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[obsessedelusional]

Your Pretend Boyfriend

paring ✦ Eddie Munson x reader

summary ✦ You back from college, visiting during thanksgiving break. Jason Carver has always liked you the feelings not mutual. So when you catch him harassing Eddie you pretend to be his girlfriend. What happens with your pretend boyfriend? CONTAINS SMUT

word count ✦ 3,200ish

authors note ✦ BRO I’m almost to 300 followers and 5000+ likes omg y’all are tooooo sweeet to me hope y’all enjoy this

masterlist ✦ PART TWO

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The sound of your someone calling for you takes your gaze away from your phone. Looking up expecting to see your best friend. The two of you had plans to meet at this restaurant to catch up. You were in town visiting during thanksgiving break.

To your dissatisfaction it’s none other than Jason Carver. You groan annoyed knowing where this was headed. You’re parents were close and they always rooted for the two of you to end up together. Not a single part of you wanted anything to do with him. He was a few years younger than you. Also the worst human being on planet earth.

“You visiting for break?” He smiles leaning on the wall where you’re standing.

“Yup.” You say with no emotions, giving your full attention on your phone. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of giving him any attention.

“What brings you here?”

“Meeting someone.” You answer eyes still on your phone, scrolling on something random. Pretending to be busy.

“Who?” He ask curiously.

“Can we skip to the part where you say something nasty, I tell you to fuck off and then you leave me alone?” You spit out, disregarding his previous question.

“We should hookup while your in town, give you some good ol dickin’ down. I’m sure those college boys can’t fuck you like I would.” There it is.

“For the millionth time that will never happen.” You respond, desperately waiting for your friend to arrive.

“Sheesh have you’ve always been such a bitch?” He laughs. When you don’t respond Jason walks off deflated.

You pray that is the end of that. Only for him to find his next victim. A curly headed boy you definitely remember, Eddie. It’d be hard to forget someone like him. Jason hated him, for whatever reason which made you gravitate towards him. You two were never all that close only exchanging hellos in the hallways. Occasionally bonding over your hatred of Jason. More than once telling Jason to leave their group alone.

Just as your deep in thought, thinking about Munson your phone dings. It’s the friend you were waiting for, she’s canceling on you. Her two year olds sick and can’t make it. You sigh out loud annoyed but understanding, typing a quick response.

You’re attention goes back to Eddie and Jason. Eddie was sat by himself, probably waiting for someone. Jason is giving him shit for being at a restaurant all by himself. It crosses your mind for a second and before you can realize how bad this idea is your on your way to Eddie’s table.

“Hey babe,” You smile greeting Eddie, confusion immediately spreads across his face. You mouth ‘just go along with it’ as you sit down next to him, careful so Jason doesn’t see. You plant a small kiss on his cheek, his confusion turns to a grin.

“Hey princess,” His arm slings around your shoulder. The pet name sends a heat through your body, you quickly push that away. You look up to Jason who’s slack-jawed.

“There’s no fucking way.” He whines.

“What?” You ask playing dumb.

“There’s no fucking way you two are dating.” Jason responds.

“We’ve been dating for six months, right babe?” You ask nuzzling yourself deeper into Eddie’s embrace.

“Almost seven.” He smiles, proudly.

“We actually have you to thank for that. Bumped into each other, bonded over our dislike for you. Been inseparable since.” You laugh because Jason looks pissed making this so worth it. He goes to speak but can’t get anything out, obviously frustrated.

“We’re gonna have a quick little lunch. Then head back to his place so he can give a good ol dickn’ down. That’s what you called it right?” You watch as Jason’s eyes go wide, full of pure disgust before running out of the restaurant. Once he’s out of hearing range you start erupting out in laughter, Eddie joining you.

“That was amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so speechless.” Eddie talks catching his breath from laughing so hard.

“I can’t stand him. He’s been up my ass for as long as I can remember. Saw the opportunity and took it.” You respond, looking over to Eddie’s who’s arm still rests on your shoulder. He notices you noticing and pulls away.

“You don’t have an actual girlfriend right? Otherwise this’d be kinda awkward.” You ask.

“Yeah actually I do.” Unknowingly your face falls, upset that he does.

“We met six months ago been inseparable since.” He teases, you roll your eyes realizing what he means. A silence falls over you two and you can’t help but feel like you’ve overstayed your welcome.

“I’ll leave you be. Thanks for participating in my antics.” You smile standing up from the table.

“I just got myself a girlfriend I ain’t letting you so quick.” You turn to face Eddie.

“We’ve been dating for all of five minutes and it’s the best relationship I’ve ever had.” He smiles, motioning for you to sit back down. Your intrigued so you sit down, this time on the other side of the booth.

“Are you sure? Someone’s not gonna show up and be upset I’m here?” You ask, seriously not wanting to impose.

“Don’t worry about it. Plans canceled.” He shoots you a smile before pulling his phone out, typing away for a moment.

“You really don’t have to do that.”

“Hang out with my beautiful older college girlfriend? Whom I only see during school breaks. Or hangout with my friends I see everyday at school? Uhhhh I think I’ll choose my girlfriend.” His words bring a cheesy grin to your lips.

“Okay I guess I can stay and enjoy lunch with my boyfriend.” You sigh, pretending like it’s an inconvenience for you. In reality your happy, your plans fell through and now your sat across from a long haired tatted hottie.

“How old are you? Not trying to catch a case.” You tease almost positive he’s of legal age. Better safe then sorry.

“19.” He responds between laughing at your joke.

—

Lunch with Eddie was amazing, part of you grateful your friend canceled on you last minute. You feel an instant connection, not wanting the date to end quite yet. The two of you are walking out of the restaurant, hand in hand. Your brain scrambling for an excuse to prolong this date.

“So what was that comment you made about a good ol dickin’ down about?” Eddie asks and almost immediately it’s like a light bulb goes off your head.

“Jason’s been trying to make the moves on me since forever. Just before I joined my boyfriend our date he offered to do that me.” You laugh, you’re not sure where you two are headed just following Eddie’s lead.

“You and Jason, you never?”

“Never ever.”

“That’s crazy. I remember rumors went around about the two of you dating all the time.” He says, processing this new information. Jason Carver wanted you yet you were her with Eddie. He was excited by that thought but at the same time puzzled.

“Started by him. He made my high school experience hell.” You admit.

“Same here.” He sighs, you two reaching his van. Realizing this is where the date either continues or ends.

“Should we keep our story going?” You ask. Noticing Jason sat in his car with his friends, he’s watching the two of you. If he wants to watch, you’d give him a show. Mostly for own selfish desires.

“What?” He asks so you nod in the direction of Jason car full of jocks, watching Eddie’s gaze move from you to them.

“I told Jason we’d have a little lunch and then go your place where’d you give me a good ol dickin’ down.” You cringe at the usage of Jason’s phrase. Eddie’s attention whips back to you because of the words coming from your mouth.

“Gotta make it believable, right?”

“Yeah.” He says. Eddie is hesitant not because he doesn’t want to but because he can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic. You push him towards his van, his back hitting it makes a loud thud. If they weren’t looking they are now.

You get closer, closing the gap between you two. Reaching for his hair, running your fingers through it. You had been wanting to do this since you sat at his table. Wishing he’d call you princess again.

“Is this okay?” You ask to which Eddie nods eagerly. Without missing a beat you kiss him. Softly at first, testing the waters. Eddie melts into your touch, his hand reaching around sliding his hands in your butt pockets. He pulls you closer into him, squeezing your ass in the process. Causing you to let out a little gasp surprised by his bravery. He smiles mid kiss only making you want more. The kisses becoming more aggressive, the wetness starting to pool in your panties.

“Get a fucking room, freaks!” Jason yells and then the sound of tires screeching past you two startles you momentarily. You pull away, grinning. Eddie’s eyes are closed, the biggest smile on his face.

“Still don’t think it’s believable enough.” You say, sighing your tone suggestive.

“Really?” Eddie asks, sounding confused.

You roll your eyes, “Your beautiful older college girlfriend wants a good ol dickn’ down.”

“You.. want me to-” He stutters, stopping before you finish for him.

“I want you to fuck me.” His dick twitches in his jeans because of the six words that came out of your mouth.

“Do you want that?” You ask.

“Yes.” He gulps, excited for what’s coming. Hopefully him soon. He opens the car door for you, you climb inside disregarding the fact that you drove yourself here. Your horny brain fogging your mind deciding in the moment you’d figure it out later.

This wasn’t like you, you never hooked up with someone so shortly after getting to know them. You couldn’t help but feel like something about this situation was different. Eddie was different, like a good different.

It’s a very short but also painfully long drive to his home. Eddie’s never been so thankful for his uncle to be out of town, couldn’t of picked a better time to leave him home alone. The drive is mostly silent, filled with music and stealing glances at each other.

As soon as Eddie parks at his home he’s out of the car running to your door, letting you out. He grabs your hand leading you to the front door. Where he struggles for a few moments to find the right key. Once inside, he shuts the door behind you before facing you. His hands press firmly on your ass to lift you, your legs straddling his body. This time he’s the one to initiate the kiss, carrying you to wherever. You didn’t care as long as Eddie was there.

For a moment your startled when he drops you on his bed. Your allowed a quick glance around his room, taking it in before you look up to see Eddie. He’s shirtless now and his shoes are missing. So you follows in his steps ripping your shoes off. When you go to take your shirt off he stops you with a intense kiss before doing it himself, then unhooks you bra exposing your bare chest.

He pulls away to take in the view, “Fuck you’re beautiful.”

Eddie smashes his lips on yours pushing you back into the bed before kissing down you neck only to stop at your nipple. The sensation is enough for you to let out a sweet moan slightly arching you back into him. Mouth still attached to you while his hands are busy unbuttoning your pants, pulling them down quickly along with your panties.

You curse your self for not wearing something sexier but you had no idea this where’d you be today. Part of you embarrassed you haven’t shaved in a while. Your worries are immediately put at ease when he spreads your thighs, letting his head rest between them.

“Beautiful.” Her murmurs before placing a sugary kiss on your clit, sending a shockwave through your body. His tongue begins rubbing against your bud. Without thinking your hands find his hair, pushing him deeper between your folds. Your head falls back, moans leaving you lips. When you think it can’t get any better, he slips a long strong finger in your pussy. Pumping into you the same pace as his tongue that is still toying with your clit.

“More please-“ You whine and Eddie listens adding another finger, stretching you out. Your a mess under his touch. Never once has a man prioritized your pleasure. You’ve become masterful at giving yourself orgasms. The feeling of it being at the hands of someone else unfamiliar. A good unfamiliarity.

“Fuckk- Eddie I’m..” Your words turn into strangled moans, a tightness growing in your stomach. Your breath hitches as you pulsate on his thick fingers, your eyes rolling back as you come undone. Your busy riding out your high but the feeling of his fingers leaving you brings you back down to reality. His laps up your juices one last time before speaking.

“Mm so sweet.” Eddie purrs sucking on his own two fingers that were covered in your juices. They leave his mouth with a popping sound as he sits up in the bed.

“My turn.” You say barley audible sitting up reaching for the button on his jeans. Wanting nothing more than to wrap your lips around his cock. He stops your hands causing you to look up to Eddie, you cant help but pout.

“I don’t think I’ll last long with your pretty lips sucking me off right now. Next time, okay?” You nod smiling at the thought there’d be a next time. Eddie kisses you pushing your head back onto the bed. Only pulling away to pull his pants off and grab a condom from his bed side table. You watch intently as his pulls down his boxers, revealing his cock. You let out a gasp as it hits his stomach, never once had you seen one this big. Eddie smiles at your reaction while unwrapping the condom. Slowly rolling it over the tip of his dick and down the entirety of his hard length.

Eddie gets back on top of you, spreading your legs. He lets the tip rest on you swollen clit before dragging it down to your hole. Slowly, inch by inch you adjust to his size. He bottoms out, you let out a whimper because you’ve never felt fuller. He uses his hands to lift your thighs up so he can get better angle before starting a slow motion. Pumping in and out of you at a painfully slow pace, only making you desperate for him to pick up the pace.

He leans down to your level, his head resting in the crook of your neck. Your chest being flattened by his. One hand rests at the back of his neck, tightening in his hair and the other hands digs into his back as he bucks his hip harder into you. He’s thrusting harder but you desperately need him faster.

“Faster- please.” You say and it comes out as a whine. You get exactly what you want because he pushed up so he can see you before recklessly pounding into you cunt faster than before. He guides your hands so you can hold your own legs up, using his free hand to find your clit running circles around it sloppily.

“How does that feel princess?” He grunts between thrusts, his finger still playing with your bud. You can’t help but smile at the pet name. He finally said it again. When you don’t respond he rocks his hips harder and you start feeling that tightening in your stomach again.

“Fuck.” You cry out, knowing you’re about to cum for the second time. The sensation of your pussy throbbing on his cock as you get closer to finishing nearly sends him over the edge but he’s determined to make you cum again. His fingers work more tactically on your clit which is just enough to have you gushing on his dick.

“Good girl.” He groans. Not even a second later he’s cumming inside the condom, inside you. Suddenly wishing that thin little layer of latex wasn’t there so you could feel his seed coat your inner walls. He kisses you sweetly one last time before pulling out and falling next to you. His chest heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath. You rest on his chest, listening to his heart beat.

“Was that believable?” He asks, out of breath.

“What?” You ask confused to drunk on dick to comprehend.

“Was that a good ol dickin’ down?” He laughs. You roll your eyes before nodding your head, yes.

—

The next two weeks we’re spent under and on top of Eddie Munson any chance you got. Dreading the fact that when break came to an end you’d have to head back to school. It was a three hour drive from Hakwins. You just got Eddie and couldn’t imagine having to let go so soon.

Eddie was so grateful Wayne left for the two weeks during thanksgiving break. He had a whole two weeks of uninterrupted time with you. He tried hard no to think about the fact you’d be leaving him in a short time. If he thought about it too much he’d upset himself, usually pushing the thoughts away focusing on the time he did have with you. So to say he was surprised when you invited him to have thanksgiving dinner with your family would be an understatement.

When you found out Eddie would be spending thanksgiving day alone you didn’t hesitate to invite him. Your heart felt for him when he admitted he never really celebrated holidays with Wayne always working. You were determined to make it perfect.

Explaining to you parents why this random dude was coming over on thanksgiving dinner was the hardest part. Only for Eddie to introduce him self as your boyfriend of seven months. They look at you like ‘what the fuck’ to which only caused you to laugh. Cursing yourself for not get your stories straight. More than happy to continue the bit but wished you could of prepared better.

“So how’d you two meet them?” Your father asks curiously. You both say different answers. You blurt out high school and he says you two met at a restaurant.

“We’ll we went to high school together, knew of each other. Ran into each other at Danny’s Dinner and hit it off.” You explain further, their faces telling that they don’t believe anything coming out of your mouth. They never question any further, thankfully.

—

Todays the dreaded day. The day you leave for college. You had already said your goodbyes to your family. Deciding what time you had left would be spent with Eddie. The two of you had just finished fucking for possibly the last time. Your brain had been heavily worried about what would happen when you left. It’s now or never, you need to ask him.

“I’m gonna miss you.” Eddie sighs. You sit up to face him, he’s laid in bed looking at the roof.

“I’ll miss you too. What are we doing?” You ask, trying to read his reaction. He looks at you with a smile.

“I don’t know about you but I’ve been faithfully committed to you for the last seven months.” He teases.

“I’m being serious Eddie.” You groan.

“Me too, princess.”

“So we are-?” You start to ask and he interrupts.

“Yes we are. Your all mine.” He kisses you.

“All yours.” You melt into his kiss, fucking one more time.

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[jazeswhbhaven]

Maybe I want Him to Bite...(Lucifer Selfie Card Prologue React III) *Spoilers*

You know the drill lovelies...back it up to part 2 if this is the first part you're seeing!! ->

From there you can be linked back to Part 1 if you haven't read that first either. If you've read both, yay you made it to the final part! Let's goooo (༎ຶꈊ༎ຶ╬)

Alright so let's see what' this goofy ahh bitch did...

We done broke all the rules up in here and I'm-

Good LORD he looks like that????

I was startled because I'm like oh no boo you gonna have to warn me before you pull a "jeff the killer, creepypasta, the rake, smile dog" on me. /j

LMAO I can hear this even though MC doesn't have a set voice.

And everyone else was silent asf like not saying a goddamn thing. Even Gamigin who's usually loud as fuck was saying nothing. LMAO

Yes MC, you did. All in order too like? XD Even though this is some shit I'd do personally, I would also be like "Oh damn I didn't die??"

And Lucifer was like "What are you talking about?" and MC was panicking trying to get an answer from the nobles being like hello????? but silently and Marbas and Morax hit em' with the-

"Ah so staring at him and touch his snake doesn't do anything. Got it."

This would have been me.

Because what do you mean?????? YOU HAD RULES AND WAS JUST THROWING MC OUT THERE WITHOUT CONFIRMATION????

This is why I have trust issues. Lol

So it turns out Lucifer was reacting the way he was out of being startled, not because he was going to end someone's life. But I think we all know what he looks like when he actually is out here in murder mode. The event was clear in that regard.

So Lucifer calms down the snake on his clothing, and MC comes up to also touch it out of curiosity. So this tells us, the snake doesn't really cause any harm per say...but I'm sure it does something more so give Lucifer the power to do something.

Snake boi

MC apologizes and well Lucifer doesn't really understand why for a moment (he does laugh at the action though mostly from amusement). But MC lets it be known that they are apologizing to the snake and him.

WAIT WAIT WAIT "Child of Adam?????" AYO? I need more lore about why he said that, which I can only guess why he said that. (and honestly, now I'm thinking of Adam from Hazbin Hotel lmao)

But I mean, this statement just shows he's a least learning to observe MC for their own personality. Not Solomon's.

MC is confused tho, but Lucifer is like "You're amusing"

ANd then????

HE BITE?????

HE BITEEE

h e

b i t e

Stop. Why is this so hot?

HES SO GODDAMN HOT????? BITE ME SOME MORE????!?!?!?!

SO AFTER HE BITES MC HE ORDERS THEM TO TOUCH HIM?

And this is where I was freaking out on that post. Because I had a headcanon I didn't share here, that because of Lucifer's power he could basically order you to do whatever and you'd have to carry that out.

i.e. If he said you aren't allowed to touch yourself ever unless I give you permission, that means no matter how horny you are you can't get off or do anything until he says so and that brings in a whole new kind of foreplay/dominance type thing where literally his word is to be followed. But at the same time....there could be loopholes if you're smart enough to figure them out and want to be a brat.

Whoever gets his card and unlocks the rest of the story?? I'll be waiting patiently.

Okay, so I'm gonna say that from this prologue alone, his selfie card is possibly the best selfie story out of the 5 kings. I was vibin' with Mammon's but this one rightchea? Phew. Mostly because I wanna see how Luci gets down and it already seems like his venom is some kind of aphrodisiac. Because sheesh MC was getting worked up and horny quite immediately from being bitten and you know what?

I wonder if you can extract the venom and have it applied to foods for the same effect...(Don't tell Bimet he'd capitalize on that shit)

But man. I told you all that once his card released I'd probably stop caring about Juno and transition over and well that happened. (still gonna do the reader fic though)

It's funny also that I did this prologue faster than I did his event which I STILL have yet to post about. lol

But as always lovelies, I thank you for sticking through my crazy reacts

-your lovely admin ♥( ˆ⌣ ˆԅ)

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb lucifer #whb paradise lost bois 🤍 #whb gamigin #whb spoilers #L card spoilers #whb selfie cards #part three had a lot of gifs which is fine because lol

[whatdudtheysay]

One night stands

(PT.2)

(Satoru Gojo x f!Reader)

Context - Gojo can't resist you. Not after he's already had a taste. So when he sees you entering campus pretty late, he doesn't hold back

Requested by @yaesstuff ❤︎ (not proofread)

Part 1

CW - Unprotected sex, creampie, oral (f receiving), fingering, squirting, semi-public sex, sloppy makeout

Gojo was watching you like a hawk all week. You really were confusing him. I mean. He literally fucked your brains out last week and you were acting like it never happened. Of course sukuna teased the fuck out of him too when getou snitched.

"Pft, couldn't make her cum, huh? Don't worry, satoru. Not all guys can make girls feel good." Sukuna hummed, focused on the videogame that he and Getou were playing.

"Shut the fuck up sukuna." Gojo spat, checking his phone and going through his many messages on Instagram.

Sukuna just rolled his eyes. "What? Bet I could make her squirt within fifteen minutes."

Gojo suddenly got up, catching the attention of the two boys.

"I'm going out to get more drinks."

"But we just bought-"

Gojo cut getou off by leaving the dorm, ruffling a hand through his hair as he made his way to the exit, the cold air prickling his skin. Obviously Gojo had no plan of getting more drinks, he just wanted to be away from sukuna. The way he talked about you made him feel.... Weird.

Gojo went into auto pilot, walking around campus whilst lighting up a cigarette, blowing puffs of air into the nights sky. He was going to continue doing laps around campus but then he spotted you, stopping dead in his tracks while he stared, watching as you ended the phone call you were on and adjusted your bag on your shoulder before pushing the doors open to the business department. Gojo contemplated what you'd be doing back here so late but figured you'd forgotten something.

Without thinking, his legs started making his way towards the entrance, entering after you and walking down the hall, peering into the few open rooms to no avail. He would've been oblivious but he then heard the sound of papers falling and your voice.

"Fuck," you cursed. Gojo walked further down the hall and peered into a door on his left, showing you in an empty I.T classroom, hovering over your computer whilst aggressively typing, your bag on the floor beside you.

Gojo walked in silently, stopping once he was behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder, making you jump.

"You look frustrated." Gojo commented.

"Geez! Gojo-"

"Satoru. I think we're past formalities." Gojo corrected, grabbing a nearby office chair to sit on.

You lightly rolled your eyes before sitting down yourself, continuing your work.

"Did you follow me?" You accused.

Gojo put on a fake look of disbelief. "Me? I'd never."

You hummed softly, returning to what you were doing, Gojo peering over your shoulder.

"D'yu mind?" You asked, continuing to type up work.

"Not at all. Also you made a few errors."

You turned to face him, annoyance on your features. "What?"

Gojo pointed at the computer.

"The company you're working on didn't profit from those sales. They made too many products and not enough sales."

You looked like you were on the verge of tears, your head slamming against the keyboard, a groan leaving you which almost made Gojo chuckle.

"I need to get this coursework done! I'll have to retake the class if I don't..." You sighed, rubbing your hands over your face before focusing on the computer once more.

Gojo hummed thoughtfully.

"I'll help you. Besides. Finished mine few days ago."

You looked up at him, a big smile on your face. "Really? Ok thanks! Now help?" You rambled, moving the monitor closer to him.

You half expected Gojo to act smug about it but instead he actually helped you, telling you what to add and where you need to make changes, helping you complete a large portion of your project in the hour you were both there.

"Sheesh, 'm exhausted." You sighed, logging out of your account before grabbing your bag.

Gojo hummed in agreement before looking at the time.

1:00am.

He looked towards the open door and then at you, looking inside your bag to make sure you had everything. Gojo casually walked over to the door to close it before returning to you, making you look up at him.

He didn't give you a chance to question him this time, instead cornering you against him and the table, his hands running up your sides before he brought you into a warm kiss. You instinctively bit down on his lip, Gojo cursing as he retreated slightly, his tongue lightly slipping out to glide over his bottom lip.

"The hell was that for?" You asked, trying to ignore the warmth moving to your cheeks, instead looking at the blood on Gojo's lip.

Gojo didn't answer at first, instead staring at you silently.

You raised a brow and he finally sighed. "Isn't it obvious, pretty girl?"

You rolled your eyes, folding your arms. "Seriously satoru?"

Gojo didn't answer, instead caging you between him and the table again, his mouth instead moving to your neck, making you gasp, your hands reluctantly moving up his chest to rest on the nape of his neck.

"Wait, satoru-" you tried to pry him off but he didn't show any signs of letting up on the attack he had on your neck. "someone might come in-"

Gojo just hummed, biting down into your flesh, a whimper leaving your lips. Gojo eventually began to trail down, pulling your shirt over your head to reveal your bra which he easily unhooked, slipping off the straps and letting the restricting material fall to the floor.

"Satoru-"

"Shh," Gojo hushed, looking up at you momentarily, "If you wanna stop just tell me, Kay?"

You nodded your head lightly, letting him continue. Gojo wasted no time, sucking and biting on one of your breasts whilst his free hand massaged your other mound, making sure to give them both equal attention whilst switching between them, leaving you gasping and whimpering. By the time he continued to trail lower, he'd gotten to your skirt, pulling it down along with your panties without any trouble.

You let out a frustrated whimper, making gojo look up.

"This is embarrassing, 'toru.." you mumbled, your hands moving up to cover your breasts.

Gojo realised you'd called him that nickname, a smirk stretching across his lips.

"Don't worry baby. I'll make you feel so good,"

You already knew that was a fact, so you stayed silent, letting him lick a stripe up your mound before kissing your clit lightly, chuckling to himself when you shuddered.

Gojo then let his tongue venture through your folds, lubricating you with his saliva and a mix of your slick.

"Wait- feels so good," you sighed, a hand moving to venture through Gojo's hair.

Gojo just hummed against you, continuing to make out with your pussy, enjoying the sudden jolts you did when his tongue prodded at your aching clit. Gojo then moved his hand up, letting his index finger slide through your folds, collecting your juices before moving to your entrance, pushing it into you, a broken whine leaving your lips, your hands tightening on his hair.

Gojo continued working you open, letting his middle finger slide in before he curled them, a loud moan coming from you, causing you to slap a hand around your mouth, your brows knitting together as the coil in your stomach got tighter and tighter.

"Satoru, I'm close-" you whimpered, your legs starting to shake as Satoru continued to lap at your clit, his fingers scissoring in and out of you at an almost rapid pace."please-"

"Please what?" He asked, moving away from your clit, allowing you to see how much your juices had soiled his face, your arousal dripping down his chin. The whole scene was too hot for you.

"I'm gonna-" you cried, not getting the chance to finish your sentence before you let out a loud whine, your eyes clamping shut as you came around his fingers. Once you rode out your high, you slowly opened your eyes, shocked at how soiled Gojo's shirt was now.

"Fuck- baby." Gojo commented. "Thought you were just a creamer."

Your eyes widened in realisation, your face warming even more.

"Well," you panted lightly. "You made me feel... Really good-"

Gojo couldn't hardly handle it anymore, rising to his full height to capture you in a rushed kiss, this time you allowed it, letting his tongue glide with yours, the taste of your arousal tickling your taste buds.

"Fuck, y/n. Can't wait anymore." Gojo groaned, grabbing your hand to lead it towards the bulge in his pants. "Think you can take me?"

You bit your lip, looking down at the print before meeting his eyes, nodding slightly, earning yourself a grin from Gojo.

"Alright. Bend over pretty thing."

You did as he said, bending over the table you were both previously working over, hands locking with each other as you mentally prepared yourself for what was about to happen.

Gojo rubbed your rear, his tip pushing against your entrance lightly, making you let out a shaky sigh. He suddenly snapped his hips into you, making you yelp in surprise, hands holding the table as he quickly rammed into you.

"Fu-Fuck, forgot how amazing this pussy felt-" Gojo lightly whined, groping your ass tightly.

"Don't- fuck, don't bullshit me," you groaned, trying your best to speak properly with the way he was pounding into you against the desk.

Gojo leaned over you, a hand moving toy with your clit.

"Don't believe me pretty thing?" Gojo whispered, his movements slowing down, making you bite your lip out of frustration.

You shook your head resulting in Gojo humming before he picked up his pace, making you moan aloud once more, your hand moving over your mouth as a last resort to keeping your lewd actions hidden.

"toru-" you cried, feeling your orgasm creep closer.

"Gonna squirt on my cock this time?" He questioned, hands rubbing your clit harder, making your eyes gloss over.

"Yes, yes, yes," you chanted, feeling yourself about to tip over.

Sadly, Gojo stopped his movements, making you look back at him, a frown on your face. He pulled out of you, large hands manhandling you so you were on your back, his hands securing you in place.

Gojo couldn't help but smirk at the frown and glare you gave him. Almost identical to the one where he had you under him in his car.

"Don't worry, pretty girl.." Gojo chuckled, taking in the sight of you. "I'll let you cum..."

He slid back into you, both of your mouths falling open at the feeling. Your toes curled at the feeling of Gojo's dick splitting you open, your legs instinctively moving to wrap around his waist.

"Satoru, feels so good-!" You whimpered, hands moving to tug at your jolting breasts as you looked up at him. Pure lust behind your eyes.

And Gojo loved every second.

"Shit, you're such a good girl. I'm the only guy that's ever fucked you this good, huh?"

You nodded frantically.

"Only you Satoru -"

He's heard that countless times from different side chicks or fuck buddies but from your mouth, It sounded even better to his ears. Gojo rutted into you harder, enjoying your eyes rolling back and your teeth sinking into your bottom lip, hands moving from your chest to rake at his chest.

"Gonna cum, gonna cum-" you moaned, your legs locking tighter around Gojo's waist.

"Fuck, princess, easy," Gojo cooed, even though your reactions only fueled his ego further.

You couldn't handle his harsh thrusts anymore, the coil in your stomach snapping, resulting in your mouth hanging open, drool lightly spilling from a corner as you squirted around his cock, Gojo's hips still ruthlessly ramming into your poor cunt, your orgasm making a huge mess on both you and the table.

"Fuck, that was so fucking hot," Gojo moaned, his hips reaching deeper into you, the overstimulation making you arch your back.

"Too muchh, 'toru," you mewled.

"Shit, gonna cum, just give me a minute."

You bit your tongue, letting Gojo use you as he pleased only turned you on further, the overstimulation finally settling, the discomfort slowly being replaced by pleasure.

Gojo on the other hand was on the edge of losing himself. He could tell by your moans getting louder that you were getting closer to another orgasm with the way you were sucking him so hard.

It felt like he was the one about to tap out. Your moans, your pussy giving him a death grip anytime he tried pulling out and the amazing warmth of your walls. He hadn't even cum yet but he felt like he was being overstimulated.

"Shit, satoru, I'm gonna-" you whined.

"Me too, princess." Gojo moaned, his thrusts becoming so rough to the point where you were scared the computers would fall off the table.

Your eyes quickly shut as you came around Gojo once more, a loud moan coming from both of you as your orgasm made yet another wet mess on the both of you, Gojo's hips lightly stuttering before he spilled his cum deep into you.

Both of you shivered as Gojo slowly pulled out, his dick covered in his cum. Gojo sighed deeply, watching as you slumped off the table and down to your knees, catching him off guard when you took him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his tip before you sucked against the underside, only stopping when you'd fully cleaned all of the aftermath off.

"You can consider that a 'thank you' for the help." You smirked, grabbing your clothes from the floor.

Gojo just hummed, still in the euphoric buzz of pleasure.

"Well..." He began, his breath uneven as he redressed himself. "If you want anymore help on coursework, you know I'm here."

You nodded thoughtfully as you pulled up your panties and skirt.

"Is that your respectful way of saying you wanna fuck again Satoru?"

He shrugged, his smirk returning.

"Well. We could always continue this at your dorm.."

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[itgetsdark-x]

dbf!joel with a reader that has an attitude like maddy perez though… i mean he shouldn’t be turned on by that but GOD she acts and talks like she owns the shit, prance around in mini dresses and skirts, and perhaps she always does this thing with her mouth that just makes him want to bend her over and fuck the bratty attitude outta her

A/N: when I tell you this had me swooning, sheesh. The thought of Joel just getting so angry until he snaps and fucks you so roughly?! Damn. I got a lil carried away; I hope it’s okay for you, anon! 💜

Summary: You’re a good-looking woman and you know it, you know you could have any man you wants and you never wanted to work hard for it. Joel Miller was different.

Warnings: 18+, minors dni! Unprotected p in v (be better than them!), degrading, slight praise kink, oral (m receiving), age gap, some slapping and rough sex. It’s kinda just filth lol.

Characters: dbf!Joel Miller x bratty!reader (f)

Word Count: 4.9k (yes, I got carried away)

You knew you were attractive, it wasn’t cocky or ignorant but you knew it; ever since you started showing an interest in boys when you were a teen it was easy to get guys’ and never once had you struggled to have a boyfriend. 

You were in your mid-twenties now and that attitude had followed you; what you wanted, you got. Simple. Only now, it wasn’t that simple because you couldn’t get the one thing you wanted, or rather, who you wanted. 

Joel Miller was a family friend, you hadn’t overly paid much attention to him when you were younger, partly because you knew he wouldn’t be interested in a kid but also because you were distracted by boys your own age, you had constantly been parading a stream of jock’s and idiots around your dad, and therefore Joel. Your father and him worked together and played together, they spent most evenings in front of the TV watching sports and drinking beers. 

It was only now, it felt like an issue. Joel was a permanent fixture around your house and god, it fucked you off that you couldn’t seem to get him. 

———

It was a Friday evening, like normal, your father and Joel were in the kitchen talking about work and sports, drinking their beers. 

“Hi daddy.” You grinned innocently, kissing your dad’s cheek as you entered the kitchen. 

“Hey princess.” Your dad smiled back before giving you a small hug. 

Joel’s eyes tracked you when you entered the space, his eyes raked over you as you got on your tiptoes to hug your dad back and he couldn’t help the way he drank in your shapely legs; your mini skirt leaving very little the the imagination. 

“Hi Mr Miller.” You purred, batting your eyelashes at him blatantly. 

“Hi.” Joel replied gruffly. 

“What?” You asked, popping your hip to the side with attitude. “No hug for me?” You pouted, your glossy lips looking so kissable… so fuckable. 

Joel mentally cursed himself at the thought. You drove him insane with your short dresses and tight outfits and your constant pouting; he wanted to wrap his hand into your hair and bury his cock so deeply into your mouth and throat you would have tears staining your cheeks. 

“Joel.” You huffed, snapping your delicate fingers in his face. “I said. Do I not get a hug?” You rolled your eyes, Joel’s blood boiled at your attitude but he smiled through gritted teeth at you. 

“Oh of course, always a hug for my best girl.” He said, forcing himself to be charming. 

You giggled and bounded over to his, your breasts wobbling in the tight material of your white crop top. You wrapped your arms around him, around his neck and you brought your body tightly to his. He was so rough, so rugged and big and it made your core throb as you thought how it would feel to be fucked by him. 

Your dad was so oblivious to the way you acted around his friend, he was wrapped so tightly around your little finger that he rarely paid any attention to the way you reacted or dressed. He only cared if you were happy and cared for, whether that be with food, money or clothes. In his eyes, you could do no wrong and you were his world. 

“Daddy, I’m hungry.” You huffed, leaning over the kitchen counter to face him, Joel stood to your side. 

He was grateful you were no longer hugging him, he could feel every curve of your body and he was sure if you held on any longer you would have felt the hard curve of his cock in his jeans. His hand gently gripped the edge of the counter when he glanced down at you, he saw the material of your g-string thong showing so blatantly above the waistband of your skirt. If he was stood behind you, he would have seen the full view of your plump ass showing for anyone to take. 

“Funnily enough, Joel and I were discussing ordering a pizza in. Does that work for you, baby?” Your dad asked, turning to grab two more beers out of the fridge. 

“Ugh. No. Gross.” You whined, folding your arms over your chest in protest. “I want Thai food!”

Joel’s jaw clenched as you spoke, your demeanour and attitude begged to be attended to, begged to be sorted out and he knew how he could sort it. He would fuck you so hard and fast until you were drunk on his cock and so compliant for him. 

“I’m happy with whatever, Thai work okay for you, Miller?” Your dad said. 

“Uh,” Joel started and you turned to look at him, pouting once again with your bottom lip jutted out. There it was again, that face, it drove him insane every-time you did it. “Fine. Works fine!”

———

You finished up your food, you had all moved into the living room and you were sat crossed legged on the sofa, Joel was across from you and you could feel his eyes boring into you as you ate. You slurped up your noddles, being sure to exaggerate your lips even more as Joel watched you. 

“I’m going out in a bit, by the way. Can I have some money?” You asked sweetly to your dad. 

“Where are you going?” Asked your father casually, finishing up his own food. 

“Oh just out with the girls, Kara broke up with her boyfriend so we are gonna go out, get a little wild and see if we can find her a rebound.” You giggled. “Who knows; might find me another boy since things didn’t work out with Jacob.”

“Oh god, please don’t tell me details sweetheart, I don’t need to know what you plan on getting up to. Just as long as you’re safe and take protection with you.” Your dad laughed softly. “How much money do you want?”

“$150?” You asked. 

“Princess, I gave you $80 yesterday for some new clothes. How about $100?”

You whined, rolling your eyes. “You’re the worst but fine. Whatever. I’m going to get ready.” You huffed and stomped out of the room. 

Joel’s hands were clenched on the arm of the chair, you were such a brat and your father never seemed to care, never seemed to discipline you. He hated to admit it but your attitude just made you more attractive and it made his cock ache in his pants. 

He hadn’t paid much attention to you when you were a teen, he had no reason to as you were his friend’s kid but when you came back after dropping out of college and living off your dad, he noticed you more. You were still you; confident, bratty and sometimes rude but now you were a woman, you had curves and your attitude only drove him madder for you. Not that he wanted to cross that line, he wanted to remain stronger than that. 

The thought of you going out, with your friends no doubt dressed in something skimpy and revealing made Joel want to march up into your room, push your face into your mattress roughly and fuck the attitude right out of you. And the thought of you going home with some boy? Well that almost blinded him with pure rage. 

———

Your night out was uneventful; your friends and you had plenty of drinks and you had a good time but you didn’t find anyone to go home with, didn’t find anyone to take the edge off with. 

You yawned and stretched, rubbing your eyes gently to remove the final remnants of sleep from them. You checked your phone for a while, scrolling through the instagram posts your friends had put up from the night before and you smiled at them. Soon, your stomach rumbled and you decided it was finally time to venture out of your bed for food. 

You pulled on a pair of hot pant shorts, the material gripped your figure and barely covered the fullness of your ass and you paired it with a cami top, it was skin-tight and cropped just above your belly button. You walked down the stairs and wandered into your kitchen, you were greeted by Joel stood leant up against your kitchen counter, sipping coffee. 

He was wearing a tight t-shirt, the fabric hugged his arms perfectly and fitted slimly over his dad bod, he paired it with his usual pair of jeans. 

“Hi Mr Miller, what’re you doing here?” You said, your voice smooth. 

“Oh. Hi.” He mumbled, barely looking at you as you spoke. “Your dad,”

“Daddy.” You corrected with a raised brow. 

“Fine. Whatever. Your daddy and I had plans to go out to the lake today but he had to pop off to the work site we have been on all week, some sort of emergency that they needed the boss for.” He shrugged and his nonchalance drove you mad. “He said I should just hang out here until he got back, he said it shouldn’t take anymore than an hour or two but the site’s the other side of town so who knows.”

“Oh well. I’m hungry. You gonna make me breakfast or buy me something?” You asked, sauntering round so Joel was forced to look at you. 

It had been months of this now, constant teasing on your behalf, wearing next to nothing anytime the male was nearby, lingering touches to his hand or arm, you constantly eye-fucking him whenever he caught your gaze. You loved it, you knew it drove Joel mad and just as much as you wanted the male to make a move, part of the fun was teasing him so badly. 

Joel had spent more nights than he cared to admit, fisting his cock until he came apart in his hand to thoughts of you on your knees or you bent over so he could fuck every ounce of attitude out of you. 

“Joel.” You pouted, huffing loudly when he wasn’t paying any attention to you. You clapped in his face, abruptly pulling him from his filthy thoughts once again. 

He looked at you, there was that face again. His hands clenched into tight fists at his side and he rolled his eyes at you. 

“You want to learn some manners, young lady.” Joel said gruffly. 

“Yeah?” You asked, your eyebrow cocked up in question as your hand rested on your hip. “And who’s gonna teach me some manners? You?” You laughed. “Now. Breakfast. Hurry up and order something, yeah? I’m hungry. I’m gonna go shower whilst we wait.” You spoke softly but the rudely, your bratty tone oozed from each word. 

You turned on your heels to walk away after rolling your eyes at the older male once again. Before you were even able to reach the doorway of the kitchen you felt rough hands into your hair and you yelped loudly as you were tugged backwards. 

“What the fuck?!” You screamed, your loud voice boomed into the empty kitchen. 

Before you could push Joel off, he had you pinned up against the wall, one hand was still entangled in your locks and his other hand was holding your hip against the cool wood of your kitchen cabinets. 

“Get the fuck off of me.” You spat, trying to push Joel off of you. “Wait until daddy hears about this, you asshole. You’re hurting me!”

Joel barked out a laugh, it was sadistic and there was a sick smirk plastered over his features. 

“Now now, don’t act like this isn’t making your needy little cunt throb.” Joel whispered. “Think it’s about time to teach you some proper manners, since you can’t seem to find any.”

“I —“ you started but Joel pressed his lips roughly to yours, his fingers tightened their grip in your hair and manoeuvred your head to exactly the right angle he wanted. 

Your mouth opened willingly as Joel’s lips moved against yours, his tongue delved into your mouth and hungrily attacked every inch he could reach within your mouth. He could taste vanilla from your chapstick, he could smell your perfume wafting through his senses and it made his cock stiffen impossibly in his pants. 

“You’re going to get to your knees and you’re going to be a good little girl and suck my cock. Understood? Otherwise I’m sure your daddy would love to hear how you tried to seduce his best friend, wouldn’t want that to happen now, would you?” Joel smirked, tugging your hair roughly until you were sinking to your knees obediently. 

You looked up at him, through your lashes; you were the perfect sight, your plush lips were pouting again and Joel couldn’t wait until his cock was punishing your throat. Your head was swimming, you could still feel Joel’s fingers in your hair and you couldn’t deny the way your core throbbed with excitement. 

Joel’s free hand toyed with the buckle of his belt to undo the leather before he freed his member from his jeans and boxers, you gulped roughly as you stared at Joel’s cock in front of your face;  he was large, bigger than any other guy before him and he was impossibly thick. You knew taking him in was going to be a struggle but there was no denying that you couldn’t wait to try. 

You leant forward and let your tongue kitten lick at the tip of his cock, a familiar salty tang hit your tastebuds and it made your mouth water; you wanted more. You opened your mouth, your tongue out flat and you pushed your head forward until you were enveloping his member into the hot, wet embrace of your mouth. 

Joel peered down at you, he could see down the front of your cami as you leant forward, your hands laid obediently in your lap; he could see the soft peaks of your breasts and noticed the way your nipples had hardened under his gaze. Your eyes fluttered shut as you tried to sink your mouth down fully onto Joel’s cock but before you could reach the base, he hit the back of your throat which caused you to gag. 

Joel laughed sadistically again, his fingers pressed into your skull as your locks entangled further around his fingers and as soon as he felt the resistance, he pushed your head down harder until his cock nudged into your throat deeper. You breathed through your nose, and your eyes screwed shut as you tried not to gag again. 

“So pathetic,” Joel barked, pulling his hips back to snap forward again until you gagged once more. “Can’t even take my cock properly. Thought you were a big girl, huh?”

You fluttered your eyes open to look up at Joel, your mouth stretched around his cock as he fucked into your mouth roughly.

“Can’t back-chat now, can you, little girl?” Joel smirked, his spare hand coming up to caress your cheek softly. 

You couldn’t help but lean into the tender touch, your head lulled to the side ever-so and Joel smirked as he removed his hand just to bring it down with a harsh slap. You whimpered around his length and Joel slapped you again, your cheek stung but you focused on the feeling of Joel filling your mouth. 

He roughly held your cheek and used your head as leverage to roughly fuck into your mouth. Spit spilled from your swollen lips, it dribbled down your chin and you could tell that you were a mess. Tears pricked your eyes as you continuously gagged as his cock bruised your throat. You couldn’t wait until you could still feel him later, to be reminded of this moment. 

Joel groaned roughly as he watched you, for once you weren’t able to pout, you weren’t able to back chat him or give him attitude. You were being just what he wanted; willing to give and so obedient. 

“Good girl, taking me better now, aren’t you?” Joel cooed. “What would you do if your daddy came in and saw you like this? Crying around my cock, spit running down your chin. Dirty girl.”

You whimpered pathetically, your chest was heaving with each word and you couldn’t help but feel the panic rise in you, you were in plain sight of the front door. If your father came in now, you would be a dead woman walking. Joel abruptly pulled his length from your mouth, it made an obscene popping noise and your mouth fell agape softly, you felt so empty as soon as Joel left you. 

You absently wiped at your chin with the back of your hand and Joel pulled your hair until you were on your feet once again. Laboured breaths left your swollen lips and you stared blankly at Joel, all attitude seemingly had been fucked out of your mouth and your brain was filled with thoughts of Joel and nothing else. 

“Upstairs. Undress now. Get upstairs and lay on your bed face down, with your needy cunt ready for me.” Joel grunted, releasing your hair from his grip. 

Your fingers massaged at your scalp softly where Joel’s grip had been, your skin aches deliciously. 

“Don’t make me repeat myself, now be a good girl and go.” He spoke gruffly, his fingers dug into the small of your back and nudged your forward. 

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, you hadn’t seen Joel like this before and part of you wanted to laugh at this tough bravado he was putting on. 

Joel noticed it, of course he did and he quickly slammed your body into the wall; it knocked the air out of your lungs and you gasped in shock. 

“W-what?!” You stammered out. “I was just doing as you told, I was about to go upstairs. Isn’t that what you wanted?” You asked innocently, a small smirk spreading over your lips. You couldn’t help yourself. 

“Guess I haven’t fucked the attitude out of you enough yet.” 

You shrugged under the weight of Joel’s arm holding you against the wall, a shit-eating smirk only growing as you saw the frustration bubble in his features. 

“Guess not. Gonna have to try harder than that, old man.” You grinned. 

Joel’s hand clenched at his side, you could see his skin turning white with the effort of it and it only made you grin further. You let out a small laugh. 

The older male’s face was straight, his features were cold like a stone statue but you could feel and see his anger in his eyes. He took his arm that was pinning you down and instead wrapped his hand around your throat, his fingers squeezed you pulse points gently and you moaned. 

“Knew you would like that. See, I was going to give you the pleasure of a soft bed but now I’m thinking I should bend you right over the kitchen table.” Joel said with a raised brow and you nodded weakly. 

He took his free hand and dipped it into the waistband of your pants; without warning his fingers slipped between your slick folds. He looked into your eyes, his gaze locked on yours as his fingers toyed with your swollen clit. He cocked a brow in question as your slick juices coated his fingers. 

“So fuckin’ wet for me, little girl. You like being treated like a dumb little slut, huh?” 

You nodded dumbly, your voice didn’t seem to function correctly and it’s all you could muster up. Joel’s fingers gripped tighter at your throat, the sensation made your head dizzy and all you could do was whimper weakly at the male. 

“Answer me.” Joel growled, his hand releasing your throat to slap at your cheek once again. 

“Y-yes, yes I do!” You spluttered out. 

“Right answer.” Joel hissed as his fingers circled around your clit. 

As much as he loved teasing you, he couldn’t wait any longer and he needed to hear how you sounded as you came around his fingers. You moaned, his fingers sped up and he roughly plunged two fingers into your greedy heat. Your eyes fell shut as Joel pumped his digits quickly, with the angle of his wrist, the heel of his palm nudged against your sensitive clit with each thrust of his fingers. You gripped weakly at his arms as he fucked into your hole with his fingers, his other hand squeezed your neck again and he smirked when you moaned louder. 

“Come on, little girl, you can do better than that. Tell me how good my fingers feel? Huh? You wanna be a brat? Tell me how good I’m making you feel.” 

“Joel,” you gasped, your fingers scratching at his skin in vein. “Feels s-so good. Can’t take it much more. You feel so good, I just need your cock filling up my hole. Please. Fuck.” You rambled, you weren’t even sure if your sentences were coherent. 

“Patience. I want you to cum on my fingers. Now be a good little slut and do it for me. Hm? You wanna be all big and bratty, now cum on my fingers.” He growled lowly, his lips ghosted over your own and you pouted when he retreated as you tried to kiss him. “Stop pouting.”

Joel’s voice was gruff, it sent shivers down your spine and he pulled his fingers out to slap at the sensitive skin of your vagina. You whined and just as quickly as he pulled them out, he pressed his fingers back into you and deeper this time, they nudged at your g-spot which caused your legs to buckle underneath you. Joel laughed, he shook his head and held your hip roughly, pinning you back in place. 

His fingers sped up, with each thrust the tip of his fingers rubbed over your g-spot and his palm rubbed over your clit; you were seeing stars and you knew your orgasm was about to crash over you. You clenched around Joel’s fingers and he knew the telltale signs, he kept his movements consistent and your fingers gripped roughly at Joel’s arms, searching for leverage to keep yourself upright. 

“C’mon darlin’, is this all you’ve got? C’mon cum for me, be a good girl.” Joel whispered. “That’s it. Atta girl. Such a good girl.” Joel praised when he felt your walls flutter around his fingers. 

You came apart almost instantly when Joel spoke to you, your legs were shaking as they fought to keep you standing as Joel’s fingers fucked you through your orgasm. Tears spilled from the corner of your eyes as you slowly came down from your intense orgasm. 

Joel kissed your temple, it was a tender moment in the midst of his dominant act and it made your heart flutter rapidly. 

“Bend over the kitchen table. I need to bury my cock into your pretty little cunt before your daddy gets home. Need you thinking about my cock for days after.”

Joel removed his fingers from your pants and before you could move, he pressed his slicked fingers to your mouth. 

“Open.” He stated and with that, you opened your mouth and sucked in his digits.

He groaned as your tongue swirled around his thick fingers and you moaned as you tasted yourself on him. It was by far one of the filthiest things you had done, if anyone else tried it you would have slapped them and walked out but it was Joel, he was so perfect and you couldn’t say no. 

“Table.” Joel said, shrugging towards the kitchen table. 

You nodded, walking shakily over to the table. You shimmed your hot pants over your ass and bent over for Joel to take you as he pleased. He hadn’t bothered to pack away his hard, leaking cock and as he walked over to you, he stroked himself a few times just to stave off the throbbing. You watched on in awe, your head resting in your arms as Joel’s hand worked his cock. 

“Please.” You whimpered, rubbing your thighs together in need. 

“Beg for it. Beg for my cock and I’ll fill you up so good, I promise.” Joel groaned, standing behind you now. He kicked apart your feet and slapped his heavy cock against your wet pussy. 

“Please Joel, I need it so bad. I want it so bad. Please. I don’t beg, usually. I’m a mess here, never wanted anything so bad. I need you.” You all but sobbed, your watery eyes peering behind you, searching for the older male.  

Joel let out a breathy chuckle, he pressed his hot cock-head to your hole and without a second thought, he thrust forward roughly. It felt like he was splitting you open and you relished in the stinging sensation of your walls stretching around him. He captured one of your hips in his large palm and he pulled out of you before thrusting back into you with fervour. His other hand weaved its way into your soft locks again, pressing your head roughly into the table. Part of you registered a dull pain but all you could focus on was the feeling of Joel’s cock filling you up. 

You moaned pathetically under him, your hands pawed at the smooth wood of your kitchen table and you whimpered as you searched for something to grip. 

“Such a good little cocksleeve for me, hm?” Joel groaned. 

You nodded weakly under Joel’s hand, as the table bit into the skin of your hips; you knew there were going to be bruises later but for now, Joel’s cock worked into you continuously and it made you dizzy. 

“I said,” Joel grunted, his hips slapping against your ass. “You’re such a good cocksleeve. It’s all you’re good for, isn’t it?” Joel asked. 

“Y-yes. It’s all I’m good for!” You w confirmed shakily. 

“Good girl, good little slut for me; your dad’s best friend, a man who is almost double your age. What a naughty little brat. Hopefully this’ll teach you some goddamned manners going forward.” Joel spoke, it felt as if with each word, he thrusted into you twice as hard. 

You were a mess under Joel, a mess of moans and begs tumbling from your lips carelessly; his cock was making you dumber with each thrust. You couldn’t even muster a coherent sentence even if you tried, let alone a bratty response. You had finally got the person you wanted the most and it was even better than you could have imagined. 

“Gonna, gonna,” you whimpered as Joel’s cock nudged deep into your walls. 

“Mhm, course you are. Pathetic. Little. Slut.” Joel cursed, his hips landing bruising contact against your ass. 

It was such a stark contrast to how Joel carried himself in his day-to-day life, he was usually pleasant and so charming. Not dominant and with a filthy mouth at all. It drove you insane though, his words mixed with his abusing pace of his cock, it had you tumbling into your orgasm abruptly. 

Your cheeks were stained with tears, you were completely at Joel’s will and you were willing to do anything the male asked for. Never before had you cum from just a guy fucking you, and never this intensely. Your stomach felt tight as your walls gripped and milked Joel; his hips stuttered as you came, your grip on his cock was enough for him to spill his hot seed into your greedy hole. Joel’s large hands pawed at your ass, his gripped the flesh roughly as he fucked himself through the aftershocks of his orgasm, his body shuddered and he slipped out of you when he finished. 

You made a small noise as your body stayed in place bent over the table, you could feel Joel’s hot cum dripping down your inner thigh and it made you moan softly. 

“You still wanna act like a brat?” Joel asked, his soft hand stroking at your lower back. 

You shook your head no with a lazy, complacent smile on your lips. 

“Good girl, don’t you forget who’s in charge here. Act like a brat again and I’ll have to punish you again.” Joel whispered as he leant down to kiss your cheek softly. “Now go clean up, you’re a mess and your daddy will be home soon. I’ll order something for breakfast, too.” He smirked, packing himself away into his jeans again. 

You let out a breathy laugh as you pushed your body off the table, you winced as your back adjusted to being stood again and you grabbed your hot pants off the floor before leaving to go shower. 

“I want pancakes!” You demanded from the stairs. 

“‘I wants’ don’t get, darlin’. Try again.” Joel retorted. 

“Fine. Please can I get some pancakes?” You huffed softly, rolling your eyes again; you were just grateful that the male couldn’t see you this. 

“Looks like my cock worked, then. Good job.” He cooed. 

Your legs shook as they carried you upstairs, you finally got who you wanted and you knew it would only be a matter of time until you had him again. 

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#dbf!joel miller #dbf!joel miller x reader #joel miller x reader #anon request #thanks anon <3 #bratty!reader #bratty!reader x joel miller

[fsiryspit]

scoops ahoy !

trigger warnings : perv!steve, lowercase intended, s3 steve, making out, this is just a blurb/hc thingy, thigh riding, steve being needy, reader going by she/her, pet names. NOT PROOF READ !!

writers note : this is just me being horny because i love mr steve harrington with all my life. & i don’t see a lot with se3 steve. it should be a crime.

steve is the kind of guy who complains constantly. especially if he doesn’t get what he wants, and working at scoops ahoy — sheesh, no of the girlies want him. que robin in the back like ‘no bitches??’

but that was until she came in one day. boy oh boy, she was a sight for sore eyes and she’d say the same about stevie. his lips were perfectly pink, painted in chap stick and hair tousled underneath that goofy hat. dark blue complimented him so nicely . . and cherry red had looked breathtaking on her.

they hit it off quite instantly, robin surprised but very supportive toward the friend she called dingus.

everything was a mere thought, perhaps less than that — as the new girl and steve made out in the break room. what if they got caught ?? that’s what made it so exciting . “ shh , sweetheart , bein’ too loud. ” he snickered, her thighs needily wrapped around his thigh as she grind against it. fuck, he could feel her wetness on his skin, head falling back as his cock twitched into those too tight shorts.

“ c’mon , baby . . need you to cum for me. know you want to. ” it was almost in a whine. scoops ahoy steve was such a needy boy . . wanted to see ‘ his girl ’ cum in her pretty panties , have to bite down on something to keep in a loud moan. his left hand found itself on her face, gripping her cheeks before smashing their lips together.

their tongues danced, his teeth slightly grazing along her bottom lip. they had just met and he wanted her. no . . needed her. he loved how her hips stuttered, her juices staining his blue shorts . . how he had to go back on shift in ten minutes. “ take off those damn panties. ” he growled, smirking with how quickly she followed orders.

her black panties were stuffed in his back pocket. they were his now — she’d never get em back. poor girl. “ make yourself cum , ‘kay ? ” he whispered and revived a nod. the slut of a girl began rocking her hips again, the feeling of her bare pussy against the rough fabric made her walls clench. fuck, she wanted his cock, but would have to wait.

he chuckled darkly, one hand on her hip as the other slid into his shorts, eagerly gripping at his hardened cock. steve groaned, his hips bucking and causing such a cute moan from the girl.

what fucking perverts. steve fucking his hand at such a fast pace, as the girl used his leg to get off.

and that precious knot in her belly . . snapped ! cumming all over baby steve’s shorts. “ oh fuck ! ” he moaned loudly, thick ropes of cum shooting from his pink tip. he hummed softly, giving a gentle kiss to the girls jaw. then forehead.

“ looks like i’ll need a new pair of shorts . . ”

#steve harrington x reader #x reader #steve harrington #stranger things #joe keery #shameless smut #steve harrington smut #scoops ahoy

[obeymewritting]

Don’t look yet.

Mammon X Male!Reader.

Your head was heavy. What have happened ? Was it how it ended? How did it even ended, exactly ? Death. There was only such a word that could bring fear in the fear of many humans. But was something to accept in your opinion. Fatality.

“-Welcome, Y/N. We were waiting for you. Would you please open your eyes for us?“

Someone called. What? Death wasn’t a fatality maybe, still alive, yas queen. But seriously, you decided to open you eyes after hearing this man’s voice. You were surrounded by a huge place, walls, an.. assembly ? What would you do here, exactly? Confusion may have been easy to read on you face, since one of the men decided to speak. A black haired person with a blue lock of hair, while a red haired one walked toward you.

“-Don’t you worry, you’re safe. I’ll let the young master explain the situation to you.”

Young master? Was the red haired one the “young master”? What the actual fuc,,

“-I welcome you to the Dev,,“

The poor man didn’t even get a chance to finish his sentence, that the hand of the human came to grasp his shirt collar with brutality, under the chocked gaze of everyone.

“-Lord Diabolo!

-Would you be so kind to shut up? Keep talking, « Diavolo. »

-Do not panic, Barbatos, ahah! Welcome to the Devildom, Y/N. We are sorry to put you in such a panic state, but your candidacy have been selected to be part of the exchange s’étendent program.“ Finally said Diavolo, smiling.

“-panic state? Nah. I’m more startled than panicked. What candidacy. I didn’t apply to any exchange student program. Where is that even, the… Devildom?

-We’re in hell.

-heh? You really want me to beat your face up, huh?“

The situation would have gotten out of hands if Barbatos and a ginger head wouldn’t have come to separate the human from the Prince Diavolo. What a human.. So THAT was the human they decided to select? Strange tastes. After explaining the situation and understanding that something must have gone wrong in the exchange program, Diavolo sighed.

“- Well, I’m the startled one now… Why do you have a suitcase with you, if you weren’t expecting this to happen?“

And after looking under your butt, there was in fact a suitcase, that you recognized. Your suitcase.. well, that was coming from out of nowhere. You were pretty sure to be in the middle of something, when you thought that death was finally coming to collect you and take you away from the cruel human world…

“-I don’t know, to be honest. I was actually doing something. So I don’t even understand why I have a suitcase with me. Urgh… What a day. Wait, is it night? Gosh. What the fuck.

-Language. Said Barbatos.

-Shut the fuck up.” Said Y/N.

“-And where is that Mammon, you talked about, huh? I’d like to get the fuck out of here to get some rest, since I’m actually drained from all my energy…“

And must have some broken ribs. Hurts like the devil. And talking about Devil, there was this man, Lucifer. Apparently they’re all demons.

…

You decided to not even question what’s going on anymore, it was to tiring and out of place. A named Mammon was supposed to be your guardian, your… Demon protector? Demon guardian?

“-We are so sorry for the situation, and I apologize sincerely for,,

-Sup girly, what’s going on ther,, uh, Hello Prince Diavolo… Hi Lucifer.“ A white haired boy entered the room. He didn’t looked pleased when seeing Lucifer.

“- Who are you even calling girly, idiot. We’re only men in this room, go get some glasses.“ Y/N was indeed right…

“-Sheesh! What a dude, I don’t want to get near him, ahh…” Did he just said that in front of him, like that?

“- Don’t be so harsh Mammon, if you don’t want him I can take care of this beautiful boy here.~

-Asmodeus. Shut the fuck up.“ Y/N was once again right.

“- Please, stop cursing like this. Here, take this. This is your D.D.D.“ Barbatos lended you something…

“-You could just say that you were giving me a phone, but okay, thanks…

-There’s everyone’s number on it, your tasks… You’ll follow the lessins with us in the Royal Academy of Diavolo.

-What a name for a school, I swear…“

Beside the point being that Y/N was, in fact, still startled by his surroundings, he strangely nodded his head and decided to accept his fate.

Fate… yeh. Must be fate, right? Or maybe not, who knows.

“- Would you need some help lifting this huge suitcase, cutie? It seems quite the big one for you,,“

Asmodeus didn’t even get to fully end the sentence that the man took his suitcase with ease and took it on his right shoulder.

“-Nah, don’t touch my stuff.

-I wasn’t going to touch it, I would have gave it to Mammon.

-Hey!!“

And these two were brothers…. Most of them were actually brothers actually. The incarnations of sins, he said… The avatar of Greed, Mammon. The avatar of Lust, Asmodeus. The avatar of Wrath, Satan. Then Beelzebub, the avatar of Glutonny, Leviathan, the avatar of Envy, and Lucifer the avatar of Pride… Wasn’t there seven sins? Where’s the avatar of Sloth at?

“-Urgh, let’s get going then!“ Rushed Mammon.

“-yknow what. Yeh, let’s leave, I can’t see any face anymore or else I’ll punch them.“

Bye. 🧑‍🦽

#obey me #obey me writing #writing #mammon x reader #mammon supremacy #male reader #x reader #obey me x y/n #obey me x you #mammon x y/n #mammon x male reader

[angelasscribbles]

Unexpected Chapter 4: Blossom

Series: Unexpected

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Riley x Maxwell

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: Depicts sexual situations, BDSM, D/s relationship, degradation/praise kink, and sadism/masochism (mild violence) with dom girl and subby boy. Potentially disturbing stalkerish/controlling and inappropriate behavior is mentioned. Must be 18+ to read. This story is not for everyone. Proceed with caution.

Word Count: 2,144

My other stuff: Master List.

“What were you doing with Liam in the hedge maze?”

The voice came out of the darkness, right in her ear, though she’d heard no one walk up behind her.

She spun toward the voice, prepared to fight, before recognizing the voice, “Max? Fuck! You scared the shit out of me!” Relief spilled through her followed by annoyance, “What the fuck are you doing skulking around out here?”

“What am I doing out here? What are you doing out here? With Liam?”

“Whatever I want,” she smirked as she turned and started back toward the palace.

“Wait!” Max scurried after her, “What about us, Riley?”

“There is no us.”

“How can you say that after what we did the other night?”

She stopped walking and spun to face him, “There is no us officially, Max. You understand that, right? I’m technically here for Liam. What we do behind closed doors has to stay there. Tell me you understand that.”

“I….yes, but-“

“No buts. Stop talking to me now.” Riley resumed her trajectory.

He scrambled after her, frustration fueling his determination to win some crumb of affection from her before the night was through.

She made him work for every drop of gentleness and kindness she showed him. Which was a form of sadism in itself.

She enjoyed torturing him, and he enjoyed the torture even as he worked overtime to earn the rewards.

The fact that she made it almost impossible was erotic as hell to him and she delivered swift and firm repercussions when he got it wrong.

He loved being punished by her. He needed it, he needed a firm hand, someone to take control of him, keep him in line.

He craved it. He craved her.

He spent the next hour slumped morosely at the back of the ballroom, watching her dance and flirt with Liam.

“Are you ogling our future queen, again?” Bertrand’s voice, sharp and low, cut through his thoughts.

“What? No!”

“Hm.” Bert pursed his lips skeptically.

“I wasn’t!” Max protested.

“Max! Don’t lie to me!”

“Okay! I was! But you don’t understand! She-“

“Save it, Max! I don’t care and I don’t want to hear it! I’ve heard it all before, you were made for each other, if she would just give you a chance she’d see it, blah, blah, blah!”

“No! I mean yes! I mean no it’s not like before! She’s not like the others! It’s real this time! We are made for each other! She-“

Bertrand pulled his brother close, and hissed, “If you fuck this up for us, Max, I swear to God, I will disinherit you! Now stop!”

“Okay…” Max knocked Bertrand’s hands away and straightened his jacket, “I wasn’t going to do anything!”

“Well keep it that way!” Bertrand snarled before stalking away.

“Sheesh,” Max muttered to himself, “He acts like I have no self-control!”

His eyes scanned the room for his target, but she was nowhere to be found. He’d lost track of her.

Damn it!

Liam was dancing with Penelope and Drake was occupied at the bar. Max circulated through the room looking for her.

He finally found her with Hana outside on the balcony.

“Oh yes, there’s a whole language built around flowers!” Hana was burbling excitedly, “At one time, you could have a whole conversation with them, without saying a word out loud!”

“What does this one mean?” Riley pointed to a rose bush.

“Well, those are red roses and they signify beauty and purity.”

“Really?”

Hana nodded.

“Well in that case,” Riley plucked one from the bush and handed it to Hana, “Here.”

“Oh, I…thank you,” Hana blushed furiously as she took it.

Max brought his most disarming smile to bear as he swooped in, “There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

“Hey, Max,” Hana greeted him.

“Hey, Hana…Riley.”

“Max,” she nodded to him then turned her attention back to the other woman, “Thanks for the flower lesson, Hana, but I should probably be getting back to the ballroom.”

“I know about the language of flowers too, you know,” Max said as he scrambled to keep up with her hurried walk.

“So?” She asked dismissively as they re-entered the ballroom and her eyes swept the dancefloor.

He leaned toward her and lowered his voice, “So, did you know that a peach blossom means I am your captive?”

She stilled and her head turned toward him, “Does it?”

“It does, my little peach blossom.”

“Meet me outside in the main corridor in five minutes,” she murmured before walking away from him.

Four minutes and thirty seconds later he shifted nervously as he waited for her in the hallway.

Five minutes after that she showed up.

“There you are! It’s been nine minutes Riley!”

“Are you complaining? Because I can just go back in there if you are.”

“What? No! Please! I mean…I’m not complaining blossom!”

“Good boy,” she smirked at him as she grabbed him by the front of his shirt and tugged him toward her.

“Okay, I am not complaining, but this isn’t very private and you said-“

“Shhhh,” She pulled him around the corner into a smaller hallway.

“This isn’t much more private,” he pointed out.

“What makes you think we need privacy?” She crossed her arms and titled her head as she waited for his answer.

“Oh, I….ah….”

She reached out and threaded her fingers through his hair, “You’re cute when you blush.”

“Really?” Happiness and warmth bloomed in his chest.

“Really,” she purred as she stepped right up against him and cupped him through his pants, “are you hard yet?”

His body jerked toward her, “Well, I am now!”

“Let’s see it!” She unbuttoned the top of his slacks and slid the zipper down.

He sucked in a sharp gasp, “Riley! What-“

“Don’t talk, Max,” she instructed as her hand began to rub him up and down through his underwear, “close your eyes, stay still, and be quiet, I’m going to make you feel really good.”

His eyes fluttered shut and his head fell back with a groan louder than he had intended.

“That’s it, you should see how good you look right now,” she crooned as her fingers drew circles around the head of his cock.

Precum seeped through the thin material and soft moans spilled from his lips as his hands fell on her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. He brought his head forward and leaned his forehead onto hers, as his entire body strained toward her, “God…damn…Riley….fuck!”

“Now, don’t cum until I tell you, do you understand?”

His head snapped up. His eyes found hers. His breath was already coming in short gasps, sweat beaded his forehead, “I’ll…I’ll try…”

“Not good enough!” she removed her hands and stepped back, “If you can’t follow my instructions, I’ll find someone who can.”

“No! Please! I can do it!”

“Hm,” she tapped her lips as she considered it. Moving her fingers in a twirling motion, she told him, “Turn around and drop your pants. I want to see that pretty ass!”

He turned, placing his back to her, and obediently slid his pants down, letting them tangle around his ankles.

Both hands grabbed a cheek and squeezed, “Now your underwear.”

“But Riley, what if we get caught?” he glanced nervously up and down the hall, but he obeyed.

“Shhh,” she shushed him as she pressed her body into his back, scraped her teeth down his back, and reached her hand around to grasp him firmly, “that’s all part of the fun.”

“Oh fuck!” he cried out as his upper body pitched forward and his ass pressed backward into her.

“Did you know I’m not wearing any panties?” she whispered tantalizingly in his ear, “I’m so fucking wet right now, Max!”

Choked gasps and whimpers spiraled through the hallway as he struggled not to thrust himself into her hand. If he started doing that, it was going to be all over with, and she hadn’t given him permission to cum yet.

“Mm, you like that, don’t you?”

“Yes…” he panted.

“Do you want to cum now, Max?”

“God….yes!” he gasped out as he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to picture the most unsexy things he could think of.

“Beg for it.”

Jesus, she really was trying to kill him. That phrase alone, combined with the low, sultry tone of her voice set his entire body on fire. He was trembling as he managed to whimper, “Please…”

“Please what?”

He wasn’t going to make it. Tears of pain, pleasure, and frustration pooled in his eyes, “Please let me cum…”

Her grip around his cock tightened and she started pumping faster, “Okay baby, cum for me, now!”

“Oh…god….”

A high-pitched whine built in the back of his throat as he jackhammered his hips forward. One thrust was all it took and ribbons of hot, sticky semen erupted from his body, shooting across the hallway to paint the floor, rivulets of it running down his cock and onto her hand.

“You did so good,” she told him as she took a step back, “Now pull your pants up before someone comes around that corner!”

He had no sooner pulled his pants up and turned around to face her than footsteps sounded in the main corridor.

“Shit!” Panic shot through him as he struggled to get the zipper up before whoever it was rounded the corner.

Drake’s voice boomed out, “Brooks! There you are!”

Riley, turned with a disarming smile, placing her body between Max and Drake while wiping her hand on her dress, “What’s up, Walker?”

Max hurriedly finished buttoning his pants and took several steps back, nearly slipping as he placed his foot over the wet spot on the floor, leaving him standing awkwardly in an attempt to keep it covered.

“Why you acting weird, Beaumont?” Drake craned his neck to look around Riley at Max, “I mean weirder than normal…”

“No reason!” he squeaked, folding his arms across his chest and scooting slightly to the left trying to adjust to a more natural stance.   

Riley turned to face Max. She took a step to the side, and one step back, putting herself behind Drake. Her eyes found Max and she smirked at him over Drake’s shoulder as she slowly lifted a hand to her mouth, the one that was still sticky with his ejaculate.

She ran her tongue over one finger then inserted it into her mouth and moved it languidly in and out before withdrawing it and trailing it seductively down her neck and between her cleavage.

Max’s eyes widen with an audible gulp. His body shuddered. His breath hitched.

Drake spun around to see what had affected Max like that but found nothing but Riley smiling serenely at him.

“What?” She fluttered her eyelashes at him. The look she gave Drake was as innocent as the day was long.

Max was the only one that knew how depraved she could be and he felt himself harden again at the thought. He was somehow, inexplicably more turned on and more frustrated than he had been before their encounter.

“Nothing,” Drake’s brows drew together in confusion for a moment before pulling out his phone and sending a quick text, “Liam was looking for you, Brooks.”

“Well, here I am.”

“Doing what, exactly?”

“Max was delivering a message from Bertrand. He wanted to be sure I know the correct way to address the French ambassador,” she rolled her eyes, “you know how pedantic he can be.”

“Yeah,” Drake scoffed, “I don’t envy you having to put up with that crap!”

Liam came around the corner, “Lady Riley, there you are!”

“Here I am,” she agreed.

“I was hoping you would do me the honor of allowing me to escort you to dinner.” He offered her his arm and she took it.

“Certainly,” she glowed as she smiled up at him, “Didn’t get enough of my company in the hedge maze?”

“Never!” he beamed down at her. Glancing up at the other two men he nodded, “Thank you Drake for finding her for me!”

“Not a problem, Li,” Drake waved at them as he sauntered back up the hallway, away from the group.

“Maxwell, a pleasure to see you, as always,” Liam said as he led Riley back toward the main corridor.

“Yes, Max,” Riley threw a steamy glance over her shoulder, “it was a pleasure.”

Max lunged forward to follow them, his foot skidding in the slippery discharge of his own body, causing him to stumble. He crashed sideways into the wall, barely managing to stay upright.

When he glanced up, they were gone, leaving him alone in the hallway, with sticky underwear, and a puddle on the floor.

His head thumped back into the wall as he let out a breath of relief, amazement, and longing. He missed her already.

#unexpected #n*sfw #trr au #maxwell beaumont #maxwell x mc #subby maxwell #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week

[supa101]

The Amazing Story ( Chapter 9 )

*Supa Falls out the freezer*

Supa : Hey guys! I'm Back!

Mike : SUPA!

Passion : SOMEONE IS CALLING YOU YOU!

Supa : Who is it?

Passion : SOMEONE NAMED THEA. THEA!

*he takes the phone*

Supa : Thea! Hi Its been a while since we spoke!

Thea : Do you renember me? Who I was in you're life?

Supa : Y-yes! you are my sister And Not too many memory's because we had got split up.

Thea : Okay... Have you got a name?

Supa : Yeah my name is supa! don't you renember mom and dad naming me?

Thea : Errrrr... I am Unsure about.. THEM. But No they ditched you and me and yeah.

Supa : So... Holy shit I don't have parents.

Thea : Well We do but they just left us in the dust. How have you been though? I want to know it all and we can meet up at some point I missed you SOOOOOOO much

Supa : sheesh Lots have happened So One person likes me. In a gay way but I am like " Friend zone but you are a maybe man " And I am unsure about this girl. I tell you that when we meet up! Also this Diffrent universe me Liked me and we dated... then she kidnapped me. Her name is val...

Thea : Val?! like that school shooter that you Killed?

Supa : YOU HEARD ABOUT THAT?! I thought you would not find out!

Thea : Is that a bad thing?

Supa : NONONONONO NO its not bad Not bad at all!

Person : Hi supa! who are you talking too?

Supa : Friend

Person : Oh okay!

Thea : was that the person that liked you?

Supa : No that is person. Blue likes me Well Not like activly flirting but like "like me When he knows he can"

Thea : Blue... does he wear a blue scarf?

Supa : Yup! How'd you know?

Thea : we used to date. we broke up not because cheating or not type. we decided there are other people in the world. Sooo yeah

Supa : So the person that I might in might in the slightest date is the person that dated you? that might make things weird...

Thea : Any questions?

Supa : How many siblings are there still out there or do I have

Thea : You have The genders of the siblings is also gonna be said

Supa : Oki

Thea : three girls and two boys

Supa : Who there names?

Thea : Tell you when we meet up... Where should we meet up?

Supa : Do you know where scribble land is?

Thea : no... Can we meet at the entrance of Scribble land?

Supa : its down south In like a ditch too a pipe for like the sewer. once you walk in hold you're hand on the left side of the pipe because... No no Just walk into the pipe And you should be teleported to scribble land.

Thea : Don't let anyone follow right?

Supa : Yup!

Thea : So saturday?

Supa : I will be waiting in the ditch for you on saturday morning If you come late Its fine

Thea : K I'm gonna hang up see you then lil thing

*she hangs up*

Blue : You got a nother crush?

Supa : ... FUCK YOU'RESELF I DON'T GOT A NOTHER CRUSH!

*supa shove's blue*

Blue : What's wrong with him

Person : No clue He is serious He does not got a crush so Don't follow him tommarow he is meeting up with someone

Blue : Okay can do

[mllebabushkat]

☀️ Warrior Nun S2E5 🌙

holy shit yeah this one's wild

"[she had] her sisters" the INFINITE FONDNESS in that look between avatrice at that moment 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

"tell jilian her son is here" MICHAEL?????????????????

insert beyonce meme

yo he sounds sorta cultish what's up with this reya miguel

camilla darling 🥺

she reallly has been through it all these few months, having to grow up alone too fast

loving her arc tho can't wait to see more !!

yayyy more bea + cam <333

bea giving her her all the affirmation and recognition she deserves, and in return,

cam putting into words and validating what bea has been so afraid to admit

GIRL UR IN DENIAL

did i mention i love their dynamic

oh i missed bea in her ocs habit!

oh wow now it's bea's turn to go 😍 at her flying gf 'best friend'

"i trust you. you know i do. we'll beat him." *CLUTCHES HEART*

ava is ROCKING her hairstyle this season ugh 👌

aaaaa mother superion + yasmine what a cute duooo

"never apologise for your gifts, just use them wisely" <3

me, recognising the conference room set: that's the thing! from the trailer!! superion boutta kick asS

insert pointing leo dicaprio meme

oh i love superion's actress, such Presence

kudos to her for recognising cult speak from a mile away 👍

william always talked too much for a bg character to be on the good side ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

soooo. Catholic Murder Hotel.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA all the old men waving their tiny knives IM DYING

like copious bloodshed aside IM CACKLING LMAO

obligatory 'poor yasmine bby' honey ur doing great

SUPERION MONTAGE

fave moment: superion screwdrivers her handle straight down into that guy's skull and uses him as a shield

this really is Her Episode

quality fight scene as expected *kisses to the crew*

WAIT i just realised

yasmine doxxed herself and her secret sect to adriel's followers uhhhh-

oh ocs reinforcements!

psa: exposure to bring camilla's brilliant smile will blind you 🤩

brief detour

im gonna need an obligatory 'lilith wtf' to go along with 'fuck off adriel' and 'vincent el bastardo'

speaking of which, is he having second thoughts?

so yeah, lilith wtf

did she just...., orgasm out a pair of demon wings? like fine the eyebag scales make sense but i'm so fucking confused hahahahahaha

and disgusted

don't make out with the creepy beardo

sheesh

oK back to the RESCUE MISSION

"fuck shit fuck" yeah me too girl-

;KJ;LKADSJF;JASHDG;JAS;DFA NOOOOOOOO AVA

not at beatrice being so used to mortality she went straight to that inspiration-from-the-brink-of-death spiel 💀💀

CLOSE CALL

halo said u ain't dying here in this shitty alley

"easy, easy" ava no my palpitations haven't eased off just yet

the Patented Avatrice ✨Face Cradling✨

the way ava Nestles into bea's neck 😍😍😍

aaaaaaaaaaaaa they are so TENDER

"they can't beat us bea. not together." *CLUTCHES HEART AGAIN*

ANYWAY

hoo boy what's next

#i love how they've set up the issue of ava's mortality so far but i'm also terrified T-T #like yeah i've had spoilers but i simply pretend i do not see #s t r e s s #warrior nun #wn #warrior nun season 2 #babushkat watches warrior nun #babushkat rambles

[impyssadobsessions]

Bully: Political Arsony

“Gary, we could get into some serious trouble for this.” Pete whined as they crept in the hallways, looking out for prefects.

“Stop being such a baby, Pete. Sheesh. I knew I should've asked that moron instead. He wouldn't have whined.” Gary hissed at the smaller teen, “Now keep it down. They're almost done patrolling.”

Pete huffed, but kept quiet. He didn't want to do this, but Gary never took “no” for an answer. His grip tightened on the stink bomb in his hands.

“Coast is clear, c'mon,” Gary waved Pete to follow as they walked up to the second floor where the front office was.

“Oh, this is going to be good. I bet that nerd Earnest is going to throw a fit when the Head refuses to do a re-vote.” Gary snorted a dorky laugh.

“Earnest is going to throw a fit anyway. There's no way he would have won.” Pete said as he followed Gary to the voting box that sat on Ms. Danvers' desk.

Gary rubbed his hands together, practically bouncing in his spot. “We should have picked up a dead rat too. That would really give off the patriotic spirit.”

“Uh-huh. Let's just do this and go-”

“Ahh!” A short scream came from out of the hall, as sound of sneakers squeaked on the floor.

“Shh! Algie! You're going to get us caught.” An awkward voice hissed in a not so quiet whisper.

“I can't help it! I-I tripped!” Algie's voice squeaked, “Aww, man. I think some went down my leg.”

“Shh, mighty warrior, Algernon. We must hurry with our quest, for behest our dearest leader.” That was definitely Melvin.

Gary and Pete locked eyes, for a moment. Gary grinned cheekily as Pete gave him a frown in return. He shoved the box to the table in the corner of the room and then dragged Pete to hide behind the counter.

Gary put a finger to his lips and whispered, “On three toss the stink bomb at those losers.”

“Gary-” Pete clasped his hands tight around the stink bomb. His palms were sweating.

“Shhush-and just do it.” Gary warned with a glare, before returning to his grin. His legs swaying back and forth as he tried to keep his excitement down.

Pete pressed his back to the counter and listened as the small group of nerds shuffled into the office. Biting his lip to hold back a whine.

“Box procured! What now?” Algie asked as he grabbed the box.

“Now I shall place my enchantment of deception. These fools have too low of intelligence to figure out my illusion.” Cornelius, Pete's thinks, said as the sound of paper shuffled.

Pete looked back at Gary who was mouthing the conversation, in a mocking way by making silly expressions. Pete shook his head at the boy's dramatics, but a smirk was plastered on his face. He was trying hard not to snicker.

“Wow, did you write all those yourself?” Algie asked.

“No, of course not. I just wrote a few and had them copied. As long as there is enough variants, Ms. Danvers won't know the difference!”

Pete covered his face with his hand, as Gary started going off script. By Gary's gesturing and lip movement, Pete had guessed Gary was going something on the lines of: “Oh Fuck me Cornelius, I want something in my pants besides pee!”

Pete was starting to think he hung around Gary too much. Not that he chose to but still..

“Hold on, brave knight. We must open the sacred box before slipping the charms in. We can't have an amount more than what is in the box, otherwise the succubus will suspect tampering.” Melvin spoke.

“Oh-haha.. right.”

Pete looked back at Gary when he nudged him. The scarred teen raised a finger, signally one. Pete nodded, as he scooted closer to the edge of the counter. Carefully he peered around the corner.

He saw them all huddled around the box, trying to pry it open. How many nerds does it take to open a box? Apparently more than three. Gary would probably have a better punchline for that.

“Ugh, its no use. I should have brought my axe.” Algie whined.

“That dull thing would have crushed it. I do believe I have a lock-pick in my inventory.” Melvin patted his pockets.

“I can't believe you guys! You guys were suppose to figure out how to open it!” Cornelius huffed.

Trouble in paradise. Seriously, they were suppose to be smart.

Pete jolted as he felt hot breath on his neck. Gary was peaking over his shoulder, and snorted at the pink shirt boy's reaction.

“You hear that?” Melvin asked, turning behind him.

Pete and Gary leaning back behind the counter, before he could see them. Gary held two fingers in front of Pete's face, wiggling them.

“I didn't hear anything over Algie's grunting and wheezing.” Cornelius was agitated.

Pete fixed his grip on the stink bomb, shifting his stance. Knowing that they were probably going to run.

“I still scored higher than you on the physical test! So there-neh!” Algie stuck his tongue out at the dark-skin teen.

Cornelius and Algie started pushing and slapping at each other.

Pete felt a chill down his spin as he heard a flick and sizzle behind him.

“Gentlemen- please!” Melvin tried to pull them apart as they bumped into the table making the box fall off the table.

“Now, Pete! Fire in the hole!” Gary tossed a firecracker at the nerds, then jumped over the counter.

“You said on three!” Pete hurried to toss the stink bomb, blinding the three and covering them in stink. He scrambled across the counter, pulling his collar over his face.

“Three smee. I gotta keep you on your toes somehow.” Gary and Pete ran out of the office as they heard sounds of the three throwing up and screeching.

“Well, now that went unexpected. Nonetheless, I do believe we succeeded Pete.” Gary claimed as they made there way back to the dorm, taking a shortcut through the fence.

Pete coughed and wheezed, trying to get air back into his lungs, before climbing over. He was not cut out for running for long and the stink bomb didn't help.

“Uh-huh.. How so?” Pete asked as he hauled himself over the broken fence with a grunt.

Halfway over the wall, Pete whipped his head back at the sound of fire alarm. It rang loudly from the main building. The three nerds falling and stumbling down the main steps as they headed their way back to the dorm.

Pete looked back over to see Gary grinning, then shook his head with a sigh.

~

The next morning, Ms. Danvers' voice rang through out the school on the intercom.

“Attention little rugrats- Because of the little stunt last night, it took firefighters an hour before they came to assess the VERY REAL fire. Luckily, thanks to the sprinkler system the fire was put out before further damage could be done.”

“We have reason to believe the cause of the fire was politically motivated, as the damage was remotely done to the voting box. So, in turn, we have revoked your rights in choosing the school president this year. I need not remind you that as adolescents you have NO RIGHTS and voting was merely our way of encouraging you to make the RIGHT choices. Which you have time and again proven that you cannot.”

“That saying, our new school president is Ted Thompson. Let's celebrate with a polite and non-disruptive clap for Mr. Thompson.”

The class erupted into a roar, by mostly the four jocks attending it. Pete politely clapped with the rest, until he felt something bounce off his head. He turned to look back at Gary sat leaned back in his chair. His feet sat on the desk, his arm was behind his head, and he was playing with a pencil in his free hand.

Pete raised a brow, wondering what got Gary so wired now. Gary rolled his eyes and gestured with the tilt of his head down. Pete looked down, seeing the wad of paper that had hit him moments ago. He reached down to pick it up.

“And NO, Earnest, this is non-negotiable. We must honor all students successes, even if it was due to unfair circumstances. That's simply how the world works. Thank you.” The intercom screeched before shutting off for good.

He opened it up and immediately regret it. He glared back at Gary, who just snickered into his hand.

It was a drawing of last nights events, or at least a Gary retelling. Pete just shoved the paper into his bag, praying no one saw it as Mr. Hatterick tried to get everyone's attention again.

#bully cce #bully scholarship edition #bully canis canem edit #canis canem edit #gary smith #pete kowalski #peter kowalski #fanfic #oneshot #LOL i needed to get this out of my system #I know most ppl follow me for dpxdc but here's a fandom i keep coming back too #kids being kids #a03 #bully rockstar #bully

[jadeofblades]

saigokumota for the character bingo :3

Sorryyy this took a while, but anyways prepare for Brain Rot

First things first, Shuichi. Oh my God this man,, he is my everything. I want him and I want to be him at the same time. It gets lowkey so annoying when ppl (mainly ppl who hate him) reduce him to just this emo waawaa boy who should've went instead of Kaede. Sure its sad to not have gotten a female protag but I think to throw away his growth (that wasn't Just from that) because of it,, sucks.

I put a /j for the ship thing because I think most shuichi ships are quite good.... minus Saiouma. God. Sorry to my followers/moots that like them but to put lightly I cannot stand that pairing it makes my ass itch.

Ignore my ugly stars </3 anyways, Kaito!! He is such a bright guy oh my goshhh, and you know me when I see a character with a color palette thats made up of my fave colors (in this case, purple) I go go nuts. He's a goofy funky man and the autism rays are Beaming from him, its unreal.

I need. People. To stop. Calling him dumb!!! I'm sick of it!! He may be loud, he may be impulsive, and he may not think things through a lot. But that does NOT make one stupid. He's still an astronaut (a damn good one at that, even if at times it doesn't always shine through when it should) and he is not a completely oblivious dude, sheesh. Also like,,,, could we stop with the whole homophobic comment thing? Yes we shouldn't just gloss over it but idk, to immediately jump to a character being So Horrible due to saying one thing like that is kinda shit.

Last, but certainly not least, GONTAAA. Fuck man he is so wonderful and nice and gorgeous looking I want to cry and die for him. It sucks so so bad he didn't get more moments to shine because I truly think he could've grown so well if he got to live even just a lil longer. Also like his story is so?? Tragic?? He may not show much sadness for being shunned by his rich family due to being raised and cared for by his forest family but Boy,

...... Sighhhhhh, can we stop babying this man so much, fandom? Gonta is a grown ass man who studies living creatures as his talent. HE KNOWS WHAT SEX IS!!! HE KNOWS HOW TO READ, AND WRITE, AND DRAW GOOD ASS DIAGRAMS OF BUGS!!! I am so tired of the fact that just because he talks a certain way or thinks a certain way (and is quite ND coded, cough) Gonta gets put down like he's a child when he Isn't. Biting and killing!

So yeah, it's funny how these three are kinda similar with how my opinions are laid out, but it's kinda cool how different they are despite so if that makes sense.

#character bingo #ask game #gonta gokuhara #shuichi saihara #kaito momota #If undercut isnt working I will fight a god

[samjacksonwc]

Spice to Meetcha ♜ Sam × Bobbi

TIMING: Between late April and early May LOCATION: Thai Tanic, Downtown, White Crest PARTIES: @samjacksonwc & @timetide SUMMARY: Bobbi and Sam settle their differences over a nice dinner at Thai Tanic, but as it turns out, they’re the most “intensely spicy” item in the restaurant. CONTENT: Parental issue tw, parental death tw, implied suicide tw, just two lonely people getting spicy

What the hell was she thinking? Going out with the enemy’s son? Granted it was just dinner between two people that wanted to try the same restaurant out but still! Bobbi should know better, she scowled as she screamed at herself in her head, all while she sat quietly in John’s truck, much to her first mate’s amusement. The same wicked blood still runs through Sam’s veins, incompetent as he seems to be. She can’t afford to be entangled with his ilk again. For the sake of the docks and the people she’s taken to as family and friends, she should never be blinded by their silver tongues again. Fuck me.

“Penny for your thoughts, my lovely grandma?” John quipped, giving her a quick side-eye from the driver’s seat, as they made their way closer downtown. Bobbi was quick to slap him in the arm, making the boy laugh in turn. “Easy there! You’ll ruin your beautiful dress! If I didn’t know you any better, you look like you’re really into this date.” Bobbi snarled, scowling even harder, if that was even possible, as she snapped at her most loyal crewmate. “It’s not a date, John! And I’m not a grandma! I just want some Thai! Can’t a girl just get some Thai?” She followed that up with a few choice curse words in fluent Chinese. Shaking his head, John relented as they pulled up in the parking lot. “All right, all right! No need to go there, B! Sheesh!” He chuckled some more before unlocking the door, even opening her side for her. “Here we are. Enjoy your…not-date. Just let me know when to pick you up, mkay?”

“Go fuck yourself, John! I’ll head home on my own,” Bobbi growled as she pushed herself out of his truck in her somewhat fancy dress and slammed the door at him before he could speak. The huxian immediately tried to stomp out of there to keep him from making more quips, but the boy could not be denied, calling out to her one final time before driving away. “All right! Enjoy your hot night, granny!” That should have been enough for the huxian to launch lightning at his truck. Fortunately for John, he was who he was. That and Bobbi didn’t want to mess up her dress. Fucking hell, what the fuck am I doing? She took a moment to breathe hard, relaxing herself, and exhaling all the negative emotions in her body. Well, most of them. She was almost feeling great when the other person, the one she had irrationally agreed to have this dinner with, made their presence known. This curry better be kickin’ hot.

“Oh, wow!” Sam exclaimed as he approached Bobbi, a huge grin on his face. His dark brown eyes wandered all over her, wide with excitement, though half of that was for the food. Sam had been looking forward to trying out Thai Tanic for days now, weeks even, but work has been piling up and keeping him away from all the delicious danger of the cuisine. Yoo-ara had tried to come up with a compromise but even her attempt to order takeout just a couple of days ago while they worked overtime on a new campaign project proved futile: It just wasn’t in the cards for Sam and Thai Tanic. Enter Bobbi. “You look very hot tonight, Bobbi!” 

If Sam had taken some time to reevaluate his whole thing with Bobbi, he would have probably realized that was not the best greeting for him to make. After all, Bobbi seemed to hate him with all her existence, and not just online. They had met before, and she seemed equally frustrated with his existence in real life. So frustrated in fact that she would have rather died in that cave alone than be saved by him of all people. She probably wouldn’t even acknowledge that if it came down to him, but he did. He saved her. Him of all people.

Sam didn’t blame her for hating him, though. He was his father’s son, and even though Sam hated his old man with the same fervor, maybe even more, he could not change the fact that his blood flowed through his own veins. He tried. Some things, you just need to live with. “I got the reservations! Pretty nice table, too. Friend said it’s the best table in the house. Shall we, my lady?” He offered her his arm to hook with her own, his excitement for Thai food clearly overwhelming his common sense.

Bobbi’s face turned red at Sam’s inane babbling, her cheeks feeling hotter than usual, mostly from the rage that his very existence was inciting within her. Mostly. That huge stupid grin on his face didn’t help. On the contrary, it made the huxian want to grit her teeth until they were dust, just to keep herself from biting him should the fury end up uncontrollable. Shut up, shut up, shut up, you dumb fuck! His voice, to her, was unbearable, every syllable coming out of his mouth a nail being hammered into her head. If all this wasn’t torture, Bobbi wouldn’t know what was. 

“Let’s get one thing straight, Jackson,” Bobbi scowled at the very idea of her having to hook arms with the son of the vile man she held utmost contempt for. With a look of disgust, she took a step back, not even wanting to be anywhere near that disgusting Jackson limb. Who knows where it had been? Certainly not her. “This isn’t a date, all right?” She glared at him, making sure her almond-shaped ebony eyes were locked with his dark brown pair. “We’re just two people who happen to want to eat at the same restaurant, okay? At the same table. Nothing more. Understood?” The urge to just bite him was strong, but the brave captain of the Salmon Ella, sometimes the Salmon Fella, held herself together much stronger.

Bobbi heaved a sigh, taking in all the good air she could and then breathing them with all the negative emotions that were building inside of her again. After a moment, she managed to compose herself, turning towards the door and immediately walking towards the inside of the restaurant without even waiting for Sam. Nevermind that it was just dawning on her how she forgot to bring along her wallet. Or did John take it? Fuck! This was the wrong time to do one of your childish pranks, John! You stupid child! Clenching her jaw, she did call out to him, the only one who could pay for dinner now. No way she was leaving. She was already here. Might as well. “You better be following me, Jackson. I don’t know where that table is, but I know where I can tase you.”

Sam was caught by surprise by Bobbi’s sudden outburst, though he should have really expected it. The look on her face from the moment she saw him was a warning in itself. Plus, that whole thing about her hating his late father for reasons she had not yet shared but he simply assumed were because that guy was an asshole. He was. Even to his family. Especially to his family. Behind the scenes at least. “I didn’t say anything about a date, but understood,” he almost chuckled but managed to rein it all in. Just in case Bobbi would take offense to that, too, which of course he also understood.

Sam watched her as he took a moment to calm herself down, his lips curling into a smile. This wasn’t the first his very existence has irritated someone and he had doubts it would be the last. Maybe he was just cursed or something, the black blood of his hateful father cursing through his veins like a repulsive stench everyone else but him could not stomach. For a time, he hated that thought, but some things you just can’t change. You just have to live with them. “Coming!” Dear. He shook his head, chuckling to himself, as his feet quickened the pace to catch up to her, so he could do the most gentlemanly thing of opening the door for a woman…who can, on every account, beat the living shit out of him without even breaking a sweat.

Finally inside, Sam’s eyes grew wide in fascination. His excitement for this moment had been built up by time and his assistant Yoo-ara’s persistent ravings. This place was amazing, she said. Well, now, as the servers helped them to their table, Sam can finally relate. He waited for a moment for Bobbi to take her seat first before taking to his own. With a huge grin, he browsed the menu like a child spending their first time in a candy store. “We should definitely try that “intensely spicy” thing my friend has been raving about! Are you vegetarian, though?”

On their way to the table, Bobbi stole glimpses of Sam’s face. It wasn’t like she wanted to see his face, though. Far from it. It was more about gauging his reaction, making sure he wasn’t ogling her like the animal that he is, his father was. Surprisingly, Sam seemed more interested in the restaurant than her. Wait, why’s that surprising? That’s actually a relief. She heaved a sigh at that thought, believing it might actually just end up a peaceful night, a welcomed respite from all the troubles she’s had to endure the past few weeks. 

Then Sam opened his mouth and a familiar but unwelcomed wave of anger washed over Bobbi, reminding her of what his blood had done to her all those years ago, the persecution and the debt paid and owed. She clenched her jaw, almost slamming her fists on the table. Fortunately, she caught herself, and although the server was clearly confused, they seemed more interested in getting their work done as fast as they could so they could leave them be. A smart tactic. 

“I’m not,” the anger in her tone was apparent, so she paused for a few seconds to let herself calm down. “...a vegetarian, Jackson. Let’s get whatever that is then. Oh, wait, aren’t you too weak to handle anything intense? Maybe you should get something else.” Bobbi turned to the server who appeared extremely uncomfortable to be there, pretending they were in on the supposed gag. “He’s got a weak stomach. Boys, am I right?” 

“I appreciate the concern, Bobbi,” Sam chuckled, oblivious to Bobbi’s rising blood pressure. A part of him wanted to quip, intentionally calling her baby instead of her name just to get another rise from her. Then he realized that it would not be worth endangering their server, himself, and anyone else close by. “But my stomach?” Like an idiot, he slapped it with both hands not unlike a professional wrestler would their chest to hype themselves up, still grinning from ear to ear. “My stomach is made of steel! I am ready for the challenge!”

He didn’t even have time to look back at Bobbi. Instead, Sam focused his attention at their server, a pretty little thing, definitely his type, which was a wide category most precisely defined as “every woman on God’s green Earth,” and with a playful smirk, ordered the  “intensely spicy” thing his friend has been raving about. The server just stared at him, though, and asked what he was talking about. 

Sam just said the same thing again: “The intensely spicy thing? It’s on your menu. Here, let me just,” but when he went over it, there was nothing. As if the damned thing had never existed. As if Yoo-ara had been lying to him for several weeks now. As if the whole reason for this dinner was a sham. “It was here a moment ago.” He turned to Bobbi not unlike a child looking for an ally. Was this place gaslighting him? Why? This was his first time. If this is the intensely spicy thing Yoo-ara meant, I am so screaming at her back at the office.

“It wasn’t concern, Jackson,” Bobbi shot him a look of disgust even before he started playing with his stomach. Like, who even does that? And at a restaurant, too, with a beautiful girl as his date. Not that this was a date per se, but people around them probably and mistakenly thought it was, so he should really be careful at how he was acting right then and there. Of course, Bobbi didn’t really care. Pft. Of course not. Why would she care? She was just there to try out the restaurant for the first time. Just unfortunate Sam was here with her at the same time.

Bobbi heaved a sigh, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms, as she sat back in her seat, annoyed at Sam’s “intense” “fight” with the poor server. It was more like a squabble, really, between a misinformed idiot and someone just doing their job. “Look, Jackson,” she finally had to step in, not wanting to prolong the server’s agony. “If it’s not on the menu, just order something else.” She wasn’t about to enable his delusions, especially not while she was hungry. Bobbi shifted her full attention to the server, and with a smile, went with an old favorite. “I’ll have the yam talay and gaeng keow wan with steamed rice.”

Back in the good old days, when she was still the bad young pirate Baozhai, Bobbi had visited the shores of Thailand more times than she could remember. It had been quite the ordeal, learning the language during the first few visits, but over time, she had managed to speak it quite fluently, even adopting the accent with relative ease. To this day, she still does business with the Thai, though most of it is legal procurement. The only thing debatable is the manner of transport. Things can be quite a hassle when it comes to differing authorities.

“Ugh, fine,” Sam rolled his eyes like a petulant child, deeply disappointed by the lack of the one thing that had been urging him to try this place out. What was the point now? If the primary cause of an event ceased to exist, does the event still hold meaning? Or something like that. Sam tried to put a deeper logic into his supposed defeat but there really was none. Even a part of him knew that, the same part that allowed him to just let it go with a deep sigh. “I’ll just have what the beautiful lady in the beautiful dress is having.”

Sam continued to mope as they waited for their food, burdened by his helplessness as his main motivation for this venture dissipated into nothingness as if it didn’t even exist in the first place. Was Yoo-ara fucking with him again? Probably not. She seemed genuinely obsessed with the damned thing. Then again, she was a believable actress when she really wanted to be. Ugh. Life can be so cruel at times, so cruel in fact that he didn’t even remember how interesting the other person at the table was.

When the food finally arrived, Sam just stared at it for a few minutes, disgusted by its presence, even though everything smelled so wonderful and appetizing. The waitress took one look at him and flashed Bobbi a concerned look that also contained a little bit of discomfort. Why was a grown man acting like a child over Thai food? Some things the server will never know. After a while, Sam heaved another deep sigh and picked up his chopsticks. In the end, he realized he was already there, and chances were, he was going to get saddled with the entire bill, so there was no point in letting good food go to waste. “Itadakimasu.”

Bobbi turned red, surprised at Sam’s flattery. Although she did dress up for the occasion, against her better judgment, she wasn’t expecting him to notice her dress. Or her beauty. But then she remembered how annoying he was during their conversations, whether online or in real time, and that red turned from shyness to anger. Is he mocking me? Him, of all people? With his father’s disgusting blood running through his veins? What the flying fuck. “You’re such an idiot, Jackson.”

As Sam moped throughout the waiting time for their meal, Bobbi sulked, arms crossed over her chest, face turned far away from Sam’s direction. She felt that if she was to take another look at his face, her fists and her feet would follow suit, and she was wearing a dress too nice for a justified beatdown. Besides, she really wanted to try the food here. Screw Sam and his stupid face. Stupid shitty Sam. He wasn’t going to ruin this night for her. Not when she was wearing a beautiful dress.

Focusing her attention on the food, Bobbi ignored Sam, pretending like he didn’t exist right across her. She couldn’t ignore the server, however, mostly because she’s been in that position before, and if she wanted to come back here with better company, she probably shouldn’t make such a bad first impression. She’d rather not be remembered as that kind of customer. With an apologetic look, Bobbi sympathized with the server. At least they’re not in my shoes right now. Would be worse. She was already eating her food when Sam spoke in Japanese, surprising her so much that she couldn’t resist commenting on it. “You speak Japanese?” Hopefully, he was just one of those weebs John won’t stop complaining about.

“What?” Sam was caught surprised with Bobbi’s sudden aggression. He was just trying to compliment her, and it wasn’t even that bad of a compliment. Her dress was indeed very beautiful and maybe because of that she also looked somewhat beautiful tonight. Well, to be fair, Sam has always thought Bobbi was beautiful. That was very hard to deny. It was just her attitude, mostly against him, that scared him, pushed him away, made him think twice about hitting on her. As he shouldn’t. “What did I do?”

Sam was already munching on a shrimp when Bobbi raised the concern regarding the languages he knew. Swallowing the rest of it whole, which was probably not something he should’ve done, unless he wanted to offend Bobbi some more, which wasn’t his intention, not at all, Sam beamed with pride as he tried to satiate her curiosity. “Well, it is the language of anime and all other superior forms of art!” Sam was definitely a weeb, and if that wasn’t clear before, this would’ve made it clearer for Bobbi. “I learned it in university a while back. Roommate was into it, too, so I learned from her. Also went to Japan a few times for some seminars.”

“What about you?” He took a piece of chicken and started gobbling on it, ignoring the sauce now painting his mouth like it was a canvas. Sam knew his tableside manners, but at this point in time, he was messing up East Asian etiquette with his laziness. If he remembered correctly, it was a compliment if soup was slurped, though for the life of him, he couldn’t quite recall if not wiping the grease around his mouth fell in the same category. “I’m sure a ship captain such as yourself knows a few languages more than one?” 

So many things, Sam. Bobbi heaved a long, drawn out sigh of disbelief. She rolled her eyes, intentionally not looking at Sam, not paying the politician her full attention. He deserved nothing of the sort, only her ire. “What didn’t you do?” Angrily, she couldn’t eating, shoving the delicious morsel into her mouth. She made sure not to make loud noises, however, still respecting the sanctity of the restaurant. It wasn’t their fault Sam was…Sam. It was his and his alone.

“Anime?” She groaned in dismay, though it was short-lived. As much as she hated Sam, Bobbi could not deny that she found some anime the same. A lot of them were hilarious, and a few of them even spoke to her. But she wasn’t going to tell Sam any of that. She didn’t want to have anything similar to him, most of all her taste in entertainment. Bobbi still viewed herself as a step better than Sam, mostly because of his father, a story that would be left for another time. “Uh-huh… Your roommate was a woman? Must’ve been one amazing gal…to be able to withstand you, Jackson.”

To prove her superiority, Bobbi began speaking in different languages, transitioning easily from one to the next. It helped that China itself, where she had come from, spent most of her early life around, had over a dozen languages just alone. She also spoke in Korean, of course, as she sailed near the country before it was broken in two. There was also a more fluent and much smoother Japanese thrown in there, some Filipino, Thai, and a myriad of other languages heard around the Pacific, her former wading ground as a pirate. “I know more than you, Jackson. Always.”

There was a point when Sam would wonder if Bobbi’s hatred of him included him as a separate person from his father, but he dared not ask. He didn’t think she knew him enough yet to distinguish him as his own person. Whatever his father did to her must have been horrible, but his old man had never run out of horrible acts he had committed himself over the years. Just the pain of being born his son, nothing new.

When the talk shifted towards his roommate, Sam grew more serious. “She was,” was all he could muster, head bowed down to his bowl, pretending to tinker with his meal, even though he was instead wrestling with bad memories. His roommate was more than an amazing gal. She had inspired him to carry on, to continue fighting, despite his past, his horrible childhood, and the blood on his name. It was a terrible shame that, in the end, it was her who did what she stopped him from doing, and Sam couldn’t even save her from her own sadness. I didn’t even know.

Bobbi’s impressive display of language fluency distracted him from his dark thoughts, however, and Sam immediately found himself grinning from ear to ear. Leaning back in awe, with meat still in his mouth, he started applauding her, truly bewildered by how many languages she knew. “Dang, Bobbi! That’s… I don’t even know how to… No words can express how amazed I am with you!” He shook his head in disbelief but with wide eyes shimmering in the restaurant’s artificial light. “You definitely do! That’s so cool! Must’ve traveled a lot while you were a kid, huh?”

Bobbi raised an eyebrow when she noticed Sam acting funny. Well, not funny. Definitely not funny haha, more like funny sus. As per usual, she had been picking up new terms and words from the crew, John especially. Was it something I said? Should she apologize? No, whatever it is, it’s on him, not me. Bobbi assured herself it was nothing more than his bloodline again. Their family was always a pain in the ass to her, and most of that was because they were a pain in the ass to themselves. Really messed up, she assumed, even though the only one she had butted heads with was Sam’s dad.

Bobbi was caught even more surprised when Sam complimented her. Sure, he had already done that before, especially tonight, but Bobbi thought he was going to insult her back. After all, she did mock him and all that he’s ever known. The natural thing was to argue back, prove himself better than what she knows of him. Maybe he’s just really that messed up. With a sigh, she rolled her eyes and took another bite out of her meal. “Sure, let’s go with that.”

Bobbi soon found herself thinking of her own childhood. The intense amount of traveling didn’t happen until much later. For most of her youth, before she even got any closer to adulthood, she was landlocked in the mountains of China. Before she met the pirates, she had never thought about the rest of the world, already content with hers, all of which she had already explored on her own. As safely as possible. “You did a lot of traveling when you were a kid?” She could only imagine.

Sam shrugged, pulling himself off his plate and taking his napkin to wipe his mouth and then his hands clean. He felt like continuing to eat while talking about himself was somewhat weird, like he shouldn’t, even though there was no real deep meaning behind it. Sam was free to talk and eat like anyone else. Yet there he was, thinking he could only do one or the other, not both. He stared at Bobbi, reaching out to clean the side of her mouth with his used napkin after noticing a tiny piece of shrimp on it.

“Not as much as you, I guess,” he grinned. Sam was able to do some traveling of his own, sure, but most of it was hitching a ride with friends, getting one or two of them to bring him along to wherever they felt like it. His trip to Singapore? A friend who liked him needed a fake boyfriend to keep her parents off her back. His trip to India? A bunch of his schoolmates wanted to do some soul searching, Eat, Pray, Love style. His first time in South Korea? Well, that was when he met Yoo-ara and almost married her. Weird how the world works sometimes.

“What’s your favorite place outside of White Crest?” The question popped up in his head randomly and was immediately blurted out, as if it couldn’t wait to be spoken and heard. The town was great and all, mostly because it was Sam’s job to think that and make sure others thought the same, but he was off the clock, and to be honest, he’d rather have been born elsewhere, as someone else. Weird can be a lot of pain.

Despite having tried her best to shift the conversation elsewhere, Bobbi still couldn’t shrug off the sadness that seemed to emanate from Sam. He was trying to hide it with that grin and that distracting question, perhaps trying to follow her lead in shifting their conversation to happier topics, but it was unmistakable. Bobbi has had the same herself, and she might even still have it. Slowly, her unwarranted and undeserved hatred of him, spurred by something he could not even change, began to dissipate. It wasn’t like Bobbi had forgotten who he was, who his father was, but it was like she was seeing him in a different light.

“Actually not all that great,” she shrugged, this time following his lead. Letting go of her utensils, she wiped her mouth off the grease of her very delicious food, took a quick swig of her drink, and leaned forward, elbows resting on the table. As if she wasn’t wearing a hoity toity dress. “Just means I couldn’t find a place to settle in, you know?” It was perhaps the most vulnerable thing she had shared with him since the first time they met. Bobbi had tried her best to focus on antagonizing him, making sure this Jackson Jr. didn’t get to have something over her, but this meal seemed to have changed her mind. “Favorite place outside of White Crest? Singapore, maybe, or Hong Kong. You ever visited those places?”

By the time they finished their meal, Bobbi felt herself loosening up. She wasn’t quite sure if it was just the food or maybe even Sam himself, but she wasn’t as agitated as she always was around him. Maybe it was even food poisoning. It was hard to tell, and she didn’t really put much thought into it. One thing’s for sure, she needed something stronger inside of her. “Speaking of, I just got some baijiu shipped over, Chinese liquor, kinda like whiskey, but way better. You’re welcome to try some, if you’re down? Never did thank you for saving my life in that cave.”

“Ah, well,” Sam found familiarity in Bobbi’s revelation. A traveler who just couldn’t find a place to settle in and another one who just wants to get as far away as he can from home, only to be drawn back to it a few years later. There was irony in that. Or was it something else? Sam had never been good with his literature. Not actually as technical as he saw himself to be. “You’re here now. With your crew. Sounds like you inevitably did, which is a good thing, if I can be so bold.”

Sam raised his glass as he leaned forward and tempted fate by gesturing to Bobbi that it would be the most opportune moment to clink theirs together. Why? He had no idea why. It just felt like it to him. Must be the loneliness in the night. “Been to both once or twice. One of them has a Disneyland, right?” He tried to make her laugh, even though he knew she would never. She must have really been screwed over by his deadbeat dad to hate him this much, even as he squirmed and squiggled in his grave. Which he deserves. He was just a casualty, again, of his father’s terrible schemes and past misdeeds. He heaved a sigh at that thought, wondering if he’d ever escape his influence. Probably not.

Sam raised an eyebrow, caught off-guard by the offer. He was just finishing his drink, and as he carefully returned his glass back on the table, he looked like he had just swallowed something terrible. Like an entire bottle of soju. Great drink, but goes down terribly. At least for Sam that was true. He even had to let out a cough as he tried his best to respond right away. “You sure? At your place? You’re not just going to murder me, are you? I mean, I’d deserve it, but at least give me a few days to wet my whistle first. Or months. Maybe years.” 

Sam laughed at his own expense, shaking his head. He wondered, right then and there, if Bobbi was just as lonely as him, too.

“I guess I am,” a smile found its way across Bobbi’s lips as she stared at a table decoration between the two of them, the cozy realization of having found a home while still working on retrieving her old one slowly softened her heart and herself to Sam. “I guess I did.” It wasn’t something that she had intended to experience, still fuming over his father’s betrayal. But after a few drinks, and this heart-to-heart conversation, it seemed that this Jackson was far from following in his dead old man’s footsteps. If she didn’t know they were related, perhaps she wouldn’t even have made the connection. “Both of them actually.”

“Trust me, Sam,” Bobbi raised an eyebrow, a sinister but still playful smirk taking root on her face as she leaned forward, closer towards him, as if a sultry temptress reeling in a hapless sailor. Between the two of them, though, she was both. “If I wanted to murder you, I’d have done it months ago.” 

It wasn’t a lie. Bobbi did antagonize Sam so much that it was becoming a fast habit. But there was no extra incentive for her to further that heat between them. A part of her knew he was just a victim of circumstance: You can’t really change who you are. Or choose your parents. “Last chance, Sam Jackson,” she finished her drink, cleaning the glass down to the last drop. “Drive me home for the best drink of your life?”

Sam let out a chuckle at Bobbi’s quip, finding it amusing but at the same time still very much threatening. He didn’t doubt Bobbi could murder him. Something about her just screamed dangerous to him, but in the moment, he found it more alluring than something else. Sam was like the moth to Bobbi’s flame, and a part of him knew that despite her seemingly changed demeanor towards him tonight, getting close to her would spell his doom, burn him flesh to bone. But could anyone even resist someone like her?

Sam quickly finished his drink, dark brown eyes glued on Bobbi, and paid for their meal even quicker. Before he knew it, he was driving them both to her place, a houseboat at the docks, somewhere that he had been before, outside of it at least, when he managed to save her from that strange creature in the cave a while back. Back then, Bobbi threatened him to stay away, though he could not remember if she explicitly told him off or if it was just her impressively scary aura. Right now and here, however, all he could put his mind to was the way she tasted, the way she felt, as they boarded her home aloft on the waves, bound to the town.

The morning after, Sam was the first to wake. Of course, he was. It had been so long since he was with anyone, woke up at someone else’s place, a ray of sunlight hitting him in the face. He had never done it on a boat before, though, lie as he might, and watching a sleeping Bobbi with all her natural beauty made him feel amazing about everything else. When she started to stir, he turned his body towards her, draped and clothed only by her sheets, a wide smile on his face. “Good morning, sunshine!” 

Hook, line, and sinker. That was an oft-used phrase at the docks, though to be fair, Bobbi has also heard it everywhere there was sea, fish, and someone with the patience to spend hours waiting for the perfect moment, the perfect bite. Bobbi did not have to wait for hours to get Sam’s positive reply to her invitation, and soon, they were in his car, listening to and laughing at his terrible music taste. “You need to get those ears checked, Sam. Or make better friends with better music in their playlists.”

As soon as they arrived at her place, Bobbi wasted no time in pulling him close, savagely dominating his past enemy’s son, claiming her superiority over him. Everything that happened between them in the late hours of the night, she signed off on, maybe even needed. It was, in its most basic form, her defiance against everything weird that has happened in town recently, her own “weird” to establish her unbowing dominance. The ghost fleet might have chained her to the town, but she was not crying her entire stay here. Bobbi was too proud, and too stubborn, for that.

And then sunlight betrayed her, morning forced her awake, pushing her right into the consequences of her actions. As if she was a migrating bird whose wings just rudely vanished on her, finding herself dumped into a lake of…majestic hair. Sam? “Ugh, why are you still here,” Bobbi groaned as she pushed him away, rolling in bed to turn her back to him. Like Sam, the sheets draped her from head to toe, as if she were a burrito, which she felt like she was. “Leave, you idiot. I want to sleep the rest of the day, and this hangover, away.” And you. And whatever this one-time thing was. Definitely a one-time thing.

Sam thought about arguing back, arguing to stay, maybe to cook her breakfast, ultimately missing the point that this was a one-time thing. But what crowded his mind more was the view he had of her last night, when he was on top, the bare truth of her very being, vulnerable and magnificent instead of life-threatening and scary. But that in itself was short lived because Bobbi was quick to flip them over and force herself on top, as if she had something to prove. Or maybe she just didn’t want him lording over her. Sam didn’t mind. Sam was just happy to be there. 

Instead of saying anything, Sam just took a moment to watch her for the final time today, as if committing her form to memory, a wide smile still on his face. His hand moved towards her hair, but he managed to stop it. Rolling off the bed, he picked up his clothes and dressed himself. Once he was done, he also picked up her clothes on the floor, and after cleaning his side of her bed, placed them there as neatly as possible. On his way out, he made sure to do some more quick cleaning of her makeshift living room, just picking up things on the floor and placing them on her chair or table. That sort of stuff, the stuff normal one-time things never require. Because it’s just a one-time thing.

On his way to his car, Sam hummed happily, almost skipping as he went. He passed by a familiar looking guy. James, wasn’t it? Or maybe Jack. He gave him a node, a wide smile still on his face. “Gooooooood morning, my good man!” The other guy just squinted at him, scowling, before turning to look at Bobbi’s houseboat. Sam didn’t see it and instead started his car, listening to his terrible music taste, before heaving a sigh, this time of delight. It was a good day. Yes, it is. Probably even the best day of his year, of his entire stay in this god-forsaken town, of his mediocre life from day one. 

Yet time has other things in mind, and the universe can be such a cruel storyteller.

[END]

#wickedswriting #❖《 ⋯ ♖ para ♜ ⋯ 》❖ #❖《 ⋯ ♖ feat. bobbi lin ♜ ⋯ 》❖ #timetide #❖《 ⋯ ♖ spice to meetcha ♜ ⋯ 》❖ #parental death tw #Parental issues tw #suicide tw #❖《 ⋯ ♖ s4. fractures ♜ ⋯ 》❖

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TW!!: ''𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨: 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙨𝙮𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙖, 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙘 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙨, 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨, 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨. 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚, 𝙄 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚𝙨. 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙩.

𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪。''

Specimen

"Kasalanan ko ba?"

"Sabihin mo saakin ako nga ang dahilan…"

"Zeus, si ate medjo tatagalan. Hintayin mo lang ako okay..?"

"Kuya Hikako!!"

Yelled a child.

She was running after a group of 4 boys who were leaving at the residence of Kendrick Montero Johnson.

Who may this child be? Must be a friend of the boy.

"Didn't I tell you, alright? Don't call me your 'kuya' anymore, Adrastus."

Hikako said to the girl while crossing both of his arms. Ever since he met this strange girl, she has been following him like a lost puppy. Maybe that's how she shows her gratitude? But are there any reasons? That's Hikako's mind, asking himself these questions that are not answered.

A faint pout is shown to the face of the young child in front of Hikako to show herself that she is not amused and agreeing to this statement made by him.

"But kuya, I just respect you. Is it even illegal saying that word?"

She tilted her head to the left when she mentioned the word 'illegal'. "There you go again. I mean I just have to mention you aren't here in the Philippines, you're in Japan so you better stop that－"

"Shut up dude! Just let the kid be, aren't ya goin somewhere else with this?" 

Well, Hikako, who was slapped on the back of his neck by a friend, glared at them with his dry eyes. What can he do? He hates it anyway.  "Aeron, I swear…"

"'Aeron I swear' what?? Come on, say pussy!"

"Both of you, in name of the good lord, please stop…"  Unamused, their friend obviously gave his energy to them. 

"You know, we should just wait until Vaughn and someone else so we can go to Shinjuku." Announced he.

"Someone else?" Hikako, Aeron and Adrastus looked at the boy's direction. "Who?? 'Someone else'?? who are they?"

"I am very confused right now."

"Uhh… Kuya Seiji, can you elaborate further? Please?"

"Fine."

～♧～

After Seiji explained that specific 'someone' to them. Their reactions leaves to;

"GIRLFRIEND?!"

"Yes, you are correct. I said Vaughn has a girlfriend." Seiji and the others are now at a bus stop. Waiting for their familiar to pick them up, or at least for the boys, they were waiting there as light drops of tears falling from the dark blue skies. It has been hard for them since they are just kids, kids whose childhood is messed up.

But this dialogue won't be about their tragic little lives. Going back;

Adrastus looked at Seiji with widened eyes, for sure she is intrigued by this particular subject, especially when this is an adult relationship that Seiji somewhat has an idea about. "Kuya Seiji! What's the name of kuya Vaughn's girlfriend?"

"Yeah, yeah! Who is she? Why is she??"

"What is she??"

"Honestly, can the two of you shut the fuck up? It's annoying."

Another friend of Hikako told them to quiet themselves but with a really rude tone and attitude. It's no surprise for them since they are used to this kind of treatment from their friend. "What the hell is your problem? We were just asking a question, then this is how you'd act?"

Toxic friendship? Well you can say that, that's how they act and how they are to each other. Hence that they'll grow to realize this.

"All I just said is to shut the fuck up." 

"Was it really necessary to curse kuya Yusei?" Said the young Adrastus. "If it's to make them quiet, yes." The name mentioned by Adrastus is now said, the boy who spat at the boys witj such vulgar statements is named Yusei, otherwise known as Yusei Adachihara. 

"Sheesh, I wonder what's gotten into you." pouted Adrastus, "Why be surprised? Yusei's just being the bitch he is." Hikako scoffed at his friend with a smirk. "I mean, no wonder why he acts like that."

Oh? Well, Yusei sensed mockery in Hikako's sentence which made him twitch, the fact he hates him but always wondered why he was nis friend anyways. Redflags is all he saw.

Adrastus and Aeron are looking at the two who are arguing just a second ago, Yusei still Nas his patience so he says to "Seiji." He mentioned. "you can answer them."

Seiji nodded in agreement and began to go back to their previous subject.

"Yes, Vaughn has a significant other. And the name is…"

…

The boy is processing, thinking of his answer that he will give to the questioners. He's looking at the right corner of his eye trying to think and process what he's going to say. 

"Is? Come on Seiji! Just speak up!" Adrastus, the young girl who's desperately waiting for her question to be answered. "Hold on, I forgot who she is."

Now that Seiji mentioned 'forgot', Aeron, Hikako, and Adrastus began to whine audibly. Their complaints were making Yusei a bit annoyed due to the point that they were acting childish indeed.

"C'mon! All we wanted to know is the name, yet you forgot!?" Adrastus angrily said to Seiji. "It's just that simple!" She added. "I even wanted to know who she is…" The girl now drastically stood up and squatted down in a childish behavior. "I mean, we don't know. We'll meet her anyway, so maybe you could ask her guys." Seiji stated to the girl as he approached Adrastus.

"Wait, we'll meet her?!" Yelled Aeron and also stood up in excitement along with Hikako. "Did you guys not listen to what I said earlier?" Questioned Seiji. "I mentioned 'someone else', so I mean that someone else is her, you guys even bought that up and didn't even listen. Idiots."

"Hey!!"

～♧～

As it was mentioned, they were at the bus stop waiting for the friend of Seiji. It's a good thing that there is a playground near by so the children can play, it's also a good thing that there were no delinquents that came to mess around with them. 

Now, it was 1:39am in Tokyo. It's late and kids at this time should be asleep for them, but no. These youngsters decided to go out and stay awake. 

A very familiar motorcycle engine sounds that are on the way to the bus stop where Hikako and the others are. It's pitch black in color but light helped it make it visible to one's eye. 

In the motorcycle, there is a driver with black clothing and brown long hair that is tied in a lower bun. 

And who might this other be?

The person behind the driver, with a short curly wolf cut, hunter Green jacket, white tee, baggy black cargo pants and some pairs of converse.

The girl behind the driver caught Adrastus's eyes, she was… no, no no. She is beautiful and magnificent, or if it's in French, it would be Beau et Magnifique.

"Vaughn!! You came!" 

When Seiji spoke, Adrastus came back to reality and already saw this person who's set assuming named 'Vaughn' and the girl she was staring at was behind her.

"Too damn bad this girl is this guy's girlfriend…"

"So this has to be the girl you're talking about Seiji!" Aeron said, while knocking the shoulder of Hikako and Seiji. "Yeah. And meet my brother's friend, Vaughn Maisonneuve. His French."

When Seiji introduced Vaughn to the group, Vaughn lifted his arm and showed his palm. He didn't talk but he greeted them physically and visually. With his salutations to the others, the children also greeted them back. But Adrastus's curiosity to the girl still didn't fade away. She didn't want to be weird but couldn't think straight as well, so she asked her while pointing.

"What flavour is that candy?"

Credits to the orginal artist of the book cover @mushbuzz_art on twitter

#writing #bookboost #thriller #psychological #movies #mystery books #horror #original content #original fiction

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Bad Romance Disney Adventure Chapter 2: Disneyland

Miniseries: Bad Romance Disney Adventure

Main Series: Bad Romance

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings for series: Riley x Liam, Liam x Max, Riley x Max, Riley x Drake, Riley x Leo (past)

A/N: Here it is, finally, part 2 of the Bad Romance gang at Disney, per ask from @nestledonthaveone. Special thanks to @harleybeaumont and @dcbbw for  bouncing ideas around with me and prereading a few snippets. Also, both of the above writers plus @karahalloway for just going with it when I requested their “best description of vomit.” I’ve credited specific lines/words at the end of the fic so as not to give away anything here.

 Rating: MA

Warnings for this chapter: Language, Graphic Vomiting

Word Count: 3,156 

My other stuff: Master List.

“Unky Leo! Unky Leo!” Jax bounced up and down, demanding attention.

“What is it, kid?” Leo asked as he peered down into the toddler’s face. His eyes ran over the boy’s face, taking in the copper colored eyes, the chestnut hair that fell straight and silky almost to his shoulders, the shape of his chin, his cheekbones, his nose.

“Rides! Rides!” He screeched as he pointed at various attractions all around them.

“Yeah, buddy, lots of rides!” Leo agreed, tousling the toddler’s hair. Glancing over at Liam, he remarked, “There’s no way this is your kid, you know that, right?”

Liam shook his head, “He’s mine in every way that matters Leo.”

“Yeah….I don’t think the royal council would see it that way.”

“And who the fuck is going to tell them, huh, Rys?” Drake demanded

Leo threw his arms up in the air, “Not me! I was just making an observation, that’s all! Sheesh, so fucking sensitive.”

“Leo, didn’t I tell you to stop provoking him?” Riley asked, placing her hand on his arm.

Leo positively lit up as his eyes dipped down to where she was touching him then back up to her face. He covered her hand with his own, “You did. But it’s so much goddamn fun! It’s too easy! It’s not my fault he has a fucking hair trigger.”

“Oh, look, our guide is here!” Max interrupted.

A young man with a Disneyland nametag smiled at them, “Hello, Smith family. My name is Jason and I’ll be your guide today for your VIP tour. I have a list of your ride preferences and suggested start times for each based on my conversation with Max earlier. Are you ready to get started?”

Riley shot a sidelong glance at Liam as she mouthed, “Smith? Really?”

Liam shrugged. They had to use assumed names, he couldn’t very well book it under King Liam Rys of Cordonia, now could he?

Riley read all of that in his expression. She shook her head to convey, yeah, but Smith, really? It seemed too obvious.

Liam pursed his lips as he read all of that in her expression. He shoved his hands into his pockets, trying not to sulk. He’d gotten them a VIP tour of Disneyland, hadn’t he? He knew Drake was freaking out about security, but there were at least two dozen guardsmen dressed as tourists milling around watching them covertly. It would be fine. The fake last name he’d booked it under seemed like a minor detail.

“I think we’re starting with space mountain!” Jason informed them in his best tour guide voice, “Who’s ready?”

“Me! Me! I am!” Ellie jumped up and down then spun in a circle, did a front roll then stood up and jumped again.

“Wow. She is really ready!” Leo observed.

The group started walking, following the tour guide. They were all mesmerized by the sights. There was so much to see and so much to do. Riley was too busy looking around to notice Xander had stopped walking until she tripped over him. “Oof!”

“Whoa there!” Drake called out as he caught her in his arms.

“Thanks, damn.” She blinked up at him, “Where did you come from?”

“While you were watching everything but your step, I was watching you. It’s what I do.”

Riley smiled at him, “You really are totally obsessed with me, aren’t you?”

“Obviously. Now, are you ok?”

“Yes, but….Xander, honey, what are you doing?” She turned to look at her son who was still rooted to the spot, eyes wide as saucers. Riley followed his gaze to find his eyes locked on Pluto. “Oh, no. Liam?”

“What is it, love?”

“I think your son is scared of Pluto.”

Liam squatted down in front of him, “Hey buddy, are you ok?”

Xander didn’t speak, didn’t move, just continued to stare at Pluto.

“What wrong with ‘ander?” Jax’s lip started to tremble.

“Oh, hey, kiddo, it’s ok!” Drake knelt next to Jax, but it was too late. The toddler’s eyes filled with tears as he let out an ear splitting shriek.

“Jesus!” Leo put his hands over his ears, “Fuck, can someone shut that kid up?”

“Leo.” Drake said through gritted teeth, his eyes still focused on his child, “Just shut up, will you? You’re as bad as the kids, fuck!”

“You said fuck.” Ellie pointed between them accusingly, “Mommy! Tata said fuck! So did uncle Leo! They’re not supposed to say that word, right?”

“Hey, it’s ok, Xander, watch!” Max went over and got a high five from Pluto, “See? Pluto is totally cool! Do you want to give him a high five?”

Xander shook his head slowly from side to side, eyes still wide. Jax threw himself of the pavement and started thrashing around. Drake bent over and hauled Jax off the ground as Max tried to convince Ellie to give Pluto a high five and Liam comforted Xander.

Ellie approached the giant dog and held her hand out with a tentative smile. Xander’s eyes grew even wider as he yelled out, “Ellie, no!”

Ellie hesitated, glanced back at her brother’s terrified face then turned and shoved Pluto as hard as she could, sending him stumbling back to crash into Max.

Drake thrust Jax into the closest adult’s arms as he ran to restrain Ellie who was now swinging on Pluto. That person happened to be Leo. “Oh…ok….”

Drake pulled Ellie back as Liam raced to help Max up from the ground where he had sprawled after stumbling backwards and tripping over a curb. Riley took his place next to Xander, wrapping her arms around him and murmuring words of comfort as he buried his face into her body and sobbed, “Ellie! Ellie!”

“What the hell?” Leo muttered as he felt something warm spreading across his stomach. Glancing down he saw a wet spot growing across the fabric of his light grey, soft linen Laguna button up shirt. “Fuck! Shit! Goddamn it!”

Drake held a still swinging Ellie tightly in his arms as he told Pluto, “It might be best if you just go, ok?”

Pluto nodded his head as he placed his large hands over his mouth. He waved as he ambled away.

“Max!” Leo bellowed, “Come take this kid please! He peed on me!”

Max pulled Jax out of Leo’s arms as Pluto left, and Drake, Liam and Riley calmed the other two children.

Leo stripped his shirt off and asked the guide, “Is there a clothing store around here somewhere?”

“Yes, sir.” Jason answered, “Come on, I’ll take you to the nearest gift shop.”

Riley eyed Leo’s bare chest and shoulders appreciatively, “Damn, Leo. Been keeping up with your gym routine?”

A self satisfied smirk broke out across his face as he flexed for her. He winked at her as he replied, “You know it babe!”

Drake’s eyes tracked back and forth from Riley to Leo as he inserted his body between them and draped an arm around her shoulder. Leaning down, he whispered in her ear, “If you just want to drool over pecs and abs, I’d be more than happy to remove my shirt for you.”

She grinned up at him with interest, “Really? Right here? In the middle of Disneyland?”

Drake nipped at the side of her neck as they walked, “If that’s what the lady wants……..”

Jax exited the gift shop skipping. He was delighted with his brand new Mickey Mouse shirt and short set. Leo was less excited about his new amusement park t-shirt emblazoned with the image of Goofy.

The rest of the morning flew by in a blur of rides, attractions and children’s giggles. They stopped at Award Wieners for lunch on Jason’s recommendation. “If the kids like chilidogs, you’re going to want to try this place.”

The third time Drake had to chase Jax across the room, a woman in a group of French tourists at a nearby table told her companions, “Les parents américains sont de tels jeux d'enfant. Regardez ces enfants. Petite merde. Mes parents n'auraient jamais permis un tel comportement!”

Riley turned to stare at the woman as she whispered to Liam, “Did she just call us pushovers and say our kids are little shits?”

Liam, ever the diplomate, tried to diffuse the situation, “Riley, sweetheart, let’s not cause a scene.”

Drake had no such qualms, “That’s exactly what she said.”

Before any of the adults could react, Ellie turned her gaze on the woman and responded, in perfect French, “Peut-être que vos parents auraient dû vous inculquer certaines manières. Imaginez une femme adulte adulte qui parle de la merde des enfants d'âge préscolaire.”

Riley’s face lit up in delight, she grabbed Max’s arm, “Did my daughter just tell that woman her parents should have taught her some manners?”

Max grinned at her, “She said, and I quote, perhaps your parents should have instilled some manners in you. Imagine being a grown adult woman talking shit about preschoolers.”

The woman stuttered and stumbled over an apology before hurriedly excusing herself from the table with a deep flush.

“Very good, Ellie, mama’s proud of you!” Riley high fived her daughter.

As Ellie drew her arm back from the high five, her elbow collided with her cup, sending the fruit punch flying.

“Fuck!” Leo’s chair shot away from the table as the coldness from the icy beverage shocked him, the red color soaking through quickly to the skin, ruining the white of the goofy t-shirt. “Are you kidding me? Again?”

“I’m so sorry uncle Leo!” Ellie’s bottom lip protruded as tears stared to gather in the corners of her eyes.

Leo’s pique evaporated immediately. “Oh, no. Don’t cry, baby girl, it’s ok, I’m not mad, see?” Leo stripped his shirt off for the second time that day. “I didn’t like this shirt anyway.”

Liam sighed in annoyance as he watched Riley’s eyes casually track down Leo’s torso while she sipped her iced tea. “I’m beginning to think he’s doing it on purpose.”

Drake grunted in agreement.

Max leaned in, “He’s not seriously flirting with her though, right? I mean, she’s eight and half months pregnant!”

All three men’s heads turned to watch as Leo used the Goofy t-shirt to wipe the sticky liquid from his chiseled abs, his movements slow and languid as he drew the fabric up and down his body, his eyes locked on Riley the entire time.

“Oh yeah, he’s flirting.” Liam confirmed.

“Fucker.” Drake muttered.

After a second detour to a gift shop, Leo pulled a light blue shirt with the Disneyland logo on it over his head as he conversed with the tour guide. They were waiting for Riley and Ellie outside the women’s restroom.

“So, how are you all related?” Jason asked curiously.

“Well, that one is my brother.” Leo pointed at Liam.

“Right. And she’s married to which one?”

“Same. Him, my brother.” Leo gestured again.

“Really?” Jason looked surprised, as he pointed to Drake, “I would have bet it was that guy.”

“Well, I mean, they’re kind of all with her.” Leo offered.

Jason blinked, “Wait. What?”

“Yeah, have you ever seen that show Sister Wives?”

“Yes…”

“It’s like that. Brother husbands!” Leo laughed at his own joke.

“All three of them?” Jason asked incredulously.

“Yeah.” Leo nodded.

“But not you?” The guide arched an eyebrow questioningly.

Leo shook his head sadly, “Nope, not me.”

“Didn’t make the cut huh?”

“What? No! I mean, yes, I mean- you know what?” Leo raised his voice trying to get Liam’s attention, “Can we get a different guide? I don’t like this one!”

Liam shook his head as he called back, “Jason has been nothing short of an amazing guide. I would never dream of replacing him or besmirching his professional reputation.”

“That’s…whatever.” Leo growled, “What are we doing next?”

“Spinning teacups!” Max answered him.

“Really? Teacups?” Leo asked skeptically.

“Feel free to go seek out some of the more adult friendly rides on your own.” Drake told him.

“Yes, Leo.” Liam chimed in, “I’m sure you could have a really good time on your own. Probably even pick up a woman. We all know how much you like casual, anonymous sex.”

“No, thanks.” Leo shook his head with a smug smile, “I do like that, but I’m having fun with you guys.”

When they arrived at the teacup ride, Leo quickly exclaimed, “I’m riding with Riley!”

Liam, Max and Drake looked at each other for a moment, a look passed between them, then Drake answered, “Fine. But you have to take Ellie and Xander with you.”

“Deal!” Leo crowed, pausing only a moment to wonder why Drake had acquiesced so quickly. It wasn’t like him.

Leo climbed into a car with Riley and the two older children while the other three men took their seats with Jax in between them.

“Now remember,” Liam warned, “No one spin that wheel, we don’t want a motion sick toddler.”

“Not to worry.” Max assured him, “I don’t like things that spin. That’s Ellie.”

“Yeah,” Drake agreed, as he shot a smile Leo’s direction, “and Xander is the one who gets motion sick.”

Leo’s head snapped up, “What?” But it was too late, the ride was starting.

Ellie gleefully reached for the steering wheel in the center of the ride and twisted.

“Hey, Ellie!” Leo tried for a cajoling tone, “How about we don’t spin this thing, ok?”

“Don’t be scared Uncle Leo!” Ellie giggled as she spun the wheel harder.

“Aiyeeeee!” Xander yelled as their cup spun faster.

“I’m not scared, sweetheart, I’m just worried about your brother!”

Riley glanced at Xander, who was yelling and laughing, “He’s fine!” She assured him.

Leo wasn’t so sure. He looked around until he found the rest of their group in the yellow teacup. Drake was watching him with a look of anticipatory amusement on his face. Shit. He had a feeling he was going to need another shirt.

Miraculously, they made it through the ride with no one throwing up. Leo heaved a sigh of relief as he helped Riley out of the cup. Ellie scrambled out and ran past him as he reached back and lifted Xander out.

As they walked toward the exit, Xander stumbled and weaved from side to side. Ellie giggled and pointed, “Look! Xander’s dizzy!”

Leo barely glanced at the child, turning his attention instead to his sister in law as they exited back onto the main walkway in front of the attraction, “Come on, Riley, you don’t need to be walking all over this huge ass park! Let those guys take the kids, we can find some shade and sit, and I will fetch you turkey legs!”

He felt a tug on the hem of his shirt, he looked down to find Xander staring up at him, “Uncle Leo?”

“Yeah buddy?” His brows drew together as he watched Xander mumble something that he couldn’t hear. He squatted down to get on eye level with his nephew, grasping him by both shoulders as he asked, “What did you say Xan?”

Xander opened his mouth as if he were going to speak, but instead a steamy, chunky stream what looked like a thick mixture of enchilada sauce and cottage cheese spewed from his mouth, hitting Leo square in the chest and splattering onto his face and arms.

“Shit!” Leo yelped as he fell backwards, trying to scrabble away from Xander who was still heaving chunks of his lunch.

Riley was unbothered. “Oh no. Maybe letting him have two chilidogs and funnel cake at lunch was a mistake, huh?”

“You think?” Leo stared at her in wide eyed horror as he pushed himself off the ground and stumbled toward Max, “A little help?”

“Oh….oh, no.” Max shook his head violently and took a step back as he retched a little, “I can’t…..”

“Oh, what’s wrong, Max?” Leo stepped closer as a mischievous grin spread across his face, “Can’t handle a little vomit?”

“I…no…” Max took another step backwards, and retched again, “I mean it, Leo, I’m a sympathetic puker!”

“Max, buddy.” Leo opened his arms wide like he was going to hug him.

“Leo, oh!” There was a dry heave then suddenly Max was spewing his lunch all over Leo.

“Fuck!” Leo turned and vomited into the bushes.

Liam turned to Drake with a shrug, “He kind of asked for that.”

Drake was shaking with laughter as tears of mirth streamed down his face, “I wish….I wish… I’d gotten that….gotten that… on video!” He bent double and grasped his stomach as he struggled to catch his breath.

Unfortunately, there was another sympathetic puker that had witnessed the whole display. The teenage boy inside the Dumbo costume hurled at about the same time Leo did. Though it was expressly against park rules to remove the head from the costume for any reason, he was beyond caring as the overwhelming stench from his own half digested lunch that now coated the inside of the already stifling suit made his stomach continue to roil. The risk of getting fired wasn’t even on his mind as he pulled the head off.

Ellie’s eyes opened wide as she watched Dumbo pull his own head off his body. She let out an earth shattering scream at the same time Jax noticed and began crying hysterically as he pointed, “Ella pant dead! Ella pant dead!”

Xander stopped throwing up and added his own screams to Ellie and Jax’s.

“Fuck!” Leo wiped his mouth as he rejoined the group, “This is why I’m never having kids!”

“Excuse you?” Liam blinked at him in astonishment, “You’ve had no less than twenty six paternity suits filed against you!” He would know, he always had to sign off on the royal lawyers representing Leo in court.

Leo scoffed, “Only seven of those turned out to be mine.”

Liam didn’t respond to that as he’d turned his attention to attempting to calm his hysterical children.

Riley passed out some baby wipes to Max, Leo and the kid in the Dumbo suit.

Turning to the tour guide, Leo asked, “Is there a place I can shower around here?”

“Uh….yes, there are showers in the restrooms near Calypso Pool. Shall I take you there?”

“Yes, please and I’m going to need pants in addition to a shirt this time.”

Riley eyed him critically up and down, “You look like you’re about Drake’s size. I can go pick out some clothes for you while you shower. We’ll meet you over there.”

“Thank you, beautiful, you’re an angel.” He grinned at her, already shirtless again.

Jason pointed out the nearest gift shop before turning to escort Leo to the pool. Riley placed a hand on her stomach as she felt a contraction ripple through her abdomen. It was nothing, she decided, just some Braxton hicks.

“Everything ok?” Drake asked her.

“Just fine.” She smiled up at him, “Now let’s go get Leo some clothes.”

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Words/lines that were used with permission from brain storming sessions:

@dcbbw for “Riley was unbothered” and “Come on, Riley, you don’t need to be walking all over this huge ass park! Let us find some shade and sit and I will fetch you turkey legs!”

@harleybeaumont for “steamy” and @karahalloway for “chunky”, @dcbbw for “mixture of enchilada sauce and cottage cheese”

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