#he'd be dropping fuckin hair damn

[huskersbooze]

Who's in Control?

Alastor x Reader

| Part 1(here!) | Part 2 | Part 3 |

Summary : You sold your soul to Alastor and had no idea how big of a deal this was. Until recently, you finally learn what it means, and realize all that Alastor had been doing was just a lie.. or was it?

Pairing : Alastor x F!Reader, Huskerdust? (M!Reader here, Gn!Reader here)

Warnings : swear words

Additional Tags : Angst, miscommunication, misunderstandings, Alastor actually being nice?!, no use of (Y/n)

Ib : Who's in Control By Set It Off

Word count : 1.8k

"Good morning, dear."

"Morning, Al." You reach the lobby and take a seat on the floor next to Alastor's chair.

"How was your sleep, darling?"

"It was good! And yours?"

"Aha, hilarious, really. You know I don't sleep, my dear." He places a hand on your head and gives your hair a ruffle. "You really do know how to brighten my day."

The rest of the team reaches the lobby, and you all gather around for your daily dose of trust exercises.

-----

You and Alastor had been growing closer and closer ever since your arrival at the hotel. There was no doubt that he was your favourite person there.

And, well, for Alastor, he never wanted to admit it, but everyone in the hotel could tell, and even he was aware.

He was growing a soft-spot for you.

It was never supposed to be this way. He was never meant to grow attached. It just somehow happened, and that was that.

Everything between you two was going great. Except for that one little issue that bothered Alastor.. but you didn’t have to know. He never tried to abuse any of that power when he asked for your soul. He never thought of doing anything to you.

But there comes a time in every relationship where a lie can ruin it all.

“Hey, sugar. How ya’ doin’?” Angel Dust leans by the bar counter, greeting you as usual.

“I'm doing decent. Husk and I were just talking about you.”

“We were fuckin’ not!” You watch as the cat's ears twitch, the drink he was originally pouring tipping over.

“Oh, really? No need ta’ lie Husky~” You laugh at Angel's teasing, which makes Husk let out a low growl. “At least I don't gawk over a certain demon so obviously.”

“Hey! Are you talking about me and Al?”

“Who else would he be talkin’ about?” Angel tilts his head to the side, giving you a knowing glare. “Ya’ can't even deny it.”

“Al and I are just friends.”

“Kid, Angel's right.” The cat can only do so much but sigh. “You don't know him as well as I do. He treats you differently.”

“Still, we're just friends-”

“The Radio Demon doesn't do ‘friends’, kid.”

“Yeah, well, he owns my soul. Of course he'd treat me differently.”

The way it so simply came out of your mouth like it wasn't some big deal. Both Husker and Angel Dust froze in place, staring at you wide-eyed.

“What? Did I say something wrong?”

“What.. what did you just say?” The spider can hardly comprehend the news you'd just dropped.

“He owns my soul..?”

“Kid. What the actual fuck?!”

“What the fuck did he do to you?! Ya’ alright?! Are you hurt?”

You watch as the two demons skim your body up and down, firing questions at you, checking up to make sure you weren't hurt.

But you were confused.

“What's going on? Why are you guys suddenly acting so strange?”

“Wh- Why did you sell ya’ soul to him?!”

“Fuck I knew he was up to no good!”

“He told me by selling my soul to him he'd protect me from everything and anything at all cost. I didn't see a reason to decline?” You reply to Angel's question, ignoring Husk as he mutters about himself being correct. “I got nothing to lose.”

“Ya’ got everything to lose, shitass.” You hear his voice start to crack slightly as you realise tears welling up in his eyes.

“Angel?! Hey, what's wrong?”

“Damn, kid. You really don't know shit, huh?”

“About..?”

“What it means to sell your soul.”

“I know what it means, Al said-”

“Forget that fucker.” Husk practically spits out his name. “D'you know why I work here at the bar?”

“Because you like your job..?”

“No. It’s because I was forced by the person I sold my soul to.”

“Who..?”

“Hell, kid.. you really can't take a hint?”

And just like that, he says one more name, and your whole world comes tumbling down on you.

He didn't actually care for you, he was just shaping you in case you came to use.

He didn't actually enjoy your company, he was just watching you to make sure you were obedient.

He didn't actually mean any of the things he said. He was just trying to manipulate you.

And you were so damn lost. So damn lost as to whether the control and power you thought you had, really belonged to you.

“Valentino is an overlord.. and he's your boss?”

“Yup.” Angel nods.

“And he owns your soul like Al owns Husk’s?”

“Exactly.” Husk replies.

“And there's no escaping this contract..?”

“No.” The two reply together.

“Fuck.”

-----

“Greetings, my dear! How are you on this fine morning?” The static sounds from Alastor's usual seat at the lobby where you all gather every morning.

There's that usual smile etched on his face, which, you used to believe looked genuine when he was talking to you, but it seemed that wasn't the case.

“Hey, Husk. Hey, Angel.” You greet the two on the couch, completely passing by Alastor and ignoring his whole existence. “Mind if I sit?”

“Yeah, go ahead.” Angel scoots over and makes space for you to squeeze between Husk and himself. “Ya’ look like hell.”

“You alright, kid?”

“Couldn't sleep much last night, but I'm fine.” You reassure them.

The rest of the crew were a bit startled at your display, knowing well that you refused to not sit by Alastor's chair, normally.

And here you were, ignoring him completely like he was no longer relevant, and hanging with the other two demons.

“Okay.. what an interesting way to start the morning!” Charlie tries to break the ice.

Everyone turns their attention towards her.

Everyone but Alastor.

He was practically fuming with rage, anger, irritation, but yet, a tiny bit of worry.

How dare you ignore the Radio Demon like he was some piece of useless trash?

But then again.. why were you suddenly acting so cold and distant? What did he do wrong?

He couldn't help but focus his attention on you throughout the entire day, but you didn't even spare him a single glance.

Needless to say, you felt a knock on your door that night.

“Darling, how wonderful to see you! Wonderful, really. Mind if I come in?”

“A little. What do you need, Alastor?” You stand at the door frame, hand still on the door handle, prepared to slam the door in case anything happens.

Meanwhile, Alastor was pissed. You had never rejected inviting him in for late night chatting, in fact, you never rejected anything from him.

“It's nothing, really. I just hoped to have a friendly little chat with you, if that's alright?” Alastor leans down to your level, tilting his head and giving you his usual smile he reserved for you, and you only.

“A bit busy. Maybe next time.” You attempt to close the door, but a hand swoops in and, damn, was he strong.

“Dear, what seems to be the issue?”

“I’m really busy, Alastor.” You sigh. His ears twitch at the name. Where were all his sweet little nicknames? Why were you only referring to him by his full name?

“Clearly, something is wrong, and I ought to find out what I had done to deserve such treatment.” He states, making himself welcome in your room. “Talk to me, darling.”

“Oh enough with the pet names, I’m not your fucking pet.” You roll your eyes, closing the door behind you to make sure no one stumbles upon your little predicament.

Alastor stiffens, then laughs.

“Whatever are you talking about, dear? Of course you’re not my pet.”

“The damn contract says otherwise..” You watch as Alastor shifts uncomfortably, his back still facing you. “I should’ve known you just wanted another soul. Fuck you, Alastor.”

You continue on about how you never should’ve trusted him, and how you finally knew about everything so there was no point in him pretending to tolerate you.

Alastor, however, could barely process anything you were saying. He could hear his own static in his own head, and it was growing louder and louder.

What the fuck was happening? How did you know? What did he ever do? Where did he go wrong..?

“Darling, please.. You don’t understand-” The radio filter in his voice was off, his actual voice coming out as a soft plea.

Taken aback, you stopped talking. Alastor turned to face you, smile still etched high and proud, but his eyes looked like he was about to break.

“Alastor..” You murmur. “I just don’t think I can trust you anymore. I’m sorry.”

“When have I ever used any of that power on you?!” Alastor snaps, eyes darting all over the place, trying to find out what to do to fix all this. “I’ve been nothing but nice! I.. I helped you when you were in trouble! I did nothing to hurt you..”

You watch as Alastor starts losing his usual composure, having it slowly drifting away.. It was heartbreaking seeing him like this, but you couldn’t bring yourself to forgive him and pretend nothing happened.

“It doesn’t matter when you’re in control..”

“No.. darling, no! You’re in control!” He scrambles, grabbing you by the shoulders.

“Really? I’m not sure I trust any of that bullshit anymore.”

“Dear, please, listen to me..!”

“I'm sorry, Al.. I think it's best if you leave.”

He pauses.

“Have a good sleep, dear.” He says, voice filter completely off. It was a rare occasion getting to hear his sweet voice. Too bad it had to be under such circumstances.

-----

“Oh my, Alastor, what's got your ears pinned back?” Rosie leads her friend through the halls and has him take a seat opposite of her. “Is everything alright?”

“No.. no it's not.” He replies. “She found out.”

“About the deal?”

“No, Rosie. No.” He sighs. “She found out what selling her soul to me actually permits me.”

“But you never wanted to abuse that power, did you?”

“Of course not.”

“Then, I'm assuming you didn't tell her?”

“No.”

“Well, why not?”

“Would it make a difference?" She could practically hear him scoff. "She's irritated at me as is. It's not like she'd even heed my words."

“Come, now, Alastor. You know as well as I that the sweetheart would listen.” Rosie tuts, waving a hand at him.

“She doesn't need to know how powerful she actually is.. she doesn't need to know her soul is being gambled this very second.”

Alastor sighs, getting up from his chair.

“Thank you for your kind words, Rosie. I shall take my leave now.”

“Take care, Alastor.” She smiles. “I'm sure she'll understand.”

“I surely hope you're correct."

———/ TBC. /———

READ PART 2 HERE

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[pocoyo-yo]

'𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐦𝐞'

SUMMARY: merry christmas/happy holidays to all the chishiya lovers and alice in borderland fans.. here is my gift you/our tiny fandom.

WARNINGS: smut, oral sex, handjob, kinda ooc chishiya (i'd think he'd be more silent tbh but that's goofy), mirror sex, doggy style, choking, breath play, praise kink, dirty talk, protected sex ya'll!!, fem!bodied reader, ive been crushing on him since the first time i saw him two years ago but tbh.. he got even finer in season two (i think i just get in my bag writing wise when i don't worry about punctuation like the perfectionist i am)

~♤♡◇♧~

"I needed this.."

he stroked your hair and let his head fall back between his shoulders, silky blond hair falling with it.

"needed this so fuckin' bad.."

you looked up at him through your lashes, jaw muscles tightening and drops of tears rolling down your hot cheeks.

"oh shit," he groaned, rough hands forcing your head down further. you clung onto his thighs, gagging as he slowly thrusted his cock deep into your throat. "c'mon, c'mon m'close.. just a bit more, baby."

you dug your nails into his thighs, his thick cock in between your swollen lips muffled your whimpers.. he hissed, thrusts harsher and you were screwed your eyes shut. his balls slapped against your chin as a mix of his pre-cum and your drool rolled down it.

"that's it," he sighed, burying your nose in his dark happy trail as spurts of his cum shot into your throat. "that's fuckin it, baby.."

you whined as he thrusted a few more times before finally pulling your head off of his softening dick.

you coughed, some of his cum caught in your throat while some of it rested in your tongue.

"c'mon stand up," he tilted your chin up. "and swallow the rest of that f'me, won't you babe?"

you frowned, licking your lips and gulping down the rest of his thick cum.. it was slightly salty but nothing off putting.

"shun," you stumbled to your feet with a pout, your voice was raspy due to the pounding your throat had taken. "i hate you—"

chishiya leaned in with a smirk before cupping your cheek. he kissed you deeply, not minding tasting himself as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. you moaned and ran your hands diwn the fabric of his black shirt, slipping your tongue in between his lips. he hummed in surprise but only pinned your body against the wall. the old paintings and candles rattling on the bathroom shelves.

you pulled back with a 'pop' and begged, "please fuck me, shun.."

he glanced up at you through hooded eyes, one hand wrapped around his semi-hard cock. "give me your hand," chishiya ordered and you did so, giving him both instead. "get me hard again, baby."

"m'kay, y'better fuck me good though.." you wrapped both of your hands around his cock and he held one of your hands as well.

chishiya guided you hands up and down, not that you didn't know how to give a hand job, he just wanted to feel you do it first hand. he wanted to feel your hand slid up the twitching base and pump it, tease his leaking tip. he wanted to understand how you understood his body so well when you've barely known him.

the sight of your swelled bottom lip trapped in between your teeth as you pumped his cock until it was stiff and oozing pre-cum all over your knuckles and that sinful look in your eyes..

he loved it.

chishiya wasn't a horny fuck like most people in this new world. he could go weeks without even touching himself 'cause there were more important things to worry about (like figuring out what the hell was going on), but that look, that fucking lustful stare when you figure out how to beat a game— when you first stood next to him on that balcony as chaos ran rampant all around that apartment complex.

you were fucked up..

"damn," he kissed your forehead and you let go of his cock, licking your hands free of his pre-cum. "bend over the sink, i want you to see what faces you make when i fuck you.."

..and he loved it.

you giggled and pushed past him, stepping over your disgarded highwaisted tights. you gripped the edge of the sink, looking at yourself in the cracked mirror. your hard nipples peaked through the fabric of your tanktop and to be honest, you already looked like he had fucked you stupid.

you arched your back and stuck out your ass, chewing on your bottom lip once more as you heard the packet for a condom tear open. you stared down into the sink, water dripped from the broken socket.

chishiya pulled your damp panties to the side, rubbing his thumb teasingly over your drenched slit.

"hurry up, shun—"

you gasped, body jolting forward as chishiya sunk his fat tip into your weeping hole. you gripped the sink tighter, trying to supress your moans so that the others wouldn't hear what was happening from the outside. "shit," chishiya let go of your hip and rubbed your clit while he tried to fit the rest of himself inside.. "i knew i should've fingered you but 'no,' you said 'just skip the foreplay, shun!' now look.. can't fit my cock in your cunt.."

you wriggled your ass against him and whimpered, "I've just been so pent up.. just needed your fuckin' dick, shun, right now.. m'sorry.."

"don't apologize," he groaned as his girthy cock sunk deeper inside of you, splitting you open. "just thank me.."

your knees buckled when chishiya's cock finally rested in your gummy walls.. a long grunt left his lips once he bottomed out, your pussy drooling around his length. the hand that he used to guide his dick in found its way to your throat and he forced you to look at yourself in the mirror.

"number one," he squeezed your throat and you gasped, his cock sliding out and pushing right back into your cunt with much more ease. "you should thank me for saving your ass in games.." he chuckled as you choked on moans with each harsh thrust, your entire body moving foward (the edge of the sink and chishiya's stopped you from going too far)— allowing you to catch a closer look at yourself.

"th.. thank you," you mumbled, soft whimpers escaping your throat. "shun.."

chishiya kissed you jaw, the clap of your ass echoing from wall to wall of the bathroom as his thrusts sped up. his cock drilled into you with no consideration while he pinched and flicked your clit.. and your sensitive nipples rubbed against your tanktop with every bounce of your tits.

"mm shit.. number two," he continued, smiling at your fucked-out expression— eyes foggy, mouth stuck in a permanant 'o' whether your moans came out broken, loud, or slient, and droplets of tears clung to your lashes. "you should thank me for fucking you like i do.. this is a lot of work y'know.." he hummed, those last words more of a groan.

you could feel his heavy breathing tickle your ear and you whined as the tip of his cock plunged deep into that spongey spot in your pussy.

"thank you," you slurred, his grip on your throat now had you gasping. "thank— thank you s'much, shun! you fuck me s'good.."

strands of his blonde hair stuck to his forehead as sweat dripped from the tip of his nose. chishiya groaned, noticing you squeeze your eyes shut and scruch your nose. moans and gasps leaving your lips while you cried.

ah.. you were about to cum.

as cute as you were when making that face, he wanted you to watch yourself cum more than anything.

"eyes open," chishiya murmured, grip loosening to allow you to breathe. "look at yourself, baby.."

you reluctantly opened your eyes.

was the world was ending? yes.

so to get fucked should be on the bottom of your list of priorities, and it was, well until chishiya slid his dick in your pussy and made you look like that for the first time— the definiton of a slut. you didn't understand how he expected and managed to keep your relationship a secret when after every time you both were intimate it ended with you looking a mess.

"shuuunn! m'gonna cum.. let me cum please!" you whined, gasping as he quickly cut off your air intake with just a squeeze.

"number three," his voice was breathy and his thrusts had become sloppy. you both were close. the mirror had fogged up from his pants while you clawed at his hand, a smile curling from your lips. all you coud focus on was breathing and trying to reach your high. "thank me," he grunted as you began to roll you ass back against him. "for leavin' this pussy satisfied.. every," he thrusted deep. "single," he pulled his hips back. "time.."

chishiya buried himself deep inside of you while your entire body shook as your orgasm flooded through your veins. finally, he let you breathe, both of his hands now gripping your hips, as he continued to fuck into you messily.

chishiya hated messes.

but you creaming around his cock didn't count..

at least not in this moment, if this wasn't a quickie, he probably would have punished you for it.

"s'too much, shun," you moaned softly with a sniffle. "m'too sensitive.. can't— can't do it.."

"yes you can, c'mon m'almost there," chishiya hummed against your neck. "make me cum, yeah? only you can, baby.."

you shuddered as chishiya's thrusts came to halt, and he dug his fingers deep into your ass cheeks. then you felt it, the condom filling up with his warm release while he began to fuck you once again but slowly and far more gentle.

"congrats.. you did it," he rested his chin on your slumped shoulder and nibbled on your ear. ".. you look so pretty when you cum, don't you agree?" chishiya taunted you and he pulled out with a groan.

"fuck you.."

"ya just did," chishiya sighed while he watched your panties fell back in place, now covering your fucked-out cunt. "can you walk straight?"

chishiya tied the used condom off and tossed it in the trashcan next to the toilet, stuffing his cock back in the confinments of his boxers. he pulled up his sweats before laying your tights over the edge of the seat.

"your dicks' not that big.." you grumbled.

"answer the question."

"just barely," you replied and chishiya scratched the back of his neck with a frown before he gently kissed your forehead. ".. and that's not going to fix it, y'know."

"i'm aware, but in my defense, i only went that hard because your visa's still good for a while," he explained. "complain all you want but i know you enjoyed it."

"unfortunately for my arguement, as per usual, shun.. you fucked me good.. so,"

you spun strands of his blond hair around your index finger and smiled at him in the mirror.

with that sinful look that drove him insane.

"..thank you."

~♤♡◇♧~

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[d10nyx]

can't speak

ft. leon kennedy x fem!reader

cw: 18+ content, age gap relationship, oral(m!receiving), headlock with thighs???, dacryphilia, leon is a little mean for, like, a second, daddy kink

a/n: sooo, this one is quite short. it's honestly just pure smut, but hope you like it :))

word count: 1.1k words

Leon's jaw clenches when you worm your way into his office for the hundredth time that day. It's like you've made it your personal goal to test his limits. Sometimes, he thinks it's his own fault. Dating a girl half his age was always going to come with its challenges…

He just hadn't expected you to be such a brat.

“Leon.” You whine, tapping his shoulder as you stand behind his desk chair, leaning over him and dropping your chin on his shoulder, jutting your bottom lip out to try and get his attention. “I'm bored… you've been in here all day.”

“As I told you the last ten times you've come in here, I have to get this report out today.” He says simply, not even turning to look at you. He'd been sweet the first couple of times you came looking for him, and it just made you even more of a pain, thinking you could get away with whatever you wanted. He wasn't making that mistake again.

You whine again, and his expression softens. He can't help it, he loves you so much. You might be annoying, but you were his girl. He wouldn't change that for the world.

“Be a good girl for me and let me finish up, yeah? Then I'm all yours.” He says after a moment, tilting his head to kiss your cheek before turning back to his computer.

Of course, that isn't good enough. It's never good enough. You always made sure you got your way, and it's clear you weren't going to let up until Leon gave you some attention. He's trying his hardest to keep his cool, but you keep prodding at his side, whining like a damn dog and begging for him to blow off his work.

You won't shut up. He can't take it anymore. Before you can even react, he's pushing his chair away from the desk and pressing down on your shoulders, forcing you to your knees.

“Jesus Christ.” He murmurs, one hand fisting your hair roughly, the other fumbling with the button on his jeans, a crease forming between his brows due to his frustration.

“Don't you think I have enough to deal with without you acting like this? Huh?” He asks, irritation creeping in his tone. “Spend every fuckin’ second of my free time with you, and it's still not enough?”

“Daddy, I’m sorry.” You say gently, big puppy dog eyes peering up at him, your lashes fluttering so prettily. Almost manages to get him to go easy on you, but it's too late for that now.

“No. You're not, are you?” He grunts, finally managing to free his aching cock, forcing you down onto it, not missing the way your eyes light up as you suck eagerly on it, making him groan.

“Always fuckin’ whining when you don't have a dick in you. Such a slut.” He says through gritted teeth, using his hand in your hair to guide you, making you take him deeper into your mouth. “And I'm always too fuckin’ sweet on you, let you get whatever you want. It doesn't work like that, princess.”

His eyes are half lidded as he looks down at you, moaning softly as his hips neck up, forcing him further into your mouth, tip breaching your throat. Your eyes are already watering, making the corner of his mouth twitch up into a lazy smile.

“Mmh… there's a good girl.” He coos, making you bob your head up and down on his length a few times before pushing you down as far as your throat can handle, grin stretching across his face. He crosses his legs behind your head, trapping you there with his cock down your throat.

“Shame you had to be so bratty. I hate being so rough with you, baby.” He hums, watching you closely. His cock throats in your mouth as he watches you choke and splutter around it. Your eyes are wide with panic, the breaths you're sucking in through your nose not filling your lungs up. Can't suck them all the way in with his fat cock blocking your airwaves.

His legs tighten around you head, just so he can watch the way you claw desperately at his thighs, scratching at the jeans he never bothered to fully take off. He loves seeing the way tears drip down your cheeks, wet trails staining your pretty face.

“You look so cute when you cry, princess.” He says sweetly, his hand brushing through your hair gently as if he isn't forcing you to choke on his length. Your panties are already soaked, sticky with your arousal as Leon starts to thrust shallowly.

After a moment, he's loosening his legs, spreading them again and pulling you off of him. Tilts his head as you choke and splutter, drool dripping down your chin and throat, your face a complete mess.

He lets you catch your breath before he's thrusting into your mouth a few more times until he feels the tension build in his stomach. He cums all over your pretty tongue without warning, pulling out for the final few spurts to coat your face. You swallow eagerly, moaning quietly at the taste.

“You think my other girl is cryin’ for me, too?” He asks with a grin, thumb rubbing the tears off your face before his gaze lowers, dragging along your thighs as you kneel between his legs.

You nod slowly, looking up at him through wet lashes that have clumped together slightly, your lips swollen and slick with spit and cum. “Yeah, daddy. Been needing you all day.”

“Shame I can't help you with that, sweetie. I told you, I have to get my report done today.” He clicks his tongue, shaking his head as he puts on a fake sympathetic look. He pats your head once, turning away from you and facing his work again, tucking his cock into his pants as he tries to bite back a smile.

He doesn't even spare you a glance, just shifts slightly in his seat, squinting as he reads the document on his computer, trying to remember where he left off, leaving you wet and needy, kneeling at the side of his chair.

After a few minutes, he speaks up, clearly pleased you're no longer disrupting his work. “If you keep that up, I'll make sure it's worth it when I've finished up here. Just be a good girl for me, alright, sweetheart?”

He ends up leaving his report half finished when you look up at him with those damn puppy dog eyes again, fucking you into the mattress until you're finally satisfied.

After all, he's always been weak when it comes to you.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x you #leon s kennedy smut #leon kennedy smut

[butterfluffy]

“love me!”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· how would these supernovas react when you don't say “i love you too” to them?

⠀⠀➧ smol angst, not really tho | m. d. luffy, r. zoro, t. law, e. kid, killer, b. hawkins, (diez) x drake, j. bonney (separate) x gn!reader | multi-character headcanons + scenario

⠀⠀➧ warnings — none. tiny angst if u squint...! mistakes may be present too.. so do ignore them, thanks!

⠀⠀➧ requests are closed until further notice!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: PLS DON'T PLAY AROUND AND NOT SAY ILYT TO THESE BABIES. 😭

MONKEY D. LUFFY

Stares you down as the once big smile on his face fades away by each second that passed without you saying those three words back to him.

Like, 😁 → 😀 → 🙂 → 😐 → ☹️

He tries to be patient, waiting for you to say it back—but you didn't.

Luffy then looks at you in disbelief, frowning like a child, grumbling about how you won't say “I love you too.”

“Hey y/n! i love youuu...!” Luffy exclaims, pulling you into a quick embrace then looking at you with bright eyes, waiting for your response.

“Mhm-mhm. Thanks Luffy.” You hummed, ruffling the boy's hair as he chuckled, eyes still on you, head tilted to the side, the big smile on his face slowly fading away.

“..So? Y/n, what else you gonna say?” He muttered, scratching the back of his head as you shrugged, walking away from him with a cheeky grin.

“Hey, wait! You're supposed to say “I love you too”! Right, Usopp!? They're supposed to say that!!” He grumbled to his friend who sweat-dropped, just nodding his head as Luffy caught up to you, getting you to spill an ilyt for him.

RORONOA ZORO

Zoro is shy with saying “I love you,” so he'd be looking away from you if he does

...He will then do a slow head turn when he fails to hear your i-love-you-too—

Followed by a “ha!?” expression on his face, irritated that you didn't return the I love you.

Just say ilyt ffs. 😠💔 - R. Zoro

“..Mhm, I love you.” Zoro mutters, caressing your back, faced away from you as he spoke, obviously shying from saying those three words.

“Thanks.” You hummed as Zoro jolted, doing a slow head turn to see you with a smile on your face that contrasted his irritated “ha!?” look.

“The hell you mean “Thanks.”...!?” The moss head growls, mimicking the way you said your words, causing you to chuckle at his attempt and expression.

“..Nothin', hehe...!” “Don't “hehe...!” me and just say “I love you too,” for fuck's sake..”

TRAFALGAR LAW

Law rarely says his I love you's or I love you too's, so not returning them is... 😦

Honey, just don't. Please do not try to not say ilyt/ily.

Traffy will either be gloomy the whole day or will pretend that you simply don't exist, out of annoyance from your dumb little act.

That's right. His petty ass will be ignoring you unless you apologize and shower him with love.

“Law, don't you love me anymoreee? You never say “I love you” to me at all, it's making me sad, like, reaaallyyy sad..!” You muttered, a pout on your face, that got Law playfully rolling his eyes.

“Tsk.. I love you. There. I said it, so stop complaining and saying that I never say I love you.” Law says under his breath, then kissing your forehead, causing heat to creep up your cheeks, same as a sneaky idea..

“Okay.” You snickered, stifling a laugh when Law reacted to your reply by having his mouth fall agape, frowning, then pulling his hat down, hiding his face.

“Alright.” Returning the cold reply, Law then left you, ignoring you for the rest of the day until you apologized and gave him a kiss as a sorry..

EUSTASS KID

Oh nooooooo, darling, nooo......

This tulip man will go from 😀 then 😡😡😡😡 within seconds.

Prepare for a small fight, yeah. Cuz he'll be rambling again and again until you finally say ilyt.

Won't be satisfied by just that though, so you'll need to woo this forking man-child with explosive anger issues. Good luck.

“Damn, I fuckin' love ya, darling.” Kid admits after kissing you with his red painted lips that is curved up into a big, smug grin that you badly want to wipe away, so..

“Sure.” You dryly replied, leaving Kid's side after, knowing that he'll be exploding soon. I mean, you tried to leave.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?? YOU DON'T SAY “SURE” AFTER I JUST SAID I LOVE YOU, YOU SHIT HEAD!!! YOU SAY I LOVE YOU TOO!!” Kid growls, holding you off from getting away from him.

“Alright, alright, I'm sorry! I love you too, okayyy!? Now don't be such an angry tulip, damn it!” You shout, holding Kid's cheeks then kissing his nose to cool him off, which worked. Luckily.

KILLER

Silent treatment go brrttttt... 🙂🙂🙂🙂

Kil will just be there, not saying a single word at you, but he still does acts of service here and there.

Gives you space, thinking that you're mad with him or something. Not wanting to fight with you, unlike a certain someone..

A little petty though. He won't say I love you again, unless you initiate it first.

“Love you.” Killer hums as he held your hand, caressing it, then kissing it despite having his mask on. Still showing you his acts of love.

“Yeah.” You muttered, causing Killer to pause, letting go of your hand. A sigh escaping his mouth before he left without a word for a few hours, then returning to you with a snack.

“Ah, Kil. Thank you.” You said with a smile, only receiving a nod from Killer who remained silent. “By the way, Kil...”

“Love you.” You whisper, kissing him, causing the blond male to finally speak up, a smile on his face, hiding under his mask. “Mhm, love you too..”

BASIL HAWKINS

Blankly stares at you with his eyes squinted before sighing, letting you be.

Hawkins doesn't let that act of yours effect his life, in short, he.. Doesn't care. Kinda... 😗😗

Goes a little distant with you bcs of that, but Hawkins is still watching you from a far, analyzing what's the matter with u.

Then consults his cards, shaking his head by the answer it gave, cracking a smile on his stoic face by your antics.

“..I love you, Y/n.” Hawkins, your lover, whispers. Pecking your lips after he spoke, while you let out a small hum in response, just smiling at him...

Staring you down in silence with his red eyes squinted at you, Hawkins then shrugged, walking off and continuing his work. Trying to ignore the fact that you didn't say ilyt.

He tried. He really did. But his curiosity got the best of him, so he ended up consulting his cards, revealing the truth—

“Y/n, the cards told me what you're up to. Quite silly, I admit.” The blond man says, a rare expression displayed on his face; a smile, and a chuckle leaving his lips..

(DIEZ) X DRAKE

Shocked. Very, very shocked, and heart broken by not hearing your sweet reply of I love you too.

And then he panics, thinking of what he did to upset you so much that you didn't say ilyt to him.

Dino man then does various romantic acts to woo you.

Pls gib my ilyt. 🥹💔 - Heart broken dino man

“Hon, I'm off to work now. Love you.” Bidding his good-bye, Drake gave you a sweet kiss and an ily before he left, waiting for you to say it back—

“Mhm, okay. Take care.” You hum, giving him a hug instead of what he's waiting for. Taken back, Drake stood by the door, looking at you with a small pout.

“..Never mind. I'll call work and tell them that I'll leave next week instead.” He sighs out, dropping his things to the floor, closing the door and returning inside, to you.

“Oh, why? Not that I'm complaining though..” You mutter as your husband looks at you, scratching his nape. “Because, uhm, well my dearest won't say I love you too. So I won't leave until you do..”

JEWELRY BONNEY

Uhm, hellooooo?? Excuse me, where the hell is my ilyt at???? - Ms. Glutton

Confusion to the max.

Repeats her ily again and again until you finally give your reply that she awaits.

Will literally turn into a child if you still don't though, or tackles you to the groud and squish ur cheeks, demanding an ilyt.

“I love yoooouuuuuu!” Bonney brightly exclaims, pouncing on you to give you a tight embrace, peppering your face with her sweet, sweet kisses.

“Aww, how sweet, Bonney.” You chuckle, kissing her cheek, while the girl blinks twice at you.

“Uhm, what? I said, I love you.” Bonney says with a pout, repeating what she had previously said, as you gave the same reply again and again each time she repeats her I love you.

“God damnit! That's not the reply I want to hear! It's ‘I love you too, my dearest, Bonney’!” She shouts, tackling you to the floor and then pinching your cheeks, not letting you go until you said the magic words that will leave her heart fluttering.

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[stevebabey]

a piece that alas, will never get finished 😔 the bath fic that was once discussed, half written, and left to rot in my tumblr drafts. i hope u can read the seeds i was planting and see the vision i had even if i never could write it <3

Hot water is, indisputably, a luxury in the Munson household.

Far as Eddie knows, the same goes for the whole damn world.

Hot water is something sacred. Something to be used scarcely, lest you drain the tank and have only cold water to wash your plates and yourself in for the rest of the week.

It's not the worst, but, well, then again Eddie can think of few things worst than needing a shower during the colder winter months when the water splutters out lukewarm and the cold trickles in right when he's in the middle of washing his hair. It sucks. Always sends him to bed with the shivers.

Hell, sometimes he'd even do the mile at school just for a chance to get in the showers first — dashing in for the free hot water that only lasted a good couple minutes.

It was worth it though, Eddie thought.

Both the exercise and the sneers, in exchange for getting to be truly warm for the first time since he'd gotten out of bed that day. Warm showers will do that to you though.

Eddie's heard stories of places, of faraway like Hawaii or somewhere, where it gets so warm that when it rains, the water sometimes rains down already warm. Like a great big shower for the whole place.

He reckons if that ever happened here in the middle of nowhere Indiana, he'd be out dancing in the streets in the warm rain. Soaking it all in. Taking not a single drop for granted.

Steve's house, as Eddie has discovered, has more than one shower — because it's got multiple bathrooms.

In the time he's been hunkered down there, his sides patched up roughly and healing at what feels like a snails pace, Eddie has taken to exploring the empty halls of the Harrington House.

It's... enormous. Gargantuan. Fucking massive.

There's rooms with doors that never open. Rooms that Eddie's never even seen Steve go near. Endless doors and cupboards and an upstairs and downstairs, and far too many garages for one just couple and their son.

Eddie explores them all.

It stems from his boredom, of course, because patient isn’t one of the words used to describe Eddie Munson but restless certainly is.

He wanders aimlessly, under the guise that he needs to keep using the muscles in his legs while he heals up but truthfully, he loves a good snoop.

Soon enough, the driving force of his wandering transforms from boredom to… curiosity.

Steve Harrington has always been an enigma to Eddie.

Upholder of conventional standards and the heterosexual gaze turned, well, loser, in the manner of a couple months- it was jarring to say the least.

Especially to the likes of people like Eddie, for whom he had represented everything wrong with small town Hawkins. Rich meathead jocks who pay their way through school.

Eddie always figured he’d had a fucking mansion of a house but this place… it’s unsettling, seeing so much space, so unlived in.

It’s even more unnerving how Steve just… doesn’t take up space.

Even in his own home. Steve’s bedroom doesn’t sprawl out, it’s not packed with possessions and hobbies like Eddie knows his own is. His wallpaper matches his sheets, picked out by someone who clearly doesn’t know Steve.

Everything is tidy because Steve seems to have this neatness ingrained deep within him. He putters around, on auto pilot sometimes, to keep the space clean for parents who don’t seem to come home.

When Steve's out at work and it's just Eddie, wandering aimlessly to keep the strength in his legs, the loneliness of the place yawns down the halls. Consuming. Suffocating.

He’s found himself eagerly awaiting Steve's arrival home from work, if only to hear someone else's voice other than his own.

Today, Eddie's searching has lead him here— into the master bedroom’s ensuite and they have a goddamn fuckin’ bathtub.

It’s a proper fancy type one with clawed bronze feet and a wide lip, made of sparkling clean marble. The type he might describe for that is a King in a campaign, just to be on the nose about how wealthy and greedy this character was.

He’s so transfixed on it that he doesn’t even hear Steve jimmying his keys into the lock, coming home.

It isn’t until— “Eddie?”

Eddie jumps, startled, as Steve’s hand touches on his shoulder lightly. His goal to not scare the other boy doesn’t go as intended, considering how much Eddie flinches but the moment he turns his head, his face is relaxing.

“Fuck, dude,” He breathes a sigh of relief, lips quirking into a smile. “Didn’t hear you come up.”

Steve shrugs a bit and scratches behind his ear, a bit awkwardly. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

Eddie nods, but his gaze has already shifted back to the tub before them. Steve follows his gaze easily, an easy chuckle passing his lips.

“I see you found the bath.”

“Yeah…” Eddie says, sounding a bit breathless, his voice distant. Steve glances over, trying to understand the strange emotion toying on Eddie’s features. It’s just a bath. Steve hasn’t even been allowed to use it before, sure, but he likes his own shower just fine.

“It was such a bitch to get it in when they first got it,” Steve explains, folding his arms across his chest as he recalls the memory.

He points his finger behind him to the doorway without moving his arm. “Knocked down a whole wall ‘cos they couldn’t get it to through the doorway. To be honest, I’ve always thought it was kind of ugly.”

He’s waiting for Eddie to say something. For the joke, for the sneering comment on his parent’s fortune, for any lippy spiel that usually gets under Steve’s skin in the best way. The longer Eddie stays quiet, the more it begins to worry Steve.

It’s as though Eddie hasn’t even heard him.

Steve clears his throat and tries again, his tone light and delivered with a chuckle. “Man, you’d think you’ve never seen a bath before.”

Eddie’s head snaps toward Steve. He finally breaks his trance, regrettably just to snap at Steve. “I have, thank you very much.”

Steve feels a bit of embarrassment bloom over his cheeks, wanting to backtrack on his poor joke instantly but before he can open his mouth Eddie is already softening, hackles falling. His eyes are back on the bath.

“Just… haven’t even taken one.” He admits softly.

Steve doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know what’s going through Eddie’s mind — can’t come close to understanding what forlorn nostalgia is tugging at Eddie’s gut.

“Not really, I don’t think.” He continues. He pauses to think, head tilting back just a bit. “When I was really little, maybe. Little enough to fit in the sink or— or something.”

Eddie seems to realise he’s letting whatever thoughts he’s having drift out of his mouth and promptly snaps his jaw shut, teeth clacking as he does. He doesn’t look at Steve, doesn’t want to see the pity or the sympathy or the—

“Anyways,” Eddie huffs a breath, turning to leave his newfound discovery on the exploration of the Harrington House.

When—

“Do you want to?” Steve asks suddenly. His voice is sincere. “Take one?”

Eddie blinks. Wonders if it’s a joke, that it’s being offered out just so it can snatched away and Steve can laugh at how desperate Eddie is to actually be given this. He has to hastily remind himself that Steve wouldn’t do that to him.

There’s no containing the excitement rushing in his voice when Eddie spits out, “Can I?”

Steve chuckles, an easy smile at the other’s eagerness.

It’s easy to overrun the instinct that’s ingrained deep, not to cross the little rules his parents have scattered through the house — easy because he’s doing it more and more with Eddie here.

They’d eaten off his mom’s expensive and untouched china on the first night Eddie had managed to get up and about to eat downstairs, instead of tucked in bed.

He’d been so keen to help, proclaiming that he’d set the table for the both of them— too excited to be up and moving to remember that he and Steve weren’t usually as buddy-buddy as they were acting.

Steve had soaked in it greedily. Warm brown eyes, saccharine smile, he’s found that Eddie sort of glows when he’s happy. And that giving him good food is one of the ways to stir up that happiness.

But even then, Steve had paused seeing the plates in Eddie’s hands, an instant stone in his throat because he isn’t allowed to use those ones.

Sputtering through a sentence, Steve swallowed the stone and skipped over the rule he’d never broken before. It was worth it for the smile on Eddie’s face.

Just like it’s worth it now. Seeing the awed smile on his face, already a little jittery at the thought of a bath… Steve’s embarrassed to find he can’t really say no to him.

He keeps that to himself though, because if Eddie knew that he’d be batting his eyelashes and making every demand known to Earth. But then again, that didn’t sound so bad either.

Christ, Steve thinks to himself. He’s so screwed.

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[agirlcandream84]

More Boyfriend!Frank Headcanons

Am I mentally ill at this point? All signs point to yes. Anyway, here's more Frank headcanons.

He's always a gentleman and assisting with the stuff that requires muscles BUT he does secretly like to watch you struggle with a jar of pickles or whatever from time to time. Huffing and puffing, those adorable grunts you make, watching how long you'd go without asking for help before finally strutting over to you with a smirk and taking the jar, popping it open with ease and kissing your forehead with "there ya go babydoll"

You love to be barefoot around the house and he is CONVINCED you'll catch your death, putting slippers on your feet or saying "at least put some socks on doll, you're killin' me" and he'd get especially mad when a random glass would break and you'd standing barefoot amongst the shards. Quite literally lifting you by the armpits to place you somewhere safe.

He simultaneously thinks your independence is hot AND would prefer to never let you out of his sight. So when you grab drinks with the girls, he'd lie when he dropped you off and let you think he was headed back home but really he was just waiting in the car for hours outside the bar, ready to get you home safe when the night wrapped up.

There is nothing fragile about his masculinity so when you realize you're out of mascara at 11pm, he's at the drugstore and facetiming you, showing you the wall of mascras and reading the names all confused "Super Telescopic Carbon Black? Shit, is this a mascara or a telescope sweetheart," he'd tease you before spending another 15 mins finding the exact one you wanted and then buying 3 so you have backups.

He is generally a man of few words, EXCEPT for two places: the bedroom (more on that in a minute) and when he knew you'd reached your social limit at a party or event. Just as you were feeling tapped out you'd feel a warm hand land on your back as he'd step into the conversation, taking the lead and making polite conversation so you could just stand quietly for a bit

The bedroom (and let's be real, all the other places you have sex)- this man is a talker. It's just unending streams of praise, half of them pitying in response to your incoherent whimpers. So much "takin' me so well sweetheart" or "such a good girl for me doll" or "I know baby, I'm going slow. S'alright" or "It's ok sweetheart, make all the noise you need."

He looooovveeesss to see you ride him but his chest and torso are so damn broad that straddling him and getting a rhythm feels impossible. He watches you struggle a bit, your tits mesmerizing him, before he grabs your hips, rocking you baacccck and fooorrttth, his hands occasionally wrapping around to cup and squeeze your ass cheeks.

While he certainly enjoys receiving head, he much MUCH prefers giving it. He loves the sense of total control he has over your pleasure, the way your hands tug at his hair, the way your thighs graze his face, the way "frankie" tumbles from your lips as your whole body trembles.

He fucking loves how soft you are. Soft skin, soft hair, soft squishy thighs. He's constantly kneading you, mumbling "so fuckin' soft" in your ear.

K byyyeeeeee

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[fyeahnix]

Sevika has her own office on the second floor of The Last Drop, right next to Silco's. She doesn't use it much, but when she does.....

cw: femme!reader, semi-public sex, rough fucking, very mild praise kink

Underground hip-hop thumped the floorboards of The Last Drop. An electric performance, some up-and-coming rapper who'd made a name for herself the last year spitting in battle rap circles. No matter how much muffled hollering and cheering you heard, you couldn't bring yourself to care in the slightest. She wasn't awful. In fact, she was quite talented, and a part of you hated missing out on the show.

But it was difficult to care when you were bent over Sevika's office desk, underwear pooling at your ankles.

Sevika always switched up her pace depending on her mood. Tonight was glacial and rough. With every snap of her hips into your ass, you waited with bated breath for the next to rip a moan from your throat. There was no steady pace, no matching beats with the music downstairs. She kept you guessing. And agitated. And fucking delirious.

"Goin' back on our deal already?" Sevika called out.

You barely heard her with your face buried into the oaken desk. The spot your cheek rested on had past gotten warm so you moved two inches to the left for a cooler spot.

Smack!

You flinched and clenched your ass. Thankfully not her bronze claws that time or you'd be nursing a few welts back at home. You whined, reached back, and found your wrist caught in Sevika's grip.

"I'm—fucking—talking—to you," she growled between thrusts.

"Mmm... Mm-mm."

"So let me hear you. I want everyone downstairs to know who owns this fuckin' cunt."

You smiled against the desk, bit your lip. You always loved Sevika's possessive streak. Always had to throw her damn weight around. Always needed you to know who was in charge.

You pushed your ass back and wiggled. The back of your thighs caught her belt buckle and you wondered if the clinking was loud enough to catch Silco's ear.

"Think you're fuckin' funny?"

She clearly didn't appreciate the tease even if you did feel a slight twinge of her own hips at a second twist of yours. She grabbed your other wrist and pinned them together behind you with her claws. Kept them secure.

She tangled her fingers in your hair, pushed your face into the desk for good measure as she thrusted hard. You swore, loud enough for her to praise you.

"Knew you could do it, baby. Now. Louder." She pulled you up by your hair and let go of your arms to grasp your hip. "Or... I stop."

You faced her unlocked door with your shirt open and tits on full display. Anyone—Silco, Ran, Dustin—could attempt to summon her and hear everything. And you knew she didn't care. Liked making a show of fucking you anyway. Hell, Silco's office was next door and you were damn sure he'd heard you at least once before. You prayed to Janna that he left for the night.

Then again... If you did make a scene, any sane person would turn back around and save their questions and concerns for another day. The goons knew better than to bother her when she was "busy." Sevika was just that intimidating.

So you let loose.

The next moan that ripped from you was more emphatic than the previous and Sevika rewarded you with another smack on your ass.

"There we go, sweetheart," she said, and chuckled at the shell of your ear. "Now, say my fuckin' name. Lemme hear you scream it."

A shiver dribbled down your spine at her words. Moaning was one thing, but calling her name? There was a level of raunchiness to that that always made your toes curl. You clenched around the fuchsia silicone toy stuffed in your cunt in preparation.

Her claws rolled up your hips and passed your ribs to settle at home on your left breast. She squeezed, tweaked your nipple. Rolled it in her palm. Made your feet tingle.

She thrusted. This time, different. Another followed, then another and another until your eyes rolled back and shut and the slap of skin on skin drowned out the rowdy crowd below. Her cadence remained slow, but there was a cadence now. Still rough. Still hard. But a melody.

And you sang right along with it. Right along with the show below.

"'Vikaaa..."

You sang.

"Sevikaaa..."

You sang.

"Sevika!!"

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[bricknees]

it seemed a lot of people liked the brother-in-law merle headcanons and a couple of people like the idea of uncle merle, so... let's talk about how you and daryl make merle an uncle :)

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• you get pregnant not long after the group settles in alexandria

• merle keeps his distance from you while you're pregnant

• your hormones are all over the place, you go from laughing to crying at the drop of a dime, and any time he opens his mouth around you, he's always saying the wrong thing

• daryl has to play mediator so that you don't kill him, even though sometimes daryl considers doing it himself

• like when merle mentioned how big you were getting during your second trimester... *sigh*

• you cried

• daryl snapped

• it was... not a good day

• so he stays away for the most part, asking daryl when he wants to know how you're doing. he occasionally brings you some snacks that he must have stolen from the pantry, but you're always too hungry to care about how he got them

• first time merle actually calls you his sister out loud is after you've given birth and he holds his niece for the first time

• "atta girl, baby sister. you did real good."

• he is BEAMIIIINNGGG

• his eyes are just a little wet because the air is dry, that's all...

• he had wanted a nephew so bad, but the second he sees her, his heart grows three times it's size

• he was convinced that dixons could only make boys, but here he is holding a little dixon girl, daryl's babygirl, and she's the most precious thing he's ever seen

• constant jokes about needing a paternity test

• "i'm just saying, that nose is lookin' more like mine than yours, maybe your girl slipped into the wrong bed one night-" "shut the hell up, merle"

• merle always gives you a little wink to show he's just being an ass and not actually accusing you of such a thing

• which daryl knows. it doesn't annoy him any less, though

• never allowed to babysit EVERRRR. if your daughter isn't with aunt carol or aunt maggie, then she's at the grimes house. merle always has choice words about it

• okay, well... he babysits a couple times. and your daughter was returned back each time covered in dirt. one time merle carries her up to the door with wet pant legs pulled up to her knees and bits of leaves still strewn in her hair

• "oh... you had a fun time with uncle merle, huh?" "damn right she did, mamas. taught 'er how to catch frogs. babydoll, tell yer mama what a frog says!" "bib-bit!" "she's learnin'."

• saying the name merle is too complicated for your daughter's limited articulation, so she just calls him 'unca' while she's learning to talk.

• when your daughter DOES start to articulate...

• "son of a bitch!" "bitch!" "ha! that was good! wait- nah, nah, don't say that- aw, shit..." "shit!" "no!"

• he refuses to own up to it

• "merle! why's my daughter cursin' like a fuckin' sailor?" "well, darleena, sounds to me like she's gettin' it from you!"

• he's the favorite uncle (after aaron - your daughter adores aaron)

• rick's lowkey offended by it and tries to subtly bribe your daughter into saying she likes him more

• "uncle dick!"

• ...

• "... are you kiddin' me?" "don't know where she learned that from. must be a good judge'a character."

little bonus that doesn't have to do with uncle merle: it's really up to you, but i like to think that you and daryl would have agreed to name your daughter beth 🥺 you would have suggested the name, knowing that part of daryl never really healed after her death, and he would freeze. forgets how to breathe for a second as the memories wash over him. and then he would blink really fast as he feels his eyes start to water and he'd give you that soft little nod he does when he's trying not to cry. PLEASE- 😭

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[mayfieldss]

Mess it up - Carmen Berzatto

Summary: it's your birthday, and Carmy will be damned if he doesn't make you a cake. But he keeps messing it up. Based on the mess it up music video, maybe...?

Content Warnings: language, fluff.

I'm just going to be posting fics i wrote months ago from my phone until my computer is fixed guys, so I'm sorry to all those waiting on requests. I promise I'll finish them all when I get my computer back!

Carmy hated proving himself wrong, but today was one of the days where it was all he seemed to be doing. He'd woken up early, 5:35 in the morning, to be exact, and made a mad dash to his kitchen as if his life depended on it. It was your birthday, as he could recall, and he couldn't stand to not do something special, but he'd thought it would have been easier than this.

A cake. One simple cake. Everyday ingredients and Carmy's years of experience should have boiled this down to the perfect match, but one simple cake has now become his worst enemy.

"shit" Carmy mutters out to the empty apartment as he cracks an egg horribly into the bowl, eggshell painting the rest of the contents. "Stupid fucking-" he grabs a teaspoon, scraping out each individual piece of the disaster with very little patience. It takes him forever and in the end, he trashes the whole thing, starting from scratch. It's the best choice he could have made, and the second time everything is easier. He's mixing everything together as fast as he can, one eye on the clock as the time ticks by.

He's fully capable of success at this point, and when enough time has passed Carmy is ready to reveal the best cake he's ever made. But of course, the powers that be have found it humorous to test him, and as he pulls the pan from the oven, it all goes downhill. He watches it slip from his hands and feels the burn of the tray. He hears the harsh crash as the cake and the pan plant themselves face down on the half-open oven door, and a part of him dies when it all registers in his mind.

He thinks he can save it at first, and when he goes to lift up the tray he believes that everything will be fine, until the cake crumbles out of it hopelessly, sitting sad and broken before him. "Fuck!"

His hands come to his hair for a moment, and he thinks it over, eyes drifting to the clock once more as though it might have an answer for him. It only tells the time, as per usual, and that's when Carmy decides. He can do it all again if he hurries.

And so he does. He makes another cake, and this time he manages to get it out of the oven and right over to the kitchen bench. the icing is the easiest part of it all, and though Carmy isn't a fan of sprinkles himself he adds them on top, hoping that they might make the whole thing a little more special. And it all seems fine for a while, Carmy leaving the house with cake in hand as stress clouds his mind.

Until he drops it. Again.

"Fuck!" he says it so loud that the neighbours have to hold some kind of concern, and to his own surprise he finds himself moving back towards the front door. He knows he should just give up, but as the time passes he's back in the kitchen again mixing everything together for the third time that morning, as if he isn't pissed out of his mind.

"C'mon," he mumbles as he stares blankly at the oven, watching the cake cook through the door of it as if that will somehow make it bake faster than before.

When it's finally done, iced and sprinkled and probably better than the first one he made, he's out the door again, rushing down the steps and into the street. He can catch a bus if he's lucky, though clearly he's not.

"I need this seat." Carmy is trying to be nice, the man sitting on the seat at the front of the bus he's managed to jump on frowning at him as though he's got something on his face. He does, though Carmy doesn't know it. There's flour all over him, and cake batter splattered lightly on his cheek and believe it or not, he has sprinkles in his hair. "I need to make sure I don't drop this fucking cake, seriously, so I know it sucks but if you give me your seat I'll, um, I'll pay you."

The man in front of Carmy raises a brow in intrigue before standing with a shrug, and Carmy takes his place gratefully, the cake now safely in his lap. The stranger, though, stands before Carmy expectantly, and he realises then that the man wants his payment now.

"Oh, uh—hold on." it's tough, but Carmen manages to swing his backpack up to his side and pull out his wallet. He's damn near broke, and the contents are even sadder than Carmy remembered them as he looks inside, pulling out five dollars for the man who'd so kindly given his seat away. "Here." He holds out the money but the stranger shakes his head.

"Dude," he mutters, and Carmy knows full well he wants more, but he doesn't have much left to give.

"It's all I can give you in cash." The cake slides to the side in his lap, and Carmy just manages to stop the thing from falling, bumping some of the icing with his thumb as he does so. But it's safe and in tact other than that, and Carmy is willing to accept that as a win.

"What about the cake?" The man beside him asks, eyeing up the pink iced treat Carmy is trying so desperately to protect. "Can I have a slice?"

"Fuck no." Carmy's response comes so fast that the words seem to hit the man like a bullet, leaving Carmy's new travel companion with a harsh frown.

"Jeez, screw you, dude." The guy seems mad, and as the bus pulls to its next stop, Carmy thinks he's made a new enemy. He wants to feel bad about it but can't bring himself to as he looks down at the cake on his lap.

He's done it. He's kept the cake safe.

And it's all worth it when he sees you, bright-eyed and beautiful in your blue apron, ready for the day. He's later, very late, but all his cares in the world seem to disappear the moment you look at him.

And of course it can't be that easy. As easy as locking his eyes with yours and finding a peace, a calm between himself, this cake and you.

"Corner!" The shout comes loud as Richie appears out of nowhere, at work earlier than Carmy for once, but the shout isn't enough warning as the mans chest slams against Carmen's shoulder. It's like slow motion after that, as the cake tumbles from his grasp. It hits the floor with a pathetic slap, and Carmy wants to scream. So he does.

"Fuck!"

He's staring down at the cake as Richie mumbles a half-apology.

"I said corner dude, I'm sorry, but we gotta get going couisn." Richie moves off before Carmy can shout any more profanities, and when he raises his gaze, he sees you. Your lips are open in an 'oh' shape, but when his eyes meet your own, the expression turns into a smile. Sweet and gentle, and filled with a genuine compassion that Carmy doesn't often receive.

When you take steps toward him and his fallen cake, pink icing splattered hopelessly on the tile, he sighs. "Happy birthday."

Your smirk turns to a grin, accompanied by a soft laugh. "Thank you, Bear." You shift your gaze to the cake on the floor, head tilted to the side. "It's still salvageable."

Carmy can only shake his head as you say it but watches you crouch down and grasp a handful of the cake that hasn't touched the floor yet. Your fingers press into the icing, and you smile into the bite of it you take.

"Best birthday cake ever." You mumble as you chew, before moving off to continue with your work, and of course, wash your hands.

And after all of it, Carmen feels okay.

It hadn't worked out how he'd planned in any form, but he'd achieved the main goal he supposed. Delivering you a cake on your birthday was a part of it, but really, he'd done it to see you happy. To see you smiling from something he'd done. And somehow, his mess of a cake had done just that. And your smile was the best prize he'd ever won.

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[hyunsvngs]

heyyyy how abt something based on the convo we’re literally having right now on discord about virgin jisung trying to finger you for the first time and accidentally slipping it in your ass instead

oh yeah. i think jisung would be too confident during this situation considering it's his first time fingering a girl. he'd have you spread open on his bed, him in just his boxers and you fully naked - because he insisted on seeing your tits - and you're just laying there, impatiently waiting.

he's blushing, fingertips trailing to inbetween your legs. "are you sure you're-"

"baby, shut up," he insists, fingers swiping through your folds. "let me make you feel good, yeah? i will definitely be a natural."

you giggle, and jisung smiles softly back at you. he's so cute, with messy brown hair, pouty cheeks and that cute little mole on his neck. you're shocked no one's tried to fuck him sooner because you couldn't wait another second before jumping his bones, in all honesty.

his fingers move downwards, down to your pussy hole and then - past it? you gasp when his fingertips trail over your asshole, the puckered rim clenching. his finger glides into your asshole, lubed up from your pussy and honestly, not uncomfortable but just... surprising? you gasp, hips canting upwards, and jisung smirks.

his voice is low and raspy when he speaks, lips pressed against your earlobe. "yeah? that feel good in your pussy?"

"um, j-ji," you stutter when his finger just fucking speeds up, pressing against the walls of your hole that should have honestly not been touched this early. it feels so delicious you're not even sure you want to tell him, but you have to if he's going to learn. "ji, baby, that's my asshole."

instead of halting his movements, he moans, loud and unabashed. "really, baby? you'll let me finger your asshole? god, god, fuck! that's so hot, baby, so hot, i-" he's humping his cock against your leg, thick and hard and leaking through the damn fabric and you're moaning as if he was in the right hole all along.

"jisung, baby, your finger is in my ass right now. you are fingering my ass right now."

you turn to gauge his reaction. he blinks, shocked, and his hips halt against your leg. he stares down at your pussy incriminatingly, and then he's giggling, cheeks burning crimson.

"ah, yeah. that makes sense," he giggles again, shaking his head in disbelief. "sorry, i'll just, uh- i'll- i'll try again. i'll do it properly this time."

when his wrist starts to move, withdrawing the finger from your asshole, you can't help but become frantic. your hand grips his wrist and he tilts his head in question, making that little "oh?" sound he does whenever he's confused.

"you- jisung, you have two hands, do you think you can do both?" you ask, letting your thighs fall apart further. he glues his eyes to your pussy, only able to see your mound and your swollen, aching clit peeking through your folds, but he still looks at it with stars in his eyes as if it's the best damn thing he's ever seen. "it was good. i kinda want more, but i also want something in my pussy, and-"

"jesus, you're so fuckin' hot, baby," jisung whines, shifting down the bed impatiently. he's literally pitching a tent in his pants, chubby length leaking pearlescent drops of precum through the fabric. you watch him position between your legs, pushing his finger back into your asshole and using his thumb to stroke over your clit. the movement makes you keen, hips bucking up, and he lets out an "ah" of realisation. "god, this does make sense now. pussy's so pretty, baby, you've got me so fucking hard. fuck, will you- will you let me fuck your ass, too? after your pussy, obviously, i just-"

"yes, jisung," you wail, nodding. "you can do whatever you want to me, just fucking finger me, please, please!"

two digits from his spare hand sink into your core, long and knobby and pressing right against every spot you need him to. you gasp, head rolling back against the pillow, and he curves his fingers up diligently, pumping the digit in your asshole at a steady pace. your eyes flutter shut and you let out a loud moan, thighs clenching at the pleasure. jisung sighs deeply, and you presume he's happy with your reaction.

"that's so good, honey, just like that! y-you're so good at that, baby, so good," you coo, trying to you're gonna cum. you're gonna cum embarrassingly quick from someone fingering you, and he's never even fucking done it before.

"this pussy's so wet, my baby, oh my god... baby, i can't wait til i'm inside, gonna bust my fuckin' load in you over and over, and i'm gonna- oh, my baby," jisung's babbling, fingers pressing into your g-spot over and over. you can't stop clenching, your own fingers digging into the pillow as you whine and cant your hips into his touch, pussy gushing down to his knuckles. "fuck, will you let me? will you let me fill you up, please? please, god i'll beg, i'll beg!"

"yeah, y-yeah, you can fill me up, so good for me sungie," your voice is gravelly, distressed, and when your eyes finally open, you notice jisung is humping the bed, drool covering his bottom lip. his eyes are almost crosseyed watching where his fingers delve into you. the visual is so filthy, so raw and so jisung that your toes curl with the beginning of your orgasm, hand moving to grab the sheets beneath you.

"i'm cumming, baby, don't stop," you whine, head thrashing on the pillows. jisung moans, nodding eagerly. "i'm- don't stop, baby, such a good boy for me, i'm gonna cum-"

"ah, ah, don't- i'm gonna cum in my pants, don't call me that," jisung wails, his legs thrashing around behind him. his hips speed up though, and so do his fingers, curling against your gspot and fucking your asshole open until you're gushing with a full body shake and a high pitched moan around his fingers. "fuck, fuck! so pretty when you cum. so pretty, pretty baby, i can't fucking handle it, i can't, i-"

you sit up, chest heaving and blotchy pink when his fingers finally slip out of you. jisung is still humping the bed, noises getting louder and more distressed and you card your fingers through his hair. his head tilts upwards, eyes round and unfocused with tears as he whines.

"you looked so good," he says, fingers gripping the sheets. "so good, so good, i'm gonna- can i? please? can i cum?"

oh god, he's even asking you? you coo, thumb swiping over his bottom lip. "of course you can, you were such a good boy. made me cum so hard, yeah? cum for me."

#user: cheesetteok #juno’s asks ♡ #asks: jisung #i'm so fuciking sorry why is this so long

[kamiversee]

even though I have mixed feelings about gojo, I def NEED some type of bonus chapter or oneshot with him being overstimulated and whimpering n stuff. I’ve been deadass fantasizing about that for the past hour (prolly cuz it’s late rn) BUT THAT WOULD CURE ALL MY PROBLEMS

this just made me realize how much help I might need because I don’t think this is normal 😃

(Choso could be an option but I feel like it would fit gojo more 🧎‍♀️)

He'd be so whiny for the reader too considering how down horrendous he is. So, because I'm in heat, here's a lil blurb off the top of my head ^.^

(wc; 0.6k)

Gojo would beg you to touch him and just imagine him on his knees in front of you, all teary-eyed and pouty-- begging you to give him some sort of attention-, any sort of attention so that the aching of his cock can die down. He was recently jerking off to you but that didn't help him much, he needed you physically and he needed you now.

He likely called you to come over and you heard it in his voice how horny he was for you. Telling you things over the phone like, "You don't have to do anything, sweetheart. Jus' stand there 'nd I promise I'll cum quick..."

Of course, his words got you all riled up so you made your way to him as quickly as possible, having him open the door of his apartment for you and snatch you inside in an instant. Gojo dragged you to his room and had to just sit prettily at the edge of his bed, dropping to his knees and whining for you to touch him-- even though he promised you didn't have to do anything.

One thing quickly led to another and Gojo was pussydrunk in a matter of minutes. Repositioned to where you were on top of him, the sensual and tortuous slow rock of your hips had him panting so heavily.

"F-Faster, fuuuck, p-please? Fuck me faster-," Gojo tried to beg as much as he could but he was beginning to moan again as you upped the movement of your hips and he straight up whimpers when your cunt squeezes around him juust right-- his hips suddenly bucking up into you for more.

He would be so pretty all fucked out too; head tossed back, Adam's apple bobbing with each deep groan that leaves his throat in reaction to your walls sucking in his lengthy cock so perfectly. Fluffy white locks of hair would be in such a mess, sweat dripping down his chiseled chest, and wet lips parted with moans leaving him.

Gojo would be enamored by every inch of you but most importantly your pussy and the way it slicked and slid up and down his length.

He'd be fucking into you for such a long time without even realizing it, heavy balls slapping against your skin as the tip of his cock just mushes into that sweet spot inside of you. Then your moans are what would have him all whiney.

It was like he was unintentionally competing to see who would be louder. Gojo would moan your name out like it's the only thing he knew how to say, so lost in the feeling of you that he's coming inside you before he even realizes, filling you up with his cum and his eyes crossing at the feeling of you getting tighter and tighter around him.

"More," You'd say to him, drunk off his cock and blinded by lust and pleasure.

To which he'd happily oblige and flip the two of you over just to fuck his dick down into your cunt at a merciless pace. Gojo would shove his lengthy inches into you as roughly as possible as if to make sure his cum stayed inside you.

Your arms would find solace around his neck and you'd tug him closer, moaning right next to his ear and making his cock throb inside you.

"You feel s'good," Gojo would groan in response, "S-So fuckin' good..." his voice airy and words leaving him in pants, "Wanna' fuck you all night, sweetheart. Can I? P-Please?" He'd beg.

He's so damn cute like this that of course you'd tell him yes, leading to his thrusts growing harsher and his bed creaking at how feral and sloppy his pace becomes.

And just as your pussy squeezes around him tighter than before, Gojo would wake up from his slumber and realize that everything he just experienced was nothing more than a wet dream :3

sorry not sorry for this :P

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[tojigasm]

jake x na’vi reader, dilf jake, heavyyy daddy link (nsfw ofc)

Jake’s been gone a lot and promised reader the entire weekend would be dedicated to them as lately she’s been spending the nights alone because he’s out on days long hunting trips.

Jake misses the entire weekend and comes home to bratty and pouty reader and has to baby her and make it up to her to earn forgiveness.

Love your writing! I have the thought in my head but I know it’ll be 10x better if you write it 😭

Awhhh ty ty!! I hope you enjoy! <3

You're so damn spoiled. And partly, Jake knows he only has himself to blame when he comes home to see you splayed out on your pink blankets, tiny fingers circling your clit.

He debates on letting you finish or punishing you, but settles on the latter when you shiver a moan of his voice.

"Can't even wait a couple days, can you?" Jake comments from his place at the entrance to your room.

At the sound of his voice, you're immediately propping your head up to look at him, dropping your jaw in a silent gasp.

Jake tsk's as he makes his way over to you, "you've been naughty," Jake sneers down at your sheepish grin, "think someone needs to be punished, don't you?"

He knows it's what you want. What you need, after being cooped up in the home for a weekend straight without the pleasure he'd promised you before being so rudely ripped away by another hunting trip.

You tear up slightly, nodding at your head into his hand.

Jake cooes at that, running the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip, "oh, I know," hand sinking downwards to grab at your jaw while his other strokes over your cunt gently, "need daddy to fuck you?" He hooks a finger into your heat, "huh, sweetheart? Need daddy to fuck your little pussy?"

The laced heat of his voice sends heat to your core in bursts as you grow weak in his hold, letting him manhandle you to sit on your hands and knees.

He parts your soft thighs, sinking into you. And the stretch is so delicious that your mind numbs at it, letting your body regress into soft cries and mewls.

"Yeahhh," Jake hisses through clenched canines, "that's it, that's a girl," He's so deep inside of you that you press yourself up onto your toes to gain some sort of leverage only to be abruptly pushed down by Jake's hand, forcing you to rest on your forearms – the warning growl he makes is enough to draw your mind back into submission.

Jake moves to place a foot to the ground, angling his cock deeper into you. The heightened pace of his cock makes a hitched cry crawl up your throat. You reach a hand back to press at his thigh, hoping he'll take mercy on the onslaught of pleasure rushing through your body.

But he only grabs at your wrist, pulling your arm back to rest behind you in his hold. "Gonna make daddy fuck the brat outta you?" He snarls from above you, leaning over your back to wrap his free hand around your jaw and you squeal, "can't fuckin' behave for three whole days."

he drops your jaw, letting your head fall between your shoulder blades but quickly places his hand over your forehead, making sure you didn't hit the ground too hard. It's a soft moment of reassurance that comforts you – reminds you that he's there and you're still his good girl at the end of the day. That he loves you.

And just as soon as the moment happens, it disappears just as fast with a yank to your braid, jostling you to hold your head up some. The ache in your neck shoots through your shoulders and you hiss lightly at Jake's hold on you.

"You done being a brat, hon?" And his voice is sickening in its patronization – soft and sweet yet you can hear the laced hiss within it. "Cus' m'gettin real tired it."

You nod as much as his hold on your braid allows, forcing your head to turn back to him with a broken whine. The sight of him sending a shiver through your thighs: disheveled hair and protruding veins that run up along the thick of his striped forearms.

You're quick to apologize for your behavior.

"M'sorry, m'sorry!" You try to shuffle back into him but he catches you by the hip, slapping his hand against the plush of your ass.

"Don't try that shit again," he points a finger at you.

You nod again, teary-eyed and all as you break and shatter beneath his stern gaze.

"M'sorry I was bad, m'sorry!" You cry into the hot air, "Just missed you is all." Bringing your hand up to wipe at your nose gently, "missed you so much," your voice wavers into a tiny mumble.

Jake looks you over, massaging his hand into the raw skin of your ass. And for a second you think he's going to slap you again, maybe even not let you cum if he thinks you've been bad enough. But your string of scrambled thoughts are cut off by a gentle kiss to your temple and a soft stroke to the base of your tail.

"Missed you –"

"Shhh," Jake cooes, pressing your head to the floor softly, amber eyes meeting your soft ones in soft gaze, "Be a good girl n'take what daddy gives you." He kisses at your shoulder, pulling back to press into you again.

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[atarathegreat]

Draken. Petty. Hair. DO IT.

Suck toes.

Ken Ryuguji x reader

What happens when gang member has a bad week and wakes up in a sour mood...alone?

Each day was as shitty as the last. If it wasn't the little annoyance of Mikey falling asleep after eating or making Kenny carry him around it was another gang trying to get on Toman turf or some brats picking a fight with him. Kenny felt like he couldn't catch a break, and just then was no different.

"Get lost, punk. I'm not in the mood today!" Draken growled, Mikey asleep on his back as he walked. It was just the perfect moment for the first year to get his ass beat. God, if Kenny could just put Mikey on the sidewalk and leave this whole mess to the unconscious boy. Though, he'd never leave his friend to handle his problems, even if Mikey could handle it. "Oh, is the big bad Draken afraid to fight a kid?" The little shit cackled. Cackled!

Kenny carefully put Mikey on the nearby bench, more pissed than he had been that whole week. "Your fuckin' funeral, brat."

He knew he was an amazing fighter, so he wasn't worried about him. Draken was, however, worried about how hard he was going to hit the boy. He went for a decent hit, sending the kid back a little bit and turning to grab Mikey. There was no need to double check the kid, it was obvious that he was out cold. "You owe me, Mikey." Kenny grumbled. Already that day had been filled with more fights than he liked.

And it didn't get any better when they got to the gang meeting. Peh-Yan was in a mood, meaning Pah-Chin was in a mood and they were picking fights with people left and right. As vice commander Draken had to deal with that. Nahoya was getting fired up because of Pah and Peh. As vice commander he had to handle it. Someone started an all out brawl in the middle of the crowd, and when Kenny went to break it up with the captains his head jerked back from a hit to the nose. It pissed him off to the point he had to leave the meeting.

Why were people all over him? Couldn't he catch a damn break? Didn't he earn some peace and quiet? It was stupid and Kenny was tired of being the person everyone ran after. It almost made him wish he'd dropped the gang shit when he was younger, and it wasn't any better when he returned home.

"Where have you been, Ken?" One of the ladies was already standing at the check in desk of the brothel, "It's late, you know?"

"Tch, get off my ass, okay? M'not in the mood." Draken walked past her. She grabbed hold of his shirt collar, tutting as she pulled him back, "C'mon now, young man, don't talk to me like that. I helped raise your ungrateful ass that I'm on."

He'd had enough, snapping at her for the first time, "Then maybe you shouldn't have! Ever think about that? Or are you too busy thinking about yelling at me when I come home?"

They both paused, Kenny staring angrily at her. He wasn't mad at anyone but himself in that moment, and stormed back past her and to the elevator.

It wasn't her fault he was having a bad week, and she was just being worried about where he'd been running off to so late. He sighed, knowing he'd get that later. She had been the one to primarily raise him, cared for him despite not being obligated to. She'd taught him to walk and talk, helped him learn to shave his face without really knowing how to herself. Kenny slammed a palm into his head as he thought about everything she'd done for him, but it didn't matter. He'd already snapped at her and couldn't bring himself to so much as text her.

There was only one place he could go anymore that wasn't going to make him feel guilty or pissed off, unless she'd had a shit day as well. It was worth it to at least see, and if he left quickly even more pissed off, then whatever.

But, heaven and earth, if he didn't feel a little bit of the weight fall from his shoulders when she answered the door. Her startled smile was still brighter than anything he'd faced his whole life, "Ken-Chin? Is everything okay?" All he had to do was shake his head and fall into a hug. She chuckled, her smaller body supporting the weight of the world that rested on Kenny.

"I can't do it, this week has sucked ass and I can't handle this shit." Kenny followed her inside like a lost and beaten dog. She sauntered around the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of something Kenny couldn't see and a wash cloth. "What happened to your nose, Kenny?" Y/n took her place between his legs, reaching out to gently clean the dried blood from his nose and lip.

"Got punched while I was at the meeting. Left early." Kenny mumbled as he leaned into her, his knees squeezing her middle to trap her next to him, "Weeks been shit, m'done doing it."

She sighed and the sound was enough to make Ken wish he hadn't brought his issues to her door, "Wanna talk about it?"

"Nah, just the normal shit being excessive." He wiped his face to get the peroxide off, smiling at Y/n, "Doing better now, I think."

It was her, everyone knew it was her that kept Kenny chilled out on his bad days. To Mikey it was more than obvious that Kenny sought out her presence when things got tough, often bringing her to meetings and glancing at her just to see her smile. She often lightened the mood, along with Emma who was just as giggly.

Kenny had met Y/n on a day that he needed it the most. He was about to get jumped by a ton of punks, and though he could've handled all of them, he was relieved when he didn't have to. She stomped up from behind him, loud and angry and pointing in everyone's faces, "Who do you think you are, ganging up on someone? I'm ashamed that you all go to this school! Go on!" And her spunky little self seemed to not mind that Kenny was clearly a delinquent, even smiled at him and commented on his tattoo.

The same tattoo she was tracing with her fingertip, talking about her day as Draken zoned back in, "And the math class was so hot I had to take my jacket off and-Kenny?" She'd only just noticed the way his hands were shaking, holding tightly to the bottom of her shirt, "M'fine, sweetheart. Keep talking."

"Well, I had to take my jacket off and, of course, my pen had to have busted in my skirt pocket and stained up my shirt. I've still got a black splotch stained onto my side!" She wound her finger around the dragons tail, making Kenny shiver and rest his head on her shoulder, "So a lot of the girls were laughing about that, rude tramps. But, I knew that I could change in the nurses office so it was an easy fix."

Listening to her problems made him feel better. Seeing how silly she acted over a busted pen, somehow made him feel happy he didn't have such trivial angers.

"What about you, Ken-Chin?" She asked, taking out his braid. He shrugged, "The usual. Little brats want to fight, Mikey is lazy, and the gang is wild. It's just a bit much right now."

"Maybe you should get some rest? You know Mom and Dad don't mind you staying here, we can share my bed, too." Y/n parted his hair down the middle, tugging lightly as she played with it, "You'll wake up and feel ten thousand times better!"

And he wouldn't deny it, either. Instead of grumbling, as he wanted to, he got up and stretched. Never did it cease to amaze him how he towered over her, and he saw it every time she had to crane her neck to look at him. And still Kenny trudged down the hall behind Y/n, yawning and ready to just relax. She tossed the blanket out and laid it over the bed, waving for Kenny to get comfortable. He wasn't about to waste his time asking silly questions of "Are you sure?" He knew she was serious and she'd kick his ass if he didn't get sleep.

But he was going to kick her ass when he woke up alone, to laughter in her living room. Kenny stayed silent as he stood in the hallway, watching as she brushed Mikey's hair, talking about how Kenny had showed up that night. Mikey thanked her as she put his hair up, only the top just how he liked it, and she smiled at him.

There was a quick shot that went through his chest, it was bothersome. Why was Mikey being so close to her? Why was she just smiling at him and laughing as though Kenny, as far as she knew, wasn't still laying in her bed. He could see his hair tie on her wrist and walked up behind them, "Move, Mikey." He didn't hesitate to pick up his best friend and toss him to the other seat, sitting on the floor in front of Y/n. She giggled, resting her legs over his shoulders and moving to softly brush his hair. There were a few knots, but not too many, and she was careful to not tug on them.

"A braid, as usual?" She leaned over and tapped his chest with the brush. He nodded, "Would ya'?"

Kenny didn't mind the slight tugging that pulled his head backward, he was just thankful that her attention was on him and not someone else.

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[angelzai]

plastic jesus

i don't care if it rains or freezes long as i got my plastic jesus sittin on the dashboard of my car!

wc: 1.5k

cw: gn! reader, dark era, alcohol, smoking, canon-typical violence, dazai-typical suicide mentions/attempts, language, fluff, crack?

reid: kind of chuuya's pov? he is so done with you both. bless his soul. you may also find this on my ao3 linked in my pinned. enjoy :)

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The only other one to have been plucked up out of the dirt by the demon prodigy himself was that brat, Nakahara.

Okay, he wasn't that bad. He was a brat, yes, but you and Dazai certainly played your part in influencing him, and it wasn't like he'd ever take your place. Reason number one on a long list: the kid couldn't hold his liquor.

Teikyuu, some PM-adjacent bar, was your agreed-upon (by you and Dazai; Nakahara tagged along with only half of his own consent) haunt for the night. The interior was dark and decently crowded, dingy but cozy enough to be homely through the air of bar-typical disgust; a speaker pumped out bass from somewhere or another - it was reliable, wandering eyes minimal. When Dazai insisted on a fourth round of shots of American tequila, Nakahara laid his fiery head on the bar, groaning.

"What's wrong, Chibi-chan? Chibi-chan can't hang!" Dazai took every opportunity he could to taunt him. He reached across your lap to shove Nakahara's head upward, outward. "C'mon, Chibikko. You're a fuckin' bummer." Three more shot glasses, packets of salt, and lime slices were dealt in front of you.

Chuuya swatted him away, catching you in the crossfire. "Fuck off, dude, 'have s' much shit to do tomorrow." But shit to do would have to be done violently hungover, judging from the ginger's current state. You wedged yourself between the two before they could embarrass themselves.

"Chu-chan, you're whining," you chuckled, and his face grew as red as his hair.

"Am not! 'M not fucking whining," he insisted, but it sounded even whinier than before.

"Then do this shot with me." You nudged the little clear glass toward him while Osamu took up his own. Chuuya grumbled out a fine. There was one problem: Chuuya couldn't shoot his alcohol no matter how hard he tried, especially when he was already drunk. He didn't understand what the hell it was you two saw (or rather, tasted) in the rancid liquid that made you so eager to down it so cleanly. Regularly, his shots dribbled from the corners of his mouth onto his shirt, or he'd only get halfway through it, and he'd receive a firm reprimanding from one or both of you about wasting the precious substance. He preferred wine, or if he was in rare form cherry schnapps, but no one goes to the bar to drink wine! The two of you would never let him hear the end of it, so he drank the god damn tequila.

The three of you toasted to "your mom," having dedicated your previous three toasts to "this dick" (Osamu), "being enemies of the state" (you), and "how fucking much the two of you make me want to choke on my own vomit and die" (Chuuya). By the time you had downed yours, face clean and unmoved, Chuuya was still looking at his shot contemplatively.

"If you don't want it-"

He took it.

"'Atta boy, kid."

Both you and Osamu watched expectantly, enthusiastically for the recoil. Chuuya's face twisted up, and you poked the lime in his direction. When he coughed and looked toward you with teary eyes and a red nose, you and Osamu giggled like children.

"'S not-" He coughed a bit more. "'S not funny, assholes!"

But it was very funny to you, and the two of you only laughed harder as he hailed a cup of water. Amidst your fit, you nearly tipped your barstool backward - Chuuya might've moved to catch you if you weren't being so goddamn insufferable (and his head wasn't whirling), but his stomach barely had time to drop as Osamu was clumsily wrapping you, chair back and all, in his lanky arms, so short of breath from cracking up that he was almost wheezing. After you were upright again you continued to laugh for such a long time that Chuuya, in his disoriented and half-dissociated state, thought perhaps you'd both finally lost your god damn fucking minds. He was going to have to find his way home, hammered and alone, all because you and Osamu were flaming inebriated morons.

And then you got quiet. And Chuuya grew genuinely concerned, because the two of you were usually anything but (he'd learned that well enough from living sandwiched between both of your rooms in that crummy ass apartment building for the longest three-week period of his life). But you were just being even stupider now - foreheads pressed against one another as you calmed back into the steady drone of the bar music, whispering some things back and forth that he wasn't meant to hear.

Chuuya gagged audibly, and it had nothing to do with the taste in his mouth.

An hour and three shots later, you slipped your poor bartender a generous stack of bills and stumbled your way into the street. It was beyond Chuuya how you two seemed to be able to maintain a straight line as you walked - he trailed a bit behind you, feeling like the unfortunate lovechild of a pair of teen parents. You stopped to light up a cigarette (also an American brand) and he ran into you. He wanted to push back at the way you snorted, but he realized you were only doing so because he was toppling and you were holding him up. He bit back his bitching. You were stupid, sure, but he did let you drag him along after all, and his blood felt too hot and his mouth felt too sticky for him to send shots right now.

"You want a hit, Chu-chan?" But he waved you away because nicotine probably would've made him yark immediately.

Not once in Chuuya's short visceral life had he ever seen someone fluster Osamu Dazai until you, and vice versa. It made him nauseous to admit it was sort of cute, but even further, he'd never admit it made him nauseous because, truly, the two of you found joy in nauseating people with how in love you were. Though he'd never heard those words out of either of your mouths, it was excruciatingly obvious that you were two sides of the same coin. You looped your arm around his, Dazai took the other, and he trotted along in his stupor with your help, sandwiched in between you once again (and equally as annoyed about it as he was before). The smoke never left your fingers but Osamu hit it often, lifted to his lips above Chuuya's head. You guys talked about something, but he could barely keep up. He was fucking obliterated. All he knew was that your words joined seamlessly with Dazai's, your banter flowed like dual-colored beads being strung alternatingly down a cord, and the warmth between the two of you made him feel kind of soft. He knew that later in the early morning he'd be hunched over the toilet - he could picture it vividly, you would be pushing his hair back, Osamu would be calling him a pussy but rubbing his shoulder every so often, and it would be horribly gross and embarrassing and he'd feel like hot garbage - and yet, he'd undoubtedly still get the sense that he was sitting in the backseat of a honeymoon car.

He looked up at you once in the blur of the a.m. and took note of how rosily you glowed, and when he turned toward Dazai, it was like a mirror. Chuuya was aware of that list, too, and none of you were idiots - no matter how much Mori pushed it, no matter what Twin Dark even meant, you alone were the sole complement to Osamu, the dead ringer, the only one fully cognizant of and attuned to his turbulent unpredictability. Perhaps that was why you were heading toward the water with him now.

"You fuck!" one of you called; he wasn't sure which. Chuuya was too busy crumbling to the ground in a puddle of himself, sweaty and pinching your cigarette between his fingers. When had that gotten there?

And you chased Osamu off the rocks into the river, current unhurried, undemanding against both of your bodies when you fell in. Chuuya didn't think too much of it when you bobbed under, because he knew you'd come back up connected at the lips - no, ever since you, Dazai hadn't really wanted to kill himself. Not yet. He knew it that day you all went to get high at the beach when you asked him to jump in with you and he hesitated for the smallest second. Not human? Chuuya wanted to laugh. Dazai had suffered, yes, but Dazai had loved. That conceded dissent in that beat of silence was the most human thing one could hope to achieve, and god damn it, Dazai had done it, with everything he was, in the face of the human he loved the most. He'd jumped in with you anyway, but there was no intent to die.

Without fail, you both walked him back home, drenched.

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[equallyshaw]

favorite crime | mat barzal.

– part of the Sour hockey imagines.

– warnings: swearing.

– word count: 2.2k

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Know that I loved you so bad I let you treat me like that I was your willing accomplice

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she was head over heels, and everyone knew it. especially mat. he thrived off of it, he had her in the palm of his hands and used it to his advantage. especially when he wanted to get laid. he was a dude, what else would you expect? the first time she questioned everything was when he failed to show up to her apartment after a pre planned meeting between the two. he blew it off as "something came up" not knowing he was doing it to test her patience and her loyalty to him. the second time she questioned her love for the canadian was when he blew up at her when she commented on him showing up unannounced while she was doing school work.

"you show up now and now then, mat? I'm busy! i cant just drop everything for you when i have my own life." she fought back, and he chuckled angrily. "there are plenty of fucking women in this city that would." he seethed before turning around and walking out.

the third time was when he was harassing her over text messages, he did not like how she was seen in a snapchat story from one of her friends of her and another guy doing shots together. he was asserting dominance over her, and again testing her loyalty. her friends told her that that was not fuckin normal and that she needed to drop him. but the only problem was, was that she loved him. they did not know how sweet he could be in private, when he whispered sweet nothings in her ears as he made love to her or when they did couple things her their respective apartments such as decorating a gingerbread house or baking pumpkin bread over the holidays. they did not know who he was when it was just the two of them, and so she just kept going back.

–

And I watched as you fled the scene Doe-eyed as you buried me

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then things began to turn for the worse, and every time he left her apartment he'd leave her in tears as he had just given her another blow to her self-worth, confidence, and who she was. he did not care. he would act as if he did nothing wrong, and that they were just having a conversation. he again thrived off the feeling it gave him and how she could still take it all, and crawl back to him. he'd leave knowing what he always knew, she'd call or text the next day apologizing for whatever she thought she did.

she sat on the couch looking at her white carpet, as he yelled at her from the other side of the room. this time it was about how she was seen taking shots with a guy in the snapchat video. "but you don't own me! we arent even a damn couple, so you cant get upset if i go out with my friends!" she screamed at him through tears, not being able to control them. "that's why you need new friends!" he screamed back at her, as she consoled her self by wrapping her arms around herself. she looked up at him, as if what he said was not hurtful and that it was not an issue. that he was just, 'stating the obvious'. she shook her head, crying even harder as he slammed her apartment door shut.

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Those things I did Just so I could call you mine The things you did Well, I hope I was your favorite crime

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this girl did everything her power to make sure she looked the part everytime they went out, with his teammates. make sure she looked the part so that she could actually have the part at some point; officially. her sister and her best friend were concerned when she brought a whole new wardrobe, got her hair highlighted and started wearing loads of makeup. the very opposite of who she was, prior to meeting mat.

"listen please don't take this the wrong way hun, but what is going on? why have you changed everything about yourself? for him." her sister said concerningly one morning over brunch. her little sister gave her a confused looked, "look at the outfit you have on. this is something i'd wear and though i love it...it isn't you. this isn't my sister that i know." but her little sister would not hear it. "you don't love him bean, please don't say that you do." she said giving her hard look and her little sister knew that she was upset. "god damn, he's changed you! you cant be in love this deeply after 4 months bean..you just cant be!" her older sister said getting heated. "you-you don't know him-" and her older sister chuckled. "i know him enough, thankyou." and with that her older sister threw some money on the table and was gone.

she did not realize how much she needed to hear that, and as she returned back to her apartment; her mind was running rapidly. she had changed, and not for the better. she began to dress differently, act differently to those that tried to talk down on mat, changed her whole schedule to match his and most importantly, she never ate anymore. she was too transfixed on being enough for him, but deep down she knew she'd never be enough.

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I crossed my heart as you crossed the line And I defended you to all my friends

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"denise- he isn't that bad!" she defended mat, as she was out to eat with the friends that he wanted her to drop. denise and the other shook their heads. "how many god damn times have you called me in tears after he left your apartment, huh? how many times have you called us having an anxiety attack because he told you to stop hanging out with us or to stop doing the things that make you happy? he's fucking controlling you, and you don't even recognize it!" and the others agreed. the girl shook her head, so miserably in love. "girl..we don't even wanna hang out with you knowing that he's gonna call you as soon as you step one foot out of the restaurant or store..but we know we cant leave you alone to fend for yourself." ashley another friend stated. "guys, stop. he cares about me, i promise. i would not be with him if he didn't." she said desperately, trying to move on from the conversation. the others took another defeat and moved on. though, they would be continuing to go back to the conversation at a later date.

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And now, every time a siren sounds I wonder if you're around 'Cause you know that I'd do it all again

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even after 6 months of having no contact, whenever she heard the song that was playing the very night that they met in that crowded bar, she looks around hoping to see him. she thinks about that night everytime and how much he love bombed her, in hopes to get her back to her apartment. she thinks back to how good it was those first few weeks and how much he acted as if he adored the girl to the ends of the earth. sweet texts, coffee delivered to her place, flowers in the mail and the incredible sex her gave her. she would go back to that mat in an instant, but she knows it was all a ploy to gain her trust just so then he could rip herself apart, slowly and surely.

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It's bittersweet to think about the damage that we do 'Cause I was going down, but I was doing it with you Yeah, everything we broke, and all the trouble that we made But I say that I hate you with a smile on my face

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the two of them did a number on one another as if that was not already clear. even though she continued to go back time and time again, she'd make sure he felt just as shitty as when he did it to her. she made sure he felt just how worthless he made her feel and would threaten everything, even his livelihood.

once people had begun to question their relationship and how fucked it all seemed, she began to become distant. mat noticed it, how couldn't he? he was in tune with every mood, every step, and every action she made. he had to be, or he wouldn't be able to get away with what he did. then slowly, she began to fight back. if he was doing it, why couldn't she? the next time he showed up after she brunch with her sister, she didn't take the words he threw at her. mat felt threatened with every insult and glare she threw at him. he was nervous for the first time in their 'relationship' or 'situationship'. "what has gotten into you?" he said as he felt cornered. she laughed heartedly, "doing exactly what you do the second you step into my place." she seethed, turning back to look at him with an icy glare. "you hurt me babe, so i get to hurt you." she said grinning darkly. "do you know how that makes me feel about you?" she questioned, not a beat later. he shook his head. "it makes me fucking hate you." she said smiling, before she placed her lips on his.

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Oh, look what we became

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finally after what seemed like an eternity, when in reality it was only 7 months; she left. she moved back home to connecticut to be with her parents and friends. mat was shocked to show up to her place, and she no longer resided there. he texted her, but never got a response after she had changed her number. he had no way to get ahold of her besides social media, that she also abandoned for new accounts as well.

her parents had no idea why she showed up on their doorstep right before christmas, but once they found out; they were never going to let her leave the state again.

the last time they fought was the worst that they had fought before, plates and cups as well as a flower vase broke within her apartment. cops were called, the apartment manager was called and so was his lawyer and agent. the two were able to get out of it, and with a little money dropped their way they forgot about all of it. she had never once been in the presence of violence, and she knew in that moment she had to leave. she quickly got her sister and friends to help her pack the very next day and as soon as everything was shipped, she flew home.

–

All the things you did

Well, I hope I was your favorite crime

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even when things never seemed to go right, there would be moments that would make it seem like it was all alright. a few nights before the last fight, mat had shown up with her favorite pizza and a bottle of red wine. and that night he showed her what she'd been craving for a while again. he was gentle, he was sweet, kind, loving, and every single synonym in the book that described somebody who deeply cared about somebody. he had shown her what he could be if he ever made things official. but like anything in her life, this was not meant to be.

she hopes that he realizes how much of a mistake it all was, getting to know her. she hopes selfishly, that he realizes how much of an ass and how he had fumbled a dime like her. she was an amazing person, ask anyone in her life. and one should be so lucky to know her and call her theirs.

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Your favorite crime

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as years go by, she finally finds the courage to head back to new york to visit her sister. running through the snowy streets trying to get inside before she gets even more soaked. she holds the hand of her new fiance tony, she gets inside quickly to see her sister and her husband sitting near the back. her sister see's her baby sister's contagious smile from across the restaurant and tears up at how comfortable she looks and see's the ever- loving gaze her fiance holds for her as he takes her coat off.

as luck would have it, mat and his teammates had just sat down in the Italian restaurant only mere minutes before her and tony. the couple walk down the length of the restaurant to hug the waiting couple. "oh my god, the ring is even more beautiful in person!" her sister gushed as she and her husband inspected it. tony only laughed, as he looked on. he pulled out the seat for her, and which she took with a wide smile. a little while later as the four were leaving, the older sister saw the scorned and tainted canadian as she walked in front, and she gave the best family glare she could. he felt chills run down his spine, as he took in the girl that he used and abused over and over again. she looked happy and so in love with the guy.

hope it was all worth it, mat.

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and there you have it folks😢 pls don't kill me lol

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[thewritersaddictions]

Day Twenty-Three: Negan Smith + 6/9

Negan said he would be back sooner rather then later. He said all he was doing was going to another settlement and getting the supplies before you even knew it he'd be back.

That had been bullshit. Negan had been gone for days now. He had promised you before he left that he would make the wait worth your while. "I promise doll, I'll do whatever you want when I get back." Negan had whispered into your ear.

Negan and you weren't sure onthe PDA of your relationship, even as much as Negan would love to grab your ass and show everyone who lived in the sancatuary that you were his he knew that you weren't as comfortable with that idea. Just yet anyways.

When you heard the loud trucks pile in through the gate, you couldn't help but get excited. Both due to how long he'd been gone, and how much you just wanted his hands on you. You climbed up and out of the bed. Negans shirt wrapped around you.

The clamber of rubber boots on the cement floor. You wait, even thouhg you're done with waiting. Patently waiting for Negan to be done with whatever needless conversation. Your patience was running thinner and thinner by the seconds. When finally you just broke like a damn with gushing water coming out.

You walked over to the Negan and whatever fuck-nut he was currently to, grabbed him by the hand and dragged him away. "Honey…Baby…Y/N?" Negan ushered out. "I'm tired of waiting!" You huff you, "and frankly I don't give a damn about who knows about us anymore." You said as you continued to drag the man behind you.

Negan was so turned on, and so he let you take control for a moment. All the way to the bedroom until you let go of his wrist and pratically pushed him into the room. When the door behind you closed your lips were on Negans. A feverish feeling wrapped around the two of you, as Negan's rough hands took ahold of the borrowed shirt and ripped it off of your frame.

You pushed him back, his knees hitting the edge of the bed. "Shut up, and let me do something for ya." You murured dropping down to your knees. "Yes Ma'ma." Negan's drawl making to drop even further on your knees.

Popping open the buckle, and buttons on Negan's jeans you got to work as you noticed the wet spot on his boxers. "Someone excited?" You tease lightly. "Oh shut up and - Oh fuck" he mutters as you slip him out of his boxers and suck on the tip of his cock. Sucking and sucking, licking up the side of his cock. Negan grabs a handful of yourhead shoving you further down on his cock. The back of your thoart hitting the tip of his cock.

It didn't take to long, "Oh fuck- Y/n, baby god your thoart is so good." Negan moans out in satisfactions. He doesn't let up until you've milked him of all he's got to give you.

Negan let's go of your hair and flops back onto the bed. Chest heaving up and down, you crawled up his body. laying all of your weight on him. "That your version of a good welcome home?" He asks

Three weeks later a rather reverse situation happens.

You hadn't told Negan that you were going out with the scanging group. You didn't even wait for him to wake up before you left with the morning crew, and ventured out into the dead world around you.

You end up finding… nothing, well not nothing a few canned goods, and some other supplies. Nothing of good use comes from your two day trip, but when you came waltzing back into the sanctuary. A very upset, and disgruntled Negan came walking towards you.

"Where the hell did yo-" "I'm sorry I'll get back to ya." You said before Negan could even finish interuptting you. A strong hand wrapped around your bicep dragging you into a more private conversation.

"Like I was trying to say, Where the hell did you think you were going without givin' me a proper fuckin' goodbye?" Negan fauz anger coming out to face you. "Oh love." You whisper sweelty, resting one hand on his breaded cheek.

His face melted at the soft touch of your hand, and then melted into something else. You knew that face, that classic Negan face when he was thinking of all the naughty things he could do to you. All while you were at his whim.

"Come on baby. I've got somethin' for ya." Negans larger hand grabbed the one not on his cheek. Dragging us out of the private conversation, and back into the hall. Passing a few people they all nodded at him, and when we landed at the bedroom door. The air didn't thicken.

With the open of the door, you were hoisted up his hands landing on your ass to keep you braced up agasint him tightly. Your tits pressed so tightly into Negan chest that they were bound to fall out of the shirt you were wearing.

Negans lips landing on the perfect spot right under your ear. Sucking, and licking like he had just gotten his favorite ice cream. Your moans came falling out bouncing on the brick walls of the bedroom. "There you go soundin' so good for me. 'Negan whispered agasint your skin. When he walked the two of you towards the bed you landed with a flop. Your head bouncing ever so slightly on the bed.

He wasn't gentle with your jeans, or your panties. Tearing them both from your body. Your legs lay open, in all the best views of Negans eyes. He just stares at you, and your pussy for a long breath. "Negan?" You ask breathlessly. "Hmm, baby. I just love the way your flex around nothin' God such a pretty little pussy." He murmured before licking a long stripe up your pussy.

Sucking on your clit like it was his only life line. A rough hand shoving up, and under your shirt grabbing one of your tits. Squeezing it tightly before letting go, and playing with the harden nipple.

He devoured your pussy, until he was out of breath. "Fuck Neg-" You moaned out grabbing a fist full of his hair. Pulling and grinding into his mouth. Teasing you greatly as he lightly grabbed your clit with his teeth.

Your legs squeezed Negans head forcing him to stay right where he was as your high hit you like a ton of bricks. You didn't let up until your shaking legs and curling toes caused to much ache and you had to let go.

"So sweet tastin' baby." Negan muttered as he looked up from between your thighs. He was breathing hard, but you couldn't even notice over your own heartbeat in your ears. "Now that sweetheart is a good welcome home." He said to you winking as he climbed up your body.

Completed on: 08/09/23

Posted on: 10/23/23

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