#like my dad beat the shit out of me for not making eye contact as a child

[anastasiabowe]

𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙈𝙀 𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆 𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝘽𝘼𝘽𝙔 𝘿𝘼𝘿! — Your boyfriend’s baby mama keep trying to get him back, so you gotta show her how you fuck her baby dad..

Note: I do not condone ANY content that is sent to your partners ex.. but if it’s Choso, it’s Choso so enjoy! (Also isn’t proofread so Ntm)

Content Warnings: SWEARING, piv, unprotected sex, recording of intimacy, hair pulling, revenge on ex, sharing 18+ content, mention of Choso having a child (not in any 18+ moments.) , MINORS JUST GO AWAY thank you!

“Fuck me.” Choso cursed to himself. You were in the kitchen washing your breakfast dishes. You looked over your shoulder to see him rub his forehead in what seems to be stress.

“Everything alright?” You dried your hands on the towel, and made your way to him. You wrap your arms around him, letting his ease into your warm arms.

“Just my ex..” he looked up at you, showing his phone. They one thing you appreciated about him is how honest he is. He always shows you his phone, and it’s almost comforting to know he has nothing to hide from you.

You grabbed his phone, and he stared at your face as you read the messages.

Jenny

11:40am

J: “Been thinking about you lately Cho..”

C: “I haven’t. What do you want, Jenny? Is something wrong with Mani?”

J: “nah, just been missing you.. can I do that?”

C: “I’ve told you to only contact me if it’s about Mani. If it isn’t, I’m done talking to you.”

J: “Cho, please, I miss you, I miss your smile. Why can’t I ever see you again? Like we only see each other when you come to pick up mani or I drop him off.”

Seen

“I’m going to beat her ass.” You pushed his phone back into his hands, and made your way to the front door only for Choso to grab your wrist.

“What?”

“Who the fuck does she is calling you ‘Cho’ like that?”

“Well don’t go beating her ass, she’s with mani right now.”

“Well what else can I do, this the 7th fucking time she coming out with these messages.”

Choso looked around in thought until a smirk appeared on his face.

“I got an idea.”

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“F-fuck!” Choso had both of your arms wrapped behind your back as he slammed his hips into your ass. He held your phone in his hand as he recorded you moaning out his name.

“Come on baby, who’s dick making you like this?”

“Y-yours!” You squealed when he readjusted, pushing the cold phone into your lower back, and stopping his movements. He soon picked up the pace again and it felt more than amazing.

Choso leaned on your back, bringing he camera around to face your messy face. Your head was half hurried in the comforter and your hands were gripping the sheets.

“Come on baby, we want to see your face!” Choso grabbed your hair, and you smiled as you stared into the camera, eyes threatening to roll back into your head.

“Good girl, doing so good for me.” Choso dropped the camera onto the bed, and swiftly turned you over, dick still inside.

“Gotta see your pretty face for real.” He picked up the camera and recorded how your cunt sucked him in every time he pulled out and pushed in.

The sight was more than unholy, it was obscene, but it only turned you on to know that this will be on your phone for you to see, and this would be the video showing how you fuck her baby dad.

You smiled at the thought of her thinking about the video everytime she even opens his contact.

“What’s got you so smiley?” Choso I’m assuming ended the video and tossed your phone next to your head. He then leaned in closer, chest to chest, and kissed your wet lips.

“Just thinking.” You giggled. He smiled, and deepened his thrusts. He pulled back, and brought your legs up into his shoulders. He then pounded harder into you, still having a smile of love and passion on his face.

“O-ooh Cho! S-shit slow down!” You cried as he kissed your ankle. Your stomach filled with butterfly’s as you felt your high coming quick.

“I’m gonna cum, Cho, I’m gonna cum!” He laughed, and leaned down to kiss you.

“Cum for me.” Those words made you let out a cry of pleasure as you came. Choso continued to rut and kiss you through it, and you couldn’t be more grateful.

“F-fuck baby, where d’you wan’ it?” Choso noted, waiting for your response.

“Inside!” You moaned, and Choso bit your ankle to stop himself from making any loud noises. He let out whimpers, and you smiled feeling him relax.

Choso quickly grabbed your phone, and swiped to the camera and pressed record. He slowly pulled out, and his cum mixed with yours flowed out.

Choso chuckled at the masterpiece you and him made.

“Look at that shit,” Choso scooped some of it up and pushed it back inside. “Keep it all in baby, tryna get you pregnant.”

Those words made your stomach flutter from the mere thought of having his kid. Everything about this was so filthy yet so thrilling, and you couldn’t wait to get that positive pregnancy test.

Choso then tossed your phone down onto a pile of clothes on the floor, and kissed you.

“You’d like that huh?” He pinched your side and you let out a laugh. He knew you’d like that very much.

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You were sound asleep when Choso opened your phone and sent the video to himself. He then sent that video to Jenny, making sure she knows who he really wanted.

Not even 5 minutes later, Jenny sent a message that made Choso laugh a little to loud.

J: “You guys are so fucking disgusting, I hope you choke on your fucking ego. I don’t want to see your face ever again, you fucking cunt.”

What made that funny was he had to see her in not even 8 hours when he has to pick up his son from her house. This will be a fun exchange.

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[charles-leclerizz]

🏎️ ๋࣭ ⭑ peaches

🏁 Pairings : Lando Norris X fem! Reader

🏁 Warnings : none! just fluffy times

🏁 Word Count : 4.0k words (4070 words)

🏁 Author's note : This is probably the most chaotic thing i have ever written, so I hope you can make sense of it (hope being the key word) Make sure to lilke and reblog (anything is appreciated, but comments and reblogs fuel this sad little writer). The word dividers this time are also from @plum98!

🏁 Music player : This will be by Natalie Cole

“God he’s hopeless.” Oscar observed his entranced teammate stumble over his words from beneath the shade of the umbrella set up to the side of the filming area. Having finished his own media duties, he was now watching, unimpressed, as his friend attempted to use his remaining two braincells to blubber at you, like a fish out of water.

To be fair, you were also blubbering, your cheeks were red and hands shaking as you sorted through the white, glossy cue cards that had the signature McLaren logo printed on the back. You shuffled the cards mindlessly, humming under your breath after the third question was answered and Lando had maintained eye-contact with you for a minute too long, staring into the depths of your irises when the last syllable had left his lips causing your heart to stutter at a pace that had to be confirmed as medically concerning.

“U-um, right, okay so.” You attempted for the sixth time, your fingers finally finding purchase on a new piece of cardstock that contained the fourth question printed on one side in large, sans-serif font.

“Ehm-“ You cleared your throat, flipping a piece of hair over your shoulder as you looked back up at the driver who sat in front of you, enthralled by the minute movements you made. Like the arch of your brow, the dip of your lip and the curve of your collarbone that lay exposed, thanks to the strapless, silk corset you had opted to wear.

“Right, the fans want to know Lando. Who’s your favourite thing to eat?” You said with. Pseudo-confidence, oblivious to your mistake.

Lando’s eyes widened as a few chuckles bristled around the small crowd of camera technicians and other personnel that filled the McLaren media pen “Excuse me?”

“Huh-“ You blink a few times, “Oh shit- no.” You begin to wave your hands in front of your burning face, “I meant, what. What is your favourite snack, or meal to eat before a race?” You blurt out the correction.

“Oh- oh thank God. I don’t think I would have been able to say that.” Lando chuckles, despite the rogue blush that had spread from his neck to his ears, “Normally, I like to have snickers?” He offers, “Especially before a race, it’s a tradition. My dad used to buy them for me, during my karting days” Lando smiles at you, bracing his elbows on the arm rests of his seat whilst tilting his head boyishly.

You go silent for a few minutes, staring at him as your mouth opens and closes uselessly, your mind was fuzzy, and you could swear that you could hear the blood rushing past your ears.

With a heart beating wildly you plaster on a dazzling smile, “Watch the stock prices shoot up.” You joke, focusing on his shirt instead of his face, to protect yourself from his irresistible gaze, “Well Lando, I wish you the best for the race, here in Singapore later in the week.” You lift your eyes from the very interesting speck of dust on the front of his McLaren jersey to meet his hazel eyes, “On behalf of the entire Sky sports team, of course, not just me, that would be weird-“

He cocks his head at your rambling, huffing out an amused laugh, “Thank you,” he returns, as if your well-wishes were probably the only thing that made him want to participate in the race.

But that’s ridiculous, right?

The media segment had finally ended, having collected enough material for the next week in Singapore and you were thankful for it.

The few hours that you had been interacting with the driving duo was excruciating, not only from the sweltering afternoon that you found yourselves in, but also the fact that Lando was always in your line of sight, laughing at something that Oscar had said or screeching hysterically over the periscope goggles that he was struggling with. He was always there.

Some may say that it was “your job” but frankly you found it insulting. Because he wouldn’t let you do your job, you were either blushing too hard, sweating too much or your heart was about to end your existence with its erratic beating.

“I’m just glad it’s over” You pout to May, your producer. She was sweet and imaginative, always carrying around a leatherbound, flowery notepad to scribble new and creative ideas for interview styles to attempt with the 5-year-old men that you were tasked with interacting with.

“It wasn’t that bad” She comforted you, handing over a chilled water bottle whilst an on-set assistant dabbed at your forehead with a damp towel, “I honestly thought that you were having a heart attack, couldn’t even tell that you liked him.”

“She’s right y’know” A third voice burst into the conversation suddenly, which caused you to jump and clamp your hand down on the half open water bottle, sending the cool jet of water straight up the man’s nose.

“Oscar!” May shouted, holding a hand over her daisy detailed blouse with shock as she signalled to another assistant to grab a towel for the driver, who was currently holding his nostrils and attempting to plunge out the of water that had lodged itself up his nose.

“I’m fine,” He snorted whilst dripping onto the sizzling concrete and dabbing the cloth on his face, “For the record, I was worried for your health halfway through that painting task. But that was before I noticed you drooling over Lando.”

You groaned, running both hands up your face to your hairline before threading your fingers through your scalp and pressing the strands away from your forehead, “It’s not fair,” you whined, “He was distracting me throughout the whole thing. I probably look like a mess on camera,” You press the pads of your fingers against your temples.

The whole ordeal made you want to cry, or vomit perhaps both? It was hellish having to endure him staring into your soul the entire interview segment and endearingly answer all your questions with unnecessary detail.

What a jerk.

“Nah, you looked good.” A fourth voice popped in. And much like Oscar’s intrusion, it made you jump, but instead of squeezing your bottle and waterboarding the person, you shrieked and swung, as hard as you could towards the source. Making impact with the side of their face.

A very familiar face which had whipped around like a grape on a toothpick. A face that emitted a groan whilst a hand came up to soothe the quickly forming bruise.

“Fuck me” You groaned, bending over to help Lando who was still checking for any blood that may be leaking from the side of his face.

“Well, I would be honoured, but I think you did permanent damage,” He joked, standing to his full height whilst you brought your hand up to tap the purple-ish skin with a light, albeit panicked hand.

“Oh Lando,” you hissed when he clenched his teeth as you pressed against his cheek, “I’m so sorry.” You whispered on instinct, continuing to stroke the skin whilst May came up to the two of you, having recovered from the shock of you assaulting Lando and rushed to procure a bruising ointment.

You turned around quickly, thanking your friend as she handed of the white tube into your palm, not noticing that half of your hair had slapped the man in front of you in the face, “Oh come on,” you heard him garble through the clumps of hair that had made its way into his mouth.

“Shit, sorry,” You apologise for the umpteenth time in the few hours that you had spent in the close vicinity of him, “I can’t get it together for some reason.” You offer the dull explanation whilst stepping closer with a thick strip of the ointment spread between your fingers.

“Yeah” He murmured, eyes more focussed on your concentrated expression that was barely millimetres away from him, “I can tell.” His breath tickled your ear as you stood on your tiptoes and rubbed the ointment onto his face, it made you blush and realise how close your faces were. How easily you could turn your neck and graze your lips against his, or bump your noses together like a sweet, long-term couple who were used to your clumsiness.

Fat chance

You stepped back, taking one of the discarded towels from the table to the left of the pair of you, “I’m so sorry again,” you apologised, wiping away the remaining cream from your hand and moved to pick up your purse from the surface next to you.

“You could make it up to me?” He offered, shoving his hands into his pockets and rocking on the balls of his feet.

You cock your head, removing the hand that was rooting around in your purse- searching for your phone and let it hand limp “How?”

“What are you doing today?”

“Nothing much,” you offered, shrugging, “Not my first time in Singapore, I’ve been working with F1 for a year. Just wanted to hit some stores that I didn’t get to last time.”

It was true, last year was your first year and like the dedicated rookie you were, you holed yourself up in your room doing pre-liminary research for the upcoming days on all things related to the Singapore track along with the prestigious millionaire drivers that came attached. This was despite the long list of high-end stores, cute cafes and boutiques that you had made in your apartment back home, before the season began.

Luckily, you had managed to hit one or two of them up before the next race. But there were many remaining which you were desperate to visit.

“Let me take you out then,” His eyes glittered with enthusiasm as he unpocketed one of his hands and reached towards yours, brushing against your soft knuckles and running down the divots of your hand before dropping to his side, “Anywhere you want.” He promised.

“I have a long list Lando, and you have a race, or have you forgotten?” You tease him despite your barely inflated lungs and dry, anticipatory throat.

“Haven’t forgotten,” He argues, “I don’t have to-“ His breathe hitched as he watched you reach out to intertwine your fingers with his, gently as if your movements were a fleeting butterfly and could easily be lost as such, “Don’t have to be training the whole day- just give me your number and text me the places you want to go?”

“Okay,” You settled, keeping your pinkie fingers locked together as you stepped impossibly closer to him and handed him your card, a small glossy cardstock with the sky sports logo printed on one side whilst on the other had your name, number and “Formula 1 presenter and interviewer” centre-aligned in black font.

“Cute,” He flipped the card over in his free hand before looking up from the paper and into your eyes, bouncing his pupils over your entire face as though he was memorising each feature up close and personal, “I’ll see you later.”

You nod, biting your lip as your stand on your toes again and press your glossy lips against the scruff of his cheek, “I hope so.”

You had handed off your contact details to Lando on Tuesday. Throughout the passing days, you both had texted each other constantly, any free treasured minutes in your schedule would be spent chatting with the other. It was now Thursday and still he had not brought up the date.

The “not-date”

Thankfully, you had managed to check off nearly half of your destinations on your list and the bags in your hotel room were evidence of such. Odd, thick shopping bags that were brightly coloured and bent in ways that could merely hint at their high-fashion origins, had taken over the bedroom, slowly pilling up by the dozen.

You stumbled out of the sleek, metallic elevator and winced with each step you took through the 20th floor foyer and down the corridor, each light-wood slab of the miscellaneous rooms had been allotted a cluster of numbers that morphed together in your tired eyes. It had been nearly four hours of running around, collecting information and small video snippets from all the teams as the entire PR team was rushing to put out the last round of pre-race content.

Your stiletto heels clicked to a stop when you finally reached your door, the electronic card reader waiting patiently for you to tap the key on its matte black surface. You rooted around in your purse, holding it open with one hand as you searched for the damn card, fearing that you may need to bother the sweet receptionist for another duplicate key.

Whilst looking around in your seemingly endless bag, your phone vibrated once...twice...thrice.

You unsheathed the device and clicked on the notification that popped up on your lock screen. Lando. He had left a small string of messages that made your heart flutter as though cupid had just struck you.

You looked pretty today.

Not that I was stalking you- I saw you when you came to garage.

I’m free for the rest of the day, can I take you out?

On a date. If you want.

You smiled to yourself, reading the messages repeatedly, imprinting them in your mind as you felt your blood swim through your arteries and blossom a deep red blush across your cheeks.

“Is it possible for someone to be this beautiful?” A familiar British accent sneaked up behind you, caressing the skin behind your ears as a minty fresh breath followed suit.

“I don’t know, maybe you should ask yourself.” You teased, turning on your heel to rest your back against the door, to face the handsome man that was currently grinning down at you. You clutched your phone to your chest, soothing the fluttering butterflies that escaped your stomach to scuttle throughout your body, suddenly, you weren’t very tired anymore.

“I would rather ask you,” He smirked, reaching to tuck away a rogue piece of hair that had escaped from your ponytail, his finger lingered on your nape, allowing his entire hand to cup the back of your neck and ghost the pads of his fingers across the expanse of your skin.

“Hi Lando,” You smile at him, leaning into his touch.

“Hey.” He whispered, more focused on analysing the tantalising swoop of your eyelashes and sleek slant of your nose. As one does.

“You ready to go?” he tilted his head at you.

“Well, I have an idea about where I want to go with you, I just need to change and re-do my makeup.”

“Okay, you want me to wait out here?” He offered, watching you as you brought your purse between your bodies, flitting through the mess within to finally, triumphantly present the room key. He giggled at the victorious squeal that escaped your lips as you brushed the card against the reader and skipped into the room.

“No, it’s fine. You can come in, just don’t judge the amount of shopping.” You warned him, already cautiously stepping over the French boutique bags that greeted you.

“It would be hard to fit my judgement into the room, there’s so much stuff,” He commented beginning to pick up various bags and place them onto any free surface as an attempt to clear the walkway.

“Ha Ha,” You laughed sarcastically, twisting your neck to stick your tongue out at him, “Let me find something to wear,” You bent down, searching through the few bags that sat on the bay window sofa.

“Do you have the directions to the place?” Lando inquired, watching you with interest as you held a small, teal bag over your head and went over to the other side of the room to search for shoes.

“Yeah, it’s a frozen yoghurt cafe, 0 sugar and vegan, I figured it will be good for you. Since you’re on a strict diet.” You shrugged, unaware of his touched expression. He was enamoured with you from the first time that you had sat down in front of him, stuttering over your questions despite your once cool, calm demeanour with his teammate. But the fact that you had considered his diet requirements was like the cherry on top.

“Oh- you didn’t have to. I could always break away from the diet.” He half expected you to jump at the opportunity to go someplace else.

“No no, it’s fine. I heard such great things about this cafe. I’m excited. Plus, I would’ve gone with or without you,” You snickered, walking towards his place, perched on the edge of your freshly made bed. Apparently, room service had conveniently avoided your shopping but had happily tackled the other features of the area.

“If you say so,” He relented bundling the soft comforter in his fists to stop himself from looping his arms around your waist and pulling you against him. Luckily, you rested your arms on his shoulders and intertwined your fingers together at the start of his spine, burying them in his hair and twisting the curly strands with one digit.

“I do say so,” You nodded your head sharply, before retracting your arms and began to walk towards the bathroom, “Be right back,” you promised, slinking through the washroom door.

You pushed the sliding slab shut and flicked on the warm yellow light before pulling out the compact package of tissue paper, held together with a white, cream silk bow.

The paper crinkled loudly as you undid the ribbon to reveal the milky white dress that lay nestled within the packaging. A long, floor length number that contained embroidered butterflies on the final organza layer, layered on top of a chiffon slip with a middle veneer of muslin. The empress waist had folded over fabric that sinched in the silhouette along with emphasising the carmen neckline that sat sultry with the help of thin, pearly straps.

You slipped on the elegant dress, smoothing over the divoted attire whilst pulling and pushing at the material until you were satisfied. Your hair flowed freely along your back as you leaned forward towards the mirror, touching up your concealer and swiping generous amounts of your glossy, lip balm before slipping on a pair of black, matte kitten heels.

Finally, you were ready.

The door squeaked open as you stepped out, short heels clicking on the marble floor as you stopped around the bend of the wall, calling out for him, “Lando?”

He turns towards your voice curiously, floppy brown hair bouncing with his movements, “Yeah?” He answers, standing up and pocketing his phone.

“I’m ready,” You reveal yourself to his gaze, smiling happily when his mouth pops open and eyes widen substantially.

“Wow, you look amazing.” His eyebrows furrow as he takes in your outfit, biting his lip whilst walking towards you, “Glad I asked you out when I did, otherwise I would be in trouble.”

“Yes, you are quite lucky,” You agree, patting his chest as you adjust the collar of his shirt, “Let’s go?” You offer, hooking your arm with his by the elbow.

He looks down momentarily before smiling toothily, “Let’s” He nods and opens the door.

Lando held the large cup of frozen yogurt in his palm, itching to dig the small plastic spoon into the tall peak of cold, white cream that was covered in melted dark chocolate, “You got the photo?”

“Yes, sorry,“  You tuck your phone back into the inefficiently small purse that hung from your shoulder, “You taste it first, I feel like you’ll burst if you don’t” you chuckle at his expression as he fills the spoon with the cold dessert and places it in his mouth, he groans pleasurably as his eyes roll back.

“Holy shit that’s good.” He compliments, holding out the paper cup to you.

“I would hope so, looks like you just orgasmed,” You take your own plastic spoon and taste the treat, “Never mind, your reaction is valid, it’s so good.” You hum.

“I know right?” He continues to eat, keeping his right hand steady as he shuffles around you from your left to the other side, so that his free hand could intertwine with yours.

“I could’ve just moved?” You giggle, swinging your hands up and down as you lean to take another bite.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind.” He shrugged, licking his spoon free of the remaining frozen yogurt as you continued down the street and across the street towards Pearl Hill Park.

You both continued to chat animatedly, taking bites of the sweet yogurt between the two of you as you enter the park and walk down the foot path, admiring the large canopying trees and delicate flower’s that littered the shrubbery which lined the walkway.

“You’ve never had a boyfriend?” Lando clarifies, his eyes bugging out with shock.

“I mean, guys have liked me, and I’ve had crushes. But boyfriend? Never had anyone that serious,” You confirm, unbothered with his reaction.

“How?”

“I don’t know! I never asked and I never have got asked,” You defend your single status.

Lando nods, squeezing your hand in his as he kicks a small pebble beneath his feet, “But you’re so beautiful.” He murmurs penultimately beneath his breath.

“What?”

“What?” He looks at you, surprised that you heard him.

“Nothing,” You dismiss, your chest warming with the compliment, the sensation made you giggle to yourself and press your lips together.

The skin of your lips seemed dry against one another, causing you to stop walking, pausing the lazy travel around the man-made lake that you both were taking and remove a tube of flavoured lip balm from your purse. Lando pauses, watching you press the tube of the glossy moisturiser and lay a generous amount on your lips before twisting the top back on and dropping it back in your bag.

“What flavour is that? It’s so bright.” He snorts at the light pink coating that covers your mouth.

“Oh, is it too much?” You go to remove your compact mirror before you feel Lando hold your wrists gently, stopping you.

“No, you look perfect,” He assures you, softly laying his thumb beneath the swell of your lip and pulling the skin down slowly, “I was just curious of the flavour.” He muses, supressing a grin at your dazed expression as you fight away the feeling of your eyelashes fluttering closed in anticipation for his lips on yours.

“Um..I think it’s peach?” You offer.

“Really?” He snorts, moving his face closer to yours, analysing your face for inhibitions towards his actions, only to be met with your rouge ears and innocent doe eyes looking at him, “Let me try,” He whispers, finally bringing his face closer to yours, allowing his breath to fan over your slightly parted lips. You finally connect your mouth together, one of your hands loops around his neck whilst the other hold his wrist as you savour the sweet taste of his lips against yours.

It was as though the blossoms that surrounded the two of you had begun to bloom within your mind, bursting with new life and innocence as the water rippled in the summer sun, casting glowing streaks against your faces like crystalline diamonds shimmering beneath a spotlight. This moment seemed to paint itself on the canvas of your mind, permanently memorised to never be forgotten.  

Lando pulls away all too soon, resting his forehead against yours, “I can agree-“ He pants, “That it tastes like peach” he pulls away minutely to grin at you.

You grin back, licking your lips slowly, “Yeah, I guess it does.” You agree, pressing your mouths together again, desperate for the sacred dopamine that he filled you with. He smiled against your lips before you became conscience of your surrounds and broke apart. His eyebrows furrowed but nevertheless he caressed your cheek, enjoying the feeling of your soft skin beneath his finger.

Lando stepped back, taking your hand in his again to resume the slow, lazy steps around the lake, “You’ll watch that race then? From the garage?” He asked hopefully, looking down at you from your position on his shoulder.

“Peach?” He called out.

Your heart grew three times bigger at the nickname as you lifted your head from his body and looked at him earnestly, “Of course, I’ll be there in the orange.”

📻 Kcccchh.... come in.... come in...translatiion unavailable...over

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Oblivious idiots in love Prompts:

(feel free to use<3 lmaoabx tag me when any of yall write, would love to readdd! the 4th, 5th, 7th and 10th hehehe)

when they're forced to share a bed, one is freaking out, heart quivering, while the other is half asleep with their mouth wide open

A whining "who likes me? PFFT nobody" and B silently muttering "me."

one touching the other's hands and comparing pinky fingers, playing with their hair and patting their head randomly , hoping they'll get it

"be mine." "... is that a line from the book you're reading..?"

"You're denser than my dad's moustache."

eye contacts that doesn't last more than 0.001 second cause they're in the realisation phase and awkwardly looking away, down, up and everywhere but into the other's eyes

wiping a smudge of food on the corner of their lip, slowly while making eye contact and them looking away quickly

"why aren't you guys dating yet?" and A answering, "We're not like tha-" B cutting A, "Too afraid of losing the friendship."

where one of them goes "can we always be this .. close?" and the other is blinking rapidly, processing shit in their pea size brain

"i never knew you liked me!" ".. now you do. and correction, I love you."

"since when?"

^ "since.. we shared headphones that day and listened to your favorite song"

A picking an eyelash from B's face, and their hearts are both beating like crazy

"no way they like me! me?? WHY ME ? THEM LIKING ME ? HAHA JOKES."

"haven't you seen the way they look at you?" "how do they.. look at me?" "like they're helplessly falling in love."

"yes. you. yes, i like you. I've always liked you, you idiot! who doesn't like you. you're... beautiful."

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I just have to say I'm absolutely loving your yandere Thragg & Nolan stuff! Keep it up & I hope you have a nice day!! ♡

Thank you! And, also, gonna be using this post to talk about more yandere Thragg stuff because I was refreshing my knowledge on the comics and my YTShorts feeds are now filled with Invincible lore recommendations and, jesus I forgot how fucking nasty this man is

first off I'm using this image to just help kind of visualize how much of a unit this man is. Like. He's probably something crazy like 6'6 at the very shortest, maybe like 6'8, 6'9. But. Um. He's scary. He's tough. Viltrumites get tougher the longer they're alive and he's, not THE oldest Viltrumite but, maybe he's in like the top 10? But I think there's only something like an odd, less than 50 number of pure blooded Viltrumites left anyways lmao

Which is then my transition to "dealing with yandad Thragg as his child could be an absolute nightmare especially if you don't have powers"

Dying on my hill of "even if you do have powers he's super fucking possessive over who you're choosing as a mate or even just dating" because there's layers of 1. He has his own massive ego and your actions reflect on him and anyone you bring into the family will benefit from his lineage and achievements and he's defensive about who reaps those bounties or may even be suspicious of political intentions 2. If he hypothetically does let you date he needs to pre approve them first and I'm sure you can imagine how that goes and 3. .... you're his widdle baby, can't you spend more time with dad :( shut up about finding love, why can't you crush skulls with him? "Child why can't we go slaughter alien civilizations together like we used to 😩"

The last paragraph made me think of "Thragg with a child Reader who's actually a really spunky tough kid and he like is so proud of you and you guys have like An Actually Good Relationship (for Thragg's capacity to love anyways) but as you get older you start having ideological differences and you want more freedom but he just wants you to be Daddys Favorite Little Killing Machine for the rest of your life". Like you're just giving Thragg the cold shoulder because he won't let you leave the planet without his personal escort anymore and meanwhile here's thragg hovering over you with his arms crossed, internally scowl-pouting as he remembers The Good Old Days when you were like 6 and ran up to him, "Dad, Dad, look!! this is a note from my teacher praising me for how well I beat up another student! She says I'm 'extremely proficient at bludgeoning'! Did I do a good job?" "You did an EXCELLENT job. It says here the boy needed medical attention." "Yeah, he had to be sent to the hospital! His legs were totally bent the wrong ways! He shouldnt have tried to steal my toy!" "Fine work; you should never allow anyone to take what is yours. We shall feast tonight in celebration." And he pet your hair and you flew up to his chest height to give him a crushing hug. And nowadays you're like. The Viltrumite equivalent of being in your early adult years and everything is extremely cold and impersonal and you call him nothing other than Grand Regent and he "maybe" just wants his eager confident prideful Affectionate child back because all he has now is. A child that hates him and will barely make eye contact with him and will never accept his praise or medals for your achievements.

Like imagine being a notoriously powerful Viltrumite and you're actually widely accepted but him being controlling of you throughout your childhood eventually gave you a complex. Thragg summons you to like praise you for like, subjugating a nearby galaxy, and asks what you would like for a reward, and you just coolly reply some shit like "There's nothing you could offer that I want, Grand Regent" like you hate him so much you don't even want gifts from this man

AND THE DELICIOUS DRAMA OF, imagine if he finds out that while you hate him and want nothing to do with him, maybe you've become extremely attached to Nolan or some other older father figure in his place

THE SHIT THAT GOES DOWN IF THRAGG EVER HEARS YOU CALL NOLAN OR ANYONE ELSE "DAD" like the cosmic level beef that goes on, the BLOODSHED. Jesus. Imagine being on Earth and you've got Dad Nolan or he's like declared himself your dad/mentor and he sees you bonding with another human male who's a father figure and you call that man dad, like. That man is going missing and Uncle Sam is erasing his existence from the records just, gone.

Side note actually, idea for something yandere viltrumites do with a viltrumite/hybrid reader: loving to bear hug you super hard? Like almost painfully but they won't break anything. Just. Imagine yandad Nolan or Thragg or Mark with like, a lil sibling/ child/ age regressed Reader or whatever and you're having like, hugging contests to see who can hug the hardest, and play wrestling shit idk. Imagine the infamously grumpy genocidal Thragg and then here's his like 4 year old wanting to play wrestle and trying to pin him and you're no match for him of course but like it's not, real, he's "gently" deflecting you or breaking your hold but still actually praising you in that, Thragg dad way, "your stance is too weak to take down an opponent of my size, but you're improving" " your siblings usually tire by now; you seem to have more endurance than most of my other children your age. Excellent" and then your little baby mouth gives him a kiss on the cheek and he has to go subjugate another planet to feel manly again.

I feel like yandad Thragg and Nolan are unironically those characters that are like, they could be in the middle of a war zone and they're easily winning and you go upstairs to see what they're thinking about, surely they're thinking about something serious, and it's just "I need to hurry this up and get back to my child" or "I wonder what my little warrior is doing right now" like straight up like the father from Father I Don't Want This Marriage

Yandere Thragg and Nolan are all "oh it's part of the Viltrum way to mate and procreate and boost our numbers" and Reader comes along "hey dad this is my new boyfriend--" and suddenly they turn into like, Christian fundamentalists. "Um actually that Viltrumite male is even older than I am 🤓 you are still so young and should be enjoying the fruits of your youth 🤓 you are too young to have children"

I feel like though like if you ever did manage to sneak off and get pregnant or get someone else pregnant that, specifically Nolan would adore his new grand baby and would do anything for this chubby cutie 🥺❤️ also imagine the horror if he's not even your blood dad, just obsessive self proclaimed stalker yandere shit, but you can't run away from him and he's finds you and your baby and instantly declares himself grandpa, like. Now you have to worry about protecting yourself and your baby from "PawPaw"

So like. Future spoilers I guess? Not super significant in my opinion, but, there's a period of time where there's like a truce of sorts between Earth and Viltrum, right, to keep it vague and less spoiler heavy. Imagine being like, Nolan's kid, or adopted kid, or like, neighbor who turned out to be a hybrid that he yoinked into his house or whatever, and like, after there's been some fighting, Thragg is impressed with your strength and potential and seems to be scouting you out a little. Now you've got TWO older Viltrumite males trying to father you, "my apologies Grand Regent but I was just about to take this one out to teach them how to fly better" "that is unnecessary; i shall be the one to tutor the youngling" meanwhile you're just like uhhhhh I'm not actually a big fan of how EITHER of you treat me-"

bruhhhh all hell breaks loose when you finally lose it and fly straight off the planet to try and start a new life elsewhere without them cuz then these two are TEAMING UP and they're feeding into each other, "I bet they were convinced to leave by that one male, the one who we had to warn before" "and that's why you're weak Nolan. I wanted to kill him but you didn't want to hurt the youth's feelings, and now what's happened? They're probably eloping as we speak" "no, I won't make the same mistake twice. He'll die a slow death"

You're on like some alien planet surrounded by like simple little ewoks or some shit who treat you like a water god because you dug a well for them or something and here comes Thragg and Nolan touchdown slamming onto the planet's surface and leaving craters behind, scaring the birds, the animals, your new little cute alien friends huddling behind you for protection, and you're getting SCOLDED SCOLDED. like one minute your new little like moogle friend is teaching you how to bake some kind of bread and the next minute, "AND JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOURE DOING HERE" and you're jumping to see two pissed pissed PISSED Viltrumites

"O-oh, uh, I thought I made it clear when I left--"

"The only thing that you've made clear is that you're too unpredictable and naive to be left alone"

"What were you THINKING?! You could've gotten lost, hurt, captured, or worse! And leaving Viltrum for, what?! Are these your pets? We can enslave a few and take them with us if you like em so much"

"If you EVER leave without my permission as Grand Regent again I'll reduce whatever backwater rock you stumble off to into nothing more than rubble floating through the stars, is that understood?"

"..."

"Answer him!"

'*sigh* yes, sirs"

"That's FATHER to you"

" - and Dad!"

#yandere invincible #yandere x reader #sinprompts #yandere stuff #these two always at each othsrs throats and then one day you just catch them sitting down talking about you #bonding over their. uh. attachment and surveillance of you

[writingoneout]

Untilted Katamari Reflections

Preamble:

Content considerations for the following include:

Parental abuse

Bigotry

Worldly anxiety

You're welcome back another day if that's too much right now.

I.

It’s fall of 2015.

You and your virgin college friends drink shitty cocktails called the “Slutty Will Rodgers.” They’re just Pepsi rawdogged with indeterminate amounts of grenadine and Captain Morgan. When you bought the mixers a Wal-Mart stocker yodeled “OOOOoOoooOH, maKIN sOMe DRINKS?!?!” and you knew it was time to leave.

We Love Katamari is on the Telly. It’s a sweet, trippy game you first bought to cope with high school. On Dark Fridays at 1am, when your inbox was barren and your balls were full, you’d drive to the empty gym downtown and sprint six miles. Then you’d come home and replay the firefly level until you fell asleep with your pug.

Your college friends are bad at the game, so they pass the controller. You’re playing the underwater stage. A spaceman falls in the pond of people gunk and stacked crabs. It’s going really well if you’re honest. You point to the screen and say “this’ll be Florida if Trump wins.” See Fig. 1.

Figure 1: Rick Desantis has big plans for Disney.

Your friends don’t reply because they soon won’t be virgins and their tongues battle each other’s. It’s a different game they play, one with fuzzier rules, but greater industry respect. You wish the campus gym was open 24/7.

. . .

Your skills as the prince are not inherent. You first meet him in 2005, when your dyspraxic hands can barely tie a shoe. Your parents catch you lose shit for the Toonami review of Me and My Katamari. They buy it for Christmas, hoping to steady your nerves while your father’s in therapy.

Dr. Flam is a Neo-Freudian hitched to your mom’s guy, Dr. Flim. She’s deep in your dad’s dream journal and makes him watch movies like Cool Hand Luke to really reign in his ego. He gets the DVDs from the Netflix site, then through the mail. As a family you watch your dad’s therapy films and reruns of Inyuasha.

In the waiting room you barely navigate the sticky ball through Namco Bandai’s Satoshi Kon parade. See Fig. 2. You’ve only seen adults express anger verbally, so when you mess up you grunt a lot and let out those Leopold Butters Stotch swears like “crap,” “shoot,” and “gosh darn.” You’re not particularly self-aware, so you probably just say “god fucking damn it” a few times and don’t remember. Years later you realize there was probably a secretary behind the glass watching you do all this.

Figure 2: Bwahbwahwabhbawahbwaaaaah.

Sometimes there’s a girl in the room with you, just around your age. She’s stuck while Dr. Flim teaches her mom about what dream snakes mean for her fear of male puberty. That's what he did for your mom, anyway.

You think the waiting-room stranger is cute, but you won’t admit you like girls yet, especially not to yourself. To cope with the cognitive dissonance, you do your weird shit louder while refusing to make eye contact with her. If you get real stressed you crank up the main menu track and yell “ahhhhh that’s so relaxing” while the “nah nah nah nahs” play through your headphones.

At one point the girl stands against a wall and stares at you with her arms crossed. You bet she thinks you’re cool, but she’s probably just annoyed and hopes you’ll notice, or maybe just ask if she’s OK. It’s probably good you don’t talk with her. You might ask something stupid, like if she's seen the roach corpse in the stairwell. It’s been there for a year straight, isn’t that crazy?

For better and worse, you power through your little game alone. Every time you lose the King of All Cosmos beats, shoots, and belittles you. See Fig. 3. It reminds you of when your own dad shattered your Harry Potter wand over the kitchen counter because you dropped a mini pizza.

Figure 3: The King of All Cosmos offers little constructive advice, all things considered.

You fail quite frequently. Eventually you drop the game because it’s getting stressful and you have the power to relieve yourself of the situation—not the Freudian lobby, just your fake dad.

II.

It’s 2012. PlayStation Network uploads The Prince’s primeval outing: Katamari Damacy. Within, Padre Cosmotic flaps his gums over too much hooch then slams his dump truck ass through the better part of our solar system. He dislodges every recognized constellation and even the moon itself.

Cosmos sends Prince to Earth—the last brick left in the shitstorm—to make slop of our planet and bodies. With the slop space itself will be made anew. The Good Son does as he's told, and every living entity experiences euphoric ego death within the bulbous heaven of the Katamari.

As a Real Gamer Teen you lose a lot less in this one. You really go in and fix Fake Dad’s mistakes, no problem at all. This is why a year ago you hailed “gaming journalism” as your calling. You write clean and play tight; should keep the lights on. It’s the most concrete idea you’ve had since 7th grade when you outlined a YA novel called Tooth Pocket. Even you didn’t think Scholastic would buy that one, though. It was just too hot for the book fair.

One day you’re cranking through FFVI and your real dad swings by, mad you're young. He grills your ass and says “I bet you can’t even tell me the biggest thing happening right now.” It’s some real “What’s a gallon of milk cost?” shit, he could mean anything.

 Surprisingly, you can’t think of a good answer. You and your friends are actually pretty informed because John Stewart is still at the desk and y’all chime in every day. See Fig. 4. You also spend hours each week tearing through MSN slideshows in your Graphic Design class because the Photoshop takes five minutes. You’ve seen a staggering amount of the Syrian civil war.

Figure 4: Sometimes in Snapchat you draw glasses on your cat to make him look like Mitch McConnel. You wouldn't do that without this guy.

Still, you’re a little stumped. It’s the middle of a phenomenon native to moralist presidencies known as "a slow news week.” You actually ran out of war shit the other day and clicked through some slides about Pakistani wrestlers. The seniors who offered you Jack Daniels in the Whataburger lot saw it and laughed. They thought you were peeping dong in class. You really weren’t, but they didn’t believe you. They graduate certain you were bricked up in the Dell Lab over big guys in spandex.

“I don’t know,” you tell your dad.

He throws his hands behind his head, hard, like an orangutan chucking logs at a poacher.

“It’s the fucking carbon tax,” he yells. This comes as a surprise, you think, because that shit is last month’s news. It really didn’t go anywhere.

“Do you not pay attention because you don’t give a shit, or are you just a nihilist and think you can’t do anything?” You can tell in his eyes he thinks there’s a real answer. “Seriously, which is it?

You don’t remember what you said. You probably just stammered until he walked off.

A month later he picks you up from marching band. Your phone is dead, so he had to wait twenty minutes longer than anticipated while you found his car. He punches the rearview mirror until the windshield cracks then screams of how your birth kept him from New England.

III.

It’s 2016. A rockin’ MILF in the Psych department gets you really into Hamilton. See Fig. 5. Every day you wake up on the grind and blast “You Aaron Burr, sir?” through your shitty 7-11 cans. While cramming foreign language Quizlets and McGraw Hill Online you do this thing called “Hafilton.” It’s where rock up to “Nonstop” and quit listening just before Hamilton decides what he will stop is being a good husband.

Figure 5: Like Kojima, you know "MILF" is a mindset, not a factual inquiry.

It’s 2018. Your grades are notably better and you’ve snuck into the honors program. Like Hamilton himself, you really flourished at 19 and thought about running for office. You immediately abandoned this idea after remembering your allergy to recordings of your image or voice.

You cohabit with the Psych MILF, and she offers some advice: she’s really had her boots on the ground with this whole “clinical psych thing” and honestly, respectfully, she loves you, but dear God it might not be your scene. It’s taken a real toll on her and the friends, and she can’t imagine you going through that shit.

At 1am in your living room you boot up DOOM (2016) and listen through some Hamilton. Angelica is thirsty on main when you remember that you, yourself, could be a lawyer. You don’t have to run for Congress to fight the establishment. There’s just the common law, and it’s right there. You can just get your grubby little hands in that shit and work your magic.

. . .

It’s the last semester of undergrad. Your Western Thought professor says Hamilton wasn’t really a huge deal and really James Madison shat out the big parts of our faction-proof empire. Yes, there was, in fact, a civil war, but the caplock rifle worked it out. After the Federalist papers he has you read the Bill of Rights but no Supreme Court cases. There’s a lot of talk on negative liberties.

Just before finals, the learned doctor says your generation only has two things to worry about: the climate and the poverty. Yeah they’re big, he says, but they’re just two things. You’re crafty kids, smart as the framers, even.

. . .

The state decides law school is your jam and lets you come inside.

There’s the negative liberties but you actually read Supreme Court opinions when the big boys aren’t shaking fists for Valley Forge. They have you listen to Hamilton for context. You feel dirty. An LRW professor puts on the “I’m Just a Bill” video and your sectionmate with Ivy degrees gets really, really mad.

. . .

The Federalist Society has a comfy presence at your law school. Along with Big Oil they sling out free pizza to every Little Scalia with a rumbly tum tum.

On your way to class you hear what the pizza boys feel. They hate Europeans, those social democrats with the rotten armories and clumpy cash. The Euros, they think, give too much wiggle room for the mentally ill, and by that they mean they mean gay people and probably just women overall.

There are more than two things to fix, you think.

. . .

The pandemic hits. You and some pals start a Google Doc to stay afloat. It barely works. In the Zoom review for the property final your professor catches multiple people crying. "You don't have to be here," he tells them, “there are other jobs.”

. . .

A year passes. You’re in a niche public interest class you do all right with. The professor looks you and thirty-five others dead in the eye and says how sorry he is that law school is traumatic. You shed a single tear in your little window. You're pretty in the shit and haven’t worn pants to class in months.

Then public interest prof takes a big, big drag from his long, fat spliff. He spins his desk chair and baseball cap at the same time, never letting go of the joint.

“Hey,” he says. “It’s not your fault, really, but the world is fucked. It’s time to fix what your parents did.”

The next week he gives a practice exam where the best solution is to sell an old lady’s house to Nestlé.

IV.

It’s 2022. After throwing your whole gooch at it, you fail the bar exam.

You fall back hard into exercise. When you’re not slamming Barbri you’re at the gym binging curls and cranking the Chainsaw Man soundtrack. One night on the way to squats you finally hear “Black Parade.” Just like you, Mr. Gerry Wayland is stuck between global disrepair and the desire to write Funny Little Books.

You just started an FLB yourself, actually. It’s spin on a Story Break episode you love. In your version there’s a fucked up civil war horse that moves like a spider and is covered in bugs. Rich people kill the planet then the horse gets lost in space. It’s compelling, you promise. There’s body horror and pirates dressed like Gorton’s Fisherman. See Fig. 6 It’s about the horrors of the contemporary world state. It’ll be fun.

Figure 6: An untapped horror icon. Imagine blood contrasting that yellow.

Big problem, though: you remember rich people love hiking. There’s no grass on Mars, not that good shit anyway. Would they really fuck all of it?

You edit. In the last few years, the real breathless ones, the oligarchs cash their tab. A cartel, they think, could really muscle those stragglers, the tragically common. There’s one city left with both breathable air and refugees. They level it. The few survivors are spread amongst the stars, so their loves and languages may die.

. . .

It’s the middle of Bar Prep Round 2. You and the patient MILF see Hadestown in the Big City.

There’s a juke joint on stage flanked by devil trombones. A sad little guy slinks in from the janitor’s closet. His name is Orpheus and, just like you, he’s a sad, short writer who likes a lady so much it comes out weird. He has a vision, he says, for a little ditty. It’s compelling, he promises, and shit’s gonna change. His love is functional and realized, worth the investment of a hardened woman displaced by capital’s torture. She believes him.

You cry because you know where this goes.

It’s just a single tear.

Don’t worry.

Nobody sees.

. . .

There’s this game you like, by some corporate anarchists who hate themselves. They’re Scandinavian, from the spot in Tallin where you stopped for a cruise. Every gift shop there had swastikas and gas masks leftover from the bloody years.

In the game is a liberal yacht MILF. She thinks you’re stupid but someone’s helping with your gun, so you’ve got that on her. And yet, she pins you, re your whole writing thing. See Fig. 7.

Figure 7: She sucked, but it still hurt when she left.

Your favorite Supreme Court podcast says the ocean’s last hope is other countries. But those countries’ people cry to the Disco game, and their ministers also bought The End of History. You meet them on the subreddit. You're all geeked out, waiting for the tide.

. . .

It’s the era of desert cradles. God thinks you’re disgusting, so he sends his better kids with a memo: the flood was too much work on his end, it’s time for something different.

“Just keep walking,” he says.

Your skin bares his figure. So do the corpses. You little birds among billions, gassed out and screaming, move to clean.

V.

It’s 2023.

We Love Katamari is up on the PlayStation store. You sit with the cats and mow down some crabs. You don’t need it so much these days, but it’s nice.

There’s a Bar card in your wallet, just below your gym tag. There are two interviews in your Google Calendar. Good stuff might happen, hopefully soon. You crawl into bed and wrap an arm around your wife’s rib cage.

Everything matters and nothing is safe.

You are loved enough to sleep.

#gaming #actually mentally ill #disco elysium #fuck freud #writing #satoshi kon #2000s anime #law school #environment #hamilton musical #aaron burr #politics #marriage #philosophy #the daily show with jon stewart #bad parenting #my chemical romance #gerard way #existential despair #katamari damacy #we love katamari #succession

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silence feels better with you, chapter three

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

Warnings: swearing, injury mention (jj had a fight with his dad)

Words: 1.6K

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JJ broke up with you three months ago.

He was currently sat on the wet grass outside, staring up at the moon overhead, his phone pressed to his ear.

He almost slammed his phone to the ground when he heard your voicemail for the fifth time.

Fuck.

JJ buried his face in his hands for a moment, taking a shaky breath. His head was throbbing, and every time his mouth moved, he could feel the sting of the split lip he was sporting.

After a halfhearted attempt to calm himself down, he picked his phone back up, calling you just one more time.

“Hello?” The sound of your voice on the other end made JJ’s heart skip a beat. Finally.

“Took you long enough.” He tried to play off the pain he was in, but the second he heard your quiet sigh on the other line, he knew you heard the way his voice wavered slightly.

“What’s up, JJ?” He hated how he couldn’t read your emotions. He didn’t know if you were frustrated with him, he didn’t know if you were worried, he didn’t know if you were just as desperate to hear his voice as he was to hear yours.

“Uh, so… listen,” JJ cringes at the way his voice shakes, cursing under his breath. “My dad’s back from prison, and… I had a bit of an argument with him.”

He could hear a sharp intake of breath from you, and he shut his eyes for a moment, trying to imagine how you looked right now.

Were you worried about him? Did you still care? Did he ruin everything forever?

“Shit, JJ-”

“I don’t need your pity.” The words came out before he could stop them. There was something in your tone of voice that made his cheeks flush and his eyes sting with unshed tears. He felt weak. He always felt so weak around you.

You’re silent on the other line, so JJ forces himself to continue.

“John B’s hanging out with Sarah, I can’t go there, and-” He angrily wipes at his eyes, hot tears starting to stream down his face that he’s been trying to keep at bay all night. “Pope’s working late tonight, and Kie’s parents fucking hate me, so-”

“It’s okay.” Your voice cuts him off, and he sits there for a moment, in the wet grass, praying for a miracle. “Do you want to come over?”

There it is.

“Uh, about that…” JJ forces a weak laugh from his throat, glancing up to your house from where he’s sitting in your backyard. He can see the dim light of your lamp from your bedroom window, and he can see the small chips of paint along the side of the house from the many times JJ snuck into your bedroom at night when the whole neighborhood was asleep.

JJ winces at the memories, the pain of losing you almost worse than the throbbing in his head.

When he sees you glance out the window, his heart almost stops. The two of you make eye contact for the briefest moments, and JJ raises his hand in a halfhearted wave.

You shove the window open, and JJ doesn’t waste a second, clambering up the side of your house, ungracefully climbing through your bedroom window on the second floor.

With gentle hands, you help JJ into your room, keeping him from knocking over a plant near the windowsill. He freezes in his tracks when he sees your room again, and he almost forgets why he came over in the first place, taking in the space before him that used to be where he spent most of his nights. It was the same as it had been all those months ago, and JJ hates himself for letting you go. All he wants to do is curl up in your bed, in your arms, comforted by the only person he’s ever loved and the only person who’s ever truly loved him.

“You look like shit.” Your voice brings him out of his daze, and all he can do is nod, still staring at every little part of your room. The bookshelf near your desk is missing a few pictures, ones that JJ knows all too well were pictures of him with you.

He shakes the sick feeling in his stomach away, forcing himself to focus on the conversation at hand. “Well, you know how he is.” His voice is raspy. Tired. Broken. If he paid more attention he would’ve seen the worry in your eyes. “It’s really not that bad.”

Both of you know he’s lying. If it wasn’t that bad he wouldn’t be here. If it wasn’t that bad he could’ve handled it himself, but instead, he’s at his ex-girlfriend’s house and god does his head hurt.

Silently, you pull the first aid kit out from where it’s always sat under your bed. Back when you two were dating, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for JJ to show up unannounced, covered in bruises, with a weak smile and a “you should see the other guy.” that never made you laugh.

It tugged at JJ’s heart to know that you still kept the first aid kit under your bed. Part of him hoped you kept it there on the off chance he’d need you again – as if he ever stopped – but the more bitter part of him knows you probably just left it there forgotten until this very moment.

Once you grabbed it, you set it on the floor in front of you, gathering the supplies you needed. Your hand moved to JJ’s chin, gently lifting his face so you could assess the damage.

The slight touch alone was enough to make JJ’s eyes sting again. Your presence, your touch, it was both the comfort JJ craved more than anything and the thing that tormented him the most.

Your hands were impossibly gentle as you start to clean up the wounds littering his face. It was more gentle than he knows he would’ve been. More gentle than John B would’ve been. Or Kiara, or Pope. There was just something about you that made things hurt less. Made the pain dull just slightly.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You ask carefully.

JJ shakes his head, his gaze falling to the floor for a moment, praying that he wouldn’t start crying.

Your thumb runs along his cheek, and he instantly reaches up to grasp your wrist tightly, both terrified and desperate to feel your affection. After a tense, painful moment, he finally lets go, closing his eyes as your hand caresses his cheek.

When you start to clean up his split lip, he takes the opportunity to observe you up close for the first time that night. For the first time in months.

There’s a soft, determined look in your eyes that always made JJ smile. It’s the same look you’ve always had when you’re trying so hard to be careful with JJ. He frowns a little at the bags under your eyes, hidden just slightly by some hastily applied concealer. He can see all the ways the breakup took a toll on you, in the littlest ways that only someone who knew you as well as JJ would notice.

Finally, you finished patching him up, smiling softly and leaning away from him. It takes everything in JJ to not pull you closer again, to kiss you, to beg you to take him back.

“Here, you can take the bed.”

He blinks up at you, trying to figure out if he hallucinated your words or if you actually wanted him to stay. You’re not looking at him, focusing on cleaning up your makeshift nurse’s station and putting your first aid kit away.

“You can take the bed, I’m gonna… go home.” It hurts JJ to even say, but he’s too weak to spend another minute here without breaking down.

“No.” Your tone is more firm than he’s heard in a while, and it shocks him into a stunned silence. “You’re not going back to your dad. You’re staying here, no arguments.”

“Yes ma’am.” He mutters under his breath, watching you idly reorganize things around your room. A grin pulls at his lips, knowing it’s because you’re trying to busy yourself, too nervous to look at JJ. “Hey, you can take the bed. I can take the floor-”

The look in your eyes made him shut up without a second thought. Once you were sure he wouldn’t continue arguing, you went back to fiddling with things around the room, no longer looking at him.

Fuck it.

“Let’s just share the bed.”

You freeze, slowly turning to him with wide eyes.

JJ tries to play it off, shrugging as if his heart wasn’t beating out of his chest. “C’mon, it’s not like we haven’t before.” That was when you were dating her, dumbass.

The silence in the room makes JJ wanna throw up, but he forces himself not to react, waiting for your response.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” He looks up, surprised.

“Okay.” You repeat, walking around to the other side of the bed, climbing under the covers, and watching warily when JJ does the same thing.

There was a polite amount of distance between the two of you, and every centimeter between you and JJ makes his heart hurt even more.

You curl up in the bed, turning off the lamp and plunging the room into darkness.

There was a thick silence in the room as you rolled over to face the wall. JJ desperately wanted to do something, anything to break the tension, but instead, he closed his eyes, pretending that he could relax enough to fall asleep when the love of his life was inches away from him and probably hated his guts.

By the time you woke up, the bed was empty and JJ was nowhere to be seen.

#jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader

[maltedmilkks]

after the night at the byer’s, billy and steve both sport the same bruises.

and it doesn’t make sense.

steve’s sure he didn’t get that many hits in, and even then, it wasn’t hard enough to give billy a shiner like his.

and the worst part is, he feels bad.

“Hey, man,” He starts, cornering billy after a particularly difficult basketball practice. billy was awful. he kept his shirt on, too, which was weird. steve was benched completely; he can barely see out of one eye, and the other is still swollen shut.

billy’s panting from practice, hunched over as if it hurts to breathe. facing his locker and not replying to steve.

“um,” steve continues. “i…feel bad about what happened this weekend. i was just looking out for the kids, y’know, and i didn’t mean to hit you that h-“

billy turns around, snarling. looking like a battered, cornered wild dog.

“oh fuck right off, harrington,” he spits, and shoulders his way out.

“dude,” steve says, curling his lip. “i’m trying to apologize to you, asshole.”

“i don’t need your apology,” billy replies, and it hurts a little.

“well maybe if you hadn’t been a racist asshole i wouldn’t have had to hit you in the first plac-“

billy seems even angrier.

“i am not a fucking racist, harrington,” he snarls, but it lacks the horror his voice used to hold because of the wounds on his face.

steve grimaces. “yeah, totally, you just attacked lucas because he happened to be the closest.”

billy looks around the locker room as if someone is watching him. nervous.

“it’s not because of that,” he mutters, chewing on his swollen bottom lip.

“then why?” steve presses. “because if i recall, he didn’t do a damn thing to you, billy.”

billy swallows and refuses to make eye contact.

“it’s my fucking dad, harrington. he finds out max is messing around with a black kid and all three of us get a shiner worse than mine. i couldn’t care less about what those little shits are doing, but he does.”

steve’s face softens.

“so you’re…taking the punches for max?”

“that’s a stupid way to put it.”

“i…” steve gapes. “why don’t you go to hopper or something? he could put your dad in j-“

“because, harrington, i’ve got nowhere to go and no one gives a shit anyway if a dad beats his son as discipline. but i can’t let him put a hand on max. she doesn’t deserve it. even if she’s a fucking bitch.”

billy shakes his head like he’s said something awful.

“now you know. congratulations, harrington. i spent all this time stealing your crown and now you know that i’m just a pussy whose dad beats him. have fun spreading that one around.”

billy turns to leave and steve catches him by the arm.

“i’m not going to tell anyone,” he says, and billy scoffs.

“i promise. i’m not like that anymore. like you said…turned bitch.”

billy laughs.

“so, what? you look at me like i’m a kicked puppy every time i come to school with my teeth knocked in? because i’d rather you spread rumors about me instead.”

steve shakes his head.

“i wont do that either. promise. i just…i dunno. can i help in any way?”

billy shrugs him off.

“do what you do, i guess. protect those little shits. i’m not as good with kids as you are, mama bird.”

steve flushed at that and grimaces.

“please do not ever call me that again.”

and they laugh. and it feels nice.

“hey, uh, are you doing anything this friday?” steve asks, and it feels natural.

“probably looking after max. parents like to go out a lot and leave me with her.”

“well, why don’t you and her come with me and we can catch a movie maybe? she can bring lucas and you two can patch things up?”

“are you asking me on a date, harrington?”

steve’s face gets even redder.

“no, i just meant-like y’know, it would be nice, and i could, um-“

“it’s cool. i’ll come by friday. 5:00? you get lucas, i’ll bring max.”

steve nods. “um, yeah. that sounds good.”

billy smiles softly. “good. and don’t pick some girly movie. max and i like slashers.”

“right. got it.”

“see ya, steve.”

billy nudges him before jogging off, undoubtably late to pick up max.

and steve is frozen. what started as an apology for his own moral compass turned into a date. steve’s going on a date? with a boy? no, it was just a joke. maybe. probably.

he hopes it wasn’t, though.

#stranger things #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #steve x billy #idk I wanted to write something #thought about this on my walk home from classes #steve and Billy reconciliation moment asf #wish they had something like this in the show #sad face #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #I just think their double date would’ve been cheesy as fuck LMAO #tee hee #billy hargrove redemption #and then Billy gives Steve a box of chocolates as an apology for the Byers house #and him and max finally talk through everything #and he apologizes to Lucas and explains and then they become basketball practice buddies

[arroganceisherfavoritecolor]

Enjoy the silence

Carl and reader have a moment while on the job...

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*Reader uses fem pronouns, mentions of past bullying, reader is insecure✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

It had been a long day for you and your friends in Alexandria. You had been on a run since early in the morning, having to leave at sunrise due to the long drive out to a city to look for some supplies. You had all gotten back by the time the sun was almost completely out of sight, thankfully. You were all hoping to get home, shower and knock out as soon as possible. But of course, you and your best friend, Carl, were the two people Deanna had ordered to keep watch.

Now usually, you despised having to be on watch duty. You found it boring and agonizingly long, and what made it worse was the fact that there was no chance of sleeping till the next day. But when you did it with Carl, it was a whole different story. Carl always found a way to make the night more interesting, whether it be his funny dad-jokes or the gossip he would hear around Alexandria. In other words, Carl made everything so, so much better. Although it had only been about a year since you first met him, he felt like home. He surrounded you with a warm feeling, you knew that no matter what, you could go to him and you'd feel okay. As you were deep into your thoughts, you heard footsteps coming from the ladder. You looked to the right and saw Carl making his way up. Your heart lit up and you felt that feeling of warmth wash over you. You smiled at Carl involuntarily, just looking at him made you feel happy. "Hey [Name]." His voice sounded like music to your ears, better than any tune or beat you've heard in your life. "Hi Carl." He stood next to you. You and Carl were almost touching shoulders, since the towers small box-like frame didn't provide the most space. You began to converse with him, talking about how the day went. Every few minutes, either you or Carl would see a walker and shoot it down and then go back to your conversation.

It had been 3 hours of you and him talking. The time flew by like seconds. This was another thing you liked about Carl, it was the way you could talk to him for hours and never get bored. At some point, you had brought up how at one of the recent parties, some older women in Alexandria began to make snarky comments towards you. They said things about how your hair looked ragged and your skin was dull. You'd think that when in the middle of a zombie outbreak, they'd have much better things to worry about. "The old-heads gave me shit about my skin and hair again" you said with a slight chuckle, you didn't want Carl to think you were a sensitive crybaby. "tch, dont even pay attention to them [Name], they're just jealous because theyre all old and wrinkly." You laughed at Carls remark. "Its okay, I dont really mind. I remember in school, before the outbreak, kids would pick on me for the same shit." Carls once relaxed aura turned curious. "What would they say exactly?" He asked politely, not wanting to intrude.

"Well, it was usually about my face or my weight. It used to make me really upset, to the point where i'd beg my mom to not take me to school. But after a little while, I learned not to care . Besides, growing up with mostly skinny and pretty friends kind of toughens you up." You tried smiling at Carl and looking him in the eyes to show you werent sad. "What do you mean?" He asked. "A lot of my friends would have all the boys chasing after them, even in Kindergarten. Think of it like how Enid gets treated by every other teen here. Since I wasnt ever really the cute type, i'd just watch from the side." You smiled again, but this time avoided eye contact. "Wait, so youre saying that NO boys had crushes on YOU?" He emphasized on the "you" part. "I mean... I guess?" You shrugged while grinning. Carls face was twisted in a confused expression. "Why are you looking at me like that Grimes?" You laughed out. "I just find it hard to believe that no one ever 'like-liked' you." You tilted your head to the side, brows furrowed in confusion as to what he was gonna say. "Youre just so... perfect. Youre smart, funny, beautiful... and you can beat some zombie ass." You giggled, feeling a blush creep up on your face. "You think i'm beautiful, Carl?" You asked him shyly, afraid of sounding conceited or selfish. "Of course I do [Name]." He said.

He turned his head all the way in your direction, wanting a perfect view of you. He looked so handsome in this moment. His sheriffs hat was on top of his soft brown hair. His flannel was unbuttoned half way, his white t-shirt peeking through. The sleeves of the flannel were rolled up to his forearm. His hands were behind his back, slender and tall frame leaning against the wooden post of the watch tower. His face was illuminated by the soft glowing oil lamp that sat on the chair in front of you two. His diamond-like eye and ghostly pale skin looked so pretty in the mixture of the warm light of the lamp and the cold light of the moon. You felt your heart rate spike, your pupils dilated. He looked so kissable, all you wanted to do was grab him by the shoulders and kiss his lips til you were both breathless. Carl could say the same for you, as your (eye color) eyes and (skin color) skin looked gorgeous in the light of the lamp and moon. Your slightly tattered tank top hugged your curves and your low-waisted ripped black jeans did as well, exposing a small portion of your mid drift. Carl noticed your cheeks were rosy and your eyes were glossy. Your lips were slightly parted due to the impact of Carl calling you beautiful.

He fixed his posture, standing all the way up and walked towards you. It only took about 1 or 2 steps for him to be face to face with you. He tilted his head downwards, making eye contact. (eye color) eyes gazing into his, you felt the warm feelings 10x. He touched your (hair color) hair, twirling it in his fingers. His hands went from your hair to your cheek, cupping it. He stroked his thumb against your soft skin, feeling the heat. 'So much for dull skin and hair' Carl thought to himself, cursing those old hags for making his love feel bad. "Carl.." You finally spoke out, your voice nothing but a low whisper. From this angle, Carls face was no longer in view of the lamp. The only lighting you got was from the moon, directly shining down on you and him. You took each other's features in, not once breaking contact from eachother. Carl closed his eye, slowly began to lean in, and kissed you. His pink lips were soft, the feeling of the kiss was like satin bed sheets and velvety pillows. He put his other hand on your other cheek, guiding you to be impossibly closer to him. You felt fireworks go off in your brain and stomach. The moment you had waited so long for had finally happened. You deepened the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. You could feel Carls tongue slip inside of your mouth, the feeling so foreign and yet so good. You slowly broke away from the kiss face hotter than ever. You and Carl stood there, trying to process what had just happened. After a few 30 seconds, you both began laughing from the overwhelming feeling of happiness. For the rest of the night, you held each other, enjoying the silence.

"All I ever wanted

All I ever needed

Is here in my arms" - Enjoy the Silence, Depeche Mode

A/N: I have wanted to write for Carl for the longesttt time !! I hope u guys liked it pls request more stufffff ;3

#carl grimes x reader #carl grimes #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader

[billys-pretty-babe]

Different, but Still Home

Pairing : Kas!Billy x Fem!Reader

Summary : He died in the mall fire, so how come he's knocking at your window with blood red eyes and pretty fangs?

Warnings : Blood, blood drinking, swearing, period mentions (reader is not on her period), smut (fingering, unprotected piv, light choking)

Word count: 3,777

A/N : based on the lore of kas the bloody handed, billy has a good chance of coming back but this is just an opinion of mine : )

A/N 2 : many of you have read this, but I altered the ending so that there's smut and not just implied smut, enjoy < 3

The moon lit up your room, Billy had always loved the way you looked in the light, especially like this. He felt like a creep of some sort, watching his beloved curled up with the pillow he had always used. His fingers traced the glass and before he knew it, he was softly knocking at it. He watched you stir before settling.

You put a hand over your ears, you had heard something, but you didn't know what. Unfortunately, you were skittish, and Billy always took care of the scary noises for you. The thought brought tears to your eyes, how your boyfriend, the boy who protected you from the scary things in the world, was gone. It had been nearly a year, and your heart was still hurting at each mention of his name, each picture you saw.

Another sound came from the window, and you slowly brought your eyes to the window, gulping, telling yourself it was just a tree branch knocking against the glass. Your eyes darted over, locking onto red ones, but they were familiar. They were your home, but he looked different, home looked scary.

Billy tapped at the glass again, needing you to let him inside. His finger came up, using a come-hither motion as he beckoned you over and you walked over cautiously. He smiled, close lipped as he made a motion to open the window. You took him in, he was as gorgeous as ever, but something was off, he still looked like your Billy except for his eyes.

You cautiously opened the window, and he ducked inside, his footsteps made no sound, making you wary. He shut the window and looked at you, "Hi baby," his voice was as smooth as you remembered it. You wanted to cry, wanted to question him, but your mouth went dry. You couldn't say or do anything, it was like you were stuck. His fingers came up to your face, they were slightly cold but nothing too odd.

He tilted your head up, so you were making eye contact as the red went back to the blue that you loved dearly. "Billy." He smiled, teeth on display, his canines were longer than you remember. You hugged him tightly, you had to. His arms came around you, holding you close to him. You put your ear over his chest, where his heart would be.

"It doesn't beat anymore, baby." You put your chin to his chest so you could look at him. "How come?" He smiled, bringing his hand up to your cheek and rubbing it gently. "Sit down so we can talk." You nodded, sitting on your bed and he sat with you. "You died." He laughed, nodding. "I did, but something happened, I don't know what, but I became this thing. I drink blood, I sleep during the day, and I got these." He opened his mouth, running his tongue across his canines.

"Vampire," you questioned. It was a long shot but hell, it was Hawkins, you've seen flower faced slimy dogs running around, tentacles split the ground, and most of all, you saw your boyfriend get killed by a shadow monster. He laid back, "Yeah, guess so." You nodded, still looking at him.

"Do you have feelings still?" He nodded, "Yeah, I think so, well actually, I don't know. I still get aroused and shit." You hummed, pursing your lips, "Sounds like Billy Hargrove never died." He laughed, putting his hand out for you to take. You cautiously took it, and he pulled you down swiftly, so you laid beside him.

"I came back for you for a reason. Max is gone, my dad's gone, Susan didn't mean much to me, you're the home I have left." You nodded, curling up to him. "I know, B. I'm sorry." He shook his head, kissing the top of your hair.

"I missed you," you softly said. He nodded, "I know, I missed you too. I would've come back sooner but the gate wasn't open, not until that cheerleader died. Did you know Harrington is dating Wheeler again?" You softly gasped and he nodded, "I saw them down there. Wasn't she dating Byers?" You nodded, "Yeah, I thought they were still together, I just saw them two days ago." He shrugged, "From what I saw in the Upside Down, there's something between her and Harrington." You nodded.

Billy rubbed his eyes as he patted your side. "Are you okay," you softly asked. He shook his head, "I need to feed, I'll be back." You looked at him, "Feed like on human blood?" He nodded, "Hopper's weird kid gets me blood from the hospital, that's the only way Hopper would let me live with him, if I didn't feed on people." You nodded.

"This might be a long shot and might kill me, but I just got you back. You can feed on me." He shook his head quickly, "No, I'll hurt you." You shook your head, "B, nothing has and will ever hurt worse than watching you die in the mall. Please, I don't want you to leave." He contemplated it.

"Okay, but if it hurts tell me." You nodded and he pulled you into his lap as he sat up. He felt around your neck. "Not trying to go for the jugular, give me a sec." You hummed, nodding slightly. He found a perfect spot and looked at you. "Ready?" You nodded again. "Hold still." He leaned in, placing a featherlight kiss on your neck, a silent apology for the pain he was about to put you through.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, lips brushing over your warm skin. You felt the sharp sting of his fangs and you squeezed your eyes shut, it felt you were getting a shot with millions of the sharpest needles. He held you tightly, doing his best to comfort you. The pain subsided when his lips touched your neck, his lower set of teeth were resting on your skin. His eyes fluttered shut, you were warm, this was intimate, more intimate than sex.

His right hand held your waist tightly as his left held the other side of your neck. You felt the blood leaving you, making you slightly dizzy and even a little nauseated. Your heart raced and Billy picked up on it as he gently pulled away. He licked the wound before sucking his teeth. He was satiated as he licked his lips, humming.

Your blood tasted different, maybe because you were warm but there was something in it that he had never tasted before, even on the bags that had an F on them. "Baby," he questioned. You hummed in response. "Are you on your period?" You shook your head, immediately regretting it as you got dizzier. "Let me get you some juice and candy, gotta get your blood sugar back up." He left your room; he was as quiet as night as he rummaged through the kitchen before going back to your room.

He opened the juice bottle, handing it to you as he opened the chocolate. Chocolate was his favorite when he was human, it was one of the only things he missed, you were at the top of the list until tonight. He handed you the candy bar as he sat down beside you.

"That was kind of hot," you said after taking a few bites of the candy. He laughed, looking at your neck. "So, am I a vampire now?" He shook his head, "No." You hummed, "Can I be?" He shook his head again. "Boo," you said, thumb down as you booed your boyfriend. He laughed, pulling you close, head resting on yours. "Maybe one day, I had to go a year without you, imagine eternity, I'd have to stake my own heart just to be with you again." You smiled, kissing his jaw.

"Oh, why'd you ask if I was on my period?" He hummed, "Your blood was sweet tasting, different than the bags." You nodded, "I'm ovulating." He nodded, his brain was filling with the memories of you under him, on top of him, in front of him, your moans filled his brain.

"You know," you said as you put the candy and juice down, "I've always wondered what it was like to fuck a vampire." He laughed. "Yeah? Your dirty books finally catching up to you?" You gasped, "You said you wouldn't bring them up." He laughed, pulling you down as he laid down, kissing you hard. "We have a year to make up for." You nodded.

He planted his lips back on yours, rolling so you were underneath him, pressing his body against yours. Your body was heating up with each passing moment that his hips were on yours. The two of you were still fully clothed but you could feel just how hard he was, his erection pressing against the zipper of his jeans.

"I love you, fuck I love you so much," he said as he pressed his lips to your skin, his nose nuzzling your skin with each kiss. "I love you too," you whimpered when he kissed the bite mark, he had left. He kissed down to your chest; the deep neckline of your sleep shirt was keeping him from kissing down the rest of your body.

"You can take it off," you said, getting antsy. Would it feel different? Would he still be able to cum inside of you? There were so many questions that you needed an answer to. His fingers played with the hem of the soft and tattered t-shirt before he slipped it over your head.

He looked at your bare chest, you rarely ever wore a bra, always complaining about underwire. His left hand came up, tweaking one of your nipples and you moaned, back arching. He smiled; you were always so receptive to his touch; this was one of the many things he missed about you.

"Bet you played with yourself while I was gone. Probably had two fingers in that pretty pussy, didn't you baby," he asked. You couldn't even answer him, too focused on the way his thumb was gently rubbing the peak of your nipple as his index and middle finger were on top of your boob.

His head dipped down, kissing the valley of your breasts. His mouth moved to your left breast, letting his teeth graze across your nipple. "Billy, fuck," you moaned. You were getting impatient, stomping your foot against the mattress a little. He smiled against your warm skin, "Don't be a brat," he mumbled, sucking on your flesh.

He left pretty bruises behind, knowing your clothes would cover them up. He kissed below your belly button and kissed the pretty bow on the front of your underwear. He moved down a little, kissing your thigh, biting them just enough for teeth marks to show, but not hard enough to puncture your skin.

"Can fucking smell you," he said, his lips brushing the skin on your inner thigh, very close to where he needed to be. He could see the wet patch of your arousal on your underwear, thankful for the white light that the moon was emitting. "Please do something," you begged. You needed him, in any way you could get him.

He hummed, moving you so your legs were over his shoulders as he kissed the wet fabric. He watched the little patch become larger as he laughed at you. He was a tease, even now and you hated it. His hands reached to your left leg, grabbing the fabric and pulling the seams apart before doing the same on the other side as he pulled the ruined underwear from your body, dropping them to the floor.

He grabbed your thighs, spreading them so your feet were dangling just above his shoulders. He watched the way you were spreading for him, seeing the strings of your arousal, watching the way they broke, falling to your skin. "Fuck," he groaned, letting out a little moan at the end of the word.

"So fuckin' pretty," he said, voice raspy with lust. He leaned forward, kissing your slit before sucking it gently, letting his teeth barely graze the peak of it, right where you were the most sensitive. You moaned, kicking your feet a little and he snickered, pulling away from you. He let your legs gently drop onto his shoulders as he brought up his middle and ring finger to your clit, circling it a few times to spread your slick around.

"You played with yourself before you went to sleep, didn't you?" Your heart stopped. How did he know? You glanced down at him, "Maybe." He laughed, letting his two fingers move down before gently pressing them into you. His fingers were thick and considering you never hooked up with anyone after his death, there was a little discomfort.

"Slow," you softly said. He nodded, pressing a kiss to your skin as he went slowly, until his fingers were completely in you, your slick falling to his hand. He gently pumped his fingers into you, spreading them to get your walls ready for him.

"Fuckin' love you," he said against your skin. His eyes were locked on the way your body was accepting his fingers. He curled them, feeling the way your heels dug into his back with the motion and he snickered. "Feels good, huh baby?" You quickly nodded, "Uh huh." He stifled a laugh.

He knew exactly how to take care of your body; he knew how to pull you apart and put you right back together. "Come on baby," he said as he sped his fingers up. "Need you to let go for me, know how bad you need my cock." Your breathing was picking up, practically panting with each movement.

His right hand patted the side of your thigh. He watched the way your body reacted to everything. He couldn't wait to be inside you, watching you fall apart from him. You clenched around his fingers, a big indicator that you were right there at the edge, you just needed something to push you over.

He leaned forward, placing his lips on your clit, his tongue flicking the peak. You moaned loudly with whines mixed in as you tried to move your feet. He eased you through your orgasm, pulling his fingers from you with a small pop as he watched your slick drip. He couldn't help himself, licking right where his fingers were. He moaned at the taste of you, missing it so dearly.

He desperately wished he could feed off of it instead of blood, he knew he'd never go hungry. "Shit, B, feels good," you moaned, fingers going down to his hair as you pulled a little, knowing how much he liked it. He moaned again, pressing his face further into you. His nose was getting squished, but he didn't care. That was another perk of being the living dead, he could eat you out forever and not have to worry about suffocating.

He pulled back, lips glistening as his tongue came out and cleaned up your mess on his face. He stood up, letting your legs fall to the bed. "Roll over." You rolled over, putting your chest on the mattress as you put your ass in the air. "There we go," he said. You heard his zipper before his belt buckle hit the floor.

He took his underwear off, hand going to your bedside table where his pack of rubbers were. Truthfully, Billy wasn't sure if he shot blanks or not. You couldn't possibly get pregnant, could you? "Want me to wrap up?" You shook your head, letting your head rest against the soft blanket on your bed. "Okay," he softly said. His hand came to the bottom of your back, rubbing it softly.

He grabbed right below his tip, not needing to give himself a few tugs because of how hard he was. He guided his tip to your entrance, feeling how warm you were. His tip was getting wet as he tapped it against your hole, teasing a little. He took in your little moans, it was getting to his head, needing to hear them for however long he would live.

"Ready," he asked, his right hand moving to your hip, holding you tightly. You quickly nodded. He hummed, "I need words, baby, you know that." You cleared your throat, "I'm ready, please Billy." He nodded, adjusting himself as he placed his thumb right at the bottom of his tip as he gently guided himself into you. He didn't know who moaned first, you or him. His blunt nails dug into your skin, needing to get a grasp to make sure this was real.

You held the blanket, needing to hold something. "Fuck, stop clenching," he said. His words came out whinier than he meant them to. You got your breathing under control, finally being able to relax. "There we go, that's a good girl," he said, his voice thick with lust. He pushed into you more, his hand tightening on your waist every time you clenched around him.

Before his hips could press against your ass, he pulled back a little, quickly snapping his hips. You moaned loudly, not having to care if anyone could hear the two of you since you were left alone for a few days. "Shit baby, you feel so good," he said, dipping his head down to kiss your back. His hips snapped once again, his tip hitting your G-spot. "Fuck," you squeaked, that spot hadn't been touched in a year.

He laughed, pushing his hair back. "Yeah? That's the spot, huh baby?" You nodded, pushing your ass back against him. "Uh uh," he said, almost reprimanding you. "You just lay there, let me do all the work." With that, you let yourself fully relax, feeling his thighs stick to yours each time he thrust back into you.

He quickened his pace, the room echoing with slapping skin, wet sounds from the way you were sucking him in and the moans from the two of you. "Fuck, that's it," he said, his left hand crawling up your back as he leaned forward, his head right behind yours as his hand moved to the front of your throat.

His hand clamped down, knowing where to press his fingers so you wouldn't get hurt. Your moans grew louder at the slight pressure. He kissed your back again before kissing the back of your neck. "That's good baby, just take it. I know you can." Your ass rippled with each snap of his hips, he was aggressive, and you loved it, especially right now.

His fingers tightened just a little, knowing how much you could take. You clenched around his cock, not wanting him to ever pull out. Your left hand held his arm, wanting to hold him which was nearly impossible in this position.

"Need me to do anything differently?" He could feel how close you were. He felt the way your slick was moving down his base to his balls, getting them wet as they hit your clit with each thrust, providing even more stimulation for you. It was messy, the way his skin was getting stuck to yours. On a whim, he pulled you up so the two of you were propped up as you were sitting on his thighs.

He let go of your waist, putting the hell of his hand on your chin, two fingers going to your lips. "Get 'em wet for me." You sucked on his fingers, and he pulled them out, seeing the string of spit break as it fell to your chin, and some got on your chest. His fingers made contact with your clit, rubbing circles and pinching just a little, enough to make you squeal so that your legs fell open more, so his cock was completely inside of you.

Your hips stuttered forward as you were pushed over the edge. Your body felt like static, toes and fingers going numb. Your mouth hung open, no sound coming out as your eyes were squeezed shut. "There we go," he said against your hair. He listened to how breathy you were as his head fell to your shoulder.

He was trying to breathe through his impending orgasm, but he couldn't do it, letting his own body succumb to the wave of pleasure. His hips moved with sloppy movements, still getting stimulation. His breath was heavy as he said profanities. He kissed the back of your shoulder, gently laying you back down on your stomach.

He carefully pulled out, expecting a rush of white to follow his tip but it wasn't there. "Cool, it's like a vasectomy," he said, quickly smacking your ass making you jump. He laughed, getting up as he watched you, poking your skin. "Did I kill you?" You raised your hand, middle finger up as he laughed, smacking a kiss to your skin.

He groaned, moving around your room as he grabbed a clean towel, wiping his body off. He cleaned you off, "Stop moving he said," when the fabric touched your clit. "I'm sensitive," you said, moving your hips back. He handed you a water bottle that was half full, sharing it with you.

He laid down, pushing his hair out of his face as he pulled the blanket up as he laughed, watching you lay across the bed on your back, staring at the ceiling. He leaned forward, gently grabbing you and pulling you to where he was. You laid on his chest, thankful you slept with the fan on as it cooled you down.

"Jesus." He laughed at you, running his hand over your hair as he kissed any skin he could reach. "Go to sleep, we'll do more tomorrow if you can take it." You hummed, nodding. "Okay, but I'm riding you." He rolled his eyes, "Yeah right, two minutes in you'll be whining, asking me to fuck you. You're not a rider, and that's okay baby." It was your turn to roll your eyes. "Shut up, go to sleep or whatever the hell you do." He laughed, rubbing your side, watching your heavy eyes close.

He felt your back move slowly over time with each rise and fall of your chest. He rubbed your skin with his thumb, watching you sleep. He was hoping that there would be no other threats to Hawkins, he wouldn't know what to do without you. He lived a year without you, and he vowed never again. "I love you," he said softly, the words moving through the night air.

@floredaqueen @buckysgrace

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[reticent-writer]

Tengen x teen reader

I didn't really like the last one

You had a habit of following your father and for the most part he found it cute until it became a problem and you kept following him to the hashira meetings.

And guess where you followed him today.

A hashira meeting.

More specifically when a demon slayer was caught protecting his demon sister.

You hid behind the side of the building out of site but you could hear most of everything.

You heard so commotion and peaked around the corner to see giyuu standing a few feet away from you and the slayer on the ground with sanemi in front of him.

'Did he just hit sanemi' you were shocked. In the time you had know Sanemi he beat you in every fight but this kid took him down with his hands behind his back.

"What are you doing here Y/n." You heard giyuu whisper next to you making you realize how you far you had hovered over to get a better look of what happened.

Making a strange noise you hid back behind the corner. "Promise not to tell dad, I followed him cause I heard what happened." You wisphered back grabbing the building.

"I think its to late for that."

Your heart dropped. You looked to the hashira immediately making eye contact with your father.

He held no emotion while looking at you.

Fight or flight

Definitely flight.

You knew he couldn't leave just yet so you had a head start. You ran all the way home when you were a

"Y/n why are you so out of breath?" Huffing you looked up at your mother, Makio. You tried getting around her but she stopped you.

'Dang it.' You thought knowing she was gonna scold you.

"Hope you weren't following your father again." You could only stare still trying to catch your breath. "I-"

You were cut off when a hand on your shoulder was placed on your shoulder.

"He did."

'Shit'

"Hi dad." You quickly turn around greeting him with a smile and a shakey wave.

A once mad face spread into a big slime. "You have followed be and I barely noticed. Your getting better my son, who know maybe you can accompany me on future missions." And laughed slapping your shoulder repeatedly.

"Oh great now we have to worry about him sneaking out." Makio signed resting a hand on her hip.

"Come now, he still need more training to completely elude me." He laughed.

Makio lead him inside, leaving you standing there in your thoughts.

'(Open for your input.)'

"Well don't just stand there Mr. Ninja. Dinners ready." Makio said peeking around the corner with hinasturu and Suma snickering at the new nickname.

'That went better than expected.'

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[echoing-gravity]

Blind Earthshaker Au

I wanna see a series rewrite where everything is the same except Percy is blind but can see better than everyone around him and has Katara's ice bending and toph beifong's Seismic Vibration Senses.

Like his dad is called the earth SHAKER so I don't think he can bend the earth too well but Percy is like feeling and making tiny vibrations/Earthquakes with his feet to see. He's super weak to air based projectiles think arrows. Or like literally anything a wind spirit picks up and throws in his general direction.

(He will tap his foot like an angry rabbit when hes stressed or caught off guard. I'm thinking wind spirits since they don't touch the ground OR have any water inside their bodies)

He can also "see" like where all the water is around him in a certain distance. Like mentally he has a 3d map of where things are. He doesn't like going places where theirs not a lot of water/or gorund. he can like tell when people are nervous by the speed of their blood flow/ the rhythm of their hearts. And is super precise with his ice bending be cuz of it.

Maybe Sally dies early or something and like we've got like 7 year old blind Percy wandering the streets but like since he can see where all the monsters are with his vibration earthy senses he can avoid them really well. Like "oh huh that guy has Hoooves? Nope. Percy outta here. Noo thanks." Since the mist is mostly sight based, and stuff, I feel like Percy would have a HUGE advantage.

In cannon it's shown that Percy is like really clairvoyant, what with all his dreams and stuff. So in my au he knows about the big three pact, and is just bullshiting people into thinking he's related to Khione goddess of snow and ice. And desperately trying not to let into the fact that he's blind.

(Luke/or/annabeth/or/Leo/or/Rachel/or Whoever he ends up being best friends with figures it out eventually be cuz theyve been friends for so long.)

At some point he runs into an 11yr old Luke pre- Luke meeting Thalia&Annabeth. And then we have them having the dynamic of Percy being a manic feral little shit and Luke trying to be responsible and protect him but ends up being the one protected all the time. I think it'd be funny.

Or maybe he runs into 7 year old annabeth and they become badass -cant be beat- besties. Percy snipe murdering every spider in a quarter mile radius, after he finds out annabeth is afraid of them.

I'm more partial to the meets Luke one cuz then when Percy and annabeth go on their first quest we'd get this fucking glorious scene:

Annabeth: no don't look Percy! You'll die!

Unhinged feral blind Percy: hahaha bitch u thought!!! *He says as he uncaps riptide witch was hidden in his hand.*

Medusa: *gurgling noise be cuz there is now a sword in her neck.*

Or in book two:

Circe standing with Percy Infront of enchanted mirror: isn't there Something u wish u could change about ur appearance? Drink this magic smoothie!

Unhinged feral blind Percy: haha bitch YOU THOUGHT.

Circe is now being held at knife point. (Or.. smootie- icicle point?)

Or if a pissed off god flashes their true form.

Hera: how... how are you alive?!

*Percy with his head tilted/angled so it looks like he's looking at them.*

Percy: *sing-songy voice* I know something yoooouuu doooonnntt! :)

Or if he gets hit by cupids arrow.

Cupid: the next person u look at with direct eye contact you will fall helplessly in love with them.

unhinged feral blind Percy: HAHAHA BITCH GUESS WHAT!

I'm sure there's more areas in the books or just Greek mythos in general where being blind is actually an advantage, but I can't think of any off the top of my head.

Or oooor -this is the one that I see being most likely to happen- hear me out: he runs into LEO. Since Hera was using the mist like crazy to hide him, but Percy is unaffected/immune to the most because He. Can't. See. It.

They steal/hijack an RV to live in. That could be cool. Leo has trama based on like burning people, right? Percy in canon Swam in LAVA, boy is fire-fucking-PROOF!! Fire and ice friends!

('oh my gods, they were roommates' perleo shipping intensifies)

Leo probably: you're nickname shall be Snowflake. Becuz ice powers.

Leo mentally: "wow! this person is really pretty, and funny and is like me, AND THEIR FUCKING FIREPROOF?"

Leo mentally: lets get fucking married.

Or maybe Sally doesn't die and Percy's blindness is known. He goes to school and guess who volunteered to help read his paperwork to him. That's right our favorite eco-rights activist: Rachel Elizabeth Dare!

Since Percy is blind he doesn't? Have dyslexia? I'm not entirely sure about how to explain this one. But like he's blind. People read things for him. (so he isnt effected by having dyslexia, becuase someone else is reading things for him.) He'd have good grades. Percy is sooo fucking smart. But like no one remembers cuz annabeth is always putting him down with all that doubt in canon. "Seaweed Brain!" I hate that nickname. Fuck canon annabeth. U don't have to put others down to have confidence in yourself omfg.

someone who isnt me write it. this is a writing prompt go! fanfic writers gooo!

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[munsonsreputation]

Hii Kayy, congratulations on the 300 followers, again!!! It's amazing 😍😍

I was wondering if I can request the prompt “Don’t you dare give me those sex eyes right now! This is a serious situation, here!” with Eddie?? Thanks my friend. hope you have a wonderful day 😘

FRANCY THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH!!!!

i tried my best with this request and i hope i did it justice!!! i've been seeing those fan edits of eddie with glasses so i thought i would do something based off of that! let me know what you think and thank you again for this request and your endless support!!!!! 💫💘💋

Eddie rummaged through the bathroom medicine cabinet, sputtering obscenities when he couldn’t quite find what he was looking for, “Wayne!” 

His uncle shouted out a response, groaning when Eddie didn’t answer back, causing him to get up and see what was all the ruckus about, “What’s the matter?” 

Wayne leaned up against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, staring on at the mess cluttering the bathroom counter until choking on a laugh when his nephew turned to him. 

The black-rimmed glasses rested on the bridge of Eddie’s nose. Those glasses that he hadn’t seen his nephew wear in a while since he transitioned to wearing contacts on a daily basis. 

Eddie shook his head, watching as Wayne failed to stifle his laughed any longer, clutching a hand over his mouth and trying to apologize over his snickers, “Sorry…you just—Sorry! Sorry!” 

“This is not funny! I don’t have any more lenses and she’ll be here soon—I can’t go on a date like this.” Eddie complained as if wearing glasses were a crime to humanity. 

By now, Wayne had settled down, taking a breath to calm his laughter before nodding at Eddie understandingly. He knew of you, and that you and Eddie had started a relationship together. He also knew Eddie really liked you…spending all his free time talking off his own ears about how kind and special you were—so if this was such a big deal for Eddie because of you, Wayne guessed he could make him feel a bit better by fixing the situation. 

“I’ll head to Walgreens and pick up your new pack…forgot about it last week.” Wayne apologized. Holding his hands up, Eddie tsked his tongue in disbelief before nodding his head. 

“Fine, fine…thanks—just try to be quick. Please.” He pushed out of the bathroom and headed down the hallway to his before looking back at Wayne with a pleading face. 

Wayne did a better job this time around at stifling his laugh and nodded, even going to check at the time on his watch, “Ill try to be quick…in the meantime, clean up your room, don’t let that girl see your room in such a mess.” 

With that, Wayne headed to the coffee table, picking up his keys, and snorted as Eddie yelled out, “Yes, dad!” 

He headed straight to his bedroom, bending down to pick up the stray clothes littering the floors and immediately tossed them into his closet. Shutting the door to conceal, and he would just have to deal with it later. Eddie attempted to make his bed to the best of his ability, straightening up his comforter, fluffing up the pillows…not like any magic would happen between those sheets, but he just wanted to be sure. 

His desk was tidied, the papers in a neat stack and his pens wound together with a rubber band. All his records were back on the makeshift shelf and he even put on his favorite album to calm his nerves from seeing the clock tick and still no contacts in his eyes. 

“Eddie? It’s me!” Your voice came cheerfully from the entrance of his trailer where you waited patiently, knocking on the front door. 

Shit. He didn’t expect you here so soon. Your date wasn’t until 2, but he did suggest that you could swing by a little earlier to beat traffic and hang out for a while. But he just didn’t expect him to look like such a doofus. 

After a few moments of silence, you called out for him again, “Eddie? Are you in there? Your van is in the front.” 

He shut his eyes tightly, rubbing the sides of his head, and shouting out a reply, “Y-yeah! Umm sorry! I couldn’t hear you through my music.” 

Eddie scrambled, looking around his room for any hope until you called out again, “S’ok! Can I come in?”

He froze. Two options laid in front of him. He could let you in and face the look of horror on your face when you find out he’s been deceiving you for the glasses thing. Or he could let you in and try to avoid his eyes until Wayne got home. 

Without the glasses, he’d be blind, so it had to be the latter.

“Yeah! The door should be unlocked…my room is right down the hall!” 

He pulled out his desk chair, hunching over and pulling his unruly curls to hide his face, as he could hear your glee when you let yourself in and headed to his room. 

“Hey rockstar.” You approached, stepping into his bedroom with your hands held nervously behind your back. 

This was the first time you’d been to Eddie’s place and his room was literally his sanctuary as he described it. Many posters and elements that made him him. Your Eddie that you adored. 

“H-hey! Sorry, I’m just finishing up this campaign thing before we leave.” He spoke, grabbing a piece of paper from the stack and a pencil, still never looking your way. 

You nodded quietly, walking closer to him, resting a hand on his shoulder as you bent down for a kiss. Expecting it, you waited for him to turn towards you to plant his lips on yours, but he never did. Just continuing to scribble on the piece of paper in front of him. 

“Ummm, Eddie?” You furrowed your brows, tone filled with confusion as he only hummed and never turned your way. 

You straightened up, your hand dropping from his shoulder, “D-did I do something wrong? Why won’t you look at me?” 

A strained laugh came from him, followed by a “pshhh” only making you even more uneasy. As if he was trying to hide something from you. 

“Everything is cool, babe…just focused on this and I don’t want to lose my groove.” He reasoned. 

Looking closer at the paper, you saw it was the lunch menu, and he was drawing stupid shapes on it. 

He was lying. 

“This is the damn lunch menu!” You shrieked, swiping it off the desk only making him groan, forehead coming down to lay on his desk. 

You placed the menu down, take a step back from him, “Do you not want to see me anymore?” 

“What! No! No!” Eddie protested, head still up against the wood of the table where he rocked his forehead back and forth. 

“Then why won’t you look at me? You didn’t even greet me with a kiss like you usually do!”

You waited there, contemplating on leaving and almost doing so, until Eddie finally lifted his head from the desk, turning towards you with his eyes closed, then opening them. 

“Y-You wear—“ 

“Yes, I wear glasses alright…look this is embarrassing and yeah I was planning on telling you sooner or later, but I just don’t want you to think I look like a doofus or a loser because I really like you and—oh, umm, babe?” 

He was rambling, talking on and on about how ridiculous he looked, but the only thought flowing in your head was how ridiculously hot he looked. You found yourself in his lap, hands on both of his cheeks as he shut his lips tight and watched you carefully. 

“You’ve been hiding this away from me?” You murmured, eyes suddenly glazed with lust and your pupils blown wider than usual. 

He gulped, his own hands coming up to squeeze your waist, “W-well, yeah, but not on purpose…Wayne went to go pick up my new contact lenses so I can stop wearing these stupid—“ 

You pressed a finger to his lips, shutting him up, “Shhh, don’t call these stupid.” Your fingers trailed up to trace the rim of his glasses. 

“These are the sexiest things. Ever.” Your voice dripped with honey and his own eyes widened at the sudden confession, something he wasn’t expecting. 

“These turn you on?!” He asked comically, and you laughed, throwing your head back and nodding your head. 

“Of course they do! Why would you think it didn’t?” 

He shrugged his shoulders, ridiculously and his face twisted, “I don’t know maybe because I look like a goddamn nerd—“ 

“A hot nerd.” You gushed, biting your lip as he furrowed his brow and laughed, a little more easily and freely than before. 

“Oh, come on! Don’t you dare give me those sex eyes right now. This is a serious situation, here!” 

Your hands trailed to wrap around his neck, putting your forehead against his, “How long until your uncle gets back?” 

He knew where this was going. The dark glimmer and the softness in your higher pitched voice. It always got him going. 

“Umm..” He pulled one of his arms away from your waist and looked at the watch, groaning as you made the first move to plant kisses on his neck and throat, “A-about fifteen minutes…twenty if we’re lucky.” 

You smiled against his skin, kissing his adam’s apple before retracting, “Do you think we could have some fun? These glasses are really doing it for me.” 

He nodded frantically, connecting your lips with a sigh and standing up from his desk and walking towards the bed with ease. 

“Don’t ever take these things off.” You said breathlessly, once he placed you down on the end of the mattress with a soft thump. 

Eddie nodded, pushing his glasses back up that had slid down the bridge of his nose. A smile, almost a coy one, expressed on his face, while he backed up, shutting and locking his door. 

“Didn’t know my four eyes would get you going like this.” 

You giggled, never minding his joke and urging him towards you with a flick of your finger. 

“C’mon! Show me what you got, baby.” 

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[beardysuits]

Man of the House

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He’s such a fucking asshole…

I slammed the door behind me and threw my backpack to the ground, trying to still my breathing and not rage out. 

“Hey! What yourself slamming those god damn doors! I don’t see any checks coming from you to pay for them!” Dad shouted from down the hall. Yeah you barely pay for them you piece of shit. I walked over to my dresser mirror and examined my bruised eye. Rodney, the fucking ape, thought I was staring at his ass in the hall and decided to beat the hell out of me. I mean, I was, I can’t excuse my wandering eye. But an innocent peek is way more excusable than queer bashing. 

I could excuse it to some extent, he’s just some idiot jock. But my dad is who really pissed me off. I had tried to sneak past him to go to my room, but there he was, laying with his third beer on the couch (the other two empty bottles sitting on the floor) and catch me. Called me out for being beaten up for being a fag and told me I had to man up. 

“I’m scared of the day you become the man of your house,” he had said before scoffing. “Or should I say woman?” He laughed to himself before taking another drink of his backwash brew. I had stormed off and here we are. He’s such a prick, using me as a punching bag; both literally and figuratively. Never man enough, never tough enough, never amounting to even his lowest expectations. I was fucking man enough, I would show him. I’d love to walk right up to him and punch him in his smug fucking face. 

I was getting more and more worked up, my breathing escalating before I couldn’t control it anymore. I turned and stormed back out the door to confront him. Swinging open the door, I made my way back to the living room only to stop right in my tracks. He was of course still there, now on his fourth beer, but his hand was stuck in his pants. He looked over at me not surprised or angry, just amused. 

“Oh look who decided to come see his old man? Got another shiner you wanna show off?” He took his hand out of his pants and zipped up. 

“Don’t get turned on by what you just saw. Bad enough you’re queer as a two dollar bill, let alone wanting to fuck your old man.” My anger began to rise again as he sat up and stared at me, fiddling the beer between his fingers. He took another swig and tossed a hand in the air. 

“So you’re queer and mute? Least there’s some kind of improvement,” he said, getting up from the couch and walking past me. He shouldered me, pushing me to the side. 

“Fuck you,” I mumbled, my hands clenched, trembling as my knuckles turned white. I heard him stop shuffling. 

“Oh you got something to say?” He asked. “The only balls I thought you had would be in your mouth.” I spun on the spot, my arm raised and without aim. My knuckles made contact with his jaw and he slumped the ground, crashing as the beer he was holding bounced away. If it weren’t for the alcohol in his system, there’s no way I would have knocked him down. Immediately I began to panic. He was already rough enough with me just because he had a bad day at work, I couldn’t image what he was about to do. 

The only thing was, he wasn’t getting up. I stepped closer and kicked my foot at him. Leaning down, I crept my face closer to his, seeing if he was still breathing. A soft moan escaped from his lips and I could finally see the soft movement in his chest pressed against the floor, signaling a sign of life. Oh thank god…. Getting up, I pushed my foot against his leg, seeing if it would wake him. Nothing. He was out cold. Which… gave me an idea. A sick, but completely worth it idea. Dad wants to make fun of me for being some kind of queer? Let’s see how he likes it. 

I pushed my fingers down the back of his waistband and tugged slightly, gauging how much it would risk waking him. Pulling further, I managed to shimmy both his jeans and briefs down to his knees. His d*ck flopped under him, pressed against the cold wooden floor. God, you would hope for being such an asshole, it would be due to having a small d*ck, but of course he was packing a bull of a jock. He still wasn’t moving, so I fished my phone out of my pocket and took a few pictures of his ass. Which, was surprisingly bubbly for his age. I guess being a washed out high school jock turned construction worker did wonders to the glutes. Now if he gave me any more lip, I was going to share these online and humiliate him. I was about to put my phone away and pull the pants back up when a new idea tugged at my intrigue. Damn, was I really going to do this? I bit my lip, nervous but curious about the idea. 

My hand was shaking as I reached out to his ass. Using my thumb, I pushed one his cheeks to the side to reveal his hole. I snapped another photo and yanked my hand back as he grumbled. Okay, this was way too fucking risky…. But still, what if I went a little further? The coffee table was behind me, I angled my phone against it so you could see me only from my torso down, but his body was in full frame. I hit record and moved closer to him. Spreading open his ass with one hand, I took my index finger and trembled as it approached his hole. 

I brushed the tip of my finger against it, it was oddly smooth and puckered out at me upon contact. He made no noise at all as I did so. I was fueled by intrigue, lust, and stupidity as my finger approached it once more. I prolonged the contact this time, pushing so gently, but assuredly. I was able to penetrate to which I could have sworn I heard the soft sound of air escape his chest. Pushing further, I was able to get to my first knuckle, without so much as a peep from him. It was warm and so tight, his hole wrapped around my finger perfectly, like it was practically begging for more. I obliged and pushed more in until I reached the end of my finger, the tip of which brushed against a lump I could only assume was his prostate. Pulling my finger out, I was relieved to see it come out clean. 

Spitting onto it and my middle fingers, I lathered them up and sat them one on top of the other. I had completely disassociated and went into autopilot. Dad’s hole was begging for me to feed it. I pushed both fingers within ease, perhaps even easier than the first time. I worked them back and forth, pushing against his prostate each time I did so. I saw his pole twitch and begin to slither out as it grew in size. Sweat began to trickle down my back as I worked his hole, stretching him wider and wider. I pull my shirt off, getting way too hot to keep it on. Three fingers, let’s see if he can take three. My ring finger wiggled its way inside, pushing the other two aside to be embraced by the warmth of his entrails. My own pole had begun to press against my pants, begging to be freed from its prison and embrace the moment. With my free hand, I yanked them off, my foot getting caught in the cuff. I was able to free myself and soon I found myself naked in my living room, still finger fucking my deadbeat dad.

Four, no, five. Let’s fucking see if he can take a whole god damn hand! My pinky and thumb didn’t hesitate to stretch him wider. It was odd, almost magical the way he just opened up to me. In only a few minutes, I was able to get all fingers inside with little hesitation from him. His hole was sucking me in, slobbering as it wanted to eat more of me. It was only once my entire hand was inside that I realized that may be meant literally. I could almost feel sucked closer to him. How the fuck was he not waking up?

I looked up to see the back of his head poked out from his wife beater. Fuck, what was I doing? I pulled my hand back, snapping to the reality of the situation. But, it wouldn’t budge! In fact, the very act of trying to free myself only led to me being pulled further in, I was halfway to my elbow! I grabbed my arm with my free hand tried to pull back, but it was no use, I kept going further and further in. I wormed a couple fingers from my right hand to try and stretch him enough to pull myself out, but those got sucked in too! It had managed to encapsulate my free fingers and was taking the rest of the hand with it! I planted my bare feet to the ground and yank, only to lose my footing and fall face forward, up to my elbows inside of him. 

His hole was stretched, but refused to break. I flexed my fingers and could see the back of my hands press from inside of him against his back. It was like they were in a suit of him. 

“Dad! Dad wake up! Help me!” I pleaded, finally more afraid of what was happening to me instead of him finding himself like this. But what was I kidding? If having a full grown human halfway inside of him didn’t wake him up, what good would yelling do? The pull was becoming stronger and sucking me in faster. I was up to my shoulders now and knew what would happen next. But without my arms, I had no balance at all. I kicked my feet and tried to find anything to grip my legs on to, but I was being pulled away too quickly to do anything about it. 

My forehead was pressing against the edge of his ass. I tried to pull my head away, but it was no use. I felt my hair break through as I was pulled in. My chin brushed against his now fully erect manhood as it pulsed with each pull from him. The last thing I saw before being sucked up was his taint as it was stretched nearly to its limit. It was dark in here, the sound of his heartbeat echoed and pounded against my ears. I could feel the cool air still outside from my torso and legs, but all I could focus on was the feeling of being inside of him. I finally had control of my arms again though, but it did little to help my situation. I tried to claw my way out, but it made me almost shoot forward. I felt a lurch as the rest of my body down to my waist was pushed inside. 

It was oddly comfortable in here, like being wrapped in a skin tight blanket. But man that beating was driving me crazy! Fuck it, there’s no way out of this. Maybe… if I went out the other way…? I pushed myself further, feeling my own piece slide inside. Damn… that actually felt really good. Inside of here, it was like it was enclosed in a warm, silky sheath. The body began to feel more enclosed as my thighs were enclosed, but I could feel the hole fighting up again as less and less of me was left to take in. I began to feel somewhat claustrophobic and I fought to get some form of air. Spreading my arms out, I could feel the sides of his body and moved them up until I found two holes. 

Pushing my arms out, they began to slide into new homes, sliding down the caverns until they were met with… were those his fingers? I wiggled my fingers until I could feel them slither into place like his hands were gloves of flesh. I could feel his hole tightening as the last bits of my feet were pushed inside. There was a small pop when the last of my toes made it in. I instinctively kicked my legs around until they found slots of their own to go down. I shimmied them down until I found what I was certain were his feet. It took some wriggling, but soon enough my toes found their way into his. I wiggled them and felt the cool flooring beneath me. It was still pitch black, but I had gotten a sense of what was happening, and there was only one step left. I pushed my head up and felt a strong tight grip around myself. Like… that of his neck pressed against me. I began to struggle to breathe and pushed harder, as if I was trying to break the surface of water while drowning. I felt a snap and my head hit an elastic ceiling. 

My eyes shot open and I gasped for air, catching my breath while taking in my surroundings. I was level to the ground, my vision parallel to the dirty wooden floors of my living room. I looked around and twitched my fingers, feeling them move freely and rapped against the wood. I pushed myself up, noticing the wife beater adorning my chest and… FUCK! I looked down to see a massive boner perched in front of me, thick and glistening with precut. Dad’s… I guess… MY jeans were still hugging my knees and trailing under me. I turned around saw nothing but the sheen of pre and saliva adorning the wooden floor. 

“Holy f*ck…” I said before slapping a hand against my mouth. That was dad’s voice! This… I rubbed my fingers across my chin. This was dad’s beard! Were my suspicions true? I stood up, my new legs wobbling as I adjusted to my new weight. I must have packed on a good fifty pounds and beer gut. 

I found walking too difficult, so I pulled my new briefs up and snapped the band around my waist, my c**k still soaking them. Kicking off my jeans I stumbled to the bathroom and forced open the door. I snapped on the light and looked in the mirror to see my father, his face adorned with shock and awe, a look I had never seen from him. Leaning against the countertop I peered closer, taking it all in. I was him alright, though I could see it was actually my blue eyes and not his brown ones. Aside from that, I was the spitting image of my piece of shit father. Holy shit… I was him! I could feel my c**k twitch against the briefs even more at the idea of impersonating him. 

I almost even reached in and began to pump it but felt like that had to be wrong, right? Maybe I could try force myself out. And then… well I don’t know what. I had no idea what to even do. Did I just lose my own life and become him permanently? Did I lose half my life to just be some old asshole who beats his son. Or, used to? Maybe this was my way of escaping. I had no money, no prospects and at least another year before I could graduate and get myself out of his deadbeat town. What if this was my way out of here and starting fresh? I smiled in the mirror to myself, becoming more okay with this new situation by the minute. 

Okay dad, looks like we’re going to be doing things a little differently around here! Starting it looks like with my new friend… I pulled the band of my underwear down and marveled at my new c**k. I swung my hips and felt it thrust wildly. Lifting my top up, I let it come up and slap me against my new hair stomach, which rippled upon my d*ck’s impact. Oh this was going to be fun. Dad gave off serious top energy and I was going to use that to my advantage… Or maybe I should have somebody show me how it’s done first…? I ran the living room, finally adjusted to my new weight as if I had accrued it myself over the years. I found my phone to see it was still recording. Damn, I’m going to have to watch that crazy video back soon. 

I turned off the recording and repositioned the phone so I could start posing. I did some of the typical poses I had seen guys do online: gripping at my new bulge and winking, lifting both arms up and licking at my pits (damn he really fucking reeked after a day at work!), sticking a tongue out and rolling my finger back, acquisitioning my boy to come here. I even decided to be a little playful and found a random book from school, flipping it to a random page and pretending to read as I spread my legs wide. 

I wanted to save it for whoever I had over here first, but I couldn’t help it. I decided I should record one more photo before publishing myself online. I set up the phone to record ones more and pulled down my briefs. I spit into my hand and lathered up my c**k, sliding my hand up and down the pole, feeling the ecstasy build as I watched my stolen body move under my whim. I kicked a leg up on the sofa and stretch my ass open, exposing my new hole to the lens. Fiddling a finger around, I slid into myself and penetrated. Daaaaamn, so this is what I had done to him? He should be thanking me! This was amazing. I let out a deep growl as I pushed my finger in and pushed against my prostate. A shockwave of pleasure rocketed through me as rubbed the palm of my hand against the head. I slid a second finger in and fucked myself, picking up the pace and dreaming of the first guy who would pump his load inside of me. The thought alone, mixed with the image of my homophobic father getting off to himself sent me over the edge. 

“Fuck, I’m cumming…” I moaned in my dad’s voice, my eyes desperately pleading for release. I looked myself square in the face as I felt the pressure build from my balls and finally pump itself out. FUCK! The streams of c*m rocketed out and sprayed themselves across my black tank, one even finding its way into my new beard. I forced as much c*m as possible out before I ran dry and was breathing as if I had just run a marathon. I looked at the phone, still recording as my father sat upon the sofa, two fingers inside of him and c*m splayed across his chest. I removed my fingers, wincing as my hole had tightened around them. Once they were removed, I sucked on my fingers, letting the little bits of c*m on them trickle down my throat. 

“Mmmm…” I moaned, before winking and turning off the recording. Damn, if that performance wouldn’t get me laid, I had no idea what would!

After I was done, I chose the best photos to accompany my little home movie and made my very own Grindr profile. I was a new daddy in the area looking for somebody big and strong to show me how to take a new man. Which, shouldn’t be too hard for this body. It took an entire human, how bad could one d*ck be? I finally snapped one final photo, a cute little selfie to hopefully draw in some cuties. 

It wasn’t long before I had myself set up and messaged any guy who piqued my interest - and there were a ton of them! Man, I hope I’m not out of this for quite some time! 

——————————————————————————————————

It has been about three months now, I still have no idea how to get out of dad and honestly, that’s fine. Turns out being a construction worker daddy and being a little bottom slut was exactly what every guy in this town needed. Sure, I had topped a few times too, but this body was obviously meant to take rod. The first time as with this guy named Ryder. I was terrified, but man, when I felt his slide into my the first time, I almost came instantly. He was so fucking impressed with how well I took him and he became a regular at the household. He amongst others, found out that my old man was a huge slut and would take load after load from men with no names. 

 However, I made sure to gather as much evidence as my escapades as I could, just in case. I would video and photograph myself with any guy who gave me permission to do so. If dad somehow found a way to get rid of me, I had a whole archive to use against him. I wasn’t too worried about it though, I was perfectly happy with my new life. 

#male bodypossession #dad takeover #male takeover #possesion #body possession #father and son

[hoaxriot]

Reader and JJ are in a relationship despite her father telling her to stay away from him. One day she gets a call from Sarah or Kiara that he’s in the hospital- his dad beat him within an inch of his life. Luckily her dad is somewhere on the mainland for the next two weeks so she can sneak out. She doesn’t leave his bedside for anything but using the bathroom until he can leave the hospital. Maybe he’s in surgery when she gets there, and/or has to have emergency surgery, maybe his heart stops a few times from like internal bleeding or something.

HOSTAGE

pairings. jj maybank x fem!reader

synopsis. you were forbidden to see jj by your dad when he gets hurt, it doesn’t matter— you’re there.

you loved your life on kildare island, except for the fact your own father keeps you away from the one you love. you’ll always remember the night after jj took you out and brought you home, all smiley as you hopped off his bike but little did you know your dad watched you kiss him goodbye.

as soon as you walked in the door he yelled at you, for you not to see jj anymore. kooks can’t be with pouges.

jj just took you on the most beautiful date, you couldn’t help but smile all the way up to your house. yes, jj was a pouge and you were a kook but that didn’t stop you two from falling for each other. you had always hated the stupid rule and he might’ve not till you caught his eye.

walking in your house usually expecting your dad to be fast asleep in his bed but not tonight, he was standing right in front of you looking down at you with disgust.

“what the hell are you doing?” questioning you with a sneer, you shrunk under his look as he waited for an answer.

“nothing, i was just out with sar—“ he cut you off as he slammed his hand against the front door causing to flinch.

“i saw you with jj maybank! that flilth of a pouge. kissing him! you will not being do that ever again. do you hear me?” he backs away from you turning his back towards you but when you do not answer he turns back around.

“no i do not! i do not hear you, why? there is no good reason not to see him.” you slightly raise your voice making his eyebrows raise, a laugh rumbles out of his mouth.

“you’re reputation on this island.”

“yours! i do not care about my fucking reputation, dad. if it meant every kook hating me just because i love him, i don’t care!” you yelled at him as you threw your arms out to make a point, but he did not care.

“goddamnit, go to your room. you’re grounded until i figure out what to do with you.” he rubbed his fingers against his forehead, you scoffed shaking your head bitterly before making your way up the stairs.

that was a week ago, now he was out on the mainland doing whatever he usually does and you were stuck in your room. luckily, he let you keep your phone so you could still text jj and your friends.

the pouges were a little slow at letting you in but it was easy when they saw you and jj together, but at the moment none of them were texting you so you were scrolling through instagram bored.

until sarah’s contact picture popped up on your screen, you immediately clicked answer and put the phone up to your ear.

“sar?” you heard commotion in the back on the other side of the phone and her sniffles making you worried, first no one’s talked to you all day and now this.

“hey, um.. jj’s— shit. jj is in the hospital,” she gasped lightly trying to gather herself, “an accident with his bike. it’s so bad, you need to come.” she walks back in forth in the waiting room as the pouges sitting down stressing out about their friend.

you gasped as you heard the words coming out of your best friends mouth before telling her your on the way.

it didn’t take you long as you had a car, walking really fast into the hospital to see sarah’s face stained with tears and her face was puffy. she immediately threw her arms around you, your face was straight you couldn’t cry for some reason— probably shock but you didn’t know.

“he just got out of surgery, i’m sorry i didn’t call right away. i jus—“ you pulled away grabbing her face assuring her it was okay.

a doctor called out jj’s name, everyone stood up as you and sarah turned around.

“he’s out of surgery, he’s heart stopped once but we got him stable and finished. he’s intubated right now considering how bad he is. does he have any family?” the doctor tells you, you finally feel the emotions and cover your mouth. sarah grabs your free hand and squeezes it comforting you.

“we’re all he has.” john b answers, you look towards all the others to see tears falling down their cheeks. pope looks like he’s been pulling at his hair in stress and crying a lot, kiara’s face has continuous tears falling down silently. john b looks a mess, his shirt looks like he’s been pulling at it and his eyes are bloodshot.

“i would offer for you all to go at once but he’s bad, one at time is what would be best.” she offers a kind smile at all of you, everyone turns to you but you shake your head.

“you guys should go first, your his true family.” you also wouldn’t admit this but you can’t see him just yet. everyone agrees understanding you.

“okay, but first. he will not be awake, we have mended his cuts but they will be there— it might be hard to see him with everything. he won’t be able to respond but we always think that it’s best to speak positively because he can hear you.” she says before asking who is going to go.

as everyone goes in turns you sit on the bench outside, looking down at the ring laying on your pointer finger. it was one of his that he gave you since you always played with it on his finger.

you didn’t know how long you sat there looking at it but soon enough sarah was out there telling you it was your turn.

you don’t really remember how long you sat talking to jj as he laid completely still, clinging onto his hand without anything back from him— but you did.

you were there everyday, not getting up unless it was for the bathroom or when visiting hours were over and as soon as they were open again you were there. the nurses knew your name, his doctor knew your name and they all treated you so well.

it was mid day and the night before you hadn’t got much sleep so you were sleeping against his hand as you held it.

until you felt a tight squeeze on your hand and heavy choking from above you, not sleeping heavily you snapped your head up to see him eyes widen up choking on the tube.

“oh- oh my god. jj! hold on!” you got up and yelled for the nurses as many came running in, not bothering to tell you to go outside as they helped jj. he continued to cough once they pulled it out struggling against his own self.

his bodied was still covered in cuts and bruises bur you couldn’t care less once his eyes met yours, he saw the tears flow out of your eyes as you tried to keep down a sob. you couldn’t run and hold him yet as the doctors came in and told him everything.

but once they did you he held on tightly to you ignoring the pain in his chest, maybe it’s the fact he just woke up after a week and it hurt to breath or the fact he saw you and his heart hurt seeing you in pain.

but he was awake and here in your arms and you couldn’t ever let go of him again.

#jj maybank #outer banks #jj maybank x kook!reader #jj maybank x you #sarah cameron #jj maybank x oc #outer banks jj

[satorusnovia]

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥

Chapter 2: Kissing Scars

Word count: 4.2k

*2 years ago*

During class you couldn't stop stealing glances of Satoru when he didn't notice as he spoke to his friends. One friend was a guy that had black hair tied into a man bun with almond shaped raven eyes and the other was a girl that had short brunette hair with eye bags.

Deep down you hoped Satoru would approach you, but you didn't want to admit it to yourself.

Was he ignoring you? Was he pretending like nothing happened? Did he plan on ever talking to you after the night you two shared?

Millions of thoughts flooded your mind that you didn't even notice the albino standing in front of you.

"Hey, pretty girl." He spoke, ripping you from your thought process.

"Oh, hi." You replied.

Wait, did he just call me ‘pretty girl’ ?

Satoru furrowed his brows in confusion and slight worry. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" You ask, putting on a slight fake smile and he could tell, but chose not to mention it.

"Nothing. You just seemed out of it." He replied with a lollipop between his lips.

"Your concealer looks good." You whisper for only him to hear with a smile on your face.

He returns the smile. "Thank you." He whispers back. "Anyway, when do you wanna finish our project?"

...

1 month passed and you found yourself around Satoru a lot more.

You two were currently on the swings at an empty park since no one would want to be out here in this weather, but you and Satoru brought the proper clothes to keep you warm. You two just wanted to be somewhere alone together.

"Your skin is healing." You say.

Satoru stopped wearing concealer because his bruises became more faint.

"Yeah." He says. It looks like he's trying to say something, the way he avoids eye contact and bites his bottom lip.

He tilts his head back, closes his eyes, and lets out a deep sigh. Vapor escapes his lips from the chilly weather and he finally turns to you.

"My father..." Satoru pauses for a moment. Whatever it was, you could tell this was very hard for him to say, so you show him he has your full attention by shifting your body towards him and your eyes glued to his. "he did this to me." He finally says.

You're quiet and let him continue. "He runs a business of a huge company, which means he's out on business trips a lot, but on the rare days he's home..." Satoru breaks eye contact and looks into the distance. "My mother suffers from depression and my father has anger issues, so he tends to get mad at her very easily because of her mental illness. He views her as a lazy, good-for-nothing. I'm the only one who takes her illness seriously. I have to look after her to make sure she takes her antidepressant medication because she won't take it if I don't tell her. She finds it useless. When I see my father screaming at her and hurting her my blood boils and I can't help but jump in and defend her, so his solution is beating the shit out of me, I guess. I don't hit him back because he's my father...I could never do that to him." Satoru's voice was suffocated by agony as he stared at a tiring swing gently moving side to side from the wind. "I'd rather have him hurt me than my mother. She used to be so loving and happy. Everyone always teased me because I was a 'momma's boy'. She was the best mother a kid could ask for, but the greater my dad's anger issues grew, the further she fell into that state."

You didn't say anything. Instead you got up from your swing and stood in front of him. You opened your arms as the albino looked up at you. A gentle, sad smile rested on your lips and Satoru immediately stood up and clung to you. He didn't cry, or say anything, but you could tell by the tone in his voice and everything you just heard that he needed a hug more than anything right now. It's the least you could do for him. You wrapped your arm around him with one hand while the other went to run your fingers through his silky hair.

A sigh of relief escapes Satoru's lips as he melts into your embrace.

You two slowly sat on the floor, still embracing one another as you finally wrapped both your arms around him. You heard small, muffled sobs against the crook of your neck, where he nuzzled his head and you let him cry it out.

It was odd for you to see such a vulnerable man, but you didn't judge him and that's exactly why he decided to tell you the truth behind his scars.

Once you two finally let go, Satoru had puffy eyes along with a rudolph nose. You cup his face and kiss his faded bruise on his cheek. The albino was confused at first until you also kissed the bruise on his temple, the one above his eyebrow, and finally the one underneath his lips.

You kissed all his scars.

When you pulled away, you saw the way his eyes widened and pupils expanded. Love swarmed the skies in his eyes.

His hands cupped your cheeks, and gave you the warmest kiss you've ever had, despite the cold weather surrounding you two.

His lips were warm and plump against your lips. You could feel the love radiating off his kiss. You can sense the passion that was trying not to burst in his heart. The was a kiss full of devotion, adoration and most importantly, love.

You were falling head over heels for this boy and you sure as hell weren't gonna stop.

...

You've already met Satoru's friends and you found out their names were Suguru Geto and Ieiri Shoko. Their personalities were unique, but you could tell they deeply cared about Satoru, which you were grateful for considering his own parents couldn't do that.

They slowly became your friends as well. You especially got close to Ieiri. You two were a lot alike.

It's been a couple months since Satoru told you the truth behind his scars. You guys were particularly inseparable after that experience. He walked you to all your classes even if that meant he would be late to his own. You scolded him when you found out he's been late to them just for your sake. You two hung out after school almost every day just to be around each other's presence. Often times his friends tagged along, but on the days they didn't, you two flirted a lot. Even when they did hang out with you two, you guys would still flirt, but both of you would have to hold back on certain comments to each other.

Satoru would often times give you a quick peck when you have to go your separate ways or in the heat of the moment. He would also hold your hand when you two were walking somewhere and gave very tight hugs when he would greet you. It was nice, but weird at the same time because he never officially asked you out. You told yourself to be patient and that he would eventually ask you out, but it's already been months.

You were hanging off the edge of Ieri's bed, your head nearly touching the floor as you were lost in thought.

"Don't you think it's weird Satoru hasn't asked me out yet?" You asked Ieiri who was sitting next to her open window with a cigarette between her fingers as she blew smoke outside.

She turns to you and sees your upside down figure and chuckles, but that chuckle awkwardly fades. "Yeah, it is kinda weird, isn't it?" She responds and faces the window once again, making your eyebrows furrow.

"There's definitely something you're not telling me." You get up from your upside down position and sit cross cross, facing Ieiri and giving her your full attention.

Ieiri blows out the last of her cigarette and flicks it outside. "With everything that happened between Satoru's parents, he's never really seen a healthy version of love. Even before his mom became depressed, his parents argued a lot." She says and finally rips her eyes away from the window to meet your eyes. "Because of that, commitment is not only a huge thing for him, but it scares him. He's scared his relationship will end up like theirs. I mean, he's never been in a relationship and we all know his looks could kill. Every girl who has asked him out has been turned down and that's a lot of fucking girls."

You stare at the floor, finally being able to connect the dots. You felt bad you didn't realize before, but you're also confused. If he never talks to any other girl other than Ieiri, then why did he decide to talk to you?

"Don't beat yourself up about it. I'm sure he'll ask you out sooner or later and if he doesn't, pop the question." Ieiri says, making you look up at her confused.

"What question?"

"The question everyone is scared to ask." She says with a small smirk. "'What are we?'"

Your heart drops just by those words alone. It's so scary to ask that kind of thing, but what other choice will you have if he doesn't ask you to be his girlfriend? What will you guys actually be?

"Tell him you're looking for a serious relationship and that you don't like to fool around and if he says he can't give you that, then he missed out."

Ieiri was right. "Okay, if he doesn't say anything by the end of this week, I'll ask him."

Satoru's pov

"Dude, when are you gonna ask out y/n?" Suguru asked his white haired friend as they played video games.

"Huh?" Satoru doesn't hear Suguru because he's way too concentrated on the game. Suguru sighs in annoyance and purposefully kills Satoru. "Damnit!" The albino looks at his raven haired friend. "We're teammates, why did you kill me?"

"I asked you a question." Satoru looks confused and it only shows he wasn't paying attention. "When are you gonna ask out y/n?" Suguru repeats.

He saw the wave of anxiety that flew past his white haired friend when he said that.

The albino breaks eye contact and stares at the TV that says 'GAME OVER' in bold red text. "Why does that matter right now?"

"Because she's my friend and if I didn't know any better, it kind of looks like you're leading her on."

These words make Satoru turn to Suguru with wide eyes. "Are you insane? Why would I ever do that to her?"

His voice is full of defense. Suguru keeps his expression neutral. "You act like a couple with her, but don't even have the balls to ask her out?"

Satoru's expression twists in slight anger. "You know why."

"I do." His friend responds. "But is that really how you want to live your life? Never experiencing love or an actual relationship because of your parents? That sounds depressing to me."

Satoru looks at the ground with a small frown. "I know, I'm just scared. I've never felt this way about someone." Satoru rests his elbows on his knees, holding his face in his hands. "I think I’m in love with her…I don't know what to do."

Suguru can see frustration building up in Satoru.

Satoru feels a hand on his shoulder. "You’re definitely in love with her. Go for it." He hears his voice say. "Y/n is one of the sweetest and most understanding people I know. She definitely won't break your heart and if anything, she'll show you what real love feels like if you give her that chance."

...

It was a Friday night and Satoru picked you up late at night for some odd reason. He told you he had a surprise. Of course you had to sneak out because your parents would never let you out this late.

You decided to go in your pj's which was normally a baggy shirt and sweatpants. You didn't care to put on any makeup because he told you last minute.

You snuck out through your window and it reminds you of the time Satoru snuck out of your house. You laugh at yourself that you didn't even remember you could sneak him through your window and instead you went through all that trouble of sneaking him to the front door.

You walk to the sidewalk and find Satoru's car. Satoru gets out of the car and walks to the passenger side to open the door for you. He always did that for you. You noticed he didn't wear his glasses this time.

You give him a peck on the cheek, making him smile and step inside the car. He closes the door and walks back to the drivers side and shuts the door.

"You look so pretty." He says as he puts on his seatbelt.

You're a bit shocked from his sudden compliment. Like you mentioned earlier, you dressed like a homeless person and didn't have any makeup on. It was completely different from your everyday makeup and new outfits accessorized with jewelry, but you took his compliment anyway. "Thank you."

You woke up to Satoru shaking your shoulder, telling you to wake up.

"Five more minutes." You unconsciously say and brush his hand off you. You hear Satoru chuckle and it reminds you that you're not in your bed.

You blink away your tiredness and look at him with hazy eyes, making him laugh even more.

"You're so cute." He leans down and kisses your cheek.

You look at him and rolled your eyes, trying to hide your smile, but you couldn't hide it from Satoru. He notices all the small expressions on your face every time.

You look at the window. "Where are we?"

There's nothing but trees and fields surrounding you. Not a single person around nor a building. If it was anyone but Satoru you would have assumed they brought you here to murder you.

"You'll see. Just stay here." Satoru gets out of the car and opens the trunk. When he gets what he needs, you see folded blanket in his hands. You watch him from the window as he spreads the blanket in the grass. While he does this you check your phone and it was 3am. It took you 3 hours to get here. What could he possibly have planned to make this trip worth 3 hours.

Once Satoru is done, he goes to your door and opens it for you with a bright smile on his face.

"What are you doing?" You raise a brow at him.

"Get out and you'll see."

He keeps saying that, 'you'll see'.

He takes your hand as you step out of his car. It's only one more week till summer break so the weather is fresh and warm. It smells just like summer midnight.

You look at the blanket spread on the grass and you still can't help, but be confused.

He took you out in the middle of nowhere at midnight just to lay on a blanket? You sit down anyways and Satoru sits right beside you.

He lays down and you turn and look at him. He can see your confused face. He pats the space beside him without saying a word.

You sigh in defeat and lay next to him. When your eyes make contact with the sky, you feel all the air tucked inside your lungs, suddenly disappear for a second. Your heart feels fuzzy and your mouth falls open in awe.

Stars.

So many stars.

As a girl who was raised in the city, you rarely saw them and from the conversations you've had with Satoru, he could tell you've never been outside of Tokyo, Japan.

He looks at you, satisfied with your reaction. He was right.

The two of you laid there in silence for what felt like an eternity. All you could think about was the sight in front of you. So many stars all at once.

"They're so beautiful." You finally say.

"Not as beautiful as you." Satoru whispers.

"What?" You ask even though you heard him crystal clear. You just couldn't believe you heard that correctly.

"Face it y/n. Even the stars get jealous of the way you outshine them."

You look at him to see his eyes are already on you. His lips pulled into a smirk when he saw pink tint creep onto your cheeks.

It's crazy you thought the exact same thing about his eyes.

"Stop saying crazy things." You whisper and look away due to your flustered face.

"But you make me crazy."

You don't respond and instead just sigh.

You're the one making me crazy, Satoru.

Your parents always told you young people never knew a thing about love when they would catch you watching movies or reading books about teenage romance. They called it stupid and unrealistic.

You never listened to them because they weren’t even in love with each other. They were stuck in a loveless marriage, so who were they to assume?

Often times you would question if teenage love actually exists like it does in movies and romance novels. You almost gave up hope until Satoru stepped into your life.

Silence fills the air yet again. You're looking at the stars, but Satoru is looking at you.

He truly believed you shine brighter than any star. Nothing was better to him than the sight of you.

He finds a very small ounce of strength within him to rip his eyes off you and onto the sky before you notice him staring.

"Look y/n, a shooting star." He points at the sky. "Did you wish?"

You sigh in disappointment. "Ugh, I didn't have time."

"And there is something you wish for?"

"Yes." You say quietly.

"What did you wish?" He asks.

"I was wishing that we were two people who would never need to say goodbye."

This makes Satoru's eyes widen. He looks at you, but your expression is neutral. "Why would you wish for that?"

"Because I never want there to come a time where we have to say 'goodbye'." You respond with full honesty and finally decide to face him.

His eyes were still wide. The reflection of the moonlight along with the stars made his eyes twinkle in the night.

"Is that weird to wish—"

Satoru cut you off by his lips crashing onto yours. He was on top of you faster than you could even blink.

You wrapped your arms around his neck. As his hands touched every part of you.

His kiss was full off longing.

Soon that kiss turned into a make out as his tongue invaded your mouth. He tugged at your shirt, signaling you to take it off. You held your arms up as he swiftly took off the piece of clothing.

His hand landed on the hook of your bra as his eyes met yours, asking for consent and you gently nodded. He didn't waste another second and unclasped your bra. His hands went to play with your breasts, earning you to moan his name as you grind against him.

He swore he was gonna come if you keep moaning his name like that. Soon enough he took off your sweats and you did the honors of taking off his shirt.

You continued to grind against him and he couldn't fucking take it anymore. He had to be inside you or he'd loose his damn mind.

"Can I?" He asked with two fingers hooked around your panties, but the look in his eyes were practically begging.

"Yes." You respond softly.

Satoru was about to proceed, but he suddenly stopped, making you hesitant. Did he change his mind?

"Shit, there's something I wanted to ask you first. It's the whole reason I took you here. I should've asked sooner but..." he paused for a moment, making your stomach turn with worry.

Was this question so important that he has to put a pause button on you two fucking?

"Fuck it. Can I be your boyfriend?" He looks at you with his face more flustered than it already was from your make out.

You try to hold in your laugh, but it's no use. You laugh right in his face, making him embarrassed.

You weren't laughing at him, but the whole situation. The fact that this man was on top of you, about to enter you and he blurted a question like that. Who says 'can I be your boyfriend'? You found it so cute he phrased it like that. It was definitely his first time asking out a girl.

"I'm sorry." You apologize, wiping a tear from the corner of your eyes due to your intense laughter. "Of course you can be my boyfriend. God damnit, Satoru."

You can feel the heat of embarrassment radiating off of him. He crashes his lips onto yours to try and hide his embarrassment, but he couldn't hide something like that from you and before you knew it you two were fucking till sunrise.

...

The doors were finally open to Summer break. You spent almost every hour of the day together with Satoru. I mean it was teenage love after all. You, Satoru, Ieiri, and Suguru did many things over the break.

Of course you two also had days you didn't see each other, but when you didn't it, it felt like torture. Like I said, teenage love.

You were currently getting ready for your aunts wedding. Satoru was about to pick you up and your parents were already on their way to the wedding. You decided to go with your boyfriend since it would be the perfect opportunity for him to meet your parents and the rest of your family.

You couldn't meet his mom because of the state she was in. Satoru said meeting new people gave her lots of anxiety, but he did say you could eventually meet her, with time. You didn't even care about meeting his asshole of a father, but you knew you'd have to eventually. The only reason you haven't yet is because Satoru's dad has been on a business trip since the beginning of Summer break and it was already August.

Toru<3

Y/n: Where are you?

Right when you sent that message, you heard a knock at your door. You hurried to the door and when you opened it, your eyes are met with blue eyes pooling of warm liquid with a bruised face.

Your heart feels as though someone tore it directly from your chest and ripped it apart right in front of you.

How could someone do this to their own child. Who in their own fucked up mind would even think about doing such a thing?

Satoru looks down ashamed and wipes his eyes. "He...did this right when I was on my way out. I didn't want to stand you up, so..."

His father must've recently arrived back home.

Your first instinct was to hug him. "You don't have to explain yourself, Toru."

After you finally let go he saw tears in your eyes that waved white flags as they ran down your cheeks. He handed you the flowers you didn't even realize he was holding because you were too preoccupied about his well-being.Of course he bought your favorite.

You silently accept the flowers and when you do, he uses his free hands to wipe the tears running down your cheeks. "It's okay." He says.

It's not.

Nothing about this is okay, but you don't feel like saying anything. You bring him inside and shut the door. You grab his hand and take him to your bathroom where you kept your first aid kit.

You sat Satoru on your toilet seat as you pressed a cotton pad with alcohol one of his bruises, making him wince. "You didn't have to come. I would've understood." You say, breaking the silence.

"But I really want to meet your family."

The words that escaped his mouth make your heart throb.

What am I going to do with you, Satoru?

"You're lucky there aren't any open wounds because then we wouldn't be able to conceal it." You say. "Speaking of which, did you bring it?"

Satoru pulls out his concealer from his pocket. You conceal his face and make sure you don't miss any places.

"As good as new." You put on a fake smile, but you knew he could see it was fake. The two of you were transparent to one another.

"I'm fine now, I promise. No need to be worried." He says as though he could read your mind.

It pisses you off even more when he says shit like that. 'It's fine', 'it's not that big of a deal', 'no need to worry', and yada yada.

He could read your displeased expression, so he decides to change the subject. "Did I mention how beautiful you look? I mean you always do, but I wanna keep you all to myself when you're all dolled up like this."

You can see what he's doing, but go along with it anyway.

You roll your eyes. "Too bad."

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Ok babes here’s another if you want it 🤭

So like season 1 Rafe at midsummers. Y/n broke up with him the night before and he didn’t take it well. Like he still refuses to accept the fact that you broke up with him and He’s been trying to contact her all day and night and has been trying to hunt her down. But then he finally sees her at midsummers. He’s already getting a little drunk and he’s not afraid to make a fool of himself. Maybe he sees her and JJ talk for like a SPLIT second and that tips him over the edge. He beats the shit out of JJ, (not infront of Y/n obviously). Then he drags y/n off in private, and uses his master manipulator skills to win y/n back. He can always cry and play his “ daddy don’t love me card” to get to her back.

Take me back R.C.

Warnings: manipulation, fighting

A/n: I hope I captured this the right way ❤️

You walked in wearing a satin black dress that defined every curve on your body, Rafes eyes immediately finding yours as you quickly looked away and started mingling.

His jaw clenched as he stood to the side, sipping on some whiskey he definitely shouldn’t have been. He watched as you smiled and laughed, he was pissed at the fact that he’s been trying to reach you all day and you’ve been ignoring him. But he couldn’t stay mad at you long, he loved you and he needed you back and Rafe Cameron always gets what he wants.

He took his eyes off you for a moment to refill his drink, scanning the room desperately to relocate your perfect figure. He spotted you talking to JJ, a scum pouge that had no right to be in your presence. That only infuriated him more, he downed his drink and went outside to cool off.

A few minutes later JJ steps out and Rafes takes the chance to stake his claim. “Yo maybank” he said calling him over with his finger. JJ rolled his eyes as he strides over to him. “What do you want Rafe”

“What do you think your doing talkin to my girl” Rafe said placing a hand on his shoulder and brushing at the cheap tuxedo. “Your girl? That’s funny, I don’t remember her mentioning you two being a thing. Last I checked she dumped your ass” JJ scolded as he pushed Rafes hand off him.

Immediately as those words left his lips Rafe pounced on him, laying punches to his face and pushing him to the ground. Rafe takes the opportunity to kick him a couple times before spitting on the ground next to him “stay down bitch” he fixed his hair and bow tie before reentering the party.

Spotting you his posture softens and the alcohol giving him the confidence to walk over.

“Y/n?” His voice is soft and pathetic. “Can I talk to you for a second” he slurs. “Rafe.. your drunk” you said turning around and crossing your arms. “No-no I’m not. I miss you baby” he said taking a step closer. You pulled him into a spare room, trying to not cause a scene.

“Rafe.. we’ve talked about this. This relationship is just too toxic. We don’t work and you have to accept that. We’re done!” You said turning around to leave. Rafes hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you back gently.

“Please y/n, just let me explain”

“Your the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Your the only person whose ever loved me for me, and I know I fuck up sometimes I know that! But my dad puts so much pressure on me and I get in my head and I end up hurting you. But I’ll be better, I promise. If I can’t be better for my dad, then I’ll be better for you. I swear y/n, just please take me back. I love you baby” he said tearing up as his hand cupped your face and his body hovered over yours.

He looked so vulnerable right now and the empathetic side of you was in a trance, you couldn’t help but feel bad for the man. The only reason he is the way he is, is because of his father.

“Rafe..” before you could finish his lips clashed against yours and all thoughts wiped from your mind, you leaned in further and allowed him to kiss you.

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