#it hasn't made him stop wanting to fuck other women

[betelgeusing]

marty hart's cyclical return to praising family as THE thing that keeps a man grounded, stable, and happy (specifically in pointing out that rust DOESN'T have a family) even as flashbacks show him spiraling into jealous macho violence as he lies to, mistreats, and destroys his family over the course of multiple affairs (by which he deliberately steps outside of and away from his family despite his wife's best efforts to get him to reconnect and step up to be the family man he sees himself as)

vs

rust cohle's repeated excoriations of the idea of individuality and personhood and the stupid self-centeredness and entitlement that comes with saying "I, a human being, matter to the universe, and the things I do matter", an ideology he carries for years and waxes poetic on for his interviewers as late as 2012, even as he obsessively works himself to the bone to get justice and resolution for the victims he's assigned and ultimately to protect children from the powerful and dangerous people who want to brutalize them

#true detective #so what if it all goes back to Melville and Milch. every great character spins against the way he drives #I know this is the point of their characters I know other people have said it before and better #but I go through it every time and this time Marty is hitting me extra hard. bc with Rust it's basically screaming in your face #Rust says humanity (without exception) is stupid selfish and vain and we're fools to convince ourself our actions matter #he then proceeds to take a job where everything he does matters SO MUCH. and to CARE about that job deeply and obsessively #but Marty... I've really noticed this time how Maggie calls him a coward multiple times in her efforts to pull him back to his family #and she's right because he's too much of a coward to face that gaining the sainted ''family'' hasn't fixed him! #it hasn't made him stop wanting to fuck other women #it hasn't made him the household hero the perfect father and husband the savior of the women in his life #he thought it would and when it doesn't live up to the fantasy he checks out completely #and even in 2012 when his marriage has fallen apart! he still lauds marriage and family as the thing that makes a man good! #despite all the evidence in front of him that he became WORSE after becoming a husband and father. he can't let the ideal go #he has good intentions at his core but he's obsessed with the idea of being a good ol boy and a family man #he shits on Rust for being isolated because he's scared to face the idea that he-- Marty-- would have done less damage on his own #sorry for the tag novel they make me want to bite. and knock their stupid empty heads together really hard #btw this show would be 75% less effective if they had not filmed on location. big brain move thank God for the TD S1 location scouts

[goopsploob]

peanut butter love | jake sim

tw: food porn? jake Violates some peanut butter

pairing: shut-in!jake & female dog hybrid!reader

warnings: perverted jake sim | face fucking | i think food porn? | Jake Fucks a Jar of Pb | masturbation (m) | reader is too innocent | mentions of fleshlights but they not used | blowjob

wc: 2.9k

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when jake agreed to adopt a hybrid from an old friend who couldn't keep it anymore, he was ecstatic. being the shut-in he was, he had little to no human contact on a regular basis. he envisioned all of the adventures his new companion would go on with him and the amazing bond he would make with his slighty-furry soon-to-be friend!

he heard you were nice, loyal, and obedient! all great qualities. when you arrived, though, he was surprised. he hadn't expected you to be a girl. a really pretty one, at that.

jake was horrible with girls. he had limited human contact, but even stricter limits on girls. it started when he confessed to his high-school crush, lia park. she laughed in his face and humiliated him in front of practically the entire school.

other than to work on projects or due to them being his teacher, his only interactions with women took place online through paid cam sites, and his interactions with these women wouldn't even be considered as real interactions to some. he'd been living like this for years.

even though you were a girl, jake trusted in himself to be better than this. maybe this could even help him get better with talking to women in a real life platonic way! a surge of confidence shot through him at this thought. he had this in the bag.

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until he didn't.

it started off as expected. jake promised himself not to overstep boundaries, and at least for the first 2 months of living together, he'd been doing a pretty fine job of just that!

you guys gradually got close and closer as the days passed. awkwardly eating together at the kitchen island evolved into eating while huddled up in a blanket and binging series after series; buying takeout more often than not turned into fun nights where messes were left, memories were made, and bonds strengthened.

as your guys' bond strengthened, your attachment to him did too, though. you find yourself trying to get as close to him wherever, whenever.

whenever he had to do work on his computer, you don't hesitate to pull up a chair and just chill there. you don't necessarily know what his job is, but you don't care. you just want to be near him.

one time when he was getting out of the shower, he was startled to find you right behind the door when he opened it. your ears perked up and you shot up to hug him. this was a regular occurrence now.

jake couldn't stop himself from getting attached, too. once he got used to you, he mentally noted down all of your cute behaviors and traits.

he noticed the way your head snapped to him whenever he entered the room you were in, the way you constantly had energy, how excited you get when dogs are depicted in whatever series you guys were binging that night, and your special love for peanut butter.

peanut butter, your favorite snack. not fancy in the slightest, but 5 star michelin gourmet to you. you would go crazy at the slightest whiff of loose peanut butter in a 20 meter radius. jake recalls that one time he accidentally left the jar of peanut butter a crack open before going to shower. he was worried when you weren't standing outside the door, only to go in the kitchen and find a ravished peanut butter jar and a very guilty-looking hybrid.

there was a problem arising within jake, though. you were too cute.

when jake first got you, he was undeniably attracted to you. he was determined to get those thoughts about you out of his head though, to maybe prove to himself that he doesn't see all women as objects of affection. over these months, though, he hasn't found it in himself to let go of these feelings. in fact, they've arguably grown.

at first, he was visually attracted to you. your beautiful proportions were a sight to see. your face was stunning, you looked healthy, and your body especially was hard to look away from. that hourglass figure shape was exactly what he'd been lusting after, his incognito tabs full of exactly these types of things.

overtime this grew into loving your personality. you were adorable, to say the least. playful, funny, and devoted. he remembers the time you two went out to a local cafe and the (very attractive) male waiter kept on making subtle advances on you. you were, of course, oblivious to these advances. he noted how you were curt and straight-faced when talking to the waiter, but starry-eyed and smiley when talking to jake. he felt himself turning into jelly at his seat.

this sweet attraction stayed, but eventually the sexual attraction was starting to take over again. before he got you, he was blasting through onlyfans and twitch subscriptions, jerking off almost every day for as long as he'd moved out from his parent's place and got his own credit card.

when he got you, though, things changed. his initial sexual attraction to you made you his source of horniness for awhile, but that wore off when transitioning into his genuinely sweet love for you era. he felt guilty getting off to other girls, not to mention they just didn't interest him anymore. he found himself not really wanting to masturbate for awhile.

until now. it started off simple, you often wear shorts and tanktops around him now that you guys are close. one night while watching a movie, he caught a glimpse of your cleavage and felt a tingle by his cock. he brushed it off. every once in a while these thoughts were unavoidable when you had a crush on somebody, obviously.

his thoughts got more intense as time passed. he watched with a gulp as you wrapped your sweet lips around the popsicle, going down it with innocence in your eyes. the juice dripped down your chin, and you simply swipe it up with your finger and suck it off with a pop. he could feel a wave of arousal in his dick, choking and sputtering on his own popsicle. you only shot him a concerned look before continuing with your own popsicle.

at some point, he reached his limit. as he got hornier, he found everything to be tormenting. you simply bending over to pick something up, sticking your body into the laundry machine to get a sock stuck in the back, or even just resting your head on his shoulder, would send his body into overdrive. he seriously needed to jerk off, or else he would go insane.

when you were sleeping one night, jake tip-toed into his bathroom and turned on the fan, just in case you could hear from your room. this was simple enough, right? he would jerk off in peace to some classic porn or something. whatever. he just needed this.

he tugged his sweatpants down and sat on the cold toilet seat, his half-hard cock lazily springing out of its confines. turning on his headphones and turning on a random porn video he found appealing. he started tugging on his cock, staring at the motions of the actors. he tried to imagine him fucking you in place of the people in the video. the thought got him going, but no matter how much he stroked, he just couldn't get that ecstasy that he used to get. he groaned internally.

eventually his cock had a dull sting to it from the fruitless jerking, and at that point he concluded he wasn't going to cum. he needed something better, more realistic, more pleasurable..

a fleshlight!

yes, of course! why didnt he-

wait, no. this would be a bad idea.

jake reluctantly thought back on the first time you barged into his room just 3 weeks after he got you. you searched the room like someone searching for contraband, digging through every single drawer, crevice, and space. he was in the living room at the time, unaware of your uninvited presence in his quarters. he only found out when you called out his name with your sweet voice and walked into the living room to ask what this object was. upon turning around, to his terror he found that you naively grasped his prized fleshlight, using your other hand to spread open its plastic lips to see what was inside.

he shot up to take it from your hands and hid it behind his back. you were confused, but jake was glad you shrugged and let it go. later that day he disposed of all his fleshlights and incriminating posessions, deciding his hand did a fine job for now.

back to the present, jake was conflicted. if he really tried hard enough, he could probably orgasm from his hand. it wouldn't be a very exciting orgasm, though. jake sought after the old days of rushes of pleasure when he used those now discarded toys.

so what would he do now? subconsciously he found himself pacing around the house, just letting himself get lost in his thoughts. he leaned against the island and scanned his eyes across his eyes across the kitchen, thinking about what he would have to buy the following day.

what should i make for breakfast? let's see, i have toast, bacon, eggs, peanut butter...

peanut butter.

a plethora of thoughts crossed his mind.

smooth.

creamy.

thick.

fuckable.

he caught himself. what the hell was he just thinking about?

as much as he tried to push these filthy thoughts out of his mind, his body betrayed him and he could feel it. his cock hardened in his sweats, just begging to be inside something. anything.

he wouldn't actually.. fuck a literal jar of peanut butter though, right? how stupid.

how stupid, he thought.

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unbelievably stupid, he thought, as he peeled the covering off of the peanut butter and stumbled into the bathroom, turning on the fan once more. his endless thoughts of shame couldn't prevent what he was about to do, pulling his erect penis out of its confines for the second time tonight.

there's no way, right? no way.

no way, he repeated, as he slowly inserted his leaking cock into the fresh jar of pb. it felt so good, too good. he couldn't stop himself from letting out a choked moan.

at this point, he's lost himself and he hasn't even completed a full thrust. the way the smooth and thick peanut butter encased and almost squeezed around his throbbing cock sent ripples of pleasure throughout his body, and he honestly isn't sure if he was going to last long at all.

after stilling in for a few more moments, he pulled out with a swift squelch from the peanut butter. his cock was covered in that brown-orange goodness and he couldn't get enough. he thrusted another time, then again, then again, moaning and automatically speeding up on each thrust.

fuck, yes, he thought. he could only imagine the look on your pure face when you open your favorite peanut butter only to find a giant hole down the middle. he envisioned himself acting surprised and telling you it was a common manufacturing mistake and that it was alright, you probably believing him like you always do.

he wasn't even concealing his moans at this point, forgetting his surroundings and getting lost in the feeling of his dick being sucked in and out by the peanut butter. this must be heaven, truly.

holy shit, he chanted to himself as his thrusts sped up. he felt himself gradually getting close to his high. he tossed his head in the air, beads of sweat falling from his brow while he caught his lip in his teeth.

he was getting closer, he could feel it coming on. yes, he was about to cum.

f-fuck, fuck, getting lost and high in the immense satisfaction, he failed to notice the light turning on under the bathroom door. you had woken up from the noise. and also, the unmistakable fragrance of peanut butter. what was your owner doing hogging all the peanut butter in there?! and why was he being so noisy about it?

pressing your ear against the door, you heard wet noises and jake, making noises in.. pain? was your owner in trouble?! oh no! you know jake told you not to barge into rooms anymore but this seemed like an emergency! you opened the door only to find a shocking sight! your owner got stuck in the peanut butter and was in pain!

meanwhile, jake, on the brink of orgasm, heard the creak of the door. opening his eyes in dread, only to find what he was fearing most. he immediately stopped his motions to turn away from you, mind racing with excuses as to why exactly he was fucking your prized peanut butter. it seems he didn't have to, though.

"jake, did you get stuck in the peanut butter? i'll help you!" uh oh. jake couldn't escape this now. a few dirty thoughts were in the back of his mind but he pushed them away. not the time.

"uh, yeah, but i got it. it's okay. just, uh, leave, alright? go back to sleep now."

you wanted to listen to your owner, but you knew he was in trouble! you grabbed his shoulders and turned him around, to his utter panic and terror, and tugged the jar off of him as fast as you could.

jake was in shock, to say the least. at the sensation of the peanut butter against his cock, though, he moaned. he covered his mouth, still frozen in confusion.

you were on the case, genuinely wanting to help your owner out. frowning at the sight of his body part being dirtied in peanut butter, you had a great idea! you were incredibly hungry so you could just lick it off! you've licked peanut butter and crumbs off of his hands before, and to you this was no different.

thinking you were the smartest girl in the world, you plopped down on your knees and smiled at him before starting to lick at the peanut butter on his tip.

everything was still catching up to jake, all of it hitting him at once as he felt the insanely arousing sensation of your tongue on him. he let out a stuttered groan before choking out, n-no, you, fuck, you can't- he got cut off when you took his whole tip in, suckling on it like a popsicle.

he thought he was dreaming at this point, seeing stars due to the crazy pleasure he was feeling.

yes, just like that, fuck. all rationality has left his brain now, his dream girl who had been the subject of his affection for over half a year now was sucking his dick. thinking about it for more than 3 seconds would make him blow his load, for sure. it wasn't like he could think much now, anyways. still oblivious to your actions, you took him in your mouth deeper, savoring the nutty taste of your favorite treat.

your sucking made an intense slurping noise, only serving to turn jake on more than he already was. trying to get his thoughts together, he knows this is wrong. you don't know what you're doing, and he was about to cum in your mouth. jake musters up his little amount of strength left and pulls himself out of you with a sigh and a pop from your mouth. you, frowning, notice not all of the peanut butter was gone. maybe he needed to take a break because of all of the pain. hearing the noises he was making, your heart cracked. he understood why you were doing this though, right?

determined to get this over with, you swiftly lunged your mouth back onto his pb-covered cock, effectively letting yourself choke on it. jake could only let out a very choppy moan as his eyes rolled back into his head, all strength leaving his body. he couldn't hold back anymore. he gripped your hair and pushing you down, not letting you up for air after at least 7 seconds. he releases you with a growl and barely lets you take a breath before pushing you back down, on the very brink of cumming down your unsuspecting throat.

using your head as his new personal fleshlight, his pace is ruthless. tears are racing down your cheeks as you try to persevere through the pain just for your dear owner.

he's so close, he's seeing white. his eyes roll back into his head, his entire body covered in a thin layer of sweat from the efforts.

he's ready to cum now, to cum down your little throat and confuse you. he tried not to imagine what would happen between you two after this, not wanting to think about any consequences. he just needed to cum in your cute little windpipe and choke you with his babies.

he lets out a loud sob, feeling mass amounts of his semen blasting from his pulsing cock to your tiny oral entry. he holds your head down, your nose pressing into a patch of hairs while he's coming down from his high.

pulling you off with a hum, he loosely grasps his softening cock and pants, you on the floor confused but happy. you helped your owner! you stood up and hugged him, making your merry way out back into your room.

left in the bathroom was the shell of what once was a man and a ruined jar of peanut butter.

what a waste.

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[wakasaz]

DILF

♡Pairing: Wakasa Imaushi x Afab!reader

♡Summary: Wakasa can't keep his hands off his new babysitter.

♡Based on this

♡WC: 4.6k

♡TW: 18+ MDNI, unprotected sex, pet names, oral, fingering, pregnancy, absent parent, gang leader Wakasa, Club owner Wakasa. Use of yn but only a few times. I think that's everything but I probably forgot something.

♡A/N: All characters are 21+, not proofread, I love single Father wakasa so much I had to make a whole fic for it.

"Get out. Just get out." Wakasa says to the fifth person he has interviewed today. He didn't think finding someone to care for his daughter while he is out would be this hard. Truth is he didn't even want to find anyone to watch her, but Benkei talked him into it. What was so wrong with taking her to "work" with him. He didn't take her anywhere dangerous, and he made sure whoever was around her could be trusted. His men knew that they needed to keep her safe. Of course, though he listened to Benkei. He was tired of hearing the taller male complain about how dangerous it was. As if Wakasa would allow anyone to hurt her. No one crossed him and if they did, they knew they signed their death certificate. 

Letting out a sigh as he turns his back to the girl and pinches the bridge of his nose he walks to get himself a drink. "Please, just go" He says again. He can hear sniffling. He made her cry but he didn't care. The girl was an idiot. No way in hell was she going to even be in the same room as his daughter. Everyone he has interviewed so far has been an idiot. He hasn't found one person he sees capable of caring for the most important girl in his life. He's been interviewing people for days and he swears they get worse and worse each time. 

Wakasa never wanted to be a father. He didn't think he would be good at it. He knew fighting and fucking. He didn't know how to be soft. He couldn't be soft. He was the white leopard, feared all around Japan. Of course all of that changed the moment he laid eyes on what he could only describe as the most beautiful and precise baby he has ever seen. No, Wakasa didn't want to be a father, but he took the role seriously and over time he wondered how he lived his whole life without this girl in it. 

On top of not wanting to be a parent he also didn't want to be a single parent. But he was thrown into that all too quickly. The woman he got pregnant was just a casual hook up. They fucked a few times but he was fucking other women as well. Wakasa didn't even know she was pregnant. She stopped returning his calls a few weeks after the last time he fucked her and that was it. He honestly forgot about her until he got a phone call in the middle of the night with her screaming at him to come to the hospital. He wasn't going to go but Benkei once again talked him into doing something he didn't want to do. Now he doesn't know how to thank Benkei enough for making him go. 

He didn't believe the child was his when she first told him. That was until he saw her. She was a spitting image of him as a baby. He couldn't deny she was his. Wakasa swears that's the first time he ever felt love. He loved her more than anything and would do anything for her. That's how he ended up being talked into finding a nanny and now he wants to strangle Benkei. 

Taking a sip from his glass he groans. He hears the door slam shut. "Only three more people today," He reminds himself. He checks his watch. The next person should be here any minute. That's when he hears a knock at the door. Answering it he is met with a young girl standing in his doorway. The other girls being interviewed were younger than him but this one has to be the youngest. College age maybe? Definitely doesn't look any older than twenty or twenty one. She clears her throat. "Hello sir, I'm (y/n), are you Mr. Imaushi? I'm here for an interview." Wakasa feels his cock twitch when the word sir leaves your lips. He's been called sir before but the way it sounds with your sweet voice is doing things to him. 

Wakasa coughs trying to cover up a groan. "Come in" He says As he leads you into his living room. He sits and points to the chair across from him. He started asking you questions. Where you’re from, Why you want to be a nanny, any training. With every question you answered perfectly. At least he thought it was perfect. He wasn’t really listening to everything you said. He was just watching you. He thought you were pretty but Wakasa is around a lot of pretty women so he isn’t sure why it’s bothering him so much that he thinks you’re pretty. 

“What about you?” you ask as you fiddle with your fingers. “Huh?” he asked, looking at you with slightly wider eyes. You clear your throat. “Oh, um, You asked what I do for work besides babysitting since I said I haven’t babysat since high school. I was just asking what you do sir.” Wakasa feels his cock twitch again. He’s not sure why hearing you call him sir is having this effect. “Oh. I own a club and work in trade.” You nod “That’s cool. So you’re a businessman.” you quietly laugh. “I guess you could call me that,” he says, smirking in your direction. “What club do you own, maybe I know it” you ask, smiling at the older man across from you. He doubts you know it. From the short time knowing you he doesn’t think you are the type to frequent his type of establishment. “It’s called Hydra” He says as he starts to roll his sleeves up his arm. “I doubt you’ve-” “ That’s the one across from that ramen restaurant right? I’ve been there a few times with friends” Wakasa tilts his head. You’ve been to his club? You don’t seem the type. Not to mention you didn’t act like you recognised him. Almost everyone who goes to his club knows who he is. 

Wakasa lets out a hum. “I didn’t expect that.” He smirks again “I didn’t realize you were the owner. I thought it was the guy with a scar down his face.” his smirk drops. Of course you would think it was Takeomi. He hits on almost every piece of ass that walks into the place, and he likes to act like it's his club to those who by some grace of god don’t know Waskasa. Why is he friends with that moocher again? “Takeomi likes to pretend it’s his club. I can’t kick the guy out because we’re friends” You giggle. “He tried to get me to sleep with him. Don’t get me wrong I like older guys but he just isn’t my type” Wakasas smirk returns. “You like older guys huh?” You roll her eyes as you cover your face with your hands. “Can we continue with the interview please?” Wakasa chuckles as he starts asking questions related to the job again. 

By the end of the interview Wakasa was sold. You were perfect. He also caught his daughter a few times peeking from the steps listening in on what was going on. This was the first time she came down from her room the whole time he was interviewing anyone.  Offering you the job was a no brainer. He did have to tell himself your looks didn’t play a part in this. It was strictly that you were the best applying. 

“Can you start tomorrow evening?” He asked as he was walking you to the door. You stop and turn around looking at him wide eyed. “Wait really?” he nods. You let out a squeak and wrap your arms around him hugging the older man. “Yes!” Once you realized what you did you quickly let go taking a step back and putting your arms behind your back and looking down. “Sorry” you whispered. “Can I get your number? I’ll call you later this evening to tell you all the details” You nod and part ways after putting it into his phone. While walking down the street you pull out your phone and call the person who got you the interview in the first place. “Senju, Why didn’t you tell me he was so hot?!”

Wakasa told you to show up at five so he could give you a tour of the place and introduce you to his daughter before he had to leave. You are currently standing in front of Waksasa’s door trying to get the courage to knock. You weren’t scared yesterday because Senju didn’t tell you the man she said needed a sitter was hot. Senju also gagged when you told her Wakasa was hot yesterday. You pull at the bottom of your skirt trying to make it a little longer. Taking a deep breath you knock and no more than five seconds pass before the door is opened and Wakasa is standing before you in black pants and a white button up shirt, the first three buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up. He has a little girl on his hip who looks no older than four or five. She looks like him. She even has the same bored eyes as him. He moves out of the way to let you in. 

(Y/n), this is Rini, my daughter. Rini this is (Y/N), the woman I told you that was going to look after you while daddy has work”  Rini buries her face on Wakasas shoulder. “She’s normally not shy” “It’s fine. Rini, I'm sure you and I are going to be great friends.” You say smiling at the toddler. She picks her head up and looks at you then smiles softly while nodding her head. After introducing you two and getting Rini a little more comfortable Wakasa walks around the huge penthouse showing you around. “And this is Rini’s room. She needs to be in bed no later than eight. She has a connecting bathroom.” He says pointing to the door in the room. “And my room” He says, turning and pointing to a door on the end of the hall. “Is there. I doubt you need anything from there but if Rini won’t sleep in her bed you can put her in mine.” 

Walking to the kitchen Wakasa finishes showing you where everything is. “I left money on the counter so you can order dinner for the two of you.” He puts Rini down and she clings to his leg not wanting him to leave. He walks to the door taking Rini with him. “That should be everything but if you need anything or have any questions just give me a call.” You nod and smile at him. He bends down and removes the young girl from his leg while he crouches down in front of her. “Be good for (Y/N), okay my little bunny” the blonde hair girl nods her head while opening her arms for a hug. “Daddy loves you. I’ll see you in the morning.” Wakasa says kissing the top of Rini’s head. Wakasa walks over to you. “Don’t let anything happen to her. I’m serious about calling me if there are any issues. I can be here in ten minutes.” nodding your head and promising the older male you will take great care of his daughter he leaves you guys alone. 

You bend down slightly, putting your hands on your knees. “Okay Rini, what do you want to do?”  “I want my daddy!” she yells while pouting. “I want your daddy too” You say under your breath. “How about I order us some dinner and we can turn on the tv and watch a movie?” you ask the purple eyed girl. She nods her head then runs to sit on the couch. 

While watching the little mermaid you hear a knock on the door. Rini is sitting with her blanket and a stuffed bunny not moving her eyes from the tv. You go get the money Wakasa left you and open the door. The delivery man gives you the food and you walk back in. Going to the kitchen you made Rini a plate and take it out to the living room for her to eat. Wakasa never said she couldn’t eat there and seeing how he is with her, you know she has him wrapped around her finger. Rini eats her food and before long she is asleep on your lap. You pick her up and carry her to her room and tuck her in. You go back down to the living and start playing on your phone waiting till Wakasa gets home. He told you, you could stay the night because he wouldn’t be back till the early morning hours. 

While scrolling on your phone Senju texts you asking how it's going. You tell everything you and Rini did. You talk to Senju for a few hours before falling asleep on the couch.

Over the next several weeks you and Rini have gotten closer. Wakasa and you have even gotten a little closer. He has you coming around a few hours before he has to leave saying Rini wants to see you. Everytime when you arrive at the Imaushis house you are greeted with Rini running over to you screaming your name and giving you a hug. Wakasa has told you before that all she talks about is how much she likes you and wishes you could be around more. You started to notice things about Wakasa over the time working for him. More than just his looks. He can be really sweet when he wants to be, and he is very protective of his daughter. You’ve also seen the protectiveness extend to you as well. You told him about a bad date you went on and how the guy hasn’t left you alone since and was starting to freak you out. You haven’t heard from the guy since. You know it was Wakasa. You also learned about his real job. How he helps run a gang. You made Senju tell you after the bad date guy disappeared. She didn’t want you to be scared you would quit. But you feel safe around Wakasa and also have. He has never made you uncomfortable. 

You also noticed over the weeks of working for the older male the feelings you get around him. Everything he does turns you on. At first you thought it was just because it's been awhile since you’ve slept with anyone but when he brought home a blonde girl with big tits you realized how jealous you were so you went to find someone to fuck the frustration out on thinking he could cure the want for your boss but the very next day when you saw him you felt that familiar heat. You started coming around in tighter clothes. Clothes that show off your tits and ass more. It’s nothing inappropriate. You wouldn’t show up here while Rini is here with anything on that might scar her for life. 

Wakasa has noticed the change in clothing. He would be lying if he said he didn’t like it. He loves the short skirts that just barely miss showing your ass when you bend down or the shirts that your tits almost pop out of when you cross your arms. Wakasa also noticed how you are with his daughter. It’s almost motherly how you act towards her. He can imagine you being her mom. He has on several nights while he fucked his fist. He knows the blonde girl he brought home pissed you off. He did it to piss you off. He wanted to know if his feelings were reciprocated. He didn’t fuck her. He just let you think he did. Don’t get him wrong though. He went out of his way to find women who looked similar to you to fuck because he thought he could get it out of his system. But he wants you. He wants you even when he is fucking some other girl. If Rini didn’t like you as much as she, does he would have fucked you by now, but he doesn’t want to possibly make the only mother figure she has ever had run away. If he wants to fuck you, he needs to do this the right way. He has to make sure you never leave him and Rini. He wouldn’t be able to stand seeing his little girl's heart broken. Rini has mentioned wanting to be a big sister recently and she’s also told Wakasa she wishes you were her mom.

Wakasa called and asked you to come over tonight. You thought it was weird since Rini is staying at a friend's house tonight. You told Senju and she joked that he is just trying to fuck you. You didn’t tell her how excited it made you to think about or that you'd like him. Getting ready you decide on a tight little black dress and heels. Once at Wakasa’s you knock on the door and wait for him. A moment passes before he opens the door. He is wearing all black as well. His shirt has several buttons undone and his sleeves are rolled up showing off his tattoos. He has all his hair pulled back showing off his earring. He moves out of the way to allow you to enter. Once walking in you notice he has all the lights off but has candles light everywhere and that the stove is on. “You’re cooking” you say and he nods, walking to the kitchen before coming back with two drinks and handing you one. You smile at him. 

After he finished cooking you two sat at the table. “You wear that to everyone fathers house you babysit for or am I just special?” You can feel your face warm. “I only babysit for you” he smirks at you as he leans over the table and gives you a kiss. It starts off sweet but he soon grabs the back of your head and deepens the kiss as he tilts your head. He is gripping your hair and pulling on it every once in a while. He swipes his tongue over your lips asking for entrance when you deny he harshly tugs on your hair causing you to yelp. 

Wakasa pulls away and walks over to you grabbing your hand as he walks you backwards to his bedroom. His lips find yours once again on the way. Your hands are around his neck. He starts to slide the straps of your dress down your arm as his hands roam your body, squeezing any flesh he can get his hands on. Wakasa sucks in a shaky breath when your dress hits the floor and sees you didn’t wear anything underneath. He smirks before biting his lip and pushing you down on his bed. He slowly starts to unbutton his shirt. He’s going slow on purpose. He can see the lush in your eyes. You whine at how long it is taking him to undress. Smirking he says “impatient are we?” His shirt finally hits the floor and he starts crawling on the bed over you, kissing up your body the whole way. When he reaches your lips he slowly kisses you as his hands slide across your body. Squeezing and tugging anywhere he can as he pulls pants and moans from you. He pulls away and slowly kissing down your body while his hands find your legs and slowly part them. 

When he reaches your thighs he is kissing, licking, and biting as his hand squeezes the other one. When he finally reaches your heat he drags his tongue up your slit as he groans and his eyes roll at the taste. He swears you’re the sweetest thing to ever grace his tongue. He could become addicted to your taste. He licks and sucks, making a mess of your cunt as he is rutting  his hips against the mattress. He can feel his cock leaking but is trying to ignore it. He is drunk on the taste of you. He continues to eat you like a man starved. He nips and sucks as you cum all over his tongue screaming his name and pulling at his hair. He doesn’t stop. He nips and sucks as he adds a finger, overstimulating you. He smiles against your cunt as your legs shake around his head and he sees your back arching off the bed as you push your perfect tits up giving him the best view. 

You’ve lost count of how many times he’s made you cum. He’s on his third finger now. You’ve at least finished once for each finger plus just his tongue, your panting. You feel dizzy. You swear you're going to pass out when he says “One more baby girl” as his fingers rub against that sport that makes you see stars. Your toes curl as you grip the sheets. Words are leaving your mouth but they don’t make sense. You’re just screaming his name and the words yes, and please. You don’t know what you’re begging for. For him to stop or to keep going. Everything is wet. The air is hot and you're trying to catch your breath. You feel him remove his fingers but soon feel something much larger pushing into you.

Wakasa groans, his eyes crossing as he feels your tight wet walls squeezing him. He knew you would be tight just from using his fingers but he didn’t think it would be tight. He stills for a moment trying not to cum before he starts a brutal pace. He tried to wait for you to adjust and give him the go ahead but he couldn’t. He can’t control himself around you. It’s your fault really. 

He wraps his hand around your throat and squeezes your hip as he increases the speed. All that can be heart is the sound of skin slapping skin, your moans and pants, and his sweet sweet praises. “Look at you baby, taking me so well. Your pussy was made for me baby. Was made to be fucked by me and only me.” He slams into you again while squeezing your throat. “Say it. Say how your pussy was made for my cock” “m-made for your c-cock” You stutter out as you grab his wrist and wrap your legs around him pulling him closer. “Damn right it is” He grunts out gritting his teeth as he starts to feel your walls tighten around him. “Best fucking pussy I’ve ever had” He says as he has you cumming for the nth time tonight. 

He looks down at you feeling nothing but love. He swears he fell in love at this moment. Your moans and pants are his favorite song. A song he hopes you grant him the privilege of listening to everyday. He wasn’t lying when he said you had the best pussy and it was made for him. He truly believes it. He watches you as he continues to fuck into you chasing his own high. He would have cummed by now but he wanted you to finish as many times as you could first so he could hear your pretty sounds. As he looks at you he thinks you’ve never looked prettier. Out of all the times he has seen you this is his favorit look on you by far, a fucked out dazed moaning and babbling  incoherent words all because of him. “Such a good girl. My good girl” he says as he shoves his fingers in your mouth for you to suck on. Moaning around them you don’t think you can take much more. 

Wakasa feels his balls tighten and begs to cum inside. “You’re so good with Rini. You’d be an amazing mother. Let me make you a real one. Please, (Y/N) let me make you a mommy.” He’s pleading with you. He has to make sure you stay around after fucking him and you aren’t going to run away. He wants to give Rini a baby brother or sister. He starts thinking about you all around and plump with his child. He groans he isn’t going to last. He thinks his heart stopped when you nod your head “Please Waka. make me a mommy. Fill me up” His eyes cross and he lets out a moan as he slams his lips into yours and fills you. It's warm and messy and he’s never been happier. He stays in you for several more minutes as he kisses you and plays with your hair. 

When he pulls out, he uses his finger to push anything leaking out. “Don’t waste it. Good girls don’t waste what daddy gifted them” he says as he starts to fuck you with his fingers. He is just making sure everything stays in. You start moaning again as his eyes meet yours. He grabs your hips and flips you over onto your stomach. He slaps your ass. “Ass up” he says as he pushes your head down. As soon as you're in position he is slamming into you again. You’re screaming into the pillow, and he slams into you over and over. “You can take it. I know you can” His name leaves your lips over and over. His finger finds you bundle of nerves as he starts to pinch and rub pulling another organism out of you. It isn’t long before he is filling you up again and again for the rest of the night. He needed to make sure it stuck. 

Ever since that night Wakasa has fucked you everytime you babysit. He leaves work early just to come home and take you on the counter or table. You don’t complain. He pays you good and fucks you good. He currently has you on the table lay as he eats you like your the first meal he has had in weeks. You're moaning and pulling his hair as he groans into you. “Give me another” He mumbles after you cum for the nth time. “C-can’t” you cry as you push him away. “Know you can baby.” he says as he sits up and pulls you onto his lap. “Ride baby” He undoes his pants and lines himself up. You lower yourself down and start bouncing. He pulls your shirt down to show off your perky tits and his mouth latches onto them. He  notices they're bigger and just smiles against you as he sucks. He feels his sock twicthing as your walls tighten. He fills you again just like he has been doing everyday for the past three weeks. 

Wakasa is over the moon when you come running into his house a few weeks later telling him you’re late. He takes you to get a test and you take it at his place. Passing back and forth as you wait. Rini has been asking everyday when she is going to be a big sister and when you will be her mommy. He plans on making her mommy. He just has to make sure the big sister part comes true first. He’s the first to run into the bathroom when the timer on his phone goes off. He comes running out of the bathroom and grabs you giving you a kiss and thank you over and over again for making him a daddy again. He swears he will never look at other women again. You’re everything he wants 

You guys decide to tell Rini a few weeks later. She is playing with her bunny in her room when you guys walk in with a gift for her. She opens it to see a smaller baby stuffed bunny. Looking at you confused, Wasaka says “You can give it to your baby brother or sister after they are born” She screams jumping up and hugging her dad and you as she yells thank you over and over again. Once she calms down she sits in front of you and looks at you both seriously. 

“So does this mean (N/N) is my new mommy now?”

#tokyo revengers #imaushi wakasa #wakasa imaushi #tokyo revengers x reader #imaushi tokyo revengers #wakasa imaushi x reader #imaushi wakasa x reader #wakasa imaushi x you #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x y/n #imaushi wakasa x you #imaushi wakasa x yn #wakasa imaushi x yn #♡~mazie is talking~♡

[marksbear]

hate sex with patrick bateman? perhaps 🤔

patrick hating reader for being "better" than him (contemplates killing him), they fuck, patrick turns into a desperate mess

i <3 seeing these cocky "alpha males" turn into whiny desperate sluts <33

Anon we both think like great request my friend! Cocky men becoming a slut is one of the things I live for. And sorry for taking so long I fell asleep writing this

Warnings! SMUT, brat taming, teasing, talking about killing, about to kill, Patrick is a asshole, swearing

PATRICK BATEMAN X MALE READER

"Hey did y'all hear that Y/n got another big promotion?"

"Oh my fucking God." Patrick thinks to himself. He feels like hes gonna puke if he hears your name being mentioned one more time.

"Yeah! The man is gonna have it all. He already has the women dropping to his feet and the bosses practically worshiping the man." The guy next to him says causing Bateman to clench his fist.

He never met Y/n personally but he has to hear about him all day long. "Y/n this. Y/n that. Y/n.y/n. Y/n." Patrick says mentally feeling a headache coming from hearing about the things he did.

"What about you Bateman. What do you think about L/n?" All of the men's heads turning around giving Patrick their full attention.

"That hes a annoying son of a bitch. And he makes me wanna kill him with my bare fucking hands. And he's a waste of space in this damn earth"

Well of course he didn't say that but he only imagined he did and says this instead.

"I never met him, but he seems like a great guy." Patrick gives them a short lie making them all pleased. "You never met him!?! That truly can't work. How about I schedule a dinner for you both to meet?" One of the men offers his co-worker.

"Yes, for I can finally kill him." "Sounds good how about tonight?" Patrick says instead of his first thought. The co-worker gets the phone calling up Y/n so Bateman can hear. "Hey L/n, are you busy tonight? I have someone you should meet. You are great! I know you're gonna like him. Meet at the restaurant where I always take you. Okay bye."

"I just changed your life for ever Bateman! Get ready to meet the greatest man in your lie."

TIMESKIP

Patrick arrived before Y/n checking his watch impatiently and slightly annoyed.

"You're here early."

Patrick looks up at the figure that he's guessing is Y/n.

"Fuck hes handsome. And he looks sharp wearing a suit that hasn't even gotten released yet. Y/n looks exactly like hes described from the stories he heard. Why the fuck does he look better than me!?!"

Bateman rambles in his mind and sticks his hand out. "Patrick Bateman."

"Bateman? I heard of you. And seen you around at work a lot just never made an effort to go up and talk to you. Y/n L/n nice to meet you." Y/n says with a smile and takes a hold of Patrick's hand giving it a tight shake.

The dinner was far from quiet. Y/n almost had every single conversation starter under his sleeve. Some sparked a short topic and some sparked a long conversation and some even started a debate or an argument.

"Hey L/n it's getting late. How about we continue this in my place?"

"Good idea Patrick. How about I pay?"

Right when Patrick opens his mouth about to argue about how Y/n doesn't need to pay Y/n hands the waiter his card.

TIMESKIP AT PATRICK'S PLACE

As soon as the two step inside the place Y/n pins Patrick on the wall by the front door. "Patrick. Tell me what do you want from me? Because I know you hate me. I know we were not friends, so why invite me here?"

Y/n backs away from Patrick slowly with a smirk on his face before heading into the living room. "You think you're better than me don't you Y/n?" Patrick says in his mind before quickly follows after the man. Patrick stops in tracks fighting with himself mentally just to get his axe and drive it through the other man skull.

Patrick snaps himself out of his thoughts and goes to the living room. "Nice place you got Patrick." Y/n says looking outside through the window watching cars and other things. Patrick finds a knife and walks up to Y/n slowly raising it.

Y/n turns his head around slowly and Patrick throws the knife somewhere else becoming nervous. "For a man who hates me you sure do love being close." Y/n puts his hands on Patrick's hips bringing him closer.

"Tell me Patrick. Do you love being close to me?" Y/n uses his right hand to bring it to Patrick's chin then uses his thumb caressing Patrick's bottom lip.

Patrick hated you. He hated how you talk, how you walk and even how you breathe. He hated you with his life. But now why is he acting like this, His body became putty by your touch. The way you look down at him, the grip you have on his hip, your hand on his chin and your thumb lazily on his lip.

What are you doing to him?

Patrick gives Y/n a weak nod as an answer to his past question. "Use your words." Y/n smirks moving his thumb off of Patrick's lip and back to his chin. "Yes." "Good boy Bateman."

Y/n pushes Bateman away from him and walks around looking for the bedroom. Patrick quickly picks up the knife from the floor and follows after Y/n.

Y/n stops in the hallway turning around at Patrick staring at him like a predator like hes taunting Patrick to come closer to him. Patrick clenches his jaw tightly setting the knife on the nearest flat surface. Patrick's blood boils and his veins pop once he's the smirk on Y/n face.

"After you Patrick." Y/n opens the bedroom door inviting Patrick in. Slowly Patrick walks into the bedroom already knowing where this is leading. Y/n shuts the door after he goes inside walking up behind Patrick. Y/n takes off his shoes and socks then takes off his suit jacket. Patrick watches the men take his clothes off.

"Can you just strip and stop being a brat." Y/n says catching Patrick a bit off guard.

Patrick takes off his clothes and shoes. After hes done Y/n attacks his lips with his own.

The kisses are rough and a bit painful because Patrick refuses to be the submissive one. Y/n groans in annoyance and tackles Patrick on the bed so hes under him. Patrick tries to push Y/n off of him but fails just ending up scratching his arms. "You're such a brat Patrick." Y/n says pulling away from the harsh makeout,

"What? You don't like underneath a man like me? Well you better get used to it." Y/n laughs at Patrick before using one of his hands going down to Patrick's cock.

"You're already hard? Wow and the only things we did were just kiss." Y/n doesn't waste anytime jerking off Patrick. "Fuck! L/n s-stop touching me!" Patrick tries to contain his moans but some fall out. "Ohh~l-let me go! fuck!"

Y/n hand doesn't slow down anytime soon he even goes faster up and down every time Patrick begs.

After a while Y/n stops moving his hand with a smirk on his face. Patrick doesn't even notice Y/n's hand not moving and raising his hips up and down into Y/n hand. Y/n lets go of Patrick cock and puts two fingers on Patrick's lip."Suck them."

Patrick didn't want to. At first he bit them because he didn't want to look weak and desperate. Y/n watched him bite his fingers and let out a sigh. "If you keep acting like this i'll just fuck you dry and you get no prep." Y/n warns Patrick but lets out another sigh when Patrick tries to flip him over.

"I warned you Patrick. Now your just getting me fucking irritated." Y/n flips Patrick over so his belly and chest are on the bed but Y/n holds Patrick ass in the air.

Y/n spits a few times on Patrick hole making him mad. "Stop spitting on me Y/n! You're a dirty disgusting bastard!" "Don't you fucking dare put that disgusting cock inside of me---- fuck~" Patrick insult was cut of by his own moan once he felt Y/n cock pushing inside him. "Oh!~ fu-- oh gOD~" Patrick holds the sheets tightly as he feels Y/n moving inside him. "Ju-just shove it in already!~ please just gi--vie me your cock." Y/n decided to be nice and answer Patrick begs by thrusting his cock fully inside him.

Patrick lets out breathy moans feeling Y/n cock go up and down inside of him. "Fa-faster! fuck me faster Y/n!" Patrick hates himself for begging but god Y/n felt too good inside of him he couldn't help it. Y/n snaps his hips into Patrick at a face pace abusing his hole like he was a toy.

Patrick sneaks his hand down to his cock jerking himself off as hes getting fucked.

Y/n take Patrick's arm harshly holding it above his own head pinning his hand down. "Sluts like you aren't allowed to touch themselves without permission" Y/n thrust became aggressive using his free hand to Patrick hair.

Patrick feels Y/n cock twitch inside him and he panics. "No no no! Don't cUm~ inside of me! fu-fuck no!" Patrick's own cock twitches from imagining Y/n cumming inside of him but his mind feels disgusted at the thought.

Y/n thrust quickness searching for Patrick prostate. "Shi~ FuCk oh fuuck~! agaIn hit it again!~ more more please." Patrick screams into the sheets when he feels Y/n cock push against his prostate.

Y/n hits that spot over and over again until Patrick cock is twitching rapidly and aching precum leaking out of the tip. Patrick feels the knot in his stomach become tight and moans words and sentences that don't even make sense. "I'm cumming! fu-fuck i'm cumming! ahhHh!~" Patrick cums hard on the sheets and his head is in full bliss not even feeling Y/n hot cum inside him.

After Patrick gets out of his high he feels something hot and sticky leaking out of him and getting onto his thighs. "Y-you asshole! you dirty bastard I told you not to c-cum inside!" Patrick shouts.

Y/n laughs and says "I couldn't even pull out. Your slutty hole kept me inside~" Y/n teases letting go of Patrick's hand and hair putting both of his hands on Patrick's hips. Y/n snaps his hips deep inside Patrick causing him to yelp out. "fuck~ Y/n give it to me please! I-im your desperate slut please! keep fucking me until I pass out please! Fuck me like that slut I am!~"

"Fuck I hate you Y/n for making me like this!~" Patrick thinks feeling Y/n cock inside of him moving slowly.

"Be a good slut this time Patrick. Then I may let you suck my dick."

THE END

#patrick bateman #american psycho #slashers x male reader #x male reader #male reader #Patrick bateman x male reader #x top male reader #x dom male reader #slasher x male reader #american psycho x male reader #the bear club

[ghouljams]

as a fetch superfan, is she want konig needs?

like is there fetch angst or is she just a sex doll for konig

Fetch is what König needs! There's not exactly angst with them, but König sort of realizes she's not just a weapon/sex toy after a while. What König needs is a rock in the storm, and a light at the end of the tunnel. Despite her nature, Fetch is incredibly stable, she's a very good fit for him.

Unlike in the Cowboy AU in this one König sort of knows he's never getting out, Fetch is proof that he's too far gone, but that doesn't stop him from wanting some normalcy. I think König is looking for escape when he's not in the field, and instead of his old methods of drugs, alcohol, women, now he has Fetch. Who is waaaaay healthier and also more than happy to play house with him, which some buried part of him desperately wants.

Anyway, here's the "Oh my god I think I'm in love with her" moment.

You pet your fingers through König's hair, scratch at his scalp idly, he's gotten cuddly recently. You think it's because you've been on leave so long. It's weird to think there's a season for hiring mercenaries, but you guess there's highs and lows in every business. König's arms tighten around your waist, his face pressed against your stomach, half in your lap, half stretched out over the bed. He's gotten more comfortable with you seeing his face. Which is fantastic for you, because it means you don't have to feel bad about sneaking peaks of it.

It's been sort of nice to be on leave. You rented a little furnished apartment, month to month of course, and spent most of your time watching shitty television and going grocery shopping. You'd never been grocery shopping before. It was fun, it's fun just existing with König. It's weird, you sort of thought you'd be spending more time having sex, but things have been surprisingly tame. You're starting to get a little worried he can only get going if he's killed someone recently.

König has never been so comfortable, never been so relaxed. He'd been worried, leave is always interminable, always leaves him restless and wandering; looking for something, anything to take some of the edge off. He isn't made to exist outside the battlefield anymore. Too many soft edges filed to sharp points. He can take the edge off, but it always comes back, never stays quiet for long. It's never as good as the first time.

How was it that you only got better? Your excitement was almost infectious, thrilled to do something as simple as going to the shop. His hand clasped tightly in yours as you dragged him down the aisles. He wasn't used to seeing you out in broad daylight, but it was nice, it felt natural. It felt soft.

That was weeks ago, you should've worn off by now. So why does he find himself clinging to you, hoping you don't? Why do you spend more time talking, more time just holding each other, than fucking? Little bags of white powder abandoned on the coffee table, liquor bottles barely touched, he doesn't know where the edge stopped. When he stopped being scared of what would happen if he crashed. He already did, and you were there to catch him.

"Say my name," König asks you, voice muffled against the shirt you're wearing. That's another thing he's discovered recently. You know him. Know him in a way so thoroughly redacted by even the most highly classified documents that it could only come from being bound to his very being.

You rattle it off like it's nothing, first middle last. It might be nothing to you, but it's not nothing to König. He hasn't heard his name in years, his operator's name is the only one anyone living should know. His mother is long gone, family all but forgotten, but you hum his name and stroke his hair and he is overwhelmed with feeling. It chokes in his chest, big and nameless. Although that's not entirely true, he knows its name the same way you know his.

"You have so many thoughts running through you," You whisper. You've started speaking German when you're alone together, you must know he likes it. The familiar tones and grammar lull him in a way König thought must be lost to him. "What are you thinking about?" He knows you only ask for his comfort, that if you really wanted you could peal back the layers of him and hear them yourself. When did he come to trust you so wholly?

"You," He says plainly. You hum, a wordless ask to keep talking if he wants. Your fingers scratch at the base of his scalp, every comfort in the world laid out to him. "I love you," The words feel like peanut butter in his mouth, thick, sticky. They don't want to move past his teeth. He feels your fingers still.

If it were anyone else maybe he would've been scared to say it. Worried you wouldn't feel the same. But you've loved him since day one, devoted, obsessed, König has never worried about your feelings for him. Not when they're so clear.

"I love you too," You resume your petting. König smiles against you, buries himself further into your comfort. He's never heard you say it aloud before.

"Say it again."

"I love you."

#cod x reader #x reader #demon!darlings au #könig x reader #könig cod #könig call of duty #König x oc #oc: fetch #tw drugs #they're just mentioned but still wanna put that on there #cod x oc

[skinnywalker]

When we met part 1: the other Tartts (Roy Kent x Jamie tartt's sister reader)

Roy is a very mature man. He wouldn't be caught dead doing the foolish things other men would do for love. He doesn't look at pretty women longingly, he doesn't beg for numbers or socials and he doesn't fawn after girls he can't talk to. That why he hasn't made a move on Tartt's angelic sister.

That's definitely the reason.

She comes into the locker room all the time bringing Jamie gifts and hugs and tales from home. She comes every week without fail. Roy is almost jealous. But he wouldn't be jealous of Jamie. Not in a million years.

She is waiting outside for her ride. She looks beautiful like that. When Jamie isn't around.

"You waiting on someone?"

She turns to look at Roy and smiles. God she looks pretty when she smiles. Her face is like Jamie's if Jamie wasn't a totally prick.

"Yes my Uber. Thought it would be here already."

"Tartt didn't take ya home? That's fucking rude."

She laughs.

"We live apart. Like really far apart."

"Yeah but yar his sister! Ya have special rights!"

She chuckles and pulls her coat on tighter.

"You'd think."

Roy isn't impulse. He isn't. He's smart and he thinks ahead and-

"I'll drive ya home."

"What?"

"I'll drive ya home. It's too cold to stay out here and the club will close soon. I have no where else to go tonight."

She gives him and million excuses but Roy is as stubborn as stone.

"Ok, thank you. You really didn't need to do this."

"Yeah and Tartt didn't need to leave ya out in the cold like a prick. Hop in."

He drives for miles and she begins to doze off.

"Whats your address?"

No response. Roy turns to find that she is asleep. God damnit how can she always look so pretty. Roy can't force himself to wake her up.

He stops outside of his apartment and wakes her up enough to get inside and on his couch. She goes straight back asleep. Best to leave her like this.

Roy can't sleep though. It's eating him alive that he has Jamie's pretty sister in his house on his couch. Why does it matter so much? Why? Roy doesn't fall for girls who don't even know him, right?

He finally falls into a restless sleep. When morning hits he goes into the normal morning routine and stops when he sees her again in his bathroom.

"Hello."

"Hello."

Roy than remembers he is most naked and slips into his robe.

"Do you....do ya need new clothes?"

"I don't think so. Did we?"

"NO! no we didn't do anything! Ya fell asleep in my car is all and I didn't have yar address."

He can't tell her reaction to this news.

"Oh. Ok. Thank you. Thank you for taking me home to sleep. I'm sure it was kind of weird."

It was kind of weird.

"No it was fine. Ya needed a place to sleep and I'd prefer ya to fall asleep in my car rather than some random uber."

She nods. Her face is still unreadable. But then she smiles and her eyes twinkle.

"Can I ask you a weird question? You can ignore it if you want but I just want to know."

"Ask away."

"Are you single?"

What. Roy's brain turns off for a second

"Yes."

"Ok."

Awkward silence falls over them.

"Why?"

"Well, it really touched me that you were willing to take me home and care about me so I was just, you know, curious."

"Curious about?"

She takes a deep breathe.

"Well I've seen you in the locker room for a while and I thought you were cute and you seem kind and intelligent and I've been single for a while so I was just....wondering."

Someone into Roy first? That never happens.

"That's a bit fast, but if we take things slow and if ya don't mind not tell Tartt I...I wouldn't mind trying something."

"Yeah, not telling Jamie is a good idea."

More awkward silence. Roy has never been this awkward with a girl.

"So, are we dating then?"

She smiles

"Depends, do you want to get breakfast together?" Roy smiles for the first time in a while. He is genuinely happy.

"Yes, I would."

(@pyschshawnjulesshanluke happy birthday!)

*part two coming*

#roy kent #roy kent x reader #jamie tartt #jamie tartt x reader #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso x reader #ted lasso

[jade-len]

no but seriously though, let's say that you've never read svsss and proceeded to transmigrate into pidw as either sqq or one of bunhe's random npc shixiong/shijie. is there anything you guys would've done different from sy?

personally, if i knew that bunhe was going to literally become the embodiment of toxic masculinity, a dictator who collects women as if they were some coins, and a man who's overall just the product of the abuse cycle... i would try my damn hardest to prevent any of that lol.

but, for me, i would not promote a harem or bingge's fucked way of thinking. even if i just transmigrated as some other disciple, there would be absolutely no way i would let bunhe turn into bingge (also because.. why would i let the entire sect continue to abuse him). and, probably not even really bingmei as well? i don't know, i would obviously still protect and befriend him, but i think i'd be much more stricter about teaching bingbing morals, good ethics, mental health, all that jazz.

like, we live in a time where we actually know better about that stuff! might as well pass down our 20th century knowledge, y'know? i know sqq loves binghe the way he is, but if i read pidw i would most definitely not like bingge's character due to airplane's wack writing

(cut under is just me rambling lol)

but if i were to transmigrate as sqq... honestly, it would go two ways for me. genuinely, i think (after the ooc function) i'd just run away from the sect and take on a completely new appearance using magic airplane plant bullshit, find binghe (because i know damn well the abuse wouldn't just stop there.. also because the system will probably still demand for me to be some sort of mentor), then be like that one cool teacher or older brother figure? i'd definitely be more of that instead of a proper shizun. idk, i'd just treat binghe as if he were my little brother

or, since binghe is still bunhe and thus hasn't darkened at all, i would maybe pull him to the side and say that i'm actually not his shizun. probably claim that the real sqq hated teaching (which was why he abused binghe) and kids, so he made a doppelgänger (me) to replace him as he goes to buttfuck anywhere else from here. since i would know of luo binghe's loyalty at least from never having read svsss, i'd tell him to respect sqq's wishes

this is so that binghe would at least know that i'm not shen qingqiu. because remember, in this alternate timeline i only know pidw instead and don't know if binghe would forgive sqq for all the abuse he suffered, so don't blame me for going that route! again, i know that the system would still probably require me to be his mentor for the abyss arc, so i'd have to still stay as bingbing pretty much gets an entirely new person as his shizun. but hey, would he complain? i don't abuse kids and thus won't ever hurt him. plus, i don't think i'd be able to constantly put on a mask and pretend to be sqq, the least i could do is have luo binghe know the "truth"?

look i know that that probably breaks the system's rules, BUT remember, you can negotiate with the system. "well, i'm not revealing my identity as a transmigrator or the system? i'm technically still 'shen qingqiu', im supposed to be a doppelgänger, a copy! remember? so i'm technically him." also, i don't remember any rules about running away and such for the new identity plan, just that binghe still needs a mentor to push him off. i feel like with enough negotiation, i would be able to do this (also yes i know that i wouldn't know about the system not being strict, but i feel like i would figure it out pretty quickly, considering that i bitch a bit and will find a way to back up my argument if I'm really insistent)

speaking about the endless abyss!! yeah no i don't think i would be able to push him off. i think i'd make it abundantly clear that i don't want to, but i'm cursed to "fulfill" a prophecy or something.. either through a bunch of metaphors and stories. or, since system never said i had to full on betray him, just that he needed to be in there, i'd kinda just. tell him to jump and that there was nothing else i could teach him or something. i'll be waiting, bingbing!

and finally: what about if binghe fell in love? ...honestly don't know what i'd do with that. i feel like i'd be more gege material if anything since i'm not super different in age with bingbing, so i'd most likely see him as a friend or younger brother instead of a disciple (and i'd definitely treat him like one too. sorry, i just don't think i'd be able to take my job as a teacher or anything seriously, nonetheless actually teach teach. mentor-ish or bro figure, yeah i could do that. responsible teacher? okay, now you're asking for too much). so maybe? maybe not? i don't even know if i meet binghe's standards (which, admittedly, is kinda low but you get my point). i'd probably wanna kiss liu qingge though lol

#also yes i'd probably punt shang qinghua #or rat him out if he doesn't reveal being a transmigrator #try to avoid like. hundreds of kids dying from the abyss opening. #this is not to hate on sqq of course #im just curious to know what other people would have done #svsss #mxtx svsss #the scum villain's self saving system #danmei #luo binghe #shen qingqiu #luo bingmei #shen yuan #liu qingge #luo bingge #pidw

[imeanyourmomsprettyhot]

I Still Hate You || Hvitserk

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I got the inspiration for this post from this prompt:

"I don't like you, I just find you hot"

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"I knew you'd come back," you laughed, as the tall son of Ragnar entered your room.

"Don't you conceive yourself as being something important!" He spat, as he got closer to the bed you were lying on, "I don't like you, I just find you hot."

Hvitserk pulled you on you legs closer to the edge of the bed, where he hovered on top of you. His lips met yours, and his tongue instantly entered your mouth.

You were the wife of Bjorn Ironside, which was enough reason for the other sons of Ragnar Lothbrok to hate you. But after a strange encounter with Hvitserk the other night, when your husband left with the ships, he started visiting you, even though he clearly told you it was a mistake and that it will never happen again.

He for sure didn't like you, but he liked your body. He liked how your warmth feels around his cock, and he liked the sounds you make while he fucks you.

You loved your husband, you really did. But he was never able to fully please you. Bjorn was always gentle with his women, but you found, you needed the roughness of one of your enemies, to finally cum.

Hvitserk's messy kiss lead to an end, leaving you with an all wet mouth and an even wetter spot between your legs.

He forcefully turned you around, so you were now on all fours—He never wanted to look at your face while he fucked you;he hated you too much for that.

He roughly pulled your dress up and pushed your head down in the pillow, your ass now being on full display. It didn't take long for him to get rid of his pants, and he pushed his whole length inside, a splash of pain rushing through your body.

He didn't let you adjust to his size, he immediately pounded into you in whatever paste he needed right now.

You cunt was drooling over how harsh he treated you, and through the pain, you felt pleasure. The sound of his skin slapping on yours, filled the room up completely, almost covering up your loud moans.

A hard smack landed on your ass cheek, which turned into a dark red shade. You cried out at the sudden pain, but you secretly liked it.

He thrusted into you even harder, hitting your g-spot with full force. It was painful, but it made you even needier. His hand was still hardly pressing down your head in your pillow, keeping you in place.

He smacked your, already red, cheek again, earning a whimper from you, as tears start to form in your eyes. He loved the sound of your cries. He loved seeing you in pain.

Hvitserk's growls got louder and breathier, as you noticed him being close. But he did someone unexpected. He turned you back around, one of your legs being over his shoulder.

He now could enter you deeper, putting you in even more pleasurable-pain.

He stopped pounding for a moment, before another smack hit the side of your face.

"Look at me, you whore!" He commanded, and you did as he said.

His hips started grinding again. He was looking you deeply in the eyes—They were filled with so much anger and hatred.

You had similar sex like this a few times with Bjorn, after you two fought, but it was never close to what his brother did to you.

Your mouth was wide opened, and desperate cries were coming out of it. Hvitserk was soon to cum, as his grunts got heavier, and the thrusts sloppier.

He still hasn't looked away from your eyes, his were deeply focused on yours. His breath became more and more unsteady, while your moans increased with every painful pound that shot through your core.

A few more thrusts was all he needed to release his load all over your stomach, some of it landing on your dress.

The way he treated you like a dirty slut, made you cum right after him, with a loud scream. Hvitserk was able to make you cum, even after he stopped touching you. This was what made you so attached to him.

"You fucking bitch, just look at you," he stood up, pulling his trousers on, "So fucking needy for my cock."

"Please fuck me again," you begged him, breathing heavily.

But he just laughed at you, "I still hate you, you little slut. I don't intend to make you feel good, you understand that?"

He quickly left the room, leaving you alone with the mess he made, still horny and greedily waiting for the next time he visits you.

#smut #vikings smut #hvitserk smut #hvitserk x reader #vikings hvitserk #hvitserk ragnarsson #hvitserk x you #vikings fanfiction #vikings fic #vikings fanfic #vikings fandom #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #prompts #writing prompts

[nereidprinc3ss]

Jokes and being 'horny on main' aside I find it so fascinating how many women are drawn to both Spencer Reid and MGG. Like he's not classically handsome, in the way most macho Hollywood men are. He's softer, more poetic looking and his personality is also very unique. I think he feels safe (from what we know anyways), and there's something to be said for why women (especially younger women) go nuts for this kind of smart, goofy, caring guy who is truly weird (more so MGG than Spencer). Yet you'll still have incels on Reddit/Twitter parading the toxic alpha male shit to impressionable men and creating this vicious cycle. There was actually an interesting class I took on Romance novels and how because they're sort of an unexplored medium that hasn't been taken seriously in the cultural zeitgeist until recently it's been able to develop into a safe space for women, written by women. A lot of men call them unrealistic and yes they can lean trope-y and drama-esque but also at their core its about women reading about men that are good communicators, with decent personalities and hygiene

idk WHY he is the most visually appealing man I’ve ever seen, and idk why he has this crazy staying power for me—like normally my celebrity crushes are crazy intense for a few months and then they just disappear one day, but me and matthew are approaching our year anniversary and i see no signs of stopping lol!!

i think personality does have a lot to do with it. mgg is genuinely a weirdo like he’s a weird dude with a lot of heart and he seems really passionate about the things he does. men who care about something outside of themselves, and don’t take themselves too seriously, do tend to make me feel safer. i can’t speak for other women and obviously we don’t know him in real life but if he’s secretly an asshole he does a fantastic job of hiding it!! his sense of humor requires a kind of self awareness and awareness of other people that we don’t usually expect from famous men, and the way he speaks about and interacts w his female friends/coworkers is really amazing too.

idk, obviously we don’t actually know him and i try very much not to idolize people (especially men) who i don’t know. but he’s so funny and seems like an actually kind person who lacks some of the hangups that other male celebrities have and that make them repellant to me

also men saying romance novels are “unrealistic” need to give me a fucking break. women know that the men they read about in romance novels aren’t realistic representations of men in real life but men don’t seem to understand that porn is a fucking joke and not a realistic representation of real women. yet they hold us to those ludicrous standards all the time. until they start thinking about the porn they watch as a complete MADE UP FANTASY the way women think about romance novels i really do not want to hear it from them lmfaooo

especially when our fantasy is being treated respectfully by a good man and their fantasies include anti gravity boobs and removed ribs and viewing women as objects made for their pleasure

can you tell im mad about this…

anyway thank you for sharing your thoughts!! i completely agree<3

#asks

[dairy-farmer]

Ooooooh Had A Thought >.>

Remember the Justice Lords? There are legit "Evil Who Think They Are Heros Just Doing What Must Be Done(tm)" versions of our beloved Bats. And? Depending on the timeline? Their Reign of terror/Authoritarian takeover? May have started amping up around that time Jason supposedly "pushed" somebody of a building.

Batman may have just... been okay with that. Never lost Jason.

But! Imagine if in this universe he was a BIT more paranoid. Made sure Dick didn't use his family's signature move. Nothing to connect the two. A secret kept secret.

Tim follows for a while but... well... things start getting... DANGEROUS.

No longer the Batman he was supposed to be. Tim stops. Batman has broken his heart. Robin, how could you? Etc.

The Bats go full Dark Timeline. No ones having fun. They try to "Bring Justice, Bring ORDER" to other worlds. Like they did their's.

Get a face full of Absolutely The Fuck Not with a side of Get Out Of Our Reality from the normal JLA. And?? Whoms't is that? There is an extra, BRILLIANT, Robin. Vicious and deadly. Brutal in a fight.

They don't have one.

Why do they not have one? Their realities should be nearly identical. This makes no...

Their Bruce grapples, they are being forced back. They have seconds. There! A lucky grab. Cowl ripped back.

Timothy Drake? They lose footing. Sucked back towards their own reality. The Kryptonian clone preventing them from taking Drake with them. And then it's over.

The others are raging. Cursing and stomping like children. But all they can think is... he? Was RIGHT NEXT DOOR.

And imagine it. You like in a tyranny. The newscasters hide fear behind frozen smiles. God like men and women overthrew everything, kill as they please and change the rules to suit them. It's IMPERATIVE no one suspects you EVER have been anything less then enthusiastically supportive. People disappear for less.

The world went mad before you were ever old enough to do anything about it.

And suddenly? Your creepy, reclusive neighbors, with too much power, somehow connected to The Powers That Be, are acting like they KNOW you. Not your family. YOU.

Acting really, REALLY friendly. Want to Be your friiiiend.

Showing up everywhere.

Your parents trips are suddenly being green lit. But there is an under tone of "don't come back". They are afraid. You are afraid.

Ha ha! Don't WORRY, says your neighbor, he'll look out for you!

You've never spoken.

His hand feels possesive on your shoulder. His children LOOM. Smiling and smiling all around you like beautiful sharks.

You don't understand.

It's like they all share a secret about you that you don't know. They keep poking and prodding, trying to get more and more of you. LEARN more and more about you.

And the lingering touches. So many lingering touches. You're so tense, so tired, you could shake to pieces.

There hasn't been an Ivy attack in YEARS, not since she was...

Yet somehow the buildings hit. JUST your rooms. You're not stupid. Can't breathe. Too hot! Their faces cooing masks of "concern". Oh noooo. They say. How could this HAPPEN? They hum.

Hands already patting and stroking. Scooping you up. And? Tim is not DUMB.

He squirms. Tries to hold on to coherent thought. But it's pointless. He's outnumbered.

And they aren't ANIMALS, they'd protest. They are so very, very sweet. So gentle. So loving. Help their Timmy finally relax and feel so, so good. Hands that guide him up and down. That hold him still while others move. Skin to kiss, a clever little mouth, ready to devour.

So warm. They are OBSESSED.

Just? Imagine getting turned into the Emotional Support Fuck Robin for the Evil Bit Think They're Heroes BatFam all because your ALTERNATE self was a bamf.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i can just imagine the GuILT that would hit tim and the other universe when they look into the invading universe to both keep tabs and to make sure they can't come back because dealing with hostile universes is more of 'keep an eye on it' sort of situation. of course its not long before they find out what's happening.

no one but tim had seen the...oddness in the other bats' behavior towards him. tim notes it in his report about how he was unmasked by the other dick moments before they were forcibly sucked into their world and something about the intent look that had been shot at him...unnerved tim. having someone like dick grayson lock on you with that sort of intensity is never a good thing.

so tim is...worried. something in hus gut just turned at the lock the other dick grayson had given him. it wasn't hostile. not like how the other bats had been to their own counterparts. the other bats had been whopping them good. it wasn't until him, cass, steph, and barbara were called in that many of the plans the other bats set up dissolved. but unlike the others there hadn't been such a...lingering sense. the other batman had perked up and drifted their eyes to him when they learned that it had been tim's plan that resulted in the rescue of the other bats. there was something...appraising in that look but also something...hungry. like a starving, half-rabid coyote stumbling across an injured bunny.

it turned tim's stomach and so when the report of the other world comes in tim can't hold back the visceral reaction of what they were doing to their tim. their tim who had nothing to do with bats and who had lived a perfectly normal life with his parents until that bruce sent them away and threatened them with torture and death if they ever returned.

tim can't help him.

THEY. the justice league of his world can't help them. opening portals to other worlds blurs their lines, makes it easier for the influence of one to enter another. the monitoring is just so they can keep an eye on it which they construct whatever barriers they need to to keep their universe separate.

the justice league doesn't like going in to other universes and "saving" or liberating it. its too much of a gray area because then what's to stop them from going into EVERY universe that they find distasteful and doing the same? no. best to keep their noses to their own grindstone and let the universes of others be no matter how torturous it might be.

and so now tim is stuck...watching. and thinking about his cowl being pulled off his face in those final moments while starving eyes dug into him.

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

[depravitycentral]

Lee this toooootally isnt inspired by your latest Oikawa post because I feel like he's a closet prude but who in HQ do you think holds on to their virginity the longest based on their canon characteristics? Glad to see you writing again, make sure to stay hydrated! <3

(Because I don't mention Oikawa in the rest of the post - I agree! I think he actually does lose his virginity fairly early on (it's a drunken night and he's a bit regretful after), but I think he likes the concept of keeping himself "clean" and his body count not high just because he is a bit prudish. He'd never admit that he hasn't slept with the number of women you'd guess based off of his status and personality, but he isn't a pure saint himself. A bit hypocritical, to be honest.)

Oooh!! Something about virgin men just feels right - that shuddering little gasp they make when you first take them in your mouth, their hands clenching at the sheets or edge of the chair so tightly their knuckles turn white because it feels so damn good and they can't quite figure out where to put their hands.

(They want to put them in your hair, maybe force your head down a bit like he sees in porn - he only watches videos with actresses that resemble you, of course - but he's not sure if that's a porn-only thing, and the last thing he wants to do is mess up this perfect moment.)

Men who've never fingered anyone before, and so their movements are clumsy and awkward but eager, almost palpably so, their eyes always darting between your cunt and your face. He's listening for each and every noise you make, hoping for any kind of direction of where to touch and how, because it's just sensory overload to be feeling you like this - and suddenly now he knows why most guys don't last long in bed.

(He doesn't want to think about how fast he'll come the first time he actually gets to fuck you.)

And of course, the men who immediately have to bury their face against your neck or back when the tip pops inside of you, every muscle in their body clenching up and this soft, whiny oh leaving their knees buckling. You just feel incredible - he's imaged you often, even going so far as to crafting some sort of stand-in for your own body, be it a toy or a homemade pocket pussy, but neither come even close to the real thing. He just can't get over how warm it all is - he wore the stupid condom like you'd requested, but even through the latex he can feel the wetness, the schlicking noise driving him mad as his hips buck and snap into yours without any real rhythm or aim. He'll push in as far as possible, his balls pressed as tightly against the cleft of your ass as possible, and then he'll just breath, these labored breaths that sound like a moan at the end while wide eyes stare down at you and his fingers grasp onto your hips and thighs and breasts and oh, god when you clench like that it's too much, he can't control himself and he can't stop it and oh, oh god, oh fuck he's coming inside of you just like he's been dreaming about for fucking months -

Of course, everyone's born a virgin, but some keep that status much longer than others. Let's discuss!!

Some men are in no rush to get between someone's legs - they're taking their time, whether for a specific reason or just as a byproduct of other circumstances. This is great news for them, though, because now you get to be their first - an honor that feels both fitting and somehow much, much too good to be real.

Kageyama and Ushijima aren't explicitly waiting, but careers and their lack of social graces haven't exactly made finding a girl a priority. Besides, they aren't ones for hookups, and it takes a long time for romantic feelings to form in the first place for them - they won't sleep with just anyone, it has to be you. (They're the one-and-only type - you're they're first partner, and likely their last. At least if they have any say.)

Sugawara and Kita aren't prudes, but they can't deny the slight allure of waiting until marriage, just because they buy a bit into the construct of virginity being something sacred you're giving away. They don't judge others for sleeping with someone out of wedlock, but it makes their cheeks turn a bit pink to think about giving that part of themselves to someone special - someone like you. (Both also have thinly veiled breeding kinks that make them subconsciously feel like they have to finish inside whoever they're fucking, and while the concept of knocking their sweetheart up gets their palms sweating and their throat bobbing, they're both realistic enough to know that an aversion to condoms equates to unwanted pregnancy.)

Kenma and Kunimi both want partners. Neither are especially sexually driven, and they'd both much rather less overt affection and contact in most situations. And frankly, neither is especially great with relationships - past girlfriends have never lasted long enough to get to the sex stage, so they're virgins by default. (Though both harbor a bit of a nasty addiction to porn, even if they'd rather die than admit it.)

Akaashi and Kuroo have both had ample opportunities to lose it - they're gorgeous, respectively sweet and funny, and every girl's dream, after all. But they're picky and secretly quite shy with their feelings and romance, so letting themselves be vulnerable to intimacy is a big step that they often chicken out of. It's just scary, and while neither is particularly insecure, there's something real and raw and terrifying about sharing themselves with another person like that. (They've each fingered a girl, though, so at least they've got a bit of experience. It makes Kuroo feel better, at least.)

Others are more eager to learn what all the hype is about, to see if sex is really as good as it's fabled to be - they lose their virginity pretty early on. They're sad when they realize you won't be their first (and likely they aren't your first either, though some are more fixated on that fact than others), but they don't mind too terribly much - plus, something about sex with you feels different from all the past times. It feels better, more intimate, more meaningful, like it's actually a way of expressing their love rather than just a fun perk of dating someone. Besides, they're so shocked and elated to be with you naked that they're practically virgins - their cocks aren't working correctly (performance anxiety driven by the yearning for you to approve of their bodies, of the pleasure they can give you), their rhythms are all off compared to their normal pace, some of them even forget how to kiss because they're so damn nervous.

Semi and Bokuto have had their fair share of partners, simply because their professions make adoring female fans a dime a dozen. Both make it a rule to not sleep with fans, but there's always one that manages to catch their eye, that tempts them into breaking that moral code because maybe this is that one in a million story of the fan and the star actually ending up together. But then you step into their lives and suddenly every other woman is nonexistent, every past partner erased from their mind because all that matters is you and that perfect body of yours. (Semi has a penchant for recording when he has sex, and while rewatching the tapes leaves a bit of a sour taste in his mouth because it just feels wrong to watch his cock pounding into a cunt that isn't yours, it's easy to imagine the girl's face is you, to imagine those moans are yours, to imagine the way she clutches onto him is how you'll clutch onto him, too. Bokuto just masturbates to you constantly, to the point where it's a wonder how his body can produce enough cum to have something coming out with his every orgasm.)

Tendou's early twenties brought with it a boost of confidence, and with that confidence came women. He's by no means a ladies' man, but he's slept with a small number of women and had a few girlfriends. His obsession takes a while to form but it affects him hard, to the point where he's certainly the most likely to suffer from serious anxiety and nervousness surrounding intimacy with you, even though he's never had a problem in the past. (He's convinced you'll think his cock is too small - it's not, the solid six inches is plenty - or that his cum tastes horrible - it's not great, sure, but there's a very faint aftertaste reminiscent of chocolate from all the test-tasting he has to do - or that you'll just think he's bad. The first time he makes you come he just sits there for a moment, staring with a dropped jaw, unable to believe that he just gave you an orgasm, all because of him and him alone.)

Hinata and Nishinoya don't purposefully plow through women, but they're the type to bring a girl home every night they go to the bar or club with some buddies. Often they'll reach out about a more permanent relationship rather than just a one-night stand, but often a good fuck is all the women are looking for, anyways. And so, while they have a good amount of experience, the vast majority of it is while being inebriated - and so, the first time they fuck you (stone cold sober, unwilling to not be fully present for possibly the best moment of their lives), it's almost like a new experience all over again, simply because there's all these details and parts they don't remember doing all those nights. (It's not that they don't remember - they just never cared enough to pay so much attention to their hookup's nipples or finger them with such precision.)

Osamu and Hanamaki don't have a huge amount of experience, but they've each had a very serious girlfriend before you, and so they have extensive experience with the same woman. But you - you're different. You're prettier, smarter, sweeter, softer, lovelier, just better in every way, and they feel this sort of pressure to make sure that the sex is better, too. They're the type to ask you every few minutes if everything is still feeling good, just because sex feels so damn good for them, and they want to make sure it feels good for you, too. (If only so that you'll keep doing it, keep letting them touch and kiss and fuck you - all with that lovesick look in their eye, a blush on their cheeks, and an insistence on making sure you're coming until you're literally crying.)

There's a large variety, but these are the ones that wait the longest or the least - but regardless, sex with you is still something that excites them like they're some horny teenage boy, their pants always feeling uncomfortably tight when you're around, no matter how hard they try to will it away. You're just too perfect and pretty and sexy, and can they really be blamed? Besides, isn't it nice to have a man so eager for you, so ready to get on their knees and beg you to just give them a single chance to please you?

If anything, the persistence is endearing.

You only mentioned haikyuu, lovely anon, but I feel compelled to at least mention some of the late and early bloomers for the other fandoms I write for!

Those that wait the longest:

Kny: most of the cast because of their occupation and the time period, but especially Giyuu, Shinobu, Sanemi, Kokushibou, Akaza

Hxh: Kurapika, Knuckle, Machi, Feitan, Franklin, Illumi

Bnha: Aizawa, Enji, Stain, Shigaraki, Spinner, Hawks, All Might

Those that lose it pretty early on:

Kny: Uzui, Douma, Muzan

Hxh: Phinks, Uvogin, Morel, Shizuku, Nobunaga, Shalnark

Bnha: Hizashi, Dabi, Fatgum, Midnight

#yandere hxh #yandere haikyuu #yandere kny #yandere bnha #yandere mha #_lee discusses #_hxh #_haikyuu #_kny #_bnha #_all fandoms #_lee thirsts

[wyattjohnston]

need a little company - nick blankenburg

summary: morgan hasn't seen nick in years and her strongest memories of him are the crush he had on her in college. when he gets signed to columbus after years apart, morgan realises that maybe she should have given him a chance.

chapter word count: 3.8k

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Morgan made her way to the arena directly from work. She was definitely going to be overdressed but couldn’t imagine she’d be the only one showing up to the game directly from the office. She collected her tickets at will call and was horrified when it came accompanied with a neatly folded jersey. She knew what the number on the back would be without needing to turn it over. Instead of putting it on, she cradled the jersey to her chest as she made her way to her seat.

The person checking her ticket to make sure she was heading to the right seat looked her up and down before pointing her in the right direction, and Morgan only realised why when she walked down the stairs towards a group of impossibly attractive women and some very cute kids.

Nobody seemed to be expecting her, but there were plenty of greetings and waves as she found her seat and sat down with the jersey in her lap still folded.

The woman she was sitting next to shifted to face Morgan, a genuine smile across her face.

“I’m Maggie, Boone’s fiancée.”

Morgan inhaled, trying not to make it obvious that she was intimidated. She hadn’t been prepared to be sitting next to anybody with a connection to the team, much less to have the first introduction be arguably the most important person in the immediate area.

“I’m Morgan; Nick invited me.”

There was a brief pause, a slight head tilt, and then Maggie said, “Oh, I didn’t know Nick had a girlfriend.”

Morgan’s heart kicked against her ribcage, and her grip on the jersey tightened. She said, trying to remain steady, “He doesn’t. That I know of, anyway.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

“No, it’s nothing,” Maggie said, shaking her head and smiling again. “Welcome.”

She turned away from Morgan, who was still gripping the jersey tightly. She looked at Maggie’s profile and touched her arm to get her attention again.

“Please tell me what that ‘oh’ was for, or I’m never going to stop thinking about it.”

“The guys aren’t really supposed to invite their…” Maggie’s hesitation was noticeable and yet, when she kept speaking it wasn’t anything that showed she’d thought about her choice of words, “fuck buddies to this section.”

“Well. Nick didn’t. So. He hasn’t done anything wrong.” She knew she sounded petulant and annoyed; she just didn’t want to get Nick in trouble for something that wasn’t true. “We’re just friends.”

Maggie conceded silently with a brief nod and stood before Morgan could speak again—not that she had any intention of continuing the conversation.

She did manage to put the jersey on before the game started, acting normal as she slid it over her head even though her heart rate had definitely skyrocketed as she was doing so. Her heart was largely unimpacted by the game, though, a gruelling 4 goal loss to Carolina for Nick’s return which didn’t leave much room for excitement.

During the intermissions, the section cleared out, leaving Morgan sitting alone. It wasn’t until after the game that one of the other WAGs caught up to her and asked her if she needed help finding the Wives Room—the family room, she clarified when Morgan’s face unintentionally screwed up. She only considered the idea for a few seconds before declining. She had assumed that she would catch up with Nick after the game, but heading to the Wives Room felt very presumptuous. There weren’t even many people left in the section by the end of the game, which would only make her stand out more.

And yet, when she posed the question to Aleksandra—the woman who had stopped her, the wife of Elvis the Goalie—about where she should head to meet Nick, the only answer was the Wives Room.

As they made their way down, the last two stragglers amongst what had been the media and families rushing towards elevators, Aleksandra said quietly and discretely, “Don’t worry about Maggie, okay? And Nick won’t be in any trouble, I’ll make sure of it.”

Still wearing the 77 jersey and not intent on taking it off, Morgan waited to the side of the room and buried her head in her phone. The battery wouldn’t last much longer, and she had no idea how long it would take for Nick to emerge, but her phone dying was a better prospect than trying to have a conversation with a group of people who hadn’t given her the time of day.

Players came and went, though it was nobody Morgan knew, gathering their overtired kids and their equally exhausted wives. Nobody who had wandered over to Nick’s house since their reunion had any reason to collect anybody else.

Morgan wasn’t even sure she should be collected, but Nick told her to wait for him. He had managed to send her a text confirming that the family room was the best place for her to wait, which she was grateful for because she was already there when she’d sought the clarification.

She felt like she was going to be one of the last people remaining with how long Nick was taking, her phone on a very precarious six-percent battery, when he rushed into the room. Flustered, he walked straight towards her, not sparing a glance at anyone else.

“Sorry, sorry,” he said, breathing heavily. “I tried to get out quick and then the trainers wanted to make sure I was feeling alright.”

Morgan stood, dropping her phone into her bag, and let Nick’s hand move to her lower back as he guided her out of the room. She knew Maggie was still somewhere and didn’t want to know what her expression was at the sight.

“Are you?” Morgan asked as they walked through the concrete depths of the arena. “Feeling alright?”

He smiled, big and broad, “I feel great. Wish your first game was a better result, though.”

Morgan couldn’t help but agree out loud—the long-suffering fan in her wasn’t surprised by the loss, but that hadn’t stopped the small well of hope she’d had all day.

Nick’s hand didn’t leave her back until they were nearing his car in the parking garage. She missed it immediately.

Morgan had taken some time to consider what she would say when she spoke to Nick. The tweets had popped up on her timeline unexpectedly because she didn’t get a huge amount of Blue Jackets content, just the occasional post about Nick—it just so happened that the tweets she got that day about Nick were not as happy as they usually were.

She was feeling pretty level-headed when she called him after confirming he was free to talk, having reconciled that she was calling him as a concerned friend and nothing more.

“How was PT?” Nick asked instead of greeting Morgan when he answered. It was expected.

Her words fell out of her mouth before she could stop them, abandoning her attempts at being cool. “Should I be asking you that?”

“It’s nothing, Mo.” His bristling was easily conjured in her mind.

“So, the cast is a fashion statement?”

“Do you have a Google alert for me? How do you even know about that?”

“It was on Twitter,” she snapped defensively. “I know I don’t, like, have any right to know or whatever, but would you have told me? Before you got home?”

“I was going to tell you tonight. Say that we’re injury buddies again.”

“But I’m trying to get better. You’re apparently actively falling apart.”

“It’s just a sprain. It doesn’t look like I’ll play tomorrow, but maybe against Washington on Tuesday. Definitely after the break.”

After the break was two weeks away, Morgan knew that much. Enough time to make sure he didn’t aggravate whatever he’d done to it, at least, even if it made it sound a lot worse than he was making out.

Morgan stretched out on her couch, her phone on speaker beside her head, and answered questions Nick had about her PT appointment. There weren’t a lot of answers, not so soon, but she answered what she could and tried not to resent the PT for the digging he’d done around her knee. He’d tried to be gentle, but that didn’t stop it from aching.

“You can know whatever you want to know.”

Morgan’s brow pulled together as she tried to link Nick’s words together.

“What?”

“You said you don’t have the right but—I really was going to tell you. You can always ask. I know all about your knee.”

“Your family’s paying for that.”

“You wouldn’t tell me about it if they weren’t?”

And she would, was the thing. Her chest lightened, still, at Nick’s assurance.

Despite having just taken time off to rehab a broken ankle, the ten-day All-Star Break seemed to be impossible for Nick to manage.

He had, somehow, called Morgan even more often than normal, including one memorable day where he was grocery shopping and wanted to discuss the merits of broccoli versus broccolini. When Morgan told him she didn’t have any strong opinions on either, he invited her for dinner for the express purpose of a taste test.

The scattering of his teammates was the obvious reason he was losing his mind—even during the ankle rehab he’d been in and out of the arena to see the medical staff. All Star break meant no training, no practice and a very lonely Nick.

“You could have gone somewhere,” Morgan reminded him when he lamented about all the fun, warm weather activities he was seeing on Instagram and in the group chat.

He knew that, though, and had expressed regret that he hadn’t. Morgan ignored the half-teasing comments that followed–he wasn’t so sad about not leaving Ohio because it meant he got to spend even more time with her.

It was those sorts of things that had her heart beating wildly, thundering against her chest in an otherwise quiet room.

“I have an idea,” he said, unprompted, towards the end of the break.

“Okay?”

“In a couple weeks the team has a charity thing—the CannonBall—and I think you should come with me.”

Morgan froze where she was sitting on the couch, her body half turned.

“That’s, like, a gala?”

“Yeah. I mean, there’s a lot of denim being talked about, so it’s not black tie or anything but yeah.”

“And you want me to go?” she clarified. “With you?”

In the month since Morgan went to Nationwide to watch Nick play, no word had been uttered about her conversation with Maggie. Morgan hadn’t brought it up for fear that Nick would realise their relationship had verged out of platonic just enough for other people to ask questions. Nick didn’t mention it, presumably because Aleksandra had made sure he’d not find out.

“I can’t guarantee it’ll be fun, but you can hang out with the guys, maybe meet some of their girls. Taylah’s all the way out in Washington, and you don’t seem to do a lot that’ll help you make friends.”

Morgan’s eyebrow twitched at the accusation that she had no friends. At least not outside of Nick. And Kent. She would count Kent. It may have been true; she just didn’t need it laid out so plainly.

“Do I have to dress up?”

Nick perked up after having sunk a little at her eyebrow twitch. He pulled out his phone, saying he would find the email with the dress code. He’d been telling the truth when he said it wasn’t black tie, but she’d still have to find a dress and probably something denim to go with it if she couldn’t just find a navy-blue dress to wear.

Sadly, as a thought crossed her mind, Morgan said, “I won’t be able to wear my favourite heels.”

“You can be taller than me,” Nick said without pause. “I don’t mind. Think it’s kind of hot, to be honest.”

Morgan froze again, not a single breath leaving or entering her body as she met Nick’s eyes. He wasn’t embarrassed—he never was—and he didn’t appear to be second guessing what he’d said, just held eye contact without flinching.

“I—” Morgan inhaled. “I meant because of my knee but, um, that’s good to know.”

Nick broke their eye contact, just to look a little to the left of her head. His cheeks turned an impossible shade of red and, flustered, he cleared his throat.

“Right, yeah. No. Course.”

The Uber dropped them off at Morgan’s door, Nick adamant that he could walk back to his place, so only the one was necessary. Just like when he’d walked to hers so they could arrive together. The whole evening to that point had already felt like it was meant to be a date, Morgan hesitated at her front door while Nick waited at the bottom of the small staircase for her to get inside safely. He was watching her curiously, clearly moments away from asking if she was alright, probably to ask if she’d locked herself out, and Morgan let an intrusive thought win the battle in her head.

“Is there a reason you haven’t kissed me yet?”

Nick froze, Morgan was sure she could see the exact moment his brain short-circuited. She held back from saying anything, even if the slight shake in her hands would have been fixed by some nervous talking.

“What?” he asked, his voice thick, when his brain came back online. Partially, anyway.

“I don’t know… Sometimes it really feels like you will, but you never do, and I want to know if there’s a reason you haven’t.”

“Last time I told you I liked you didn’t go so well for me.”

“A lot has changed since then.” Morgan inhaled, shaky and nervous. “It’ll go better this time.”

Neither of them moved for a moment and Morgan was sure that was the end, that Nick wasn’t going to do anything with what she’d told him, and he would leave her on her doorstep, rejected and worried for the future of their friendship.

She was bringing herself to turn around, to walk inside and leave him standing on her doorstep when everything changed.

Nick cleared her small, three step staircase in one step, and Morgan held her breath as the space between them disappeared. The hand on her jaw was devastating enough; his mouth against hers was everything she’d wished it would be.

Her back was pressed up against the front door, her hands fisted tightly in the lapels of his coat as if he’d pull away the second she let go, and there were breathy moans coming from one of them. Both of them.

Her moans became a gasp when Nick managed to push his knee between her thighs—her dress was too long and in the way for it to feel as good as she wanted, and yet it was so close that she pulled him closer in a desperate attempt for more friction.

“Nick,” she gasped, reaching behind her with one hand so she could open her front door. The other hand didn’t leave his coat as she tried to pull him inside.

He didn’t move. His feet were firmly planted on the ground, and only his fingertips were brushing her jaw Morgan had moved so far away. She stepped back towards him, trying to pull him in for another kiss only to be stopped with a gentle hand on the side of her neck.

“Mo, I—Fuck. I have to go. I want to do this right and—”

“Don’t leave,” Morgan practically begged, her fist tightening even more, and she took another step closer. “You don’t have to.”

“Morgan, please,” Nick begged back, listing forward ever so slightly with his eyes drawn to her lips.

There was no mistaking that he would stay if she closed the gap. If she asked him again his resolve would crumble. She couldn’t bring herself to.

She relaxed her hand, flattening the new wrinkles and creases as best she could before she took a step back and inhaled a few steadying breaths.

“Call me in the morning? So, we can do this right?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry—I—”

“You’re making it a lot harder to let you leave. Go.”

Nick followed Morgan’s order swiftly, one nod, another small lilt forward before he was spinning around and slamming the door shut behind him.

Cold air had filled the doorway, and Morgan rushed to get inside to the proper warmth of her house. She kicked her flats off just inside the door as she simultaneously removed and hung up her coat. The skirt of her dress was still getting in the way, even without Nick around, and she knew she had to be rid of it as soon as possible.

Before she’d even reached her bedroom, the zipper was undone, and the straps were falling down her shoulders. She was already thinking about the comfiest t-shirt she owned, and any underwear that wasn’t the thong she was wearing.

It was why her entire body deflated when the doorbell rang. Entirely uncaring about her state, she trudged back to the front door to peek through the window with no intention of opening it for anyone.

Only.

Nick was standing on the other side, visibly bouncing and vibrating. Morgan had only just opened the door when he was inside, pressing her up against the wall and finishing what he’d started.

Whilst Morgan hadn’t woken up smiling, she certainly hadn’t stopped since Nick kissed the back of her shoulder and rolled out of bed, promising he wouldn’t be long. Morgan couldn’t contain her smile, and all she could think to do was bury her head under the covers and shake her head to release some of her excited energy.

“Hiding from me?” Nick asked, only a split second before he raised the covers. He was also smiling, and it got impossibly bigger when he saw her smiling up at him.

He was back in bed beside her, facing each other just as they had done many times before except there was nothing stopping her from brushing her fingertips across his cheekbones and feeling the shudder through his body that was pressed against hers.

“I’m so happy,” she admitted, breathless and carefree. “Maybe we should talk about it first, but I’m—you make me so happy.”

“I really wanted to do this right,” he told her dejectedly. “I don’t—I didn’t want it to be sex first.”

“Was it, though? I—it kind of feels like we’ve been dating since the first time I showed up at your house. Doesn’t it?”

His eyes moved rapidly, three months of memories seemingly flashing through his mind immediately. Morgan was thinking about them, too.

Nick’s hand gently reached out to touch hers, linking their fingers and resting them on his chest directly above his rapidly beating heart.

“This is what my chest feels like every time I think about you.”

She moved their hands over her own heart to show him that hers did, too.

Upon hearing that Nick’s family would fly out to California for the Blue Jacket’s road trip, Morgan had briefly toyed with the idea of joining them. Nick had asked if she wanted to join them, and then offered to pay for her costs, but Morgan couldn’t justify asking for the time off work. Nor could she justify crashing a family event so soon after she and Nick got together.

She ignored Nick’s comments about how she had been fine crashing Christmas.

Despite speaking with Nick every day, Morgan had yet to speak to him when he was with his family. It wasn’t intentional, just time zones making things incredibly difficult.

Which is why it took her by surprise when Nick FaceTimed her and asked if she wanted to meet Thomas Bordeleau before she was able to say anything at all.

“It’s nice to finally meet Nick’s stalker,” Thom said with the cockiest grin Morgan had ever seen on a human being. “Didn’t think he’d be the first one to get one. Thought for sure it’d be OP.”

“I didn’t realise that what I was doing was weird,” Morgan said defensively, inadvertently looking around the phone to see if she could get Nick’s attention. “I know now, but it’s way past the point of being relevant.”

Nick was the only one she felt the need to justify herself to; she hoped he hadn’t let Thom run away with the phone.

“Some fangirl out there is real fucking jealous of you for stalking your way into a relationship.”

“Yeah, alright,” Nick cut in before the line of conversation continued. “I asked if you wanted to meet her, not harass her.”

“Nice to meet you,” Thom continued, still with his cocky grin. “Heard a lot about you at UMich. Too much probably given you were long gone when I started. He’s been in love with you for years. Maybe he was the stalker all along.”

“You think you’re revealing secrets,” Morgan laughed, “but I know all about it.”

The ensuing conversation about Nick at college was enough for Morgan to drop her guard. Nick remained in the shot instead of letting Thom take up the entire frame, so Morgan felt comfortable enough to get swept up in it.

When it was clear the conversation was running out, Nick left Thom’s side and asked for a minute alone with Morgan. She waited patiently for him to be far enough away from Thom to say what he couldn’t in front of his friend, curious the entire time.

“Can I tell my family that we’re together?”

“You told Thom before you told your family?” Morgan asked, amused.

“We were talking about you, and it just kind of came out,” he told her, embarrassed. “I can’t believe I haven’t spilled it to my mom, yet. All she wants to talk about is you.”

Morgan’s heart swelled. “Nick, you can tell whoever you want. I’d love for your family to know.”

“Whole world?”

“If you want to tell the whole world, then I do, too.”

Nick called her later that night to tell her that he hadn’t told the whole world but had told his family. He had quoted his mom’s comments, and Morgan was in absolute disbelief.

“Your mom did not tell you that I can do better than you. There’s no way.”

“She told me that you could have any man you wanted, and they’d be lucky to have you and that I should be very happy you chose me.”

“Don’t tell your mom I said this,” Morgan whispered conspiratorially, “but she’s delusional.”

Nick’s laughter filled her ears, and his smile filled her screen.

It was unbearably cheesy to think, let alone say, but she truly did not believe it was Nick who was the lucky one.

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[writingsbychlo]

hi 🫧 if you have some spare time at some point, could you write Azriel headcanons in a modern world with reader? What would your hobbies and outings be? And if you have something +18 I will appreciate it too 👀

I loved your writing 💗💗 (I'm really shy, so I'll have to stay at anon, sorry 🙈)

please don't be sorry!! you're always more than welcome to stay on anon!!

modern!az definitely meets his girlfriend in one of those accidental ways and they're definitely friends first.

I think they probably meet through cassian, actually.

she goes to cassian's boxing gym but has never actually had the bravery to try boxing, she just uses the regular gym stuff.

and one day, a later night session, azriel and cassian are sparring in the ring.

azriel has had a rough day, like a really rough day, all his leads on his latest case fell through, he got a parking ticket while stopping to get coffee, the coffee order ended up being wrong, he forgot to set his washing off this morning so he didn't have the clothes he wanted, and he had to stop for gas at a place where it was like twice the price.

honestly, he's moody.

so, when he senses her watching them both, when he breaks for water, he doesn't really think about it when he whips around and just sort of glares at her.

because, he knows he's good at this, and logically, he knows he's attractive.

she hasn't seen his scarred hands inside of those gloves, or seen him up close.

she's just staring at him the same way a lot of women stare at him, when they just want a quick, hot fuck, and then to leave him, because as his ex told him many years ago, he's "got way too much baggage to be serious, and he's not the kind of guy she'd ever want to build a future with".

didn't matter that azriel had been looking at engagement rings, of course.

so, yeah, he snaps a little, and he hates himself for it instantly because he's not that guy, and the way you flinch a little at his tone when he says "can I help you?" makes him feel awful.

but before he can really calm himself enough to apologise, you're apologising, mumbling a soft "sorry" and leaving.

and he wants to go after you, but by the time he's made it out of the ring and down the steps, you're gone, gym bag bumping against your leg as you swipe your entry card and jog across the parking lot.

he feels like an ass, and cassian doesn't let it slide either

"dude, you had a bad day, I get it, but don't scare my patrons. I work hard to make this gym feel like a safe space, especially for women, so get your shit together, or don't come here to blow off steam."

and he knows cassian is right, he does work hard, even so far as to have women-only hours, where even he won't come in.

it's three days later when azriel sees you again.

he has been working later these last few days to catch up on that one day, making his workouts much later than usual, and there you are.

you keep your head down, particularly when you pass him by, and he knows you've already seen him.

you take the long route round to the changing rooms, walking all the way through the cardio section to avoid him.

he feels like crap again.

so, he waits til he's finished his workout, trying not to look like a creep as he watches you move between the equipment.

and when you're taking a break at the treadmill, he makes his move

"hey." he practically terrifies you with his sudden appearance. "I wanted to apologise for the other day."

"it's fine, I shouldn't have been staring, it was rude, and-"

"no, I'm rude, I shouldn't have snapped, I was having a bad day, you were just watching, you did nothing wrong."

"well, thanks." and then he lingers, because it still doesn't feel right. like maybe you're just saying it's okay because you feel like you have to. "it was very impressive."

"have you ever boxed?"

"I don't even look at that side of the gym. punching bags and high kicks and- wow. I mean, it all just looks terrifying. I wouldn't know where to start."

"I can show you some things, if you'd like?"

and that's where it starts.

he shows you a few things, and he actually finds he likes it, and so do you.

so you make a loose plan to do it again sometime. really one of those 'we should do this again sometime' comments.

the following week he sees you again, and he asks if you remember what he taught, you show him.

four days after that, he sees you again, and he shows you something new, and also gets your phone number.

you start meeting up for boxing lessons, because he finds it helps him on bad days to at least do something useful.

so, when those lessons end up getting a little more handsy and flirty, its really no surprise.

the first time he kisses you is by your car, in the middle of winter, after a lesson. a really good lesson, where you're both laughing and teasing out to the parking lot, and he can't take it anymore when you wish him a goodnight and he just wants to stay right there, in the freezing cold, talking to you all night, just being with you.

so he presses you back against your car, and leans in, letting his nose bumps yours because he's so sure you want this too, but he wants to give you a chance to pull away. you don't. he makes it one hell of a kiss.

your back pressed up against the cold car, his hands sitting hot under your jacket on the bare skin between your shorts and sports bra, breath clouding in the winter air between pants for breath, it's intense. just like him.

after that, azriel permanently shifts his schedule to nighttime workouts.

you would both workout together, spotting one another, practising boxing. when you get good enough, they'd become sparring matches, which was practically foreplay with all the teasing and gambling and trash-talking that would take place.

also, az is an active man. dates would consist of things like hiking, or activity adventures, or simply walks around the park.

he would also often make trips out of his work, the perks of being a bounty hunter private investigator meant being his own boss, nobody to tell him what to do.

so, whenever he had to go away for weekends/a few days, he'd always ask you to come with him. during the day, he'd track his mark and do his research, make calls, etc, but he'd plan times for dinners and sightseeing too.

there's a rule that he absolutely will not take you on stake-outs in person anymore. he'll call you and stay on the phone the whole time chatting, but an incident the one and only time meant he stays strong now.

the incident being that azriel couldn't keep his hands to himself, and you both nearly got arrested for fucking in the backseat of the car.

he missed his mark, had a ruined orgasm when you got caught, and had blue balls for hours afterwards until he could finally get you alone.

a very, very active sex life.

"we're done here, time to head home, baby."

"we haven't done cardio, yet."

"we're going to my place to do cardio."

"oh."

always up for trying something new. always.

you can't tell me he wouldn't have a box full of toys in his closet. this man would be kinky.

definitely tests your limits, but is also the king of aftercare.

likes you to stay over and always cooks you breakfast in the morning.

especially when it means he gets to smirk at the way your legs are still a little shaky when you stumble into the kitchen.

cooks shirtless, of course.

his biggest weakness, like, sends him weak in the knees, is when you trace the tattoos on his chest with your mouth.

he would crawl to you if you asked while doing that.

he is a 'flowers at every date' kind of guy.

even if that date is a date in, which is his preference. cooking together, or ordering takeout, watching movies or playing games or just generally being together.

if you come over during the day to work and you both sit in silence for hours doing your own work, he'll consider that a date.

modern!az would be very domestic.

despite all this, azriel always would keep things casual.

he never asks you about the future, he barely even clears a drawer for you in his dresser, you have a few things in a drawer with his stuff, and he never leaves things at your place.

after almost year, you start trying to push it. because, things are going great, you're wildly in love with him, and you can really see a future with him, but it seems like he doesn't want that.

so, you try to get him to meet your mom. it's casual, really, you bring it up over dinner one night.

"so, my mom's gonna be in town, I'm going to go to dinner with her, if you're free next thursday, you should join us."

you both know he's free next thursday, it's one of your dedicated workout nights, has been for over half a year now.

"eh, I don't think so. but, bring me something back." he doesn't even look up at you as he says it. and that hurts, he just dismissed you while scrolling on Instagram. you have no idea how much his palms are sweating, he's not even processed the last few posts he's seen, he's just randomly liking things in hopes he seems casual to you right now.

"seriously?"

"what?" now he looks up. he knows that tone. knows he's in trouble.

"unbelievable. I invite you to meet my mom, and you just say 'I don't think so', I mean, you can't even make up an excuse."

"I don't need any excuse! I just thought, you know, we don't really need to take that step. that's not.. us." and damn, if that doesn't sting you the most. azriel feels like he's swallowing acid as he says it, but he feels like someone gutted him where he stood at the look that takes over your face.

and you, you're staring at him. you want to scream 'why isn't that us? what do you mean? I love you, I want my mom to know about the man I tell her about!' but then it clicks. the extreme pain when your mind flickers back.

to the first time you'd told azriel you loved him, and he grabbed your face and kissed you.

to the second time, the same night, bundled up in his arms as he snapped his hips into yours in a way that made you so sure he felt the same as he held you, made you see stars, and he'd merely pressed his face into your neck and bit the spot that made you weak.

to the third time, when he'd just smiled bashfully, the eighth time when he just tapped the tip of your nose and laughed at the way you stole his ice cream, to the fifteenth time, to the twenty-second, all the way through to this morning, when you'd left his house, happy smile on your lips again and you'd whispered it at the front door.

"don't forget your scarf, can't have you getting a chill, pretty girl." was all he'd said. it meant so much at the time, like his way of telling you he loved you wasn't through words but actions.

now, you doubted it.

azriel had never once said he loved you back.

that realisation crushed you from the inside out, like something in your chest had snapped.

azriel didn't know what was going on inside of your head, but nothing made every single cell in his body feel like it was turning to rock-hard ice like watching that look take over your face. heartbroken, into understanding, into closed off. you were shutting him out, he didn't know why, what you were thinking, what he'd done, but you were putting up walls right before his eyes and he had no idea what to say or do to stop it.

"right, of course, you're right."

"what?"

"you're right, that's not us."

"it's not? I mean, it's not, right? we're not.. serious like that. we're just, I mean, what's happening right now?"

"nothing is happening." he could feel the double meaning behind your words, he just didn't know what it meant.

"okay.. well, I found a movie for us to watch on netflix while we have dessert."

"I actually have to go after dinner, I have some stuff to do in the morning."

and that, right there, is when azriel knows that whatever just happened ended everything. you never leave, you brought a bag, he knows you have spare clothes with you because you only ever bring the purple gym bag when you need extra space for the next day's clothes, and now you're leaving.

you never leave on an argument, you always work it out, even if you're still mad at him.

which is what tells him you're not mad at him, you're simply done.

he watches you leave exactly thirty-two minutes later, with the blasted purple gym bag over your shoulder, his heart aching in his chest.

you walk away from azriel thirty-two minutes later, feeling like a total idiot, with your heart breaking in your chest.

nine days later, you’re cautiously making your way through the iced-over parking lot, trying to work out exactly how to explain to your mom that the man you were so sure was the one is now gone, when only a week ago you were fawning on the phone, heart-eyed and utterly stupid.

there’s a host waiting at the stand, smart pressed waistcoat and a smile, and when you tell him the name of your reservation, he frowns a little. 

“sorry, ma’am, we already seated that booking?”

“I’m sorry?”

“well, two people already arrived. we seated your booking. do they know you’re coming?”

“uh, it’s my booking, my name.” producing your ID from your pocket, he checked it, cheeks tinting a little.

"my apologies, ma’am. it’s really no trouble, it’s a table for four, so I’ll just grab another menu, and I’ll take you over.”

he did just that, wandering away to collect another selection of menus, before motioning you to follow him. you did. 

your mom brought a date? and didn’t tell you? at least someone was happily in love, then.

except, it definitely wasn’t your mother’s date when you rounded the corner on the second floor to your table.

hazel eyes met your own, and you froze, stumbling a little in your smart heels as your sights locked with bright hazel eyes. 

azriel lifted his water glass to his lips, taking a deep and nervous gulp, but never looking away.

you shuffled a little closer to the table, and when you finally made it close enough for your mother to notice your appearance, azriel’s chair scraped across the floor loudly. he stood.

as though sensing the tension, the host placed your menus down neatly in the chair beside azriel’s, promising to send a waiter over to take a drinks order soon.

“hi, baby,” you croaked out the word roughly, the petname feeling oh-so-wrong on your tongue, and oh-so-right at the same time. “I didn’t think you were going to make it.”

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” there was something raw in his voice when he spoke, and you simply nodded. he shuffled forward again, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, before you were slipping your coat from your shoulders. he took it from you, always such a gentleman, one of the reason you fell for him, and laid it with his own and your mother’s over the spare chair. he pulled your chair out for you as you sat down.

“okay, okay, I see you trying to act reserved because your mother is here. I’m going to nip to the bathroom, give you two a moment.”

she winked, before getting up from the table to leave, having no idea just what she was leaving you in. utter silence took over as she walked away.

azriel pushed a bouquet of flowers towards you, twisting a little in his seat.

“these were for you, but, uh, when I got here you were running late and I was intending to apologise, but, your mom didn’t seem to know we were.. so, I said they were for her, but..”

“I hadn’t told her yet, hadn’t really worked up the courage to do so.” he only nodded, licking over his lower lip. “if you don’t mind, could you stay tonight? just, for the dinner now, and then in a few days, I’ll tell her it didn’t work out. I don’t want to spend the whole dinner with her questioning me, and-”

“or, you don’t tell her anything at all.”

“what?”

you finally looked up at him, having felt his gaze burning into the side of your head until you met it.

“I miss you.”

“azriel..”

“no, I miss you like I have never missed anyone or anything before. I miss you and it’s like I can’t breathe. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can’t do anything, because every time I remember you’re not there, you’re not coming back, it feels like something inside of me dies.”

“why are you here?”

“because you invited me, and I wanted to meet your mother.”

“you didn’t want to when I asked you!”

“yes, I did!”

your brows furrowed, and azriel lifted a hand, resting it over your cheek. you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning into it a little bit. “last time I let myself love someone even half as much as I love you, I got hurt so bad I thought I’d never be whole again.”

your throat burned, the words he’d finally spoken rattling around the inside of your skull, ringing in your ears. 

“so, what changed?”

“you did. I had put up so many walls that when you were fixing everything, when you were doing and being everything I wanted, I couldn’t see it. I was so sure you were going to leave me, and so I figured it would hurt less if I never let you get that close. but you did get that close, you’re under my skin, running through my mind, living in my heart. so, I love you, and if you still love me, I think we should kiss and make up, because I’m going through withdrawals from your love, baby.”

“that last bit was so cheesy.” you whispered, eyes flicking down and lingering on his lips, which twisted into a smirk before you looked back up. he smoothed his thumb over your cheekbone, urging you a little closer.

“say you still love me.”

“you were an asshole.”

“yeah, I was. say you still love me.”

“you’re here.”

“yeah, I am. say you still love me.”

“I love you, azriel.”

“I love you, baby.”

and his lips brushed yours, once to tease, a second time to linger, and then he pressed his mouth firmly against your own. your sigh matched his, the feeling of pure bliss racing through your veins, a feeling you’d missed so much finally coming crashing back down. it was like you’d been cold for days, cold since the moment you left him, finally warm again.

“I missed you so much.” his words were mumbled into your mouth, softly between needy kisses, the hand on your cheek slipping down to rest on the back of your chair, the other slipping down to under the seat, your chair scraping on the floor as he pulled you closer to him. “don’t ever leave me again, think I was going insane.”

placing a hand on his chest, you pushed him back just enough to take a proper breath and catch his eye.

“trust me, azriel, I am not going anywhere. you.. you’re it. I know you’ve been hurt, you don’t have to tell me the ins and outs of it, but just know, I’m in it with you, all of it. it’s us, always. I just need you to trust that, trust that I love you and I want you, all of you, and we’ll make everything else up as we go.”

he only nodded, blinking away the shine that took over his eyes, and resting his forehead against yours, noses brushing lightly.

“oh, to be young and in love again.”

you jerked apart as your mother sat back down, staring between you both like she knew everything and nothing all at once.

maybe she did. you didn’t care, you were simply happy about having them both here. azriel’s hand smoothed down your arm lightly where it sat on the table, linking your fingers together, and squeezing.

it was a promise, that this was it, now. from now on, it was the two of you, together.

“so,” your mother started, leaning conspiratorially across the table. “I want to hear all about how you two met.”

#azriel x reader

[vigilxnte]

Daryl Dixon × !Reader

On the bonnet of his car

In an apocalyptic world, there's no time to so the dirty. But the second daryl gets to eat you like cheese cake, he takes his chances.

⚠️CW- Heavy Smut, PinV, Squ!rting, smut, smut and more smut⚠️

Give me ideas of what do next guys, up for anything and everything xx

He grabbed her under the shoulders throwing her against the bonnet of the car, 7 weeks into the apocalypse there hasn't been time for fucking the shit out of a women. But now, now he had time. Y/N lay flat against the hood waiting for daryl to devour her. "Are you gonna be gentle?" Y/N asked in a whined sarcastic tone as he ran his hand up her inner thigh.

"Nah" he said in his quiet raspy tone, climbing on top of her. Her face filled with glee. Once his face met hers he smiled devishly at her innocent face. She felt him grow hard against her tight, covered pussy, as he made his way down, pulling at her blood soaked cargos, gasping as the air hit her legs, soon warmed by daryls hands once again making there way to remove the final layer of clothing.

She sat up in an instant to remove dixons cloths, grasping at them like a walker. Removing his ripped pants to see his hanging cock blowing in the breeze watching as he grew, she pulled him above her desprate for his touch. His cock now pushed up again her wet opening. She was filled with lust as she heard the heavy breathing exhale from daryl. With one slow thrust she felt as each inch of his length forced its way inside her, making her wriggle with joy. She heard daryl whimper with lust as he took each thrust into her. He began a rythem, with each thrust making her shiver in pleasure. He moved his hand up her body to grab her tits, his other moving against her cunt. She gripped his arm tightly as she grew close. He knew that. He gavee her what she wanted. A few grunts and growns were exchanged between the two before she finally climaxed with him deep inside her. He looked down to see her throwing her head back in extacy grinning at her as she looked at him deeply as he continued to thrust, making her overwhelmed. He pulled out of her dripping pussy smiling at the pleasure he gave her, but it wasn't enough for him. He wanted more. He moved his head to meet her soaking wet opening and placed his tounge on her clit. As he began to move his tounge around her he placed his fingers inside her increasing the pleaser. She thrusted once again into a rythem becoming closer and closer to release. He was ready. A jet of liquid pushed its way into his mouth as she moaned with pleasure slamming her head against the windscreen. He immediately stopped, put his pants pn and left her to dry in the wind.

Looking back he smirked at you "Good girl for daddy aren't you, Y/N

#daryl fanfiction #twd daryl #daryl dixon #the walking dead daryl #daryl x reader #the walking dead

[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

I was already scared about the next Captain America movie, but now realizing that Sam hasn't even been mentioned in like 4 years when HE IS CAPTAIN AMERICA,, now I'm terrified. I don't want them to destroy another of my favorite characters, we suffered enough with Loki Wanda and Stephen's bastardization. Sam is such a good man and deserves so much more

also kinda out of topic, did they seriously made Carter say that shit about little girls in Russia?? When Natasha exists???? It's way too specific, like a jab at Natasha for ??? some fucking reason I guess

I hate to be the bearer of bad news but unfortunately, yes, they said this in the episode:

Why? No fucking reason, that's why.

She has no story and no arc of her own, so the writers need to claim everybody loves her and admires her in order to convince the audience to fall for her. You know, like Sylvie in the Loki series. These writers don't care about these women, they do the bare minimum and then count on the fans to shout "misogyny!" at those of us who complain about their terrible work with them.

It's a vicious cycle but some fans think kissing the ass of every female character = feminism, when in truth what they're doing is kissing the ass of the same writers who can't be arsed to write those women well. They're not kissing the ass of a fictional woman who doesn't exist, they're looking at those writers and telling them "you don't care about female characters and we love you for it" and calling that feminism. It's bonkers.

Other female characters in Marvel deserve this much attention if not more. Why not give it to them? Hell, I'm pretty sure we would all love to see Layla again, for instance. What about Sharon? Or Maria Hill. I wouldn't mind a What If with Carol or Valkyrie or more Wanda...

I'm definitely worried about Sam too, especially when it's Spellman (same guy as TFATWS) the one writing him. He was never given too much focus but at least the movies gave us enough that we could see he's a good man. The problem is I don't know if we're going to get something akin to TWS (so, the focus on Sam and some supporting characters showing up occasionally) or another CW (a team-up movie where the title character is sidelined.).

Sam was given the shield in 2019. It's 2024 already. And no cameos, no mention of him, nothing. When Steve was part of the franchise non-stop for a decade.

#anti peggy carter

[teaveetamer]

How does Raxis's orientation, gender, and skin color matter? And why does yours matter?

Why does me being a queer woman matter when a cishet white man accuses me of being queerphobic and misogynist?

Assuming you're the anon Ezra keeps getting who is complaining about us pointing out his age (since I got this right after I reblogged one of those), you probably read his blog right? Considering Raxis claims to be such a great progressive ally and co-opts all that progressive language, I'd think people who follow him would understand why this is so important?

Okay, I'll be very clear, cut because this got long, I'm not repeating it ad nauseum after this post.

His gender, sexual orientation, and race wouldn't matter if he hadn't made it matter. Raxis is not only a bully, he's a bully who constantly appropriates the language of social justice. My very first direct interaction with him was literally me calling his ass out for using the murder of Roe v. Wade as a bludgeon to win a fandom argument. Which happened, like, right the fuck after that decision came down and most women in America were fucking traumatized from literally having our rights stripped from us. And I wish our relationship ended at that "apology" but he hasn't changed and he keeps doing it.

He is the one who consistently accuses me (and other women) of being misogynistic and having internalized misogyny. He is the one who consistently accuses me (and other queer folk) of being queerphobic. He is the one who accuses BWIIDT (who is mixed race) for being out of line for thinking Cap (another white man!) has written racist elements into his fic (unintentionally or not). He consistently uses our oppression as a justification for why it should be okay for him to bully us.

If you are going to use our identities as part of your justification for harassing us, then we have every right to point out that these are identities that we hold and you don't. We have every right to point out that the opinions of a cishet white man about misogyny, queerphobia, racism, etc. do not matter as much as ours because you have never fucking experienced it like we have.

The role of allies is to amplify voices in spaces where we are not respected (e.g. with other cishet white men), not to lecture marginalized people for being "bad queers" or "bad women" from your throne of privilege.

It's especially fucking slimy because he pretends to be super progressive live and in concert, but when he slinks back to his buddies he laughs at us for being upset about being misgendered:

(Yes because you repeatedly misgendered me for months and only started correcting yourself and your anons when I called your shit out. You are literally "the misgendering type" but it's cute how you tried to act like I was being unreasonable for wanting the basic human respect of being referred to by my proper pronouns)

Accuses us of trying to hide behind "identity politics" when we're talking about the fucking oppression we face:

(Always a great sign when a cishet white man accuses queer women of "trying to use identity politics as a shield" when they're talking about their own fucking oppression. An even better sign when a cishet white man brags about "out identity-politicking" queer women when they're telling you to stop fucking throwing their oppression back in their faces. Whining about "identity politics" whenever marginalized groups try to voice anything is frankly such an alt right dogwhistle in itself at this point and I genuinely hope he's just not aware of it.)

Bullies queer women on his side who disagree with him and try to say basically exactly what I'm saying right now. That straight men can't appropriate the language we use to describe our oppression:

(usernames censored for the privacy of those being harassed and those not participating in harassment. This conversation has so much fucking more btw holy shit.)

Accuses me, specifically, of being "desperate to be a victim". I'll remind you I quite literally tried to give him grace despite him consistently using my oppression as a bludgeon to win stupid fucking fandom arguments and harass people (see also, the link above about me calling him out for the Roe v. Wade thing):

(Yes, Raxis, I fucking loved pouring my heart out about how my dad would kick me out for being queer and how I've faced sexual harassment. Tee hee. I'm having soooooo much fun "being a victim". I don't 'argue', I tell you, because your horrible treatment of people and my feelings about it are not up for debate.)

And engages in racist behavior like calling being black a "multiplier" to deflect from criticism and mocking a WoC when she posts about how racism upsets her.

(Yes Raxis, WoC tend to get "big mad" and "suffer" when they encounter racism, you ghoul. Before you ask, the blacked out part just wasn't relevant to the conversation.)

And this is just the stuff I got out of a quick keyword search because I don't want to expend that much energy on this. God only knows what else is buried in there.

This tells me you aren't actually an ally. You're an "ally" when it's convenient for you or when you think it'll make you look good, but your allyship is conditional, and the second you're "crossed" by someone you claim to champion you throw their trauma back in their faces. Not even your supposed friends are safe from it, so what chance did we have of not getting harassed by you?

"But there's queer women in the Edelgard fandom who like him!" Okay? So he can't be engaging in harmful shit just because he has a queer friend? When has "I have a [blank] friend" EVER been an actual good faith defense against criticism? News flash, we're not a monolith, and just because some women and queer folk might like you or even agree with you doesn't mean you get to tell me how I should respond to my own fucking oppression. It is not your place to accuse me, a fucking queer woman, of having "internalized misogyny" or "internalized homophobia" every time I say something you don't personally like.

Frankly, from what I've seen of their server, it's less "queer women like him" and more like "queer women are too afraid to say anything against him" because whenever they try he cries to his pro-genocide mod buddy (THAT is a whole fucking story) who threatens to ban them.

And I'm not going to add these screenshots because I feel icky airing her personal business like that so explicitly, but I do have them. The woman involved in the censored screenshots above posted, in the server, about how unsafe she felt because she'd been threatened and silenced by cishet men for trying to talk about queerphobia. She left the server entirely after that.

And let's not forget what started this: he's thirty five years old and in many cases he's pulling this shit on people who are significantly younger than him. Exceeding a decade his junior in some cases. I point that out primarily for the power dynamic inherent to that. Not only is he privileged on the basis of race, gender, and orientation, he's fully developed and he knows what he's doing. He has the privilege of age and experience.

Fuck dude, he started going after some folks on Tumblr when they were still like? 18? 19? Not children, but fucking close.

I'll be very explicit because I know he's going to take this and try to accuse me of ageism, because that's what he always does when he gets called out for appropriating the language of social justice: you are a fucking adult. You have been an adult the entire time you have been in this fandom. As an adult, it's your job to be a fucking adult in these situations. Not to verbally abuse and harass inexperienced teens and early 20 somethings because they don't agree with your video game opinions. You are a grown ass 35 year old man man who thinks he's cool because he can "beat up", "cow", and "bitch slap" teenagers and early 20 somethings who are still developing, figuring themselves out, and learning how to express themselves in an articulate manner. Many of whom are already dealing with varying levels of actual trauma based on their upbringings (abusive, hateful, uncaring, or just generally unpleasant environments) or how they've been treated because of their identity (race, class, gender, sexual orientation, mental health, disability, sometimes multiple all at once) or both. That is why I keep bringing up your age.

It is quite possibly the single most embarrassing thing I have seen someone in fandom brag about. Not even just because you did it, Raxis, but because you're proud of it and you genuinely think it makes you look cool. It's embarrassing. You're embarrassing yourself.

#inb4 he accuses me of ageism #or one of his other old standbys he does to try and deflect criticism #Like the suuuuuuuper helpful anon who tells him how great and progressive he is #Or the good ol' 'accuse the eDeLcRiTs of any random baseless shit in the hopes my followers will think theyre worse than me #Heck maybe his buddy will run in to defend his honor like the last few times and then ignore me when I call them out for sending me threats #try a new tactic im bored of doing this same song and dance every time #or better yet why dont you just leave people alone when they ask you to?