding a dry erase board that had two sides: "YOU RULE" and "YOU SUCK." The "YOU SUCK" side currently had five tallies on it. "And another one bites the dust."

Kate tilted her head to the side, her eyebrows furrowing together as she tried to fight out what was going on. 

"You are oh-for-six, Popeye," Robin said, drawing a new tally mark in, now making it six on the "YOU SUCK" side.

"Yeah. Yeah, I can count," Steve replied, leaning forward on the counter to face her.

"You know that means you suck," Robin countered.

"Yup, I can read, too."

"Since when?"

"What's that for?" Kaet finally asked, her eyebrows furrowing together in confusion.

They both quickly turned to her, horror striking both of their faces. "Kathy, shit, I—"

"Dingus here thinks he can talk to girls, but he, very obviously, is horrible at it," Robin explained quickly. "He's done some cute little variation of that, like, six times now."

Kate laughed, trying not to show her unease. "Oh, really?"

"Yeah, I seriously don't understand what you see in him," Robin replied nonchalantly. "I didn't before, but after watching that all afternoon, I'm pretty sure you've had an aneurysm of some kind. You must have some type of brain damage if you think he's attractive."

"Robin," Steve said firmly to her as Kate walked around the counter. "It's this stupid hat. I am telling you, it is totally blowing my best feature."

"Yeah, company policy is a real drag," Robin said. "You know, it's a crazy idea, but have you considered… telling the truth? You know, for the sake of the experiment?"

"Oh, you mean, that I couldn't even get into Tech and my douchebag dad's trying to teach me a lesson, I make three bucks an hour, and I have no future? That truth?"

Kate sighed softly, turning her head to avoid his gaze. She knew he was at least trying to come off as funny, using humor as a coping mechanism, but it only reminded her of the night that he'd gotten his last rejection letter and she her last acceptance letter. and she'd had to comfort him because he was so devastated. Of course, Steve was more than happy for Kate, but like he'd said: he didn't even get into Tech.

It had been something of a struggle for him, not getting in anywhere. She remembered tehj fight that had erupted between Steve and his father after he hadn't gotten into Notre Dame, never mind not get in anywhere at all (she, more specifically, remembered how Steve had practically lived at her place for two weeks, even though he was already there all the time). Kate had made it even worse in her eyes, because she got into Notre Dame, and Perdue, and every single school she applied to because that's how hard she worked for it all. Steve didn't hold it against her: he just wished he would've done better.

Kate felt like, in a way, it was her fault. He'd almost failed his junior year after they'd stopped being friends. Steve, however, knew that if he would've just tried a little bit harder, not taken a bunch of hard classes just to be with Kate, he'd probably at least be going somewhere, not just staying in Hawkins and scooping ice cream for the rest of his life in a sailor costume. He liked to tell himself that maybe he'd be going with Kate, and they'd be living together in New York City while she went to NYU, and he went to whatever hole-in-the-wall school he could find. He could only imagine how wonderful that would've been for them—if only he would've done better.

"You know, I don't care about that," Kate said, leaning against the counter. "And last time I checked, I'm the one that's actually your girlfriend."

"Yeah, but you're different," he replied. "You met me before I got the uniform, okay?"

"And somehow stayed after it," Robin replied, almost disgusted. 

Steve rolled his eyes, waiting for Kate's most likely sarcastic reply. He was waiting for something about how she liked the uniform, maybe something about the hat more specifically, but he was greeted with no reply at all. He turned to look at her, finding her spaced out and seemingly distracted by something. "Hey, you okay?"

Whenever Steve grazed her arm, she jumped, turning to look at him with a slightly horrified look on her face.

His eyebrows furrowed together as he moved to stand in front of her, almost to inspect her. "Kathy."

Before she could reply, Robin said, "Hey, twelve o'clock." She turned to look at Kate. "Wanna join?"

"Absolutely, I do," she said, and without another word, she sat on the counter, swinging her legs through the window to the other room and slipping out of the hole in between them.

"Oh shit. Oh shit. Kathy, you're, uh… you're okay with this?"

Kate nodded, stifling a laugh. "This is free entertainment, Steven."

"Okay… Uh… I'm going in. Okay? And you know what?" Steve said, throwing his hat through the window to Kate and Robin. "Screw company policy."

"Oh my God, you're a whole new man."

"Right? Ooh." Once he had turned around, he began shouting, "Ahoy, ladies! Didn't see you there. Would you guys like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me? I'll be your captain. I'm Steve Harrington." The girls giggled softly as he continued on, both the ones out in the lobby and Kate. "Can I get you guys a little taste of the Cherries Jubilee? No? Anybody? Banana Boat? Four people, four spoons? Share it in the booth? Anybody? It's hot out there."

"Again, how do you find him attractive?" Robin asked, shaking her head.

Kate turned to her, shaking her head and stifling a laugh, as Robin only grinned, putting another tally on the "YOU SUCK" side.

As she watched Steve fail miserably at talking to the girls that had walked into Scoops, all she could think about was whenever she'd been so hurt again.

Back then, Kate couldn't remember the last time she'd stayed home from school.

She'd thought the last time might've been whenever Sara had died, her funeral maybe. Kate had never been one to ditch, even when she had a cold. School had always distracted her from her home life, helped her see a way out of the seemingly never-ending tunnel of darkness. Because of it, she'd grown to like school, and she'd found herself completely out of place whenever she'd had to stay home, especially after missing a couple of days from being in the hospital.

Of course, Steve had stayed home with her.

Her father, as much as he didn't want to, had had to go to work. He'd had to make another appearance, make it seem as if everything was okay even though people knew his daughter had been in the hospital the past few days. While she had El, she certainly wouldn't be of any help if something went wrong, and Hopper couldn't stay the entire day. Steve had been happy to volunteer, especially so they could be alone.

Steve and Kate hadn't been alone a single time to talk about what had happened between them: more particularly, the kiss. It hadn't been like either of them could bring it up when Hopper had been sitting right there with them in the hospital room. Steve hadn't brought it up because he hadn't wanted to tell Hopper that he'd kissed his daughter, and Kate hadn't wanted to tell him because she had been so adamant there hadn't been anything going on between them. 

Now that they were alone, though, neither of them knew what to say.

Even though doctors had recommended for Kate not to read as much, she'd found there wasn't much else for her to do. Steve, on the other hand, had plowed through the thoughts in his head, wondering when it would be a good time to bring up the other thing that had happened that night.

"I've never heard you this quiet."

Steve had almost missed what she had said, as she hadn't even peeled an eye away from her book, hadn't made any movement at all. "What?"

She'd looked over to him, making eye contact with him for only a second before she broke it. "You've never been this quiet."

"Oh," he'd replied, scratching the back of his neck. "I just, uh… I don't know, just thinking, I guess."

"You guess?"

He'd scoffed, smiled slightly. "Yeah."

Kate had put a bookmark in her book, closing it and sitting up in her bed. She'd moved herself to where her back was leaning against the wall, putting the book on the bedside table. "What's bothering you, then?"

He'd sighed. "Come on, don't do that."

"Do what?"

"You know what's bothering me."

Kate's heart had dropped. "The other night?"

"Yeah, the other night." 

"Oh." Kate had run her fingers through her hair. "I mean, what about it?"

Steve had shaken his head. "Kathy, I… I know I'm not the smartest guy, but I could've sworn you kissed me back the other night."

She'd hesitated. "Steve…"

"And I don't want you to think that I kissed you because I was stressed or something, because I was serious, okay? I've been wanting to do that for I don't even know how long. I'd do it again right now, too, because for the first time in I don't know when, things felt right. Things felt right because of you. I mean, for the past year nothing's felt right. My life without you has been a complete mess, Kathy, and…" He'd sighed. "I… I'm in love with you, okay? There's no other way to say it, and I know you probably don't feel the same, especially not like that, and this was really not how I planned on telling you, but—"

"Steve!" Kate had called, raising her voice slightly. "I think you're concussed."

"What?"

She had squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, almost regretting what she'd said. "I think you're saying things you don't really mean, and I understand, but… but I seriously think you have brain damage. There… There's no way you mean any of what you just said."

"Kathy, I mean it," he'd said. "I'm so serious, I… There were so many times where I just wanted you to talk to me because I… I missed you so much, but I knew you hated me and that you were mad at me. I didn't want to bother you if you didn't want me around anymore. But every time I see you, there's just this… pang. Whenever you chased me out of the Halloween party, at first, I didn't even believe it was you. But there you were, ready to save my sorry ass again." He'd sighed. "Kathy, how could I not be in love with you? I mean, Jesus, you've done so much for me. I've been a really shit friend, and I don't even know why I'm telling you all this now, I just…"

Whenever it had fallen silent again, Steve had only watched as Kate's lips tugged into a frown, propping her head up with one hand. Her eyes had been wide, her eyebrows furrowing together, just like they normally were whenever she was thinking hard about something.

"I'm sorry," he'd said, only able to watch her.

She'd snapped herself out of thought physically, jerking up. "What? No." She'd looked at him, her face turning red before tearing her eyes away from him quickly. "No, I…" She'd taken a deep breath, turning back to him. "I can't remember a time when I wasn't in love with you."

"What?"

She'd stifled a laugh. "I… I feel like an idiot. Of course I love you. Are you kidding me? I've known for so long that I've been in love with you, Steve. That's why I hated all of those girls you were screwing—it pained me to see you with someone else. That's why I got so shitfaced at your place whenever you and Nancy were together, that's why I stopped talking to you, that's why I got with Jamie… I just wanted to get over you. That's why I blocked you out for so long, and I… I'm so sorry. When you kissed me, I… I panicked, but Steve, trust me, if you're serious, I am, too."

He hadn't known what to say at first. He had imagined all the ways that he'd tell Kate he'd been in love with her, but he hadn't ever thought that she would actually say it back. He had waited so long just to hear her say that she would forgive him for all of the things he'd done to her over the years, never mind this. 

He'd moved to sit next to her on her bed, looking forward—he hadn't thought he would be able to look at her after all of that.

"So, what now?" she'd asked, looking to their feet.

"I don't know," Steve had replied. "If you didn't know, I'm actually really shit at being a boyfriend, so…"

"Who said you were my boyfriend?" she'd asked, her eyebrows furrowing together.

"Well, I figured since I just confessed my deepest darkest secret about how I've been in love with you for years and you felt the same way, I thought that might, I don't know, count for something."

She stifled a laugh, intertwining their fingers as she leaned her head against him. "Okay, yeah, sure. Boyfriend, probationary status."

"Probationary? That's it?"

"That's good enough for now, Steven, be grateful."

He'd shaken his head, chuckling. "Jesus, Nancy's gonna kill me."

"Why?"

He'd sighed. "I don't know, I just… you already know they're going at it, and it's just… I don't know. You know?"

"Yeah, actually, I do," Kate had said, understanding him completely. "You wanna wait."

Steve had sighed again. "It's not that. That's the thing, I don't wanna wait. I've been waiting my entire life to be with you, I just… I don't want you to think you're a rebound, or something, because you're not, okay? It should've been you and it's… it's always been you. I just… I wanna take things slow, you know? I don't wanna screw anything up."

"Okay," she'd said, nodding slightly. "That's okay."

When they'd met each other's eyes again, Steve had cupped Kate's face, pulling her lips to his again. He'd been waiting to do that again since he'd done it the first time.

Kate felt like she was in some type of dream she'd hate herself later for having. She couldn't imagine that in any universe she was getting to kiss her best friend, the boy she had been absolutely head over heels in love with since before she could remember. What had made it even more insane was that she couldn't believe that he loved her back.

It was a slow push of his lips to hers, not wanting to rush anything as their mouths slanted over each other's. He tasted like mint, which was probably something that he'd taken care of before he had gotten to the cabin that morning just in case he got to kiss her again. She'd thought she had heard him moan ever so softly, and it made her chest hurt. When the kiss lingered, she'd brought her hands to his cheeks, fingers splayed over his jaw as she tugged him closer.

When his tongue lucked at the curve of her bottom lip, his hand travelled to tilt at her chin, she opened without any questions. So much for taking things slow. She sighed, blissed out, when his tongue slid over hers, and his hand fell to her waist.

Steve had pulled back, chest heaving, forehead pressed to hers and eyes still slammed shut. "I always thought you were gonna be my first kiss."

She'd chuckled slightly. "Seriously?"

"I know, okay? I know."

WIthout another word, he took his place on top of her in her bed, lips melted between hers. He was grasping at her hip, the material of her oversized shirt bunched under his hand, making the cotton hitch higher up her thighs. She wrapped her legs around his waist, a noticeable hardness pressed up against her thigh. She moved her hips slightly, making him moan and break the kiss for just a second before smiling and returning to her.

Before their kissing could go any further, Kate's bedroom door swung open without any warning.

Eleven.

"Kate?" she had called, standing in the doorway.

Steve and Kate hadn't had even a moment to compose themselves whenever she had walked into the room. Kate pushed him off from on top of her, making him land on the floor with a thwap. "Ow."

"What do you do?" El had asked, but she knew the answer.

"Oh, uh, nothing," Kate had replied, trying to come up with a lie even though her face was flushed. "I was just telling Steve about this book I'm reading."

"Yeah," he'd said, peeling himself off the floor. "And I just, uh, rolled off the bed. On accident."

El had smiled, trying not to laugh. "Do you… kiss?"

"No," the two had said very quickly in unison, looking away from each other.

Of course, in response, El had only given her older sister a pointed look, one Steve had seen a million times from Kate.

"Don't tell Dad and we'll get you some Eggos every time we go to the store. Deal?"

"Deal."

Whenever El had left the room, Steve and Kate had looked at each other for only a second before erupting into laughter, melting into kissing each other once again. They had both been so happy—even though things still weren't perfect, they'd had each other, and for the time being, that was okay.

When she thought about that now, it also seemed blurred, tainted, almost by what she'd seen whenever she walked into Scoops. Things had changed so much since then, and everything was so different. As she watched Steve fail at trying to flirt with other girls, Kate could only hope that it wasn't his subtle way of trying to get rid of her.

next chapter

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[yanderes-galore]

Yandere piers nivans HC with a short female reader please..

I can try! I kinda suck with specific height darlings due to me being short myself but I'll see what I can do. This does not take place in any specific event within Resident Evil 6. It's mostly spoiler free.

If he's OOC, I am sorry as I am still new to writing Resident Evil. I promise I'll get better and practice. A little difficult as I didn't go into how his Yandere builds up in this concept. Which may have made this better and less OOC, but let me know how you feel.

Keep in mind I may not have a Yandere Concept for Chris yet, but I feel Piers and Chris would be very similar Yanderes. Except Piers being more of a worship Yandere than Chris.

Yandere! Piers Nivans with Short! Darling

Short Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Yandere-like behavior, Obsessive behavior, Delusional behavior, Worship Yandere behavior, Implied deception, Overprotective behavior.

- Piers is an individual that wants his team safe, similar to his idol Chris Redfield.

- He'd probably even have a similar Yandere type due to being around Chris so much.

- Piers is Obsessive and Overprotective mostly.

- Dealing with bioterrorism is no joke, he wants you to be prepared to deal with it.

- He's a nice guy to be around and is usually pretty selfless.

- Not that bad of a Yandere compared to others, either.

- While Piers can be jealous, unlike his idol, he isn't too violent about it.

- Piers may even be a bit of a worship Yandere.

- He'd sacrifice whatever he could just to see you smile....

- Even if it meant him getting hurt in the process.

- A short darling may be quite cute for him.

- While height doesn't really matter to him he does enjoy it.

- Piers often shows up to help you with... height related problems when you're in the BSAA along with other things.

- He's not sadistic so he won't do any teasing towards you unless it's playfully.

- He even wants to help you overcome any problems you have about your height if you're insecure.

- You and Piers are most likely on Alpha Team with Chris.

- It's clear Piers shows an attachment to you throughout missions.

- Often worrying over you due to how small you are compared to him.

- Keeping you close to him as much as he can to assure your safety.

- Chris keeps telling him you can fend for yourself and aren't some child.

- While Piers knows this, he can't help but stay close to you.

- If not to protect you then he does it for more personal reasons.

- Piers really adores you, obsessively.

- Yet the only way for him to express it in the current situation is to stay suffocatingly close.

- Until he manages to get you both alone, however.

- Which is difficult in the BSAA.

- That's when he sheds light on a significantly darker and more depraved part of his adoration for you.

- Cornering you easily due to your height difference.

- Just to hold your chin and lean in close, making his attraction to you clear.

- If you weren't getting his signs before then this comes off as sudden.

- Why else would he be so close to you all the time?

- Piers may not be as good as you thought, the selfless leader type persona slipping just enough for you to peek at what's underneath.

- Which turns out to be an obsessive man who's heavily fixated on his much smaller soldier darling within the BSAA.

- Only wanting to find ways to express how much he loves you despite everything that's happened in the world.

- No matter what the cost.

- "You drive me crazy... I can never be focused when you're around. I care for you and always will.... Just as long as I can keep you safe and see that smile of yours, I'm forever yours."

#yandere x reader #yandere resident evil #yandere resident evil 6 #yandere piers nivans

[abusivelittlebunny]

This will most likely never be answered, but I thought I’d ask anyway. What is your concept of an ideal boyfriend? Because nowadays, boys are practically asking to be treated like doormats and it is the biggest turn off there is

I just finished anger crying about how much my boyfriend sucks at cleaning and is a pissy fucking baby when I ask him for the billionth time to pay a bit more attention to the housework he does because his sloppiness makes me have to redo everything he does so imma answer this: tidy. Neat. Give me a man that gives a fuck about his surroundings and doesn't leave the dishes greasy and dirty on the drying wreck because for him that's good enough. Give me a guy that respects the shared space we inhabit and closes cabinets after opening them and throws out the trash into the bin instead of leaving everything on the counter. One that wipes off the spilled food and crumbs off the table and doesn't embarrass me with how unattentive he is in front of my family. One that washes and folds his clothes so they don't smell like old sweat and uses fabric softener. One that can cook and clean up after himself because he's a full grown adult and doesn't expect me to take care of him like I'm his fucking mother. One that is resourceful and forward-thinking and one I can trust. Someone that eats all the food he got himself on his plate and doesn't waste food like a picky fucking child. One I can imagine as a good father and husband, a real man, not a kid.

I know this isn't really the answer you expected coming from a blog like me but if we are talking irl partners not fictional men we read and write smut about there's so much more to it than looks and bedroom action. Not that those aren't important, believe me, those matter a shitton; I'm just currently in a relationship I've been in over 3 years and these issues start popping out around this time when you want to take the bigger picture into consideration.

Buf I can give like a you know more shallow breakdown too of my ideal boyfriend, which isn't really a "boy". I feel like boyfriends are something you have in high-school, in your twenties, when it's still not that serious and you both are a bit more juvenile in your relationship, which isn't bad I just feel ready to evolve into a partnership. I generally am attracted to older men, 30 and above that have an air of maturity and wisdom but are still easy to talk to and are understanding and sensitive (and fucking tidy my GOD. but I'm not getting into that rant again). I like it when they smell good. A nice cologne or aftershave goes a long way; attraction is half pheromones. I like them tall, strong, not a proteinshake-head gymrat but with still decent muscles that looks after his health without being obsessed with it. I don't need washboard abs, I feel they're a bit overrated but nice shoulders and big pecs I drool over. I also like them decently hairy, with nice facial hair and good hair being crucial. I also have a guilty pleasure of curved noses, I just find aquiline noses to be very attractive. Tattoos aren't a taboo, they can be very nice decor but only if I don't cringe at the design. I like them in tight button ups and rolled up sleeves, and tasteful jewelry.

I like them polite, a bit old-fashioned, but not a misogynist, just one that brings flowers and opens doors and pays at the end of the date you know? Personally, I'm more dominant in bed, that's what I'm comfortable with if it's not vanilla, you know ride him into heaven and back with a hand on his throat or smack him around a bit, not too hard. Pull on his hair while he eats you out and praise him for it. I'm not really one for bondage, but I wouldn't say no to tying my man's hands to the headboard during sex. Having a nice rhythm during sex is also important; always start out deep and slow, no one wants a fucking heaving puppy dog rutting into you that finishes in two minutes flat. Round 2 should always be an option too, keep that stamina up. Aftercare is crucial. Even if you were max vanilla it's still nice to giggle and cuddle about it after and wash up together in comfortable intimacy.

Personal space is also very important. I have chronic insomnia due to anxiety and it's important for me to have a separate room and bed to sleep in. Unless I'm utterly exhausted and comfortable having my back rubbed I'm not likely to sleep in your bed even if we just had sex, and he should be fine with it. He shouldn't be clingy or possessive but holding hands and kissing in public should be natural.

Anyway that's all I could come up with on the spot but it's still quite a rant lol.

#mr brody jump in my dms if you want me to have your kids otherwise lol #fucking sick and tired of boys currently give me a MAN #im also on my period so im extra unhinged #also im really sorry to everybody about all the unanswered asks i just have little time and mental energy most of the time to answer

[grntaire]

gender? i hardly know her!!!

(ranting abt my gender and sexuality. prob more personal than i should put on the internet but i am feeling Raw)

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i literally do not know. who i am lmao. i identified as cis (afab) and bi from the age of like, 13 i think? and that didn't change until i was 22 or so and i was like... she/they?? maybe?? which turned into they/she which turned into they/them which led me to nonbinary and pansexual which is where i've been chilling. but i don't even know if that feels right. like yes i am a girl but no i'm not a woman (i'm 25 so like, that Should Be a descriptor that i feel comfortable with. but it's not?) but im also not a girl either. my gender is more akin to like, the embodiment of chaos, lmao. i am everything and nothing all at the same time.

(i'm gonna use very much binary language here–i've personally only ever been with cis men or cis women, so when i use the binary language i'm specifically referring to it in terms of my experience) my sexuality is even more confusing to me now which is crazy?? my first crush was on a boy, and i had crushes on boys and girls through middle school and high school. i had a crush on my best friend in middle school and she was my first kiss. it felt like magic and i loved every second of kissing her. i ended up breaking up with her after a month or so and i still to this day don't know why. i think i was feeling like, constricted in it. drowning in the attention. also i was 13 and was living on a diet of nothing but nutella and pretzels so who the fuck knows lmao.

but as a teenager it oddly seemed so much more clear to me? my attraction to ppl was different and based off of their gender. like for me, my attraction towards girls was very emotionally based and the more i got to know them the more i wanted to be physical with them, too. with boys it was kind of the opposite, in a way, but not always. i didn't date any girls in high school–i had a big ol crush on one in particular but that was my Oh, She's Straight moment. i dated two boys. the first was a super nice dude who i hope is doing well. i broke up with him after 7 months or so i think? i was straight up convinced i was a lesbian. and then i dated a boy like two months later. i was OBSESSED with this dude. like, hormones gone wild, really just wanted to destroy this mf. he broke up w me after a month out of the blue, and i was devastated for a minute. in college i dated a dude for 2.5 years. he sucks.

my current partner is a man, we've been together for about 2 years. he is the kindest person i know. and yet i still constantly find myself second guessing everything. which, granted, i've always done. when i've been with women i second guess everything too. i think they're intrusive thoughts, and they'll look like "do you even like men/women?" a lot of it, too is that i don't think i've had the feelings of A Crush since i was a teenager, truthfully. i mean w my partner now, i'd get excited when his name would pop up on my phone, but there was no like, pining or whatever. loving him has always been easy and we got together easy.

so where i sit now is that i love my partner. but do i want an open relationship? am i poly? what if i like, actually am a lesbian and it's been comphet this whole time? but i have felt like, absolutely feral abt men before. but then i'll be like, fuck, what if the whole time i've been straight? but is that just from the desire to feel wanted? from the societal pressure to feel wanted by a man? that the act of being wanted by a man is proof that i am attractive enough and worthy? or am i second guessing these things bc my partner isn't what i need in a partner, regardless of gender. do i need someone more extroverted, who matches my energy more? can i bear the weight of being the outgoing one? and how do i cope with the fact that by choosing a partner i'm loosing connections that i could be forging with other people? but even if i'm poly, what does that mean for me? for my partner?

i am Overthinking so much. all of the time. and how much of it is intrusive thought and how much of it is... not, is incredibly hard to discern. i feel deeply tied to my queerness but i don't even know what my queerness is.

ik this is very oversharing but if u read this i appreciate u. u gay people in my phone make me feel less alone sometimes, mwah.

#yes i am emailing therapists #i have friends i can and should talk to about this too but im so nervous to bring it up to them #i dont know why either. its not like theyre judgy they're all cool queer ppl too #but to say it to someone you know and who knows you makes it all so much more real #personal

[bradsmindbrain]

Jack and Ted running into Dracula and a fight ensues? (Jack did mention fighting him once or twice in wwbn before Ulysses apparently killed him and I'm pretty sure they've had run ins in the comics). Good old vampire vs werewolf fight, pls.

Monstrum

Summary: Jack and Ted encounter an old rival of Jack’s.

TW: Violence, knife, mild body horror

Jack smelt him before he saw him. Him and Ted were currently attending a Halloween costume party at a local club, and while the smell of alcohol and cheap costumes clouded his sensitive nose, there was one distinct smell he zeroed in on immediately, the smell of blood and filth. During his long career of hunting, he’d come to associate that smell with one of the most dangerous kinds of monsters there were, Vampires. He turned to face where he assumed the smell was coming from, spotting a blonde woman in a rather revealing angel costume talking to a sharp dressed man. 

The man was bald, with a stubble-dusted face and striking blue eyes, and Jack all but snarled. Carpathian. He expected better of the Vampire, truly he did. Attacking someone on Halloween? That was just tasteless and tacky. He watched as the woman laughed at the Vampire’s jokes, unaware of the beast that lurked beneath but a few inches of latex-like false skin.

He needed to find his boyfriend. Tonight wasn’t a night of the full moon, so there was no way he stood a chance against Carpathian by himself, but with a little help… 

Finding Ted wasn’t an issue, as he was currently surrounded by people trying to take selfies and photos with him. He waited until Ted was done with his current photo before standing next to him. “Ted, we have an issue,” he whispered, trying to make sure no one heard him.

His boyfriend moved away from the crowd surrounding him, giving a grumble. 

He pointed to where Corinthian stood, watching as the Vampire prepared to lead the woman out the side door into the connecting alley. “You see him? That’s Carpathian.”

Ted’s eyes widened, he had told his boyfriend about Carpathian before, but he had never met the Vampire in person. Ted had jokingly asked if Carpathian was his ex at one point, to which he merely rolled his eyes. Sure he respected Carpathian, but that was only because Carpathian had the dubious distinction of being the only monster to survive more than one hunt against him. Even if his human guise was moderately attractive.

“We need to stop him before he sucks that poor woman dry,” he said as the Vampire exited the building.

Ted nodded, giving a grumble.

He and Ted made their way after Carpathian, pushing through a few other partygoers on the way. It was funny, despite all the costumes and makeup of monsters and beasts, three very real monsters were among them, and one of them wanted nothing more than to bring harm to each and every one of them.

They exited the building, and Jack turned to the side and spotted Carpathian leaning in towards the woman, her eyes closed. “Hey, Carlos! Long time no see!” he shouted, trying to get the Vampire’s attention and make the woman leave.

To his luck, it worked. “Oh, am I interrupting something?” she asked, looking back at him and Ted. She seemed to take their silence as a yes, awkwardly walking back inside as Carpathian scowled, something large visibly shifting beneath his false skin.

“Jack,” Carpathian said, Eastern European accent oozing with venom, “Long time no see.”

“I hoped it would be a good long while before I saw you again,” he responded, unimpressed, sliding a hand into the pocket of Dr. Jekyll outfit, wrapping it around the pocket knife inside. He usually didn’t like confrontation when it wasn’t a full moon, but he kept the knife on his person at all times, just in case push came to shove.

The vampire turned to look at Ted, “Who’s your friend here? I don’t think you’ve ever spoken to me about him before.”

Henarrowed his eyes, “Yeah, because I was too busy trying to kill you. And his name is Ted by the way, my boyfriend.”

Carpathian laughed, “I didn’t take you for the type, Jacky, being in a relationship I mean.”

Ted gave an angry grumble.

He growled, “It’s fine Ted. Why are you even here?”

“Well,” Carpathian grinned, “a man has to eat, doesn’t he?”

“Sure, that doesn’t explain everyone else you kill after you’re done.”

Carpathian shrugged, “Nobody’s perfect.”

He scowled, “Just leave, Carpathian.”

Carpathian grinned, his blue eyes giving a predatory gleam, “No, I don’t think I will. You interrupted my meal, so it’s only fair that you join me for it.” 

In an instant, the Vampire bounded towards him, and he removed the knife from his pocket, slicing the Carpathian’s face with it. The wound didn’t bleed, only exposing the pale flesh underneath it. Carpathian laughed as he tore at his false skin and suit, tearing it off like cheap latex to expose the pale, hairless flesh of his true, bat-like form. A pair of huge, leathery wings extended from his back as he ripped the face of his human guise off.

Ted gave a shocked groan.

He turned to quickly nod at his partner, “Yeah, not too nice to look at, huh?”

Carpathian glared at him with his beady, oversized black eyes, “Your boyfriend isn’t winning any prizes either.”

He prepared to slam the knife into Carpathian’s eye, but the Vampire responded like a bolt of lightning, grabbing Jack’s arm with his spindly, taloned fingers. Carpathian laughed, leaning his head back to prepare to rip into his throat, “Don’t worry Jacky, it won’t hurt, I’ll make it quick.”

Jack braced for the fangs, but in an instant Ted punched the Vampire clean in the face from over his shoulder, sending Carpathian flying backwards down the alley. Carpathian got back to his feet with a hiss, “You’re a lucky man Jack, that boyfriend of yours is pretty rough.”

“Just shut up,” Jack scowled.

“Fine, I’ll be taking my leave, I’d rather live to fight another day anyway,” Carpathian’s bat-like face shifted into a grin before he flapped his wings, taking off and soaring out of the alley.

Ted gave a concerned grumble, looking at where Carpathian grabbed him.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he responded. He gave a tired smile, “I think we should head home though.”

Ted gave a grumble, pulling him in close for warmth.

“Yeah, Carpathian certainly is a character,” he smiled. As awful as Carpathian was, the two of them had a sense of mutual respect for eachother. He honestly deserved better than being killed in a shoddy back alley next to a club in Florida. Carpathian was one of the few monsters the wolf wasn’t able to immediately kill, and in his mind, he deserved a far more dignified death.

Ted gave a teasing grumble.  Jack gave an unimpressed look, “I told you, he is not into me!”

#werewolf by night #wwbn #wbn #jack russell #ted sallis #man thing #carpathian #marvel #mcu #russallis #my stuff #prompts #i don’t think the vampire ulysses killed was dracula so i’ll use one of his underlings from the comics instead #i might retcon carpathian’s canon death so they have more interactions #no jack x ted x carpathian isn’t happening #man some of these prompts are moving away from being jack x ted-centric #but who cares #tw: knife #tw: violence #tw: body horror

[suuho]

thank you so much for such a detailed answer ;3 i don’t want to dump all this in your inbox but junmyeon being so under-appreciated does sadden me a lot. i’m on youtube a lot and the lack of engagements/reactions he gets is painful to watch lmao (spotify, too). he’s honestly my comfort idol and i just hate how toxic kpop stans are. i always think about finding other hobbies because my anxiety fucking sucks (i hope you’re feeling okay too, btw). also hard agree about yixing. sulay is honestly one of the best ships in exo tbh because those two have incredible chemistry, but because they’re among the less popular members no one ever seemed to notice. either way, i’m glad junmyeon stays booked & busy because that man has not rested an inch since his discharge lol. he was even just announced as a tourist ambassador for dubai. personally, i like seeing junmyeon in those positions (like doing speeches at stanford, welfare ambassadorship, strengthening diplomatic relationships between countries, etc) because i think it’s so fulfilling for him (besides being a singer/actor of course). it just fits him.

hey, no worries! i feel like it depends on how you view it? of course junmyeon does not attract the same amount of stans as say baekhyun or jongin (or even kyungsoo) but i feel like his role in the group and as a soloist is also just ... different? like, junmyeon is very selfless and he has to be in his position as leader of the group. we've talked about it before, the genre he has chosen as an artist is also neither classic kpop nor pop to begin with. he is a modern rock artist. even with exo's fandom skewing older in age in comparison to most 3rd gen groups and especially current 4th gen artists, his music is simply not for the majority of kpop stans. and that is okay! he knows what he is doing! he definitely ventures more in the direction of k-soloists. i am fine with that.

i hope you're hanging in there, i mean it. i feel like especially because junmyeon is so chill, he is so comforting. all his songs are less about the spectacle and more about the music itself. he really just performs like ... any rock musician would? no choreography, just his band and him. (as a band guy, i love that very much so. i also sang in a band!) so, you can just really hone in on him and it doesn't bring any pressure? like, i feel like he is as good as a safe space can be if you're gunning for one being an idol.

sulay!!! oh god ... my initial soft spot in exo was really just for the 91s (and kyungsoo). i love them so much! very much agree with you, i think they have crazy chemistry and their voices sound so good together. genuinely, if there would ever be another exo unit debut, i wish it would either be sulay or kyungsoo and yixing. they have the most vocal chemistry and compliment each other very well, in my opinion. the tears i have shed cause yixing and junmyeon weren't recorded together on don't fight the feeling ... oh, dear. the harmonies we missed out on. i sometimes get so sad when i think about how junmyeon's only same age friend left them; like, i know they love each other and junmyeon is holding that group together by sheer will and his own spit as glue alone, but i wish he (and we) had it a little easier. anyways, i am digressing.

very much agree about the speeches and stuff! my little gemini sun virgo moon leader. he can't help but love this kind of shit (and so do i).

#ask #anon #long post

[genyawritesshizz]

Jesus I’ve been wanting to write an x animatronic reader forever. I’m sorry if this sucks I’ve been trying to start this forever.

This is a slow burn!

Monty x animatronic reader

In this fan fiction we support Roxanne x Chica. Period.

Part 2: https://caittiebugzzz.tumblr.com/post/673503509086388225/part-two-of-my-monty-x-animatronic-reader-this

“Why on earth are we even tryna’ bring this old rust bucket back? This things been decommissioned for years!” A man winded as he struggled to lift a box full of parts off the newest shipment of Fazbear supplies.

“Because apparently corporate spent to much on building this damn place gotta cut costs somewhere.” The other man laughed, rubbing sweat off his brow. “Spend every penny they had on this place and the hunks of junk out on stage but can’t spare a couple thousand to get a new attraction.”

The largest and most anticipated item was a wooden crate currently being unloaded from the shipping truck. It stood a good five feet tall, weighed easily over a couple hundred pounds, and nailed shut at every seam. Once it was safely docked inside the two men gathered around, with a hammer in hand they began to rip up the nails from one side.

“Damn, well at least it’s in better condition then we though.” The first man reached inside and pulled out an empty head. It was in the shape of a kangaroo. Your large ears detached and somewhere in the box. Your old paint was chipped and wore from well over two years of being inside that crate. The pointed tip of your nose was also broken off. “Eh kind of, this things gunna need all new wiring, new hard drive, and..yikes, new paint talk about out of style.”

“Common we’ve got work to do.”

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“A new animatronic huh?” Roxanne scoffed looking at the newest batch of posters that had recently been hung all around the plex. The posters held little to no information about who or what the newest addition to Fazbear Entertainment would be. Instead all it said was

“Come one come all welcoming to the spot light on 1/30/22 our newest band mate!” With vibrant lettering and a blacked out silhouette of someone. Only thing they would tell was they had huge ears.

“Yeah! I bet they’re awesome!” Chica said though mouthful of pizza. Chica was always the most optimistic of the group when it came to changes. Roxanne rolled her eyes.

“Not with those big ear.” Chica laughed.

“Be nice Roxy! You haven’t even met them yet!”

“I don’t need to meet them to know they’re not nearly as awesome as me!” Chica continued laughing at her jealous girlfriend. She always had to be the center of attention.

“Oh are you guys talking about the poster?” Freddy friendly voice called as he walked towards the group of girls.

“Unfortunately.”

“Yes we where! What do you think Freddy?! I’m excited” Freddy came over and took a seat beside Chica.

“I am excited as well, it has been a long town since we’ve had a new friend.” Freddy smiled down at the lovable chicken.

“I’m surprised you haven’t heard anything about it Freddy.” Another voice approached them, it’s heavy Cajun accent could belong to none other than Montgomery Gator himself. “Or maybe you have and you’re just hold in’ out on us.” The gator laughed and too joined the group. Freddy nervously joined his laugh and rubbed the back of his neck as a nervous habit.

“Honestly I haven’t heard anything!” True is, this bear is freaking out over not knowing. He’s supposed to know everything that goes on around here and now there’s a whole new member joining? How has nobody informed him of this! Freddy knew at least two months in advance about Monty joining the Pizza Plex but now they are less then three week from having a whole new attraction! To say the bear was freaking out would be an understatement.

“Well whatever or whoever it is better be cool I’m tired of hanging out with you losers.”

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“Almost finished! Just got to see if this thing even turns on anymore.” The two men had been attempting to fix your wiring for the past week. Your bare endo skeleton laid flat on a table in the deepest maintenance tunnel within the pizza plex. The two kept their work under wraps trying to keep the other animatronics away from disturbing their hard work. The last thing they needed was Freddy’s curious self asking fifty million question, Monty breaking things, Chica getting pizza everywhere or Roxanne’s insistent whining.

The whirling of your endo skeletons fans and various parts began to fill the almost silent room. Your eyes opened.

“Hi kids! Welcome to Batys Barbecue!” You’re default factory settings kicked in. Doing your usual wave and look around. “I’m your host (y/n) the kangaroo! Todays house specials are-”

“Gotta get rid of that old chip.” Both men nodded their heads and they powered you back off. “At least it’s works. Voice box could use some tweaking but motor functions seem to be fine.”

Removing your chip meant removing you, or at least your old self. You would be starting over completely. Everything you’ve ever seen heard and felt before would be gone.

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“Music man! Hello sir! I have a favor to ask of you” Freddy significantly smaller form walked into the domain of the DJ. The DJ man was of course always happy to have his fellow Animatronics visit him after hours. He loved playing different tracks for them. He placed his massive hand down near Freddy for the bear to climb up on. Once Freddy was on he lifted him up to his face. DJ smiled before raising a brow. “I just wanted to ask if you’ve heard or saw anything with the new animatronic!” DJ brought another hand up to his face and tapped it against his head as if thinking. A smaller version of the DJ man crawled up the other arm and came up. Speaking something to DJ in beats and random noises. DJ nodded to it.

“Follow them.” That is all DJ said before setting Freddy back down as the mini DJ crawled off and began running down one of the maintenance tunnels.

“Oh! Okay thank you friend!” Freddy waved at DJ before running after the little guy. DJ simple gave him a smile and nod.

The little guy lead Freddy further into the tunnels than he had ever ventured. He never cared for going down here, after all down here was the parts and service room, an animatronics worst nightmare and of course that’s exactly where the little guy lead him. He simply slipped up into a vent signaling for Freddy to wait there. The door soon opened to reveal a seemingly empty room. Freddy flipped on the light and about jumped out of his suit at the sight.

“Oh gosh!” He shouted at the endo skeleton. It’s poor body had about twenty different wires sticking out of it and into a large computer on the table. It’s mouth moved but nothing came out. “I’m sorry to pop in on you like this!” Freddy nervously looked around the room avoiding looking at the animatronic infront of him. But when he received no response he looked back at it. “Can you hear me?” He asked again receiving no response. Freddy felt horrible about seeing his new friend in this state. This was their most vulnerable state and Freddy felt out of class standing here. He quickly looked around the room and saw a small work bench in the corner. It had a variety of papers sprawled out on it and his ever curious mind compelled him to take a peek. “I hope you do not mind if I look at these.”

‘(Y/N) the Kangaroos safari adventure!’

Read the first paper that caught Freddy’s attention it appeared to be a sketch of an unreleased poster. Reading further it stated that with a purchase of a VIP ticket (y/n) would act as a tour guide for guests and have her own section in the plex. Looking over more sketches he saw that the small coffee shop that had recently been closed for renovations would now be known as (y/n)‘a rainforest cafe. The sketches of what the inside of the cafe will look like where beautiful. With painting of Trees and wild life.

Moving on from the first layer of papers Freddy reached for a sketch of what he assumed was her blueprints.

‘(Y/n) the kangaroo rework.’

There was an extensive log of what all repairs and replacements had been preformed. So she wasn’t new, just reworked. That’s okay! She’s still new to them.

Some notable new features where:

‘Large durable tail- holds up to 400 pounds.’ ‘Balancing stabilizer in tail - stabilizing body when held on tail’ ‘Special stomach pouch - hold birthday presents, maps, books ect’ ‘excellent hearing’ ‘spring action leg enhancements- high plate firm jumps’ ‘caring nature’

What really caught his attention was the sketches of what you where going to look like. Your fur would be a natural tan color with a stomach patch of light shade of tan. Freddy couldn’t help but find the pink hearts sprinkled around your design to be utterly adorable. Heck even your nose was in the shape of a heart. Your outfit was very simple with the most distinct feature being a large sun hat with a pink ribbon around it, of course it had giant ear holes to accommodate your large ears, and a faded green blouse. Smaller details in the finer notes stated that you would have three sets of hoop earring similar to what Freddy had. The standard body heaters like everyone else had (which make for amazing hugs).

Freddy was started by a sound coming from behind him.

“Processing… processing… processing” it sounds like you regained your voice box functions. Freddy felt an immense amount of guilt. You’ve been reseat…. An animatronics worst fear.

“I’m so sorry little rockstar. I hope this new start is better for you.” With that Freddy left.

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[dadbodosamu]

only you || part i

Stepdad Osamu x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: pseudocest, stepcest, cheating, wombfucking, semi-public sex (in an alley), extremely light dumbification, breeding kink, spit kink, Osamu has a dick piercing

4.5k words. thanks to @waka-chan-out and @vanilleswtmacaron for beta reading this and reassuring me that it doesn’t suck lol

ao3 link here (aha its not too long mobile just sucks!!) part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v || part vi || extras || only you, too

You sighed as you tapped your fingers on the table. Your mom had decided it was high time for you to meet your new stepdad, who you had put off meeting for the past three years. You smiled as you remembered the perfectly timed appendicitis that had you missing the wedding. You couldn’t have planned it better if you tried. 

Your dad had only passed away a little under four years ago, leaving your mom to remarry only six months later. You’d opted to live with your grandmother, citing her health as a reason to live with her on her farm. Your plan had worked perfectly, and you hadn’t had to meet Osamu for three years.

Now though, with your grandmother in the hospital, your mom thought it was a great time for you to come and visit and finally meet the great Osamu.

“Osamu should be home any minute,” your mom said, smiling happily over the takoyaki she was making. “He’s bringing your favourite!”

“Yay,” you said, unenthusiastically. You glanced at the time on your phone. You were almost wishing Osamu to be here so you wouldn’t have to spend another awkward second with your mom.

You and your mom hadn’t been close to begin with, you always being a daddy’s girl from the day you were born. And after remarrying so quickly, you’d drifted even further apart. At this point, you had nothing to speak to her about.

“I’m home!” Someone called. The door slid shut behind them and you glanced around, waiting for them to appear in the kitchen. “And I brought umeboshi onigiri!”

The man who stepped into the kitchen nearly knocked you out of your seat.

He was handsome. Devastatingly, heartachingly, handsome. He was tall, with brown hair and deep grey eyes, and thick. His t-shirt was pulled taut over his broad shoulders and his thighs in his shorts were almost indecent. 

The next thing you noticed was that he was young. Probably only a handful of years older than your twenty-one, definitely closer to your age than your mom’s.

God, why had you put this meeting off? Had you known your mom was married to an actual god, you would’ve actually visited.

“Hey, honey,” your mom greeted, smiling at him. Your stomach twisted as she leaned over, puckering her lips for a kiss. Osamu pecked her lips quickly and turned towards you.

“Hey, I’m Osamu,” he greeted, smiling widely at you. Your heart skipped. “I heard ya like umeboshi onigiri so I made you some.”

“Th-thank you,” you stuttered. “I’m Y/n. It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to finally meet ya,” Osamu said. “Was starting to think ya were avoiding me!”

“More like she was avoiding me,” your mom said. “She was always a daddy’s girl.”

“Oh?” Osamu asked, looking at you. Your cheeks burned. “Well, I’d never try to replace yer dad, but if ya ever need some daddy/daughter time, I’m here for ya.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from saying something stupid. 

“I really appreciate that,” you said. 

“Oh, I’m so glad you two are getting along already!” Your mom squealed. She carried the takoyaki to the table and smiled as she sat down. “Dinner is finally ready.”

“Itadakimasu,” you mumbled, already loading your plate up with onigiri and the other food on the table. 

“So, how is university going?” Your mom asked. 

You shrugged as you slurped up some noodles. “It’s going. Made nationals.”

“Oh? What sport do ya play? I don’t think yer mom ever mentioned,” Osamu said. You rolled your eyes. Of course she hadn’t mentioned volleyball, it wasn’t like you’d been playing since elementary school or anything.

“Volleyball,” you said. “I was on the Niiyama girls team in high school. Hoping to go pro after uni.”

“Volleyball? I played in high school! My brother, Atsumu, and I were on the Inarizaki team,” Osamu exclaimed. 

“Not Miya Atsumu, right?” You asked, excitedly. “MSBY Black Jackals Miya Atsumu?”

“The very one!” Osamu said.

“No way! They’re my favourite team! I have a signed poster in my room, it’s my prized possession!” I exclaimed. “I heard a few members are going to the Olympics this year.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me she plays volleyball,” Osamu said, glancing at your mom.

“Must’ve slipped my mind,” your mom said.

“We should go to a game sometimes,” Osamu said. “I can get an extra ticket to the MSBY, Adlers game later this week.”

“That sounds great!” You said, smiling widely.

Your mom ate in relative silence as you and Osamu traded stories about your volleyball times, only ever inputting something every once in a while. After dinner, Osamu found a Sendai Frogs match. 

“I’m currently in the nation’s top 3 setters,” you said, proudly. “I’m number two behind Takao Michi.”

“I’ll have to start coming to yer games,” Osamu said. “See ya in action.”

“I’d like that,” you said, honestly. 

“Why don’t ya come to work with me tomorrow? I can introduce ya to a few of my friends that are in town,” Osamu said.

“Absolutely,” you said.

“Don’t get me wrong though, I’m putting ya to work while yer there,” Osamu said. Your mom yawned.

“You all have me worn out from all this volleyball talk,” she said. “I’m going to bed.”

“Night, mom,” you said as she stood up.

“Osamu?” She questioned, turning back to glance at him.

“Oh, we’re going to stay up a bit longer,” he said. “The Schweinden Adlers have a match after the Frogs.”

“Oh, okay,” she said. You could hear the disappointment in her voice.

Osamu waited until you heard the bedroom door click shut before speaking.

“I know this is probably too much information about yer mom but she must think I’m some sex robot,” Osamu said, huffing. “A guy can only do so much.”

You crinkled your nose. “Gross, I did not need to know that.” You tried to hold steady but laughter bubbled up through your lips. Osamu laughed loudly and you joined him, holding your gut with how hard you were laughing.

“We need- we need to be- to be quiet!” Osamu laughed. “She’s trying to- tryin’ to sleep.”

You giggled a few more times before quieting down.

“So, how old are ya?” Osamu asked, standing up. “Old enough for a beer?”

“I’m twenty-one,” you said. “Old enough for a beer.”

“We got wine coolers if ya would rather have that,” Osamu said, stepping into the kitchen.

“Please,” you said. “So, how old are you? Can’t help but notice you’re quite a bit younger than my mom.”

“Twenty-five, twenty-six in October,” he said, grabbing a beer and a wine cooler out of the fridge.

“Follow up question,” you said, “and I don’t mean any offence, I’m sure she’s great in some ways, but why my mom? I mean, surely there’s no shortage of people your age that are wanting you.”

Osamu took a long drink from his beer before answering. “Ask me after I’ve drunk a few of these.”

You pursed your lips and took a sip of your fruity drink. “Fine,” you said. “Then let’s play a game. Every time the Adlers score, I’ll ask you a question and every time the Tachibana Red Falcons score, you get to ask me a question.”

“Deal,” Osamu said.

“Oh! Score!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands up. “Another untouchable spike by Ushiwaka!”

“Shush, yer mom,” Osamu giggled. You rolled your eyes and chugged the rest of your fifth drink.

“You shush, it’s my turn,” you said, plopping down on the couch next to Osamu. “So, now tell me,” You hiccupped. “My bad. Now tell me, why my mom? Why not someone your age? Because I’m gonna- I’m gonna be honest, you’re hot and my mom is, like, she’s not, like, ugly, but, like, she’s, like, fifty.”

“I could just like cougars,” Osamu teased. You rolled your eyes and popped the top on your next drink.

“Tell the, the truth, ‘Samu,” you slurred. 

“Fine, but this stays between us, as best friends,” he said.

“Bee ef efs,” you slurred.

“Yer mom helped fund my restaurant,” he said. “So, I felt bad. She’s so nice and sweet. So, I married her.”

“Now you have a step kid that’s only four years younger than you,” you said. 

“Yeah, she didn’t really mention ya before we got married,” he said. Osamu leaned in close to you. “She didn’t mention how attractive ya were either.”

Your cheeks flushed. You turned your head away from him, looking back to the television.

“Oh, Falcons scored,” you said. “It’s your turn to ask a question.”

Osamu took a sip of his beer before speaking. “Why have ya been avoidin’ yer mom?”

You took a large gulp from your drink. “I haven’t been avoiding her,” you lied. Osamu blinked at you slowly. 

“Fine, fine!” You exclaimed. You sipped from your drink, then responded, “Mainly because she remarried so quickly after Dad died. And to someone only four years older than me. But we’ve never been close. She and I never really saw eye-to-eye. She was the love of my dad’s life and he was just another guy to her. Not to mention, she’s never been remotely interested in anything in my life, she’s always been so self-absorbed. I doubt she even knew I still played volleyball, that’s probably why she didn’t mention it to you.”

Osamu stayed silent as you chugged the remainder of your drink.

“I know it’s probably not comforting, but I’ll be there for ya if ya need me,” Osamu said. “Even if yer mom and I separate, I consider ya a friend now.”

Osamu’s words were oddly comforting. You nodded as you reached for yet another wine cooler. 

“I’m oddly comforted,” you said, popping the top easily. You fiddled with the top, thinking of what to say next.

“Another Falcons score,” Osamu said. “My turn again.”

“Question away,” you said. 

“Can’t think of any,” Osamu said. He yawned.

“Tired already?” You teased, elbowing him in the side. “Old man.”

“I’m twenty-five,” he argued, yawning again. “But I am going to bed. Let’s call a rain check on our game.”

“Deal,” you said, raising your bottle to him. “Might as well go to bed, too. Night, Samu.”

“Night, Y/n,” Osamu said, standing up. He stretched out before padding down the hallway to your mom’s room. 

You sighed loudly once you heard the door click shut. You gulped down your drink. “Good going, Y/n. You finally found a guy you like and he’s your stepdad.”

You finished your drink before gathering all the empty bottles and cans, throwing them in the recycling before walking towards your room. You collapsed onto your unmade bed and passed out before your head hit the pillow. 

“Two salted salmon onigiri,” you said, placing the plate in front of the professional volleyball player. “And onion soup.”

“Go ahead and join them,” Osamu said, placing a few plates on the same table. “I’ll bring you out some umeboshi onigiri.”

“Thanks,” you said. You could barely contain your excitement as you took a seat between Miya Atsumu and Bokuto Koutarou.

“So, yer a setter?” Atsumu asked, taking a bite of his onigiri. You nodded.

“Number two in the nation,” you said.

“She’s better than you were, Tsumu!” Hinata Shoyo exclaimed. You smiled widely.

“In high school, I was ranked number one under nineteen in my second and third years,” you said. “I even got to play in the junior Olympics in high school. We only won silver, though.”

“We’re playing the Olympics this year,” Bokuto said. “And a few of our friends from the Adlers.”

“Kageyama Tobio, Ushijima Wakatoshi, and Hoshimiumi Kourai?” You asked. “I’ve been keeping up with everyone considered for the Olympics.”

“Maybe you’ll be playing in the next Olympics,” Sakusa said. 

“That’s the goal,” you said, smiling. Osamu set a plate in front of you. “Thank you.”

“So our little star setter is here for the next week,” Osamu said, placing a strong hand on your shoulder. “We should play a game while she’s down, see how good she really is.”

“I’m game!” Bokuto exclaimed. “I wanna see those number two in the nation skills!”

“Probably nowhere near the level of you guys,” you said.

“We do have a few years on ya,” Atsumu said, ruffling your hair. 

“Literally only four,” you said, fixing your hair.

“Leave the kid alone, Tsumu,” Osamu said.

“Hey, she’s my niece now, I reserve the right to tease her,” Atsumu said.

“Uncle Tsumu,” you teased.

“That’s right, Uncle Tsumu and Daddy Samu,” Atsumu said. 

Your stomach flipped as the MSBY boys laughed. Osamu looked down at you and winked. You clenched your thighs together.

“All right, quiet down before ya disturb my payin’ guests,” Osamu said. 

“Lunch on Samu-kun!” Hinata exclaimed. Osamu rolled his eyes.

“Once yer finished, I want ya back in the kitchen,” Osamu said. He rubbed your back before walking into the kitchen.

“So, you plan on going professional after university?” Bokuto asked.

You nodded as the table fell into casual conversation.

“I already have offers to go play in France and Brazil,” you said, taking a bite of your onigiri.

“Brazil is fantastic,” Hinata said. “I played there for a while.”

“You liked it? I’ve been debating back and forth between the two. Can’t decide which one I would enjoy more,” you said. “Does Brazil have good food?”

“The best! Unless you’re looking for Japanese food,” Hinata said. “There’s no good Japanese food.”

“Noted,” you said, smiling.

“What are you studying in school?” Sakusa asked.

“Education,” you said. “If volleyball doesn’t work out I want to teach Japanese in another country.”

“Smart,” Sakusa said.

“So, any boyfriends? Girlfriends? Significant others?” Atsumu asked.

You laughed. “With what time?”

“Oh, come on, there has to be someone!” Atsumu exclaimed. “We all find time for a lil’ somethin’.”

“There was a girl,” you admitted. “On my volleyball team, but we both cared more about volleyball than each other.”

“Any crushes?” Bokuto asked. He winked at you and flexed his arms playfully.

You pursed your lips. “And why should I tell you if I do?”

“Because we’re all best friends now!” Hinata shouted, slamming his hand on the table. He ignored the looks from the other customers.

“There is this guy I have my eye on,” you said. “He’s tall, nice, and beefy as hell.”

“Ooo, tell us more,” Bokuto said.

You shook your head. “No use talking about him. He’s strictly off limits.”

“He’s gay,” Atsumu said, nodding his head.

“What?! No!” You laughed. “He’s taken.”

“Ah, university relationships aren’t always serious, you can probably still get him,” Hinata said, waving away your worries.

“He’s married,” you said. The boys all hissed in sympathy.

“Ask for a threesome,” Atsumu said. Your face must’ve shown your disgust because the boys all laughed at you.

“She must be ugly,” Bokuto said.

“We don’t get along the best,” you said. You sighed as you looked down at your empty plate.

“Better get to work before Daddy Samu grounds you,” Atsumu teased.

You rolled your eyes, but stood up. 

“It was nice meeting you guys,” you said. “I hope we can get a game together before I leave.”

“Oh, we definitely will,” Bokuto said.

“I’ll hold you to it,” you said, smiling. You waved bye to them as you entered the kitchen.

Osamu was leaned over the stove top, stirring a large pot of soup.

“Have fun?” He asked, wiping sweat off his brow with the towel thrown over his shoulder. You nodded.

“They were all super nice,” you said. “I feel like we’re actually friends now.”

“That’s good,” Osamu said, smiling at you. “Ya wanna start putting together a couple of onigiri?”

“No problem,” you said, washing your hands quickly. 

“We need five salted salmon and three umeboshi,” Osamu said. “And then out to table three.”

“Got it,” you said.

The rest of the day went by relatively quickly and smoothly. It was finally around midnight when the last customers finally left and you and Osamu could close down shop.

“Come into my office and I’ll show you how to count all the money,” Osamu said, locking the main doors. 

You followed him into his small office. 

“Okay, whenever you count the money, make sure the door is closed and locked behind you,” Osamu said, closing the door behind him. 

You held your breath as he slowly slid past you, your chest brushing against his.

“A lil’ cramped in here, sorry,” Osamu said, sitting at his desk.

“It’s fine,” you mumbled, sitting in the folding chair next to him.

“So, d’ya have a good day?” Osamu asked, casually thumbing through bills.

You nodded. “It was good! It was nice meeting your friends. I really liked them.”

“Ooo, any of ‘em catch yer eye?” Osamu teased. You rolled your eyes.

“I already have my eye on someone,” you said.

“Oh?” Osamu questioned.

“He’s taken though,” you said. “Strictly off limits.”

“Ask for a threesome,” he said.

You laughed loudly. “Funny, Atsumu said the same thing. But no, I don’t get along with his wife.”

“Wife? That sucks,” he said, placing a wad of cash in an envelope. 

“Yeah,” you agreed.

“Well, I, for one, think yer a catch,” Osamu said, sealing the envelope. “Anyone would be lucky to have ya.”

“Thanks, Samu,” you said, face burning. He patted your thigh.

“Anytime, princess,” Osamu said. You clenched your thighs together at the new nickname. “Well, we’re all done here, let’s get home.”

You trailed after him like a lost puppy as he double checked all the appliances were off and flipping the lights off.

You shivered as you stepped into the cool, night air. 

“Cold?” Osamu asked, already peeling off his Onigiri Miya hoodie.

“Yeah, a little,” you said, gladly taking the hoodie from him. You tugged it over your head and breathed deeply. “Smells good. Half expected it to smell like onigiri.”

“It will soon,” Osamu said, smiling. “It’s new. Just got the shipment in last week.”

“I’ll have to get one,” you said.

“Keep it,” Osamu said. “Ya look cute in it.”

You blushed deeply. You bumped his shoulder with yours gently.

“It’s like, way too big,” you said.

Osamu shrugged. “Oversized is in. Besides, I thought girls loved to steal guys’ hoodies.”

“Yeah, guys they like,” you said.

“Well, ya took it from me,” Osamu said, bumping your shoulder. “Ya must like me a little.”

“Whatever,” you said, cheeks burning. Osamu laughed.

“Someone has a crush!” He sang.

“Shut up! I don’t have a crush on you,” you said.

“Ya did call me hot last night,” he said.

“I was drunk, so it doesn’t count,” you said. He rolled his eyes obnoxiously.

“Ya have a crush on me, just admit it,” Osamu said. “I won’t tell anyone, pinky promise.”

“You’re my stepdad, in case you forgot,” you replied. “That’s basically incest, isn’t it?”

“So ya admit it?” Osamu asked. You shoved him playfully.

“I actually have a crush on Atsumu,” you said. “He’s the hotter twin.”

Osamu pushed you into an alley and caged you against the cool bricks of a building.

“Oh?” Osamu said. “Ya think Atsumu is the hotter twin?”

You nodded slowly as Osamu looked down at you.

“It’s the hair,” you squeaked.

“Oh, yeah, forgot that girls love a guy who doesn’t know what toner is,” Osamu said, leaning down. “I think yer lying.” His nose was nearly touching yours.

“I’m not,” you mumbled. Osamu’s hands moved from either side of your head to your hips. 

“You are,” Osamu whispered, lips brushing against your ear. You shivered.

“And if I am?” You asked.

“I don’t like bad girls,” Osamu said. “Lying is grounds for punishment.”

“Punishment?” You asked.

“I’d bend ya over my knee and spank ya until ya begged for mercy,” he said. You sucked in a sharp breath.

“It’s a good thing I’m not lying, then,” you said. By now, Osamu’s lips were nearly against yours, so close you could feel the heat from his breath on your lips.

Osamu ground his hips against yours, firmly pressing his hard on against you.

You bit your lip and glanced down. His cock was straining against his jeans, eager to be released.

“Tell the truth and I’ll think about not putting ya over my knee,” Osamu said, lips softly brushing against yours. 

“You’re the hotter twin,” you said, putting your arms around his neck. “And I have a crush on you. And I want you to fuck me in this alley.”

“There we go,” Osamu said. He finally kissed you roughly, like he wanted to devour you. You moaned as he ground against you.

“Samu,” you moaned, pulling back. He wasted no time, kissing down your neck, sucking and biting at your sensitive skin.

“Been thinkin’ about pushin’ this lil’ skirt up all day,” he growled, pushing your skirt up around your waist, revealing the pretty pink lace of your underwear. 

“Please,” you gasped as he shoved his jeans and underwear down, releasing his cock. You nearly moaned at the sight of it, long and thick and leaking precum from the swollen tip.

“Gonna wreck this cute little cunt,” Osamu said, tugging your underwear down and letting them fall to the ground. He dragged the tip of his cock through your wet folds, teasing your clit and hole.

“Is- Is that a piercing I feel?” You asked, feeling cool metal against your warm folds.

“I’ll give ya a closer look later,” he said, teasingly pushing the tip in and out of your hole. “Wanna be in ya now.”

“Fill me up, please, Samu,” you begged, digging your fingernails into his skin. Your walls fluttered around nothing as he lifted you up. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Good girl,” he muttered, lining his cock up with your hole. “Beg for my cock, princess.”

“Please, please, please!” You cried. “Want your cock in me, need it! Please, Samu, want you to fill me up.”

“Of course, baby girl, anything for my princess,” Osamu said, kissing you softly. He rutted his hips up into you, stretching you out suddenly.

You moaned loudly and let your head fall on Osamu's broad shoulder. 

“So big,” you moaned. “Hurts.”

“Shh, shh, yer takin’ me so well, baby,” Osamu said. “Squeezin’ me so tight, wanna bust just bein’ in ya.”

You whimpered as Osamu slowly pulled out. He pushed back in slowly, giving you time to adjust to each inch. Your walls clenched around him, sucking him in deeper and deeper until the swollen tip was kissing your cervix.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “Gonna ruin ya.” Osamu pulled out until just the tip was in and slammed back into you.

You gasped loudly as his cock breached your cervix, going deeper than anything had ever been in you and stretching you more than anything ever had.

“Samu!” You cried, throwing your head back and digging your nails into the nape of his neck. “Fuck, harder, please!”

“Feel that, baby? I’m so deep in ya,” Osamu said. “Fuckin’ past your cervix, yeah?”

You nodded as you bit back your moans as Osamu pounded into you. You buried your head into his shoulder and bit down, quieting your too loud moans.

“Next time, ‘m gonna have ya somewhere ya can be loud as ya want,” Osamu grunted. “Wanna hear yer pretty, little moans.”

You let out a soft moan in his ear and he snapped his hips up harder into you.

“Ah, Samu,” you moaned, struggling to keep your volume down. “Gonna cum.”

He pinched your clit as you gushed around his cock. You looked down to where your bodies met and watched as your juices leaked down his cock, dripping on his heavy balls. You moaned.

“Gonna fill ya up, baby,” he growled lowly. “Come ‘ere.”

He pulled your head up by your hair and squeezed your cheeks until your mouth fell open, tongue lolling out. He gathered spit in his mouth and spat it on your waiting tongue.

“Don’t swallow,” he said. He kissed you deeply, licking into your mouth and sucking your tongue. He kissed you messily, spit running down your chin and a thin strand of it connecting you two when he finally pulled back. 

“Such a messy, little slut,” he said, slamming his hips against yours. “Taking my spit so well. Gonna take my cum like that?”

You nodded, unable to speak beyond gasps and moans as his cock abused your cunt.

“Can’t speak? Fucked ya dumb, huh?” Osamu asked. He chuckled. “My cock makin’ ya dumb, little baby?”

You whined. God, you wanted him to fill you up so bad. 

“Cum. Inside.” You gasped out.

“Oh? Want me t’ breed ya? Make ya big and swollen with my baby?” Osamu asked, hips moving faster.

You nodded furiously. He rubbed your clit in tight, fast circles.

“Cream ‘round my cock one more time, baby,” he grunted. 

“Samu!” You exclaimed. Your stomach tightened as your walls fluttered like crazy.

“Yeah? Gonna cum again for me?” Osamu asked. You let out a high pitched moan as the coil in your stomach snapped.

“Fill me up, please!” You moaned as you came. Osamu’s hips stuttered as he pushed into you deeply before painting your womb white. You cried out, letting your head rest against his shoulder as he moaned.

“Fuck, yer still so tight around my cock,” he hissed. Your walls fluttered. “Perfect little cunt, princess. Milkin’ me dry like a good girl.”

You whimpered as he slowly pulled out. Your legs went limp, falling from his waist.

“Can’t stand,” you mumbled, legs shaking with the weak attempt you made. Osamu held you up as he pulled his pants back up and pulled your panties back on.

“Come here, baby,” he said, swooping you up bridal style. “Let’s go home, princess.”

You nodded lamely as he carried you. You must’ve fallen asleep, because the next thing you heard was Osamu talking to your mother.

“She was practically dead on her feet,” Osamu said. “Fell asleep while I was counting the money.”

“You could’ve called, I would’ve brought the car,” your mom said. You felt Osamu shrug.

“It was no problem,” Osamu said. 

“Well, go lay her down in her bed,” your mom said. “Then maybe she’ll be out for the rest of the night.” You frowned at her suggestive tone and cuddled deeper into Osamu’s chest.

“I’ll go lay her down,” Osamu said. He carried you down the hall and entered your bedroom carefully.

As he laid you down, you grabbed his arm and whined, “Don’t go.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered. “I gotta go to my own bed.”

“Don’t- Don’t fuck her,” you mumbled. “Please.”

“Don’t worry, princess,” he said, softly brushing your hair out of your face. “It’s only you from now on.” You nodded. Osamu kissed your forehead before leaving you alone.

You blinked once, twice, before you were asleep.

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[elysian-i]

Forbidden

Summary: Staying alone in the Manor with Draco may not be all that innocent

Warnings: Smut. Sexual tension, Blow job, titty sucking, slapping, spitting and degrading kink. Orgasm denial, Cum play. Dilf!Draco. Reader is of age.It's a bit messy

a/n: lmao, you all are fucking whores, but don't worry, i am too.

NAVIGATION

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"Draco? Draco Fucking Malfoy?!" Frustration, annoyance, worry, these were one of the many things that were could be distinguished from your tone.

But in reality this wasn't what you were feeling at all. It was all an act to mask the rapid beating of your heart, the heating of your cheeks, the butterflies in your stomach.

"Sweetheart, we're sorry, you'll be safe with him"Your mother's voice was full of sympathy, hands stroking your hair gently "It's just for a few weeks you know"

In defeat, you sigh nodding slightly before bidding them goodbye and apparating to the place, you were certain would be the death of you.

The Malfoy Manor.

Huge windows, dark colors, serpentines decorating most portions of the Castle.

Draco would be inside, the man that had you infatuated in almost every way.

And he would be alone, his son being currently at Hogwarts, no house elves present. Just you and an older single man, alone in the lands of Whiltshire.

Uncertainties filled your mind, each passing second, the thought of it alone made you shiver, amd just as you turn your heel, you bump into a hard chest.

Strong secure hands are around your waist, forcing you to press bodies with him.

And there he stood. Cold, attractive, dominant. Just perfect.

"M–Mr.Malfoy!" You try to sound collected as if you aren't already melting at his fingertips.

"Hello darling, you okay?" Ring clad hands push hair out of face, silver metallic eyes staring right at you, lips curled in a smirk.

"Yeah, I'm uh fine"

"Good, let me show you to your room then blossom"

Gently, his arms loop out of your waist, you keep quiet and watch him bend down to pick up your luggage.

Veins prominent, dark mark dangerously set out, contrasting wonderfully to his pale skin. The black ink proved to make him even more beautiful and all the more threatening.

Footsteps echo through the Manor as you follow closely behind him "Is no one else here?" You ask, as you step inside the room, he nods turning to you "Scorps at Hogwarts, so yeah we're all alone"

"Let me know if you need anything" Mischief was hidden in his voice and you both knew that you're visit was going to be anything but innocent.

This was surely going to be the death of you.

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When Draco had first been informed of your incoming, he'd almost had the same reaction as you. Almost lost his mind at the thought of having you alone in the Manor.

He knew it was wrong, he knew it was sinful but he couldn't help but be bewitched by you. The innocence in your voice, those fucking eyes and those goddamn lips.

And now he had all that to himself, it was painful. You being in that tight blouse and that little skirt, roaming around the Manor freely having no idea of the unspeakable things this man wanted to do to you.

Right now you sat at the fountain, smirking to himself he approached you.

Somewhere deep inside he was aware of the effect he had on you.

"Having a nice time love ?" Malfoy asked, hand trailing down your spine, lightly chuckling as you squirmed beneath the smallest touch of his.

"Yeah, it's really nice here, Mr.Malfoy"

Draco clicked his tongue disapprovingly "Draco, it's Draco to you darling"

He saw the way you flustered at the pet name, and gulped harshly as his hand rested at your waist, inches above your ass.

"Okay, Draco"

The blonde fought back the urge to groan, never had he heard a prettier sound than they way you said his name.

If this was the way he was going to feel every second around you, then he truly was fucked.

—

The air was thickening every moment you spent together. The sexual tension becoming unbearable.

And it was only a matter of time before all restraints broke or before one of you did.

You had decided to go the library, trying to let your mind off the days of tension between you two.

But fuck, the book that you wanted stood up too high, making it hard for you to reach it, you struggle to touch it more than your fingertips, not being able to grasp it in your hands.

At the very moment, Draco was passing by the library, when he saw you, deciding to help you out he slowly crept up behind you, easily reaching for the book you wanted.

His crotch was pressed directly on your ass, and you can't help but whimper at the feeling. That's what breaks him.

Both of you freeze and it feels like time does too, his pants tighten at a small slight whimper of yours.

Then suddenly Draco has his hands on your waist and turns you to face him.

His hands tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and gently cups your face making you look up at him.

"Lord you're so fucking beautiful" He breathes out, before dragging his thumb across your lips, silently asking for permission.

"Do you want this?" Draco asks, pressing light kisses in the crook of your neck.

And as a `yes` tumbles out from your lips, he loses all control.

In a few moments your entire world changes as he collides his lips with yours, the kiss was passionate and desirous.

He takes your bottom lip in between his and sucks on it lightly before his experienced tongue slids' inside your mouth.

His hands roam all around your body, pausing at your breasts and ass and squeezing them roughly. "Dray" you whimper as he does so. Soon enough he begins to kiss your neck and collarbones, ripping your shirt apart as he loses patience.

"The fucking things I want to do to you" The man groans, before attacking the exposed skin of your boobs, giving you a harsh look he tugs at the cup of your bra, revealing your nipples.

Malfoy's lips wrap around the sensitive bud and suckles on it, making you squirm. Wetness forming between your thighs. You pant heavily and start to unbutton his white shirt,

When he stops his assault at your tits and rises, you're mesmerized, taken aback by the beauty of the man in front of you.

For someone his age, he looked incredibly fit. Muscles built around his torso, skin glistening even in the dull lighting of the library.

"You're gonna be a good girl for me, yeah?" His voice is calm and husky, and it spread arousal around you even more,

You nod running your hands along the smooth surface of his front, "Then get on your fucking knees and suck my cock"

You obey him right that instant, falling down on your knees before him, working quickly at his belt buckle, unzipping him and letting him spring free.

"Fuck" You gasp at the sight of his cock. His shaft was long and thick, tip red and glistening with pre-cum.

Smirking you wrap your hand around him, pumping him up and down as his breathing gets heavy.

Draco stares down and intently watches every move of yours, throwing his head back when you take him in the your mouth, licking and sucking his shaft.

"You're such a fucking slut" He grunts, tangling his lanky hand in your hair, forcing you in deeper.

Big doe eyes stare up at him, you on your knees, tearful thick eyelashes decorating your dark shades.

To think you were innocent; God was he wrong.

You may have been, maybe in the past, but right now with your mouth full of cock, spit dribbling down your chin, tits freed. You were anything but the pure angel he thought you were.

Right now you were fucking filthy.

Gagging and chocking on the cock of a man much much older than you.

It was forbidden, but he was Draco Malfoy after all. He'd always had a thing for that.

His grip was harsh and rough and there was no tenderness in him when he yanks you off his length.

"What a fucking cockslut" He growls, wrapping his hands around you and quickly bending you over on the couch nearby.

His pale hand gives your ass a hard slap, and rubs the reddened skin, quickly pulling down your skirt and ripping off your panties.

"Please Draco, j—just fuck me" You yearned him, craved him. There was the danger that came along with him, but it didn't matter now. You were already in too deep, the damage had been done.

"You want me to fuck you? Is that it my sweet whore?" He demands am answer, tip teasing your slit.

"I—I do, please fuck m—"

Your sentence is left unfinished as he slams his cock inside you, not giving you time to do anything, and you're completely under his control.

"Never thought you'd be such a whore"

His hands securely presses against your hips, as he sets up a brutal pace, pounding into you like there was no tomorrow.

It felt like this was the moment you'd been waiting for your entire life, skin against skin, breathing in the same breaths, bodies connected.

"Merlin, you're so damn tight" He moans as he fastens his pace, a coil already forming in your stomach and as you get closer and closer, he pulls out.

"Drac-Draco why'd—" A gasp cuts you off as he flips you onto your back, hands wrapped around your thighs, pushing your legs up.

He wanted to see your face as you collapsed beneath him.

Draco doesn't enter you back in, he waits at your entrance as you whine.

"I wonder what your parents would do if they ever know" He taunts you devilishly "What would they say y/n if they knew that their innocent pure baby is in fact just a naughty little slut, hmm?"

You were far too gone to think about the consequence of your actions now, but so was Draco.

He spits on your pussy, before jerking off his shaft.

This time he pushes in slowly, giving you every inch of him as your toes curl up in pleasure.

The coil starts to form again as he starts to thrust in and out. His eyes never once leaving your face as he mercilessly slams into you.

Your hair wild across the couch, tits bouncing as he pounds your pussy, legs spread wide.

You were a fucked out mess, that too just for him.

He never gives up his speed, and his stamina is impressive. Bucking his hips over and over again, pounding aggressively.

Your body soon starts to tremble at his rough and deep thrust, moans and whimpers constantly leaving your lips as he grunts from above you.

"Come on baby, you gotta cum for me yeah? Be a good girl—fuck "

Levels after levels of ecstasy wash you over as you finally cum, squirting all over him and the couch. And with that sight, Draco is pulled into euphoria, spilling deep inside your cunt.

Long minutes pass by before he pulls out of, chuckling as he drags his fingers through your folds, taking the fingers in his mouth and licking them, before forcing them in your mouth and you suck both of your cum off his fingers.

"Fuck, you're so fucking filthy"

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[onlyang3ll]

Hello! I was wondering if I could put in a request with drew starkey? Where drew x readers meet cute is in a bookstore? All fluffy and the reader is really shy and she knows who he is so she’s a little anxious?

Nice To Meet You

a/n: OK I love this, and I sure hope I did your request justice. I really loved writing this one. I did not proof read all of it, but I am just exciting to get it uploaded. I could honestly make this into a few parts If some are interested in that. like little events from them meeting while on vacation. so please b kind, and give me more requests for drew or race that you wanna see! LOVE YOU ALLL<3

warnings: NOTHING I guess swearing. just fluff

word count: 1.5k

Being on vacation is fun. Until you run out of books to read. I packed three books for my two week long vacation and my e-reader. But of course I forgot my charger, so now only a week in I need a new book to read while laying out on the beach.

So that is where I am, a cute little indie bookshop in the town of Charleston. My family vacations here every year. As I walked around and eventually found myself looking through the romance section, I picked up a book I have been seeing going around everywhere.  As I was reading the synopsis of the novel, I felt a presence beside me.

A light cough caught my attention, lifting my head. I was met with someone I felt like I recognized, but couldn't figure out how. “If you're thinking about grabbing that book you definitely should. A friend of mine was talking about it the other day.” The man smiled and nodded towards the book in my hands. I gave a smile back, “Yeah, I heard great things, I think I'm gonna grab it.” I normally wont hold conversations long with strangers, even super attractive ones. So I gave a nod and started to walk down farther to look at a different section of the shelf.

Why did I have to be such an introvert? This man, who is breathtaking to look at and seems so familiar, was trying to start a conversation with me I think. And what do I do? Shut it down, because I can't help but be shy.

“Are you looking for a certain book?” The voice of the man spoke again, “I don't work here but it seems like I should with how often I come in.” He let out a small laugh. I turn around to face him, suck it up and just talk to him.

I took in his height, damn he is tall. Then his blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. That's when it hit me, this freaking rafe from the show outer banks. I think his name is Drew?

He stood up straight, running a hand through his hair, and cleared his throat. Oh my gosh I have been standing here silent like an idiot. My cheeks flush, how embarrassing. “Sorry, um, no not really searching for one specific book. Just need a good beach read. Here on vacation and I already read through all of my other books I brought along. Well I did bring my e reader too but forgot my charger, so that's really no use to me.” Just then I realize I am rambling and this famous actor doesn't care about my problems, so I just stop talking abruptly.

Social anxiety level is high right now. Like how do you even have a conversion with a famous person. I dont wanna freak him out if I admit that I know him.

He just chuckles a bit, “Oh damn how are you enjoying your vacation so far, besides the fact of running out of books to read?” He teased, playfully. I gave a nervous smile and turned to glance at my shoes, “it's nice, we come every year.” I am trying to look everywhere else besides his face. If I don't make eye contact, maybe I won't make a fool of myself. “Oh nice, I love it here. Currently I am here working.”

I assumed that. They must be filming the next season for the show he stars in. “That is cool,” that sounded rude. To make up for the lack of enthusiasm you smile, holding out your hand, “nice to meet you, i’m yn.” Shit my hand is sweaty, I cant pull it back now, his much larger hand grabs on and gives a little shake. “Drew,” he smiles sweetly at me. “I know,” I mentally slap myself. “I mean, you um look familiar, sorta pieced it together after you just said your name,” I pulled my hand back which he still had a grip on.

Drew smiled, “oh so you watched the show?” he did not sound cocky saying that, like i normally assumed most actors would if they were recognized. I just gave a small nod, then went to look at the book I held in my hands. “Would you wanna maybe grab a coffee with me?” He pointed to the little cafe section of the bookstore. I bit down on the inside of my cheek, having an internal battle with myself. I had no plans for the rest of the day besides laying out, but it has been sprinkling rain on and off all day so that is not very important. But what if i can't seem normal. Or ramble more like I did earlier.

“We could read together and just chat, or not chat. Whatever you want” Drew spoke up again, looking down to watch my facial expressions. I glanced and he was just beaming with this happiness and it sorta made me feel less anxious. “Sure, that sounds nice.” My words came out before I could even think about it anymore.

Maybe it's better it happened that way. Because now thinking about it, I want to create some crazy scenario to be able to leave.

“Let me grab a book, you grab a spot in line for the drinks and I will meet you over there.” He smiles and I nod while making my way to the line.

After we both ordered our drinks, him getting a simple black coffee with two sugars and my order being a hot green tea with lemon. He insisted on paying due to him being the one that invited me to enjoy coffee with him. I did not have the courage to fight back, he paid with a smile and placed his hand on my lower back guiding me to a table along the window.

He seems like a proper gentleman. Then I noticed he grabbed the same book as me. I smiled while taking a seat. “Figured we could read the same book, maybe chat about it.” His smile was so kind, “Yeah that sounds nice..” After taking a sip of my drink, we both got to reading.

It was nice being able to converse with someone about the book and being able to share thoughts and opinions. He is very smart and well spoken. After a while my nerves slowly faded away, and so did the sun. We had been sitting in the bookstore cafe for five hours. Halfway through the book, I look up. “I kept you here for the whole day, I apologize for that..” Drew laughed a bit, setting his book face down and open so he doesn't lose his page.  “No it's okay, I had no other plans, the rain ruined my beach day.” I shrugged.

“Well I am glad it rained, because if it hadn't i wouldn't have been able to meet such a cute girl and convince her to spend her day reading with me” He winked, and smiled. My cheeks instantly turned red.

Before I could say anything else, Drew moves to grab my pen that I had out to annotate the book, and takes a clean napkin writing down something on it. He slides the pen and napkin over. It's his phone number scribbled on it. “Give me a call, text, facetime. Really anything, let's keep this little book club going. I don't want to keep you any longer, can't let you be late for your dinner.” He remembered my dinner reservations with my parents that I mentioned. We both stood up to gather our things.

As we made it out of the bookstore, the rain was not that bad but I flicked open the umbrella I had in my tote bag. “It was really great meeting you, I had a super chill time.” Drew turns to talk to me face to face, smiling. “Me too, thank you again for the drink” He waved it off, “I would love to see you again before you leave, and will be waiting for my phone to ring.” He grabbed onto my hand and brought it to my lips, placing a soft kiss on the back of my hand.

I don’t think I have ever met a guy that is such a gentleman. I smiled, and just nodded. “A lady of very few words, yet I feel like I know exactly what you're thinking,” He teased, dropping my hand gently. “Okay be safe, and have a lovely dinner.” He started to walk backwards, I waved with my free hand that wasn't holding my umbrella. “Goodbye, Drew.. Talk soon.” As he disappeared from my view, I took a glance into my bag to make sure I grabbed everything from the table. I grabbed out my book to use his napkin he gave me with his number on it, and placed it in my book to keep my page book marked.

Taking a glance at the front of the book and rereading the title. ‘People we meet on vacation’

Hmm.. how ironic that is. I laughed to myself and made my way to dinner.

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