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ajulisz · 2 years

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Yandere!Renata Glasc X Reader 2/2

Part 1

MC Pronouns: They/Them (but very little to mentions)

Pairing: Some Sevika x Reader and... well... very abusive and unilateral Renata Glasc x Reader

Content Warning: Non-con drug use, kidnapping, violence description, death (not yours)

A/N: I actually thought I posted this but then I saw it in my drafts when someone called me out and freaked tf out. I'm so sorry to everyone who was waiting, btw if I dont post the last part of something you can totally remind me of it or my bad memory will forget it bc the drafts part of tumblr are out of my sight (thanks ADHD)

~Read with caution, stay aware there might be warnings that I missed and if you see some, PLEASE let me know so I can add it to the list :)

After some people found out about you and Sevika, the ones who weren't scared of you for being "Glasc's protected" now were far away from you because of the 'Scary Lady'

Walking in Zaun could be a dangerous adventure, any wrong turn could be a death sentence

Far from what they thought, you didn't needed protection, living here your entire life gave you some skills that new-unadvised-comers would literally die for

But you didn't complain, it was good to walk home after a tiring day without anyone messing with you

Renata never made you stay past your shift, much less so late, and all the rare moments that happened she would always send someone or escort you to your house herself

This was an unspoken rule betweem both of you that was being flawlessly followed... at least until today

Miss Glasc was so occupied with paperwork that when you told her how late it was she simply dismissed you with a flicker of hand

Zaun's fog was more intense than usual, the harsh cold was slowly taking all the machines warmth away, so the livid streets where almost empty

When she was filled with work it was for the greater good to not bother her, principally for something as trivial as "I don't want to walk home alone", so you simply wished her a good night and left

The walk home was safer than when there was a whole bunch of people in the streets, but any moving shadow meant that your eyes needed to be more attentive

Your house had a brand new door since Sevika made sure to punch your old one just to demonstrate how fragile it was, so it also had a set of new keys that you still didn't quite knew how to sort out

You only stopped your tries when you heard a noise at the begging of your house alley where the principal streets met and jumped when someone grabbed your shoulders

"Hey, you're looking at the wrong way" Sevika's voice rang with a laugh when she realized how scared you where once you started trying to punch her

Apparently she got away from work just to walk you home but you were taking too long so she finished whatever she had to do for her boss, got food and now you both were sitting at the small stairs in front of your door while eating and talking.

You had completely forgot about how tired you where and didn't remember where you put your keys at the moment you finished.

Sevika was again laughing and looking around to see if you dropped it around when three figures appeared at the entrance of your street

They also tried to take their chance a million times against her, last time one of them made a scratch that drawn blood enough for you to be concerned with

Your girlfriend knew them, she knew they where just some street gang that robbed any unattended person and did some of Silco's dirty jobs when she was away

As always, none of them talked, only stalked toward Sevikas direction and smiled when she growled at them as a warning

You didn't understood the gravity of the situation until Sevika pushed you away at the same time that other people appeared closing the alley exit

It was in a blink of an eye that Sevika's mechanical arm started glowing and the first punch was thrown , but not in her direction, in yours

You loosed your conscious for a few seconds and only got up when you heard Sevika screaming at someone, you tried to move but three other guys were holding you in place making you watch Sevika trying to fight her way to you

One by one they where falling down in pools of blood but you could see that her energy and shimmer was also being drained since they broke the reservoir on her shoulder

You tried to fight, you tried to move, but they were stronger than you, your body shivered when she felt to the ground

It was over to her, she didn't got up when they punched her in the face again and you thought you were allucinating when you heard your bosses voice

Your scalp was hurting but still you managed to look up and see Renata making her way through the crowd of brutes, her smirk only flattered when she saw you and a low warning growl could be heard behind her mask

"I told you to not hurt them" the woman said while holding your face when they let go of you taking a few steps back "What did they did to you sweet pet? It's not gonna hurt anymore and they will pay, I promise"

Your eyebrow and mouth was bleeding from the punches they throwed at you and your head hurted from the impact with ground and with how hard they where holding your hair

When Renata words hitted their ears and they realized their head was in line the rest of them moved back, trying to find ways to escape

It was more than clear that any brusque movement was going to make Miss Glasc snap

You smiled at her, she always knew when to appear, when to help you but it got you of guard when she forced your mouth open with two pills down your throat.

Even through the mask you could imagine her wicked smile when she looked at the ones that tried to escape on the other end and moved her arm, knocking them out with the pile of bodies that she stacked

You started to feel numb to the point where you couldn't move.

Renata gently laid you down to finish her service, and with only one twist, her entire mechanical arm opened into a claw that elongated far enough to pierce one by one of the ones trying to escape

The sound of bodies pilling on top of each other and heads brutally hitting the ground when she receded her arm into its normal made you wanna throw up, but not even your stomach could make such a big move without your entire body having that awful freezing numbed felling

When Renata turned and started making her way towards you Sevika slowly got up from the ground spitting blood on one of the corpses that was next to her

"Don't you- Don't you fucking dare to to-touch-" She tried to speak but with every word a bloodied cough came instead of complete sentences

Renata tsked with a smirk stopping in the middle of the track and turned to face your girlfriend

"Or what? You couldn't even protect yourself, imagine them." She said slowly "You. Don't. Deserve. Them"

You couldn't move and all you could feel was the eerie cold air and your heart clenching when Sevika's stiff body was throw in front of you

In a fraction of seconds the woman modified arm extended again but this time to wrap around Sevika's throat

You could see the little oxygen that was left in her body leaving slowly while she still tried to fight the woman

"It's ok now darling, I'm here with you... No one else will try to hurt you or dare to take you away from me" Renata said while holding you in her arms, taking you away from your lover and from your life.

What once was her bright grey eyes - where you normally could see the entirety of a loving soul - was now unwelcoming to any kind of care.

She was dead.

Renata's plan may have been much more grotesque than what she wanted but at least, you where finally safe and with eyes only for her

#renata glasc imagine #renata glasc x reader #arcane sevika x reader #renata x reader #renata glasc x you #renata x you

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meowm1x · 1 year

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sorry to be bitter about the checkmark thing but i've seen several mutuals/people i follow have to beg for money on this site so they dont starve and can find somewhere to live. not saying people can't make fun and frivolous purchases for themselves, but this site in particular is notorious for it's suppression of black voices especially during ferguson protests, tradcaths fascists are crawling everywhere even on popular posts, and not even a few months ago we had literal transmisogynistic propaganda blazed by a terf and the company behind at this site were happy to look the other way because it meant money in their pocket, despite it being literally hate speech and against their tos but whatever.

again, if tumblr were some indie start up where the mods actually gave a shit, i would be okay with people supporting them. but for now i'm just... tired and exhausted and jaded right now. if you buy the checkmarks you do you but i hope if you have money to spare to please do try to donate to anyone you see struggling right now too. things are a mess and people just want enough money to live and maybe give themselves a wee treat too.

#ramblings #personal #vent

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miyuuuki · 1 year

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So im sorry but idk how to use Tumblr so idk if your req are open or not 😭 (if they aren't ignore this pls) so i was thinking...baizhu x male reader (seriously there so little fic of baizhu with M!reader help) where they do it for the first time and baizhu finds out that the reader has a choke kink..and a praise kink..and baizhu uses this as his favour to overstimulate the reader until hes a sobbing and begging mess in his hands<3

(if you don't feel comfortable writing this please again ignore it 😭)

(also i saw where people asked to be like anon🍒 ,anon 🍑 and i was thinking if i could be anon 🧋..if you dont do this again ignore it omg thank you for listening to my stupid ass😭)

I really love your writing keep up the good work<3

You could be 🧋 anon! But unfortunately I don’t write for genshin sorry !! I can however do your request for anyone in the fandoms I write.

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akgaereporter · 7 months

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nct: taeyong and haechan's silly ass "scandals" recently

tldr: a week or so ago taeyong posted a tiktok with chaewon's "dododok" mistake and got so much hate from knetz he deleted it + a few members were dancing during yuta's ment at nct nation and people were calling them disrespectful for that but only focused on haechan.

so im coming to tumblr to rant because twitter stans are getting on my fawking nerves and i know everything i say on that hellish app is pointless because dumb btches will always be dumb btches.

honestly being an nctzen on twitter has never been enjoyable for an extended period of time because this godforsaken fandom is literally a homeless shelter for so many deranged chronically online kpop heads to beg for their pennies of attention. if we're being fr a lot of it has to do with the fcked up management of the group itself.. sm entertainment when i catch you in the streets ..

but recently the way two members in particular have been treated.. i cant even blame the fckass company for this level of degeneracy. yall just bitter and have an average screentime of 10 hours because how can you get so bored of supporting your fav you just start hating on them??? for no reason at all???

a couple days ago ty posted a tiktok with a silly remix audio of chaewons "dododok" mistake she made at a le sserafim's show on tour. that mistake literally went viral and basically all of the kpop industry laughed and copied it and called it cute, because that's what it is, just a cute little mistake we can giggle at and move tf on. the audio ty used was funny and created a trend that is currently going viral in korea.

instead of laughing, calling it a cute interaction, and going about their lives, knetz decided to wake up and be horrible people. what else is new bruh. of course big bad ty had an evil plan to mock the poor defenseless kim chaewon for her terrible mistake that deeply affected her..

please i almost kilt myself when i saw he deleted the tiktok. this is how jesus fans felt when he died like ty is quite literally an angel, his eyes sparkle and he giggles instead of laughing, how can you take him in as a person and still decide to actually bully him for next to nothing. like.. maybe you need to die idk.

and what gets me is the way they were acting like she said her dad died and he used an audio of that. its not that fcking serious dawg. she laughed at the damn joke herself and if they dont stop and pray that he privated the vid instead of deleting i will actually place a generational curse upon the families of pannchoa girls who cant keep his name out their mouth and I STAND BY THAT

and my bias, my boyfriend actually, my snookie ookie pookie bear haechan, god give me strength before i type this bullsht : during the last nct nation concert yuta started giving his ment in japanese, and some members at the other end of the line began dancing and messing around. they immediately stopped when ty motions them to. again, it isnt that fcking serious, but jobless neo investigators created discourse out of it. they didn't interrupt yuta or cause a fuss, they were literally just fidgeting around to pass the time because 20 speeches is a whole lot to listen to in silence.

but of course, its way more serious for nctzens, and furthermore haechan is the main evil villain of princess yutas fairy story. literally half the line started doing the dance but the only tweets getting likes included haechan's name. what the fck is wrong w these hoes seriously when i saw those tweets i thought they punched yuta in the face or sum. when i watched it i had a damn jaw drop at the audacity of these folk. they just keep getting worse at masking the animosity they have for their own favs, haechan in particular. yall claim to be his fans but jump on a hate train that isn't even 2 seconds old like.. are you even trying to like him? the video clearly shows the other members moving too, but somehow their eyes can only see haechans pretty little face and they just cant stand seeing him babygirling the way he did on the 17th of september 2023. it was never that fcking serious bitch, keep your nasty sticky keyboard fingers away from husband 1 and wife 2, i actually cannot stand seeing yall harass them for the stupidest pettiest shit this far and this many hits into their career. you literally know none of them have any ill intent behind the actions they do publicly, unless they say or do something outright offensive or malicious. so until they tell chaewon she's a stuttering ass bitch or roundhouse kick yuta off the stage, shut it up and stop using them for hit tweets damn

all of this just ties back to the fact nctzens are constantly watching THEIR OWN FAVS waiting for them to slip up. knetz chose ty and intlzens chose haechan. yall need to choose yourselves and get the fcking help you need because its not normal to hate on people you have a fan account for. be careful who you call oomf cause these fawking hybrid bitches got split personality disorders, all it takes is alt account and a dream. this is what happens when you choose silly idol boys instead of therapy and i mean that in the most helpful way

going to sleep mad asf smh

-also i was looking for taehyuck pics to put as a header for this post and i realized there's literally almost none?? hello?? haechan taeyong do yall even know each other?? not even a photoshoot or anything just some 10p quality debut pictures like damn haeyong nation yall are dead as hell 😢

#nctzens #taeyong #haechan #kpoptwt #kpop #twitter

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festive · 2 years

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— [3:36pm]

outdoor sex w/ big sexy oni man Itto! 18+ MDNI

— cw: size kink, afab!reader, riding, overstimulation, cervix fucking, oooh yall fucking outside, monster fucking?? Itto is an oni so it counts right? Breeding, creampie, itto has a snake tongue besties i dont make the rules!

— tagging: @ambrodias and @manjiken, hope this turns you into a itto fucker too 😮‍💨

— a/n: I have reposted this three fucking times, tumblr stop being MEAN!

Your hands greedily traveled down Itto’s body, letting them linger a little bit on his defined torso before you’re setting them upon his overdramatic belt. You wasted no time in fiddling with it, undoing it in the process, and finally, freeing his cock from its confines.

“Fuck, you’re so big.” You say in awe, as you admire his angry leaking cock. You lift up your skirt before you throw yourself onto his lap. Moving your lace panties to the side so you can align the tip with your slick covered folds. You sink yourself down upon his length completely bottoming out an agonizing pace — the giant man underneath you let’s out a low growl at the feeling of your warmth engulfing him.

“Of course, I the great Arataki—- mphff!” Before he could even finish his sentence you smash your mouth against his, parting his lips with your tongue before shoving it down his throat. Catching him off guard, he allows his back to hit against the shed he was sitting by. When you break the kiss a trail of saliva connects the two of you, you slurp it up and swallow it all down before sending him a playful wink.

The proud and eccentric oni was so stunned by your shameless display he couldn’t help but to shut up and turn red, the color on his face matched the same shade of his long horns that adorned the top of his head. His crimson eyes focus intently on your pretty plump lips as you run your tongue around them.

“Again!” Itto’s large hands are grabbing at your back pulling you closer to him so that you can plant another kiss upon his lips, the look on his face was akin to a puppy begging for treats. You couldn’t help but grin, watching as his pointed ears bounced up and down in excitement. Who would’ve thought, someone as huge as he was would be acting this way — but who were you to deny him of his request?

Placing your lips upon his once more, you feel him shoving his forked tongue in between them. Parting them slightly enough for him to shove it done your throat.

Growing impatient, the hands that were wrapped around your back, slide down to your waist before he places them upon your hips — digging his sharp black nails into the flesh underneath (he’s definitely going to leave a few marks on you by the time you two are done). He starts bouncing you up and down on his length at an animalistic pace, you break the kiss to let a salacious moan before your own hands are flying up to your mouth in hopes of stopping any more sounds from coming out. You wouldn’t want anyone to know what you’re doing right? Wouldn’t want anyone to find you right here, getting your guts rearranged by the infamous Arataki Itto.

Itto was stretching you out nicely, making you feel oh so full as he continued slamming you up and down his cock. His tip bruising and abusing your poor little cervix as his shaft rubbed against your sweetest spots. Even after you had already orgasmed so many times, he was still using you as his own personal fleshlight. It wasn’t hard for him to do, considering his bloodline — he even had the stamina to keep fucking into you even after he had already filled your poor aching cunt to the brim.

“S’too much, itto PLEASE!” You whine and writhe in his hold, pleading for him to lighten up — before finally going limp in his embrace, allowing him to continue using you. He lets out a deep chuckle, you looked so pretty like this. Hair a mess, tears threatening to spill from your eyes, and lips red, swollen, with drool seeping through the corners.

Feeling you constrict and squeeze against him, he slams into you one final time. Emptying his heavy load inside and coating your walls white. His final orgasm washes over him with such intensity, he lets out the loudest howl you’ve ever heard. Snapping you back to reality, you panic.

“FUCK, WHAT IF SOMEONE CAUGHT US?!” You glare at him while you throw yourself off of him, just in case someone actually did hear him and came to check to see what all the ruckus was about. You’d be lying though if you said that his little howl wasn’t sexy.

“Babe, you worry too much.” Itto replied in his usual carefree tone, while he’s helping you fix your skirt so that you at least look somewhat presentable, even if you had his sticky cum dripping down your thighs. Itto grinned as he watched you try to walk away, you weren’t getting too far, seeing as how your legs trembled and shook with each step you tried to take. He lets out a loud boisterous laugh before he’s throwing you over his shoulder.

“So round 2 at your place, right babe?” He questions before spanking your plump butt, as playful as it sounded — somethings telling you he wasn’t actually joking. Oh well, who cares if you won’t be able to walk for the next couple of weeks, the sex was worth it!

Somewhere off in the distance:

“Honey, what do you think that sound was?” An elderly woman had questioned, turning towards her husband expecting an answer.

“Damn wolves must be in heat again.” He replied, honestly it was the only thing her husband could think of.

“Honey, that sounds an awful lot like that Itto boy.” Her husband rolled his eyes before answering again.

“You’re just imagining things, dear.” Not even bothering sparing her a second glance, he went right back to doing his farm work.

#itto smut #arataki itto smut #arataki itto x reader smut #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader smut #TUMBLR PLS LET THIS SHOW UP #itto x reader #arataki itto x reader

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r0zyp0zy0zy · 3 years

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✾A Pretty Little Maid ☼✶

Hello! This is my first ever time posting one of my fics on Tumblr, so bare with me if it seems like I don't know what I'm doing (bc I DONT) please enjoy, and Let me know who else you would like to see in a maid outfit ;)

Master list

Words: 3040

Warnings/kinks: SMUT, Barebacking, Cross-dressing, Gags, Orgasm Control, Orgasm Denial, Begging, Dirty Talk, Face Sitting, fem dom

Pairing: Midoriya Izuku x FemDom!Reader

Summary: you find the perfect outfit for your pretty boy

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"I'm a little nervous," Deku said from behind the bathroom door.

"You'll look great, Izu-chan!" You replied, practically bursting in excitement.

"I don't know... it's a little," izuku mumbled, "it's a little short."

"Babe, it's supposed to be that way," you said with a smile.

"O-oh."

You couldn't help but get the maids outfit displayed at the mall. It appeared black, but if you looked close enough you could see the shimmering emerald green woven into the fabric. It was perfect for Deku; all it needed was a few readjustments.

"Just come out here already!" You giggled. "I'm starting to get impatient."

The door to the bathroom opened, and your jaw dropped to the floor. The Rivet Garter Belts strapped to Izuku's thighs held up his green and white stripped stockings, and the skirt was short enough that you could just see his boxers peeking out the bottom. The chest had been hemmed so it sat snugly against his skin; And the cherry on top, a copy of his hero costume's ears sat as a headband on his head.

A bright smile shone on his face, complementing the hot blush on his freckled cheeks, "r-really?"

"Well yeah," you bit your lip as you walked closer to him, "I wouldn't have gotten it if I thought you would look bad in it."

Deku spun in a slow circle, showcasing more of his outfit. Silky ribbon laced up the back of the dress, the black contrasting from his pale skin.

"Such a pretty boy," you purred, taking his hands in yours, "Don't you think?"

Izuku blushed deeper, "I-I guess."

"You guess?" You questioned, quirking your brow. "That's not what you're supposed to say."

Deku gulped, and bit his lip, "what am I supposed to say?"

You smiled brightly, curling a lock of his hair behind his ear, "you're supposed to say: 'yes. I am a pretty boy. I'm your pretty boy'."

"So..," you pressed, "don't you think you're a pretty boy?"

"Y-yes," Deku gulped, his bright eyes looking into yours.

"Mm-mm," you shook your head.

"No...?" Midoriya said, confused.

You relished his nervous stature, and watched as he fiddled with the hem of his skirt, "no."

You pulled him backwards towards the bed, and sat him down. He looked adorable looking up at you, his head slightly tilted in confusion.

"Tell me," you started, licking your lips, "that you're a pretty boy."

Izuku's eyes watched as your tongue rolled over your lips and shivered in anticipation, "I-I'm a p-pretty boy."

"Good boy," you said, straddling his lap and cupping his face. "With more confidence this time."

"I'm a pr-pretty boy!" Deku said, his voice cracking. Impossibly, his face reddened even more in embarrassment.

"Mmh, better," you nodded.

You gently pushed him forwards onto his back, and dragged your hands down his chest, and back up again. You gave him a peck on the lips, and settled a bit more comfortably on his lap.

Izuku squirmed underneath you, and loosely gripped your hips. You could see his dick slowly hardening from behind his skirt. You leaned forward, and gave him a deeper kiss. You dragged your lips down to his neck, and pulled his choker by the charm. You let it fall from your teeth and it snapped back, causing Izuku to moan slightly.

He bucked his hips up, just barely grazing your crotch. He leaned up to kiss, and you obliged. His lips felt amazing on yours, and he craved more. Your hands weaved through his hair and you began to pull at it. Deku moaned into your mouth in surprise.

You pulled back and took off your shirt, making Midoriya bite his lip. You smiled as you felt his cock on your heat, and you began to slightly rock your hips.

"Hhmmg," Izuku groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and gripping your hips harder.

"Such a pretty boy," you admired. His lips were bright red and plump between his teeth, and his bunny ears lay crooked on his head. "Look at me, baby."

Izuku's eyes slowly opened, and you could see how blown out his pupils were. They shone brightly at you, watching intently. You trailed two of your fingers up your chest and inserted them into your mouth, tonguing them both so they were covered in saliva.

On cue Deku opened his mouth expectantly, practically begging for your fingers. Once you were satisfied, you pulled them out of your mouth, leaving a trail of saliva in between them.

Your fingers dipped into Izuku's mouth, letting his hot tongue lap at your juices. He sucked on them intently, taking care not to hurt you with his teeth. Izuku let out a whine when you pulled your fingers away, but got excited again as he watched you strip off your pants.

He felt his dick twitch as he watched you pull your underwear down, revealing your perfect pussy, "please."

"Shh, quiet," you said, stuffing your fingers in his mouth again. He took your fingers good and made sure they were nice and lubed.

Your fingers were once again removed from his mouth, now making their way to your core. You collected your slick, mixing Deku's saliva with it. You slowly rubbed your clit, grabbing one breast with your other hand.

"Oh fuck y/n," Izuku moaned, grabbing your thighs.

"I said to shoosh," you frowned, grabbing your panties and shoving them in his mouth to gag him.

"Mmmfummck," muffled Izuku. The taste of you drove him crazy and he tried to savour the flavour.

You inserted your fingers into your pussy, creating a 'squelch' sound, "mm, you liking the show, pretty boy?"

"Mmhmm," Deku nodded with wide eyes. The way you pleasured yourself made him squirm, and he almost grabbed you so he could do it himself.

"You've been a good boy so far, I think you deserve a treat," you said, taking the panties out of his mouth and replacing them with your pussy.

"Oohhhmm," Izuku groaned, sending shivers up your spine. He loved your taste, and having the source so close drove him into madness.

His hands grabbed your thighs to keep you there, and he ground his face into your heat. He lapped up your juices ferociously, moaning with every lick and suck.

"Oh fuck Izu," you moaned, grabbing his hair so you could bring him even closer to you. This boy could make you cum in minutes, and you could feel an orgasm in your stomach already.

"Fuck me good with your tongue, baby!" You groaned. "Eat me up!"

In response, Izuku went feral with his mouth and somehow moaned with even more intensity, desperate to please you.

"Such a good boy for me, Izu," you moaned, playing with your breasts.

You could feel his whimpers vibrate through your core. He was really ravaging your pussy, and the way he clutched your thighs like his life depended on it.. fuck.

"Oh my god, so close! So close!" You squealed, grinding harder on his face. "Be a good boy and make me cum, Izu!"

Deku kept up his pace, making sure that you were enjoying yourself. His dick was stupid hard, and he thought that he might cum just from pleasuring you. He whimpered at the thought— that would result in punishment. He couldn't help but get even more excited, and he sucked roughly on your clit.

The orgasm boiled in your stomach, and you felt about to burst. Your head flew back with a moan, and Izuku's grip on your thighs tightened.

"Coming!" You yelled. "Oh fuck I'm coming!"

You felt drool roll down your chin as you rode your high, shaking from the after shocks, "oh, good boy Izu."

You pulled off of him and he gulped for air, "thank you! Oh my god thank you, y/n!"

Deku's bunny ears were now completely off, and his face was a mess of your juices. He had a crazed look on his face, clearly wanting more of you.

"Of course baby," you said, leaning down to grab a kiss from him. You could taste your pussy juices on his tongue; prodding deeper into his mouth with your own.

Deku moaned as you sucked on his tongue, hands roaming your body wherever he could reach. The way you grinded your hips with his drove him crazy. He could feel your arousal seeping through his boxers, and he shuttered.

"Please," Izuku whined, "please touch me."

And you obliged, slowly making your way down his chest with your mouth. You palmed at his erection, treasuring his soft pleads. Deku's hips stuttered upward, trying to get as much friction as possible.

"Look at you, a pretty mess under me," you beamed. His eyes were wide, silently begging for more. "Pretty boy."

"Yes," Izuku groaned, "yours, all yours!"

"All mine? Mmm, well if you're mine I better take care of you," you hummed.

All Deku did was moan in response, thrusting his hips up once again. You gently massaged his thighs, taking great care to avoid the place he wanted you to touch most. He writhed underneath you, trying to calm his nerves.

"Please y/n," Deku whimpered pathetically, his hands fisting the bedsheets.

"Please what, Izu?" You encouraged, playing with his Rivet Garter Belts. He bit on his lip to conceal a moan, but you shook your head. "Let it out, baby."

"Please fuck me! Oh my go-hod please. I want you to ride me so good, y/n, please!" Izuku weeped.

"Such a good boy," you smiled, "asking so nicely for me." You unclipped your bra, letting the straps slide down your arms. You tossed it to the floor and licked your lips, focusing on Izuku's pleads.

Your fingers made their way to the waistband of his boxers, and you teasingly pulled them off. Deku groaned as the restraint was removed, and he tried to hump the air.

"Sh-sh, baby," you said, gently pressing your palms against his chest. "Relax. I've got you."

Izuku nodded weakly and tried to regulate his breathing. Deep breath in, and out. Once his boxers were slid off of his legs, you finally gripped the base of his cock with one hand.

"Thank you!" He cried, still desperate for more of your sweet touch.

You grinned, using your other hand to pump around his head. His whimpers of delight and frustration brought you joy. Once you were satisfied from teasing him, you lowered your mouth and took a lick. You rolled your tongue in his salty precum, spreading it around the head.

"Oh... my.. god," Izuku breathed. You looked up at him as you suckled on his length.

His eyes were locked onto you, and he almost squealed when you met his stare. Your tongue was amazing on his dick. You made him feel so good, and if it wasn't for all his willpower, he would've came by now. He groaned and let his head fall back on his pillow.

"Does that feel good, Izu?" You asked, watching him lose himself.

"Y-yes," he forced, barley able to talk. "Feels.. so good.."

You wrapped your mouth back onto him, sinking deeper until you reached the base of his cock. Izuku yowled in delight, and you felt his hands loosely grip your hair. You let your throat restrict around him, and used your fingers to gently fondle his balls. He was so sensitive, and you loved it. His moans filled the room as you gagged on him, rolling your tongue on his length.

"P-please..," Izuku mumbled. His hands turned into fists in your hair, and you let him face fuck you. You made a thought to punish him later for that. "So fucking good.. mmmph."

You started to hum on his cock, sending vibrations through him. He was close, and you knew it. He thought about being punished for gripping your head like this, but right now he was in bliss. He knew that your punishment would be tame anyway.

"—fuck!" He whined, feeling his cum build up within him. "So close, y/n. 'M gonna cum!"

You let him use you, for you loved his moans too much. He started to stutter his hips, and you could tell he was going to cum soon. You moaned like a bitch on his cock, sucking on him like his cum was your only sustenance.

"Gugh," Izuku groaned, thrusting hard two times. His seed filled your mouth, and you made sure to keep a good mouthful for him to taste.

You pulled away and rose up, giving Izuku a wet kiss. You climbed up his body and sat yourself just above his cock. You pushed his hands above his head so he wouldn't grab your hips in desperation. You let the cum in your mouth flow into his, and he almost choked. At the same moment, you rubbed your heat on his cock, slowly impaling yourself on it.

"Holy fuck, thank you! Thank you so much!" Izuku moaned. Your touch was electric against his skin, and he shivered as you licked at his neck.

"Let me see," you said expectantly. Obediently, Deku opened his mouth and wiggled his tongue, proving that he swallowed everything you gave him.

Izuku's mouth hung open as you began to ride him, "oh shit. Fuck."

You smiled at him as you got used to his size. Once you were ready, you pulled off him, and thumped down. You bit your lip at Deku's moan, watching as he struggled not to grab your hips.

Izuku whimpered at the overstimulation, but he knew he deserved it for grabbing your hair like that.

"Fuck— please, y/n. Oh fuck, please," he moaned, grasping the bedsheets beside him.

You ground your hips down, and moved them in a circular pattern. Izuku looked like he didn't know what to do with himself, running his hands over his chest, and down to your thighs. His body tried to escape your grasp on reflex, twisting away from you

"Baby," you said, "stop that shit and touch me."

You didn't have to tell him twice, and he immediately grabbed your waist, helping you grind against him. His scarred hands massaged your breasts, pinching your nipples and rolling them with his fingertips.

"Oh fuck, Izu," you moaned, putting your hands over his.

Deku's hips bucked upwards, and you went with it. You started bouncing on his cock, startling a delicious moan from the boy underneath you. His mouth hung open still, tongue hanging out.

"Pretty boy," you mumbled, grasping his hair. Izuku babbled little nothings into the air, agreeing. "Who's pretty boy are you?"

"Yours, all yours! I'm your pretty boy!" He whined, head spinning in pleasure.

"Good boy, Izu," you praised. You quickened your pace, shoving him deeper inside of you. "So pretty and messy for me."

All Deku could do was nod, afraid that if he spoke he would embarrass himself. He could still taste cum in his mouth and he groaned.

"I-I-I-," Izuku stuttered, unable to form a sentence.

"What was that? Speak up baby boy," you hummed.

"I-I'm so close," he trembled. "Please let me come for you."

"Mm, not yet. I'm not done with you," you replied, playing with his choker.

Izuku felt like he was going to burst, but he didn't want to be bad. That would mean more punishment, and he would have to have his cock locked up. He tried not to listen to your beautiful moans, but it was so hard not to.

"S-stop I'm going to come!" Deku moaned, desperate that you would listen to him.

You pulled off of him to let him have a breather, and went right back down on him, "good boy, warning me that you were too close."

This cycle continued for a few rounds, until Izuku was a completely desperate mess. His squirming form made it a little difficult to ride him, but you managed.

"Do you want to come?" You asked him.

"Yes! Yes please y/n!" Izuku whined. "So bad!"

"Then make me come first," you said, giving him a grin.

"Yes! Yes!" He squealed, gripping your waist. "Please come, y/n! I wanna make you come so bad!"

His begging and pleading made you so hot, and you felt a tightening in your stomach, "who's my pretty boy?"

"Me! I'm your pretty boy! All for you!" Izuku sobbed. His lashes were wet with tears, desperately trying not to come.

"Oh fuck, what a good boy," you moaned, reaching down to rub your clit. "Almost there."

Deku whimpered at your words, "yes! Come on my cock, I want you to feel so good!"

Izuku almost couldn't contain himself as he felt you squeeze his dick with your pussy. He was gonna— he was gonna come!

"Please!" Izuku bleated, holding onto sanity by a hair.

"Come baby," you directed. "You've been such a good, pretty boy. Come for me baby."

Izuku threw his head back into the pillows, and let out a strangled grunt as he fucked up into you, "I'm coming for you! Oh y/n thank you! Thank you!"

You continued to ride him until he cried out in overstimulation, "that was amazing, Izu."

He whimpered in response, watching you pull off of him. He reached out a shaky hand, lightly gripping your wrist, "thank you. That was so good."

"One more thing, baby," you said, licking your lips, "clean up the mess you've made."

Izuku nodded, and opened his mouth greedily, awaiting your pussy once again. Your thighs around his face felt like he was in heaven, and he sucked his cum out of you.

You pulled off of him, and leaned down to kiss him, "that was amazing, baby boy. Here, let's get you out of that dress and into something a bit comfier."

Once Deku was changed into sweatpants, and you in underwear, he cuddled up to you with a content sigh. You rested your head on his shoulder, giving him a quick peck, "I love you."

"I love you too," he smiled.

#mha #bnha #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #bnha smut #Deku #deku smut #my hero academia #boku no hero Academia #x reader #izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #deku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader smut #deku in a maid dress

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mythiccheroacademia · 3 years

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Happy New Years Hotties!!!

hey :) i know your dash is flodded with beautiful new year’s posts and i just wanna pop in and add my own little thank you note. if you read nothing else, at least read this.

after the year we just had, you deserve some big gross romantic declaration of love and then a new year’s kiss. so lemme just say i love you and give you a smooch. you survived all 365 days and that’s some real hot girl shit. thank you for being you. i’m shaking some metaphorical ass for you bc you are that bitch

wishing nothing but inner peace, self love, confidence, happiness, big moneyyy and all the pretty bitch shit you could ever want in life <3

now that that’s over, wanna see me be a cornball beneath the line?

i’ve attempted to write this an embarassing amount of times. so now im forced to write this 2 hours before midnight at a church event....wearing white like im not on the most sinful app in my phone...in front of my mother...keeping a straight face in front of 100 people...and this wig is squeezing tf out my head. this is prolly not gonna be perfect and if i forget anything or anyone, my b dawg. i’ll be back to edit

so let’s get into it. no beta, we die like hot girls

there’s about 5.4k+ of y’all i’d like to individually thank, but that’s impossible in the time constraint i have. so, for now, pls accept this embarrassing thank you/love letter. im not gonna act like i dont spill my heart out to yall on a daily. but imma do it again. this yr was trash tbh. everyone was being tested like all hell, but we’re here and i’m very grateful for that. my heart is full from all the kind hearts i’ve met throughout my time on here.

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to my mutuals, your presence literally blows my mind bc there was certainly a time i talked to me, myself, and i LMAO. i was so nervous to speak to anyone outside of asks bc a bitch was shy, but you’ve all accepted me with open arms and have made my time on here that more bearable. thanks for tolerating me bc ik i’m a lot sometimes hehe. y’all are cool asf and a large reason why i haven’t called it quits. no matter what i want the best for y’all. thank you, i love you

also i have to write a special shout out to @bnhainthewoo and @melanimed bc you two hoes are stuck w me forever. even tho ion like yall niggas all the time, i love y’all like sisters. you’ve supported me through some real shit and i cant say thank you enough. i’d literally fight anyone for y’all also @liltodo @cellotonin @kingtamakimurder @tamasoft @kelatonin @mrs-atushiro @itsbabyysunnyy @mypimpademia @myhoodacademia @infernaltribute7 @sheerxradiance (i’m forgetting so many people but my mom just asked why i’m typing so much and im PANICKING) you all are people that i was lowkey highkey geeked to get to know and blogs i look up to. when i figured out you followed me, i smiled a lot and every time i interact with y’all i literally tell myself ‘don’t fuck this up cece.’ it’s sick LMAOOO i appreciate you and idk man, i just genuinely like you guys a lot and ion be liking people like dat. hope y’all are well and know that i have real love for you. i’d revoke my hottie card for y’all <3

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to my anime anons, bitchhhhhh y’all are a RIOT. thee harem house is a mess!!! the way you keep my on my toes is sickening. you guys deserve a medal. you make my tumblr experience so fun, i can’t thank y’all enough. you make me feel all kinds of emotions and i’m always asking myself, “now how’d we end up here?” KSSKSK. please know that i’m grateful for every note and ask. i hope you all are having a wonderful new year. i love youuuuu

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to my followers, if anyone deserves the biggest thank you, it’s y’all. you’re the main reason i write. the comments and interactions i get from you....i dont understand how i got so lucky. you’ve seen some shit on here yet you still stay. like bitch wtf. WHY ARE Y’ALL STILL HERE??? you make me smile and i honest to God wish i could hug you all. thank you for believing in my writing. thank you for believing in me and this blog. and thank you for being some real ass pretty bitches

i had more to say but i’d be here all night. happy new years y’all. be safe and know i care about you. thanks for surviving 2020 with me. y’all are some hot girls fr fr

i’m about to tag everyone and their mama. if i forget you, pls know i dont mean it and I”M COMING BACK. i have to do this in the next 3 min jdknfk;fk i love you. don’t come at me sideways! i beg!!!

@sems-diarie @sunshineszn @pinkceokjin23 @chefakari @black-bhabie-2000 @azura-galaxy @amajikibby @des-the-girl @blkanimegyal @iiminibattlehero @lilsparkyswife @stellarxfresh @mintballoons @reebgirl13 @bnha-baddie @vixenpen @oshun-energy @vangooh-works @tediursula @oh-sotired @azura-galaxy @fuckingyaoimann @astrablossom @todorokiaimee @thermaflute @saitamastamaticsoup @velvesagi @blkladyelle @sweetbakugou @shayiswifey @vodrea @bakugoustanaccount @shhhlikeme @bnhatrashh @niggacaaaaaat @tododeku-or-bust (couldnt forget to add you<3)

#happy new year's!!!#i love you!!

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coffeecakefanfics · 3 years

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Rocky Mountain Skies

So I live in the 719 (CO) and I have been DYING to write about it so here’s this hot ass mess Also it’s my first multipart story on tumblr so bear with me (I’ll do a part two because omg)

Christmas is a magical time of year where families get together and revisit the political opinions of the past month but turn around and gift each other things. For the (L/N) family it was no different.

(Y/n) waltzed through the bullpen, coffee in one hand, phone in the other.

“Yes mom I’ll be home for Christmas,” she set her things down and sat at her desk, “No mom I already requested the two weeks off, I’ll be fine,” her sigh caught a few peoples attentions.

“Mom seriously, I get into Denver Sunday at 11, papa already said he’d come pick me up. . . yes mom I know how old he is but you don’t have time remember, besides it’ll be nice to see him. . . Mom I gotta go I have a meet- yes mom I’ll let you know when I get to the airport. . . Mom I have to go byeee” She clicked her phone and leaned back, letting out a long groan.

“Mom troubles?” Derek smirked.

“You have NO idea, I love her but she needs to chill,” she smiled.

“Well I think it’s sweet,” he toys.

“Of course you do, go to work,” she shook her head teasingly.

“All right, all right,” he laughed and walked off. (Y/n) stayed seated at her desk for a majority of the day, skipping lunch to finish files. People stopped by to make small talk while she worked, which she happily sat through. As the day continued on people started packing up their things to head home. It was quiet, the only people left were (Y/n), Spencer, JJ, and Hotch.

(Y/n) Stretched, popping her back, before getting up and walking around the desks. She set her hand on a chair and spun it so the messy haired man was facing her. She smiled at him brightly.

“Hey Spence”

“Hi, uh, is something wrong?”

“No I just wanted to talk to you is all,” she sat on his desk.

“About?” he looked at her curiously. He watched the way her hair set on her shoulders and framed her face, the way her waist dipped and hips bulged slightly, the way her thighs squished when she sat. He forced his eyes beack up to her and felt his face go a little warm.

“You know in the past three years I’ve been here I don’t think I’ve seen you take a vacation, and it’s none of my business if you save it or whatever but I was curious, why?” her face twisted in thought. He sat for a second and thought.

“Well I mean I go “home” occasionally, but I guess I’ve just never had a desire to go anywhere,” he shrugged, “I mean all we do is travel for work so I guess it never really crossed my mind” he smiled at her.

“Well, I uh, look I have an extra plane ticket back home. My ex was supposed to go with me but we broke things off a few months ago. So I guess I’m trying to say if you want to, you could come with me. I mean you totally dont have to and I mean-��

“To Colorado?” he quirked his eyebrow.

“I mean, yes? but only if you want to, I mean you’re my best friend, and closest one so I figured I’d ask before getting a refund,” she twisted her foot into the ground.

“Do I get a cowboy hat?”

She looked up surprised and laughed, “Duh”

“Then I’ll go”

The two weaved through the airport traffic. The building was loud and crowded and both were getting antsy. (Y/n) clutched her bag tight as they maneuvered through the crowds of people. Finally making it outside, the cold mountain air bit at their skin. A old man stood at the end of a row of cars holding a huge sign

‘(Y/N) (L/N)’ written in huge letters decorated the sign.

“Papa!” she cried and dropped her bags, getting swallowed into a hug that itself felt like home. Spencer stood awkwardly by watching the two.

“Where are my manners, My Name is Jim (L/N) but you can call me Papa. You must be Spencer?” The man, Jim introduced himself. He was only about 5′10″ and was clad in a red and white pearl snap with stained coveralls over top. His face was covered mostly by a long Beard and Mustache and he had a pair of glasses perched on top of his head.

“Oh, uh yes sir I’m Spencer,” He smiled at the man who held his hand out. Spencer shook it gladly.

“Well we need to get you kids home. Granny is making soup for dinner,” he bent down and picked up (Y/n)’s bag and rolled it to a old pick up truck, may be ten years old Spencer guessed. He stared at the backseat for a second, his stomach turned, maybe this wasn’t the best idea, maybe he shouldn’t have came, I mean I’m being so awkward an-

“Spence what are you waiting for?, hop in,” (Y/n) called from the back seat. He blinked a few times at her before jumping in and closing the door. She leaned over to him, “I didn’t want you to be alone back here,” she pulled back and smiled.

“Thank you,” he breathed a sigh of relief. As close as they were he had never met her family. He had spent countless nights sitting on her couch easting Chinese food while they finished files or watched bad movies but he still felt nervous being around her like this.

“So Spencer, where are you from?”

“I’m from Vegas,” he replied meekly.

“A gambler huh?” The old man grinned at him in the rear view, “you any good?”

Spencer laughed and shook his head, “I guess we’ll have to see,” he teased back. Jim laughed and smiled at his granddaughter.

“i like this one”

“You like him just because you’re bad at Texas Hold em” she playfully rolled her eyes.

“Hey whatever gets the money,” he laughed again. It was a laugh that filled you with joy. Spencer finally understood where (Y/n) got hers from.

“So Spencer, I know a feller like you can’t be single, so do you have a lady back in D.C.?”

“PAPA!” (Y/n) shrieked, “Don’t go running him off already, good god” she shook her head.

“What I’m curious, he’s a handsome man,” Jim grinned. Spencer was full on burning at this point.

“No sir, I’m single,” He almost mumbled out.

“You know who else is single. (Y/n),” Jim wiggled his eyebrows. (Y/n) glowed the same red that the poor man next to her did.

“Papa oh good god. Stick to breaking horses not my love life, and besides you’re gonna make him regret coming here before he even sees the ranch,” she rolled her eyes. Spencer actually laughed. The two of them were obviously close, it was . . . nice. It was a nice break from what they deal with every day.

The rest of the car ride went by semi fast, (Y/n) explained all of her plans for the two of them while they were here. She was almost glowing with excitement. The wooden fence that stretched along the property line came into view as the truck began up the drive. A gorgeous two story log cabin came into view behind a row of evergreens. The wood was a beautiful light brown, and towered over the yard. A old lady was standing on the porch dressed in a fleece nightgown and brown slippers. She waved as the truck stopped. The group jumped out and began grabbing bags.

“There’s my baby girl,” the woman hugged (Y/n) tightly. She had her same eyes. The woman stood maybe 5′2′ and had a pink and white fleeced nightgown on. Her grey hair fell in neat curls down her back. Her face was wrinkled and warm, the kind that you know showed so much joy in her younger years.

“And this must be Spencer, You’re even more handsome in person,” she cood at him.

“grandma!”

“It’s alright. Yes ma’am I’m Spencer,” he smiled at her, “It’s a pleasure to meet you both,” he grinned.

“Oh where are my manners, lets get you babies inside and warm,” she ushered everyone in. “(Y/n) baby your room is all set up, but um there’s been a change of plans,” The lady frowned.

“What Dawn is trying to say is that your mom and your stepdad are staying in the last guest room, and your cousin Rita is in the other”

“WHAT!” (Y/n) yelled. “Mom said her the Stepdouch were staying home for Christmas! I was promised to get you two to myself. And Rita!” she was fuming. Spencer set his hand on her shoulder, trying to bring her back to earth.

“We know baby but she insisted that you wouldn’t go see her if she stayed,”

“Of course not, not after what she did!”

“And Rita is your cousin, at least try to play nice,” Jim begged.

“No, Not after what they did!” (Y/n) was breathing ragged, anger radiating off of her body.

“Hey, uh why don’t you help me to my room?” Spencer forced her to look at him. She sighed and grabbed her bag.

“Okay” she grabbed his hand and began through the living room up the stairs. Spencer admired the “family” room on the balcony overlooking the living room. (Y/n) led him around the bend and over to the room. She popped the door open and let him inside. She followed and closed the door after her.

“So since my cousin Rita took the guest room we’ll have to share this one, I’m really sorry. I have an air mattress that I can sleep on and you can have the bed. This isn’t how I wanted this to go, I’m sorry,” she spoke almost in tears.

“Hey you didn’t know and I’m kicking you out of your bed, I’ll sleep on the air mattress, besides we can always still do everything you planned. We’ll be okay,” he smiled and held her face. She let a tear fall.

“I know but this was supposed to be a fun trip for you,”

“It will be, what’s more fun than two weeks without work,” he smiled and pushed her hair behind her ear.

“It’s only like one, so would you show me the property?” he smiled.

“Sure, but we need to get you a new wardrobe,” she laughed.

“Hey what’s wrong with my clothes?” he spun for her.

“Well for starters you’re in loafers and there’s snow on the ground, and second I do owe you a cowboy hat,” she grinned. “Come on lets play dress up”

The two of them sat in the attic surrounded by boxes of old clothes. She held up a nice quilt lined coat, identical to the light brown one she had on.

“That should fit, he was about your size,” she smiled and handed him the coat.

“Who?” he asked and examined the inside of the coat when it stared him right in the face.

‘Merry christmas daddy, (Y/n)’ stitched on the tag. his heart stopped.

“(Y/n) I can’t accept these, these meant the world to you I-”

“Spencer please, I’d rather you have daddy’s stuff than any of those other brats,” she sneered. “It’s the only other thing I got from him when he passed. He would’ve liked you,” she smiled and pulled a bunch of pearl snaps out. Spencer's heart leapt. We slid the Carhart on, it sat nicely against his body. She looked up from the boxes.

“Whoa” she gasped. “Spencer you look, just wow” she grinned.

“Wait I have one more thing,” she rushed off to the back of the attic. She returned with a box wrapped in red wrapping paper she smiled and handed it to him. He pulled the top of the box off. Inside sat a nice dark brown felt hat with a brown leather strap around it. It was adorned with a small gun charm on the leather strap.

“(Y/n) this is, this is way too much,” he looked up at her.

“I bought it for you last year, I remember you saying you wanted to be a cowboy so I figured I’d buy it but I forgot it last time so there,” she beamed at him.

“Well, try it on,” she ushered He set the hat on his head, a perfect fit.

“Well?” he spun

“You look like a true cowboy Spence,”

They walked the property talking for hours. The air grew cold and bit at their cheeks.

“Hey do you want to see my favorite spot?” she asked

“Of course,” he grinned. They walked out into the woods behind the house before coming to a clearing. The sun was beginning to set. The mountains had a purple haze but the sky was bright blue. Golden streaks danced across the clouds. The clearing was full of dry grass and thistles that would become tumbleweeds when it got windy.

“(Y/n) this is amazing,” he breathed the fresh mountain air.

“This is my favorite part of being home, the Rocky Mountain Skies. They seem to dance with color. I forget how pretty they are when I leave,” she smiled and watched the clouds float by.

“Why did you leave?” Spencer asked. He turned to look at the girl next to him. She looked small in her coat and her hair was messy from the light wind.

“After my dad died. My mom got with my Stepdouch a month later, the will had been “lost” the will that would have granted my this ranch. The only reason I got it was Papa and grandma claimed they needed a place to live so I mean it’s theirs. My mom got mad because she wanted to sell it. and my cousin Rita wanted all of my dads horses, thousands of dollars worth of horses that she and my mom fought over and split the money on. That wasn’t dads vision, they never cared about this place. Mom moved us into town, So when I turned 18 I left,” she shrugged.

“I’m so sorry (Y/n)” he hugged her.

“It’s okay. So why did you want to be a cowboy?” She teased.

“Well I mean every little boy wants to be a cowboy, I wanted to catch the outlaws, or maybe be them I’m not sure,” he laughed.

“(Y/N), SPENCER, DINNER!” Dawn yelled to them.

“Race you there” she smacked his chest and took off.

“No fair!” he called after her.

#spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #Criminal Minds

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ressyfaerie · 3 years

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Dark Tyson fic; during G-Rev, Tyson snaps from stress and feelings of abandonment and joins Team BEGA. (Bonus points for Brooklyn getting close to Tyson to make Kai jealous. Black Dragoon optional, or maybe Boris gives him Black Dranzer...?!)

I saved the best for last.

I am a big fan of dark Tyson- love it. I’ve been thinking of this prompt for DAYS. I’m very excited to write this- as you know I am the angst queen. For the sake of this fic, g-rev timelines are going to be confusingly switched around, just because it makes more sense for the fic, and also- I’ve forgotten some important plot points and dont have the time to rewatch g-rev LMAO. Anything in * can be Tyson’s or Kai’s private thoughts!

So I finished writing this, and it's LONG. so I’ve actually uploaded it to archive first, because reading it on tumblr seems like a chore and a half, so here’s the archive link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30739397/chapters/75866906

It came out to 50 pages, and it’s 5 chapters on archive.

And here’s the first ‘chapter’ of the fic:

So here we go:

It was odd to see Kenny angry.

He tossed his laptop to the side, picking up spare bey parts in his hand.

“Kenny! I’m just saying- What are our chances? Without everyone else, we’re useless as a team-”

“I’ve been working so hard Tyson…” Kenny shook in anger, beside him. Hilary tried to place her hand on his shoulder to comfort him, but he shook her off.

“How could you say we’re useless?! When we’ve been trying so hard!?”

“It’s not enough! You know me and Diachi can’t work together-”

From the corner of the room, Diachi screeched, “Hey loser! I’m right here!”

“I know, you shitty little cherry tomato!”

Hilary tried to be the mediator, “Tyson, are you sure that’s how you really feel?”

Tyson nodded, “Our team has no hope. Now with BEGA taking over everything we can’t even get any parts, it’s useless-”

“How could you say that Tyson!” Kenny yelled louder than he ever had in his life, “You’re the one who’s supposed to be uplifting us! You’re the leader-”

“I don’t want to be a leader! We had a leader remember? And a coach?”

“You can’t give up!” Kenny begged and shook with anger, Tyson felt horrible, he knew Kenny had been working so hard, but they had lost too much, he felt there was no hope of recovery.

“Throw out your research Kenny, we’re done.” Tyson stared at the wooden floorboards of the dojo, completely defeated.

“AaaaH!” Kenny had launched himself forward- landing a strong right hook on Tyson’s cheek.

Tyson fell backwards, landing on his side and quickly sitting up to rub his cheek, “What the hell Kenny!?”

Kenny was furious, “you can throw away everything we’ve worked for if you want! Telling me to throw away *my* research?! You need to get yourself together Tyson!”

Tyson was left speechless, Hilary nodded, agreeing with Kenny, “if we’re going to defeat BEGA we need a Tyson who can hold himself together.”

“You’re heads messed up dude,” Diachi remarked, “We can’t work with you until you fix yourself.”

Tyson could feel the anger radiate through his body, “if you guys think I’m so messed up then maybe I should just leave!?”

“Then go.” Kenny hissed through clenched teeth.

“Fine! Good luck with hopper-” Tyson slammed his hands on the floor throwing himself to his feet, “Your beyblade that fucking hops- Beyblades aren’t supposed to hop Kenny!”

He slid open the shoji doors fast, and threw them closed, rattling the old dojo like an earthquake. Outside in the gardens, he cursed.

“Tyson?”

Hearing his grandpa’s voice behind him, he aggressively swung his body in his direction, “What is it Gramps? I’m not in the mood-”

“What’s going on with you and your friends?”

“Friends!?” Tyson spat.

“Oh no... Tyson-” Ryu shook his head.

“What? What is it? Is it something wrong with me?” Tyson’s whole body was stationary, emanating white anger.

“Your friends didn’t leave you to hurt you.”

“Not my friends- Friends don’t betray each other to go to different teams.”

“You *know* they didn’t betray you.”

“Then tell me why Kai went to BEGA.”

Grandpa stayed silent, he didn’t have a good reason why Kai went to BEGA, and no one knew why.

“I’m sure like Max and Ray, he just wanted to fight you again.”

“And Hiro?”

“He wanted to train stronger opponents for you-”

Tyson suddenly laughed, “he could have trained *me*.”

Ryu placed his hands in front of him, trying to calm his grandson down from a distance.

His Grandpa was more serious than he had been in years.

“He could have- I know it wasn’t the best thing for Hiro to do, but- he did it because he loves you.”

“Okay Grandpa, you have an answer for everything huh? Then answer me this- where’s my dad?”

The garden turned ice cold.

“I’m sure he’s around Tyson-”

“Does he not have a TV? Or a post office? How can he sit in some country, and not see what is happening to his own son!?” Tyson’s voice bellowed through the courtyard.

“I don’t know Tyson- he loves you.”

“No he doesn’t- It seems no one does-” Tyson was holding back angry sobs.

Ryu took a step forward, “Tyson I-”

“No!” Tyson screamed and threw his hand in front of him to keep him back, “stay away from me!”

The doors to the dojo opened, no doubt his make-shift team coming to see the commotion.

“You guys stay away from me too!” Tyson grasped his head and scratched his nails into his scalp, “Everyone just- stay away from me.”

No one could say anything, Tyson glanced around at the quiet group, “what? Are you guys afraid of me now or something?”

“Tyson, you need to calm down-” Ryu tried.

“No? Don’t tell me to calm down!-” Tyson took a step backwards, trying desperately to flee the situation, then it occurred to him- he could.

Tyson stared down the gravel beneath his feet, the world felt blurry, and in that moment his vision flashed red, he turned away running at full pace through the yard, and out the gates, flying down the street as he heard his only paternal figure and teammates calling for him.

Down the road, over a bridge, along the ocean, towards the river.

The sun was setting now, twilight was blanketing the world.

At the top of the riverbank he began to head towards the river, not knowing why. He slipped on the smooth grass landing on his back and groaning in pain.

He placed his hands over his face and cried.

He sobbed for everything- everything he lost, his friend’s, his reputation, his spirit.

He pulled himself off the grass and shoved his head in between his knees, still crying. Anger, sadness, regret, he felt it all at once. It was eating him from the inside out.

He let out a frustrated scream while jabbing his fingertips into his biceps, trying desperately to turn to dust, to become one with the earth.

He didn’t hear the footsteps approach him.

“I would ask if you’re okay- but I know the answer.”

“Whoever you are- Just leave me alone- please.” Tyson buried his head further into his knees.

He felt someone sit beside him, the grass crunched under their weight.

“Everyone’s left you.”

“I know that-” Tyson could barely make out the words.

“They left you for better teams, brighter pastures… You must think you’re not good enough for them.”

Tyson shook his head.

“You are. You’re better than all of them, probably better than all of them combined.”

Those words made Tyson perk his head up, wondering who his savior tonight could possibly be.

The purple hair stood out first, he wore a compassionate smile.

Tyson locked eyes with his arch-enemy but made no effort to change his expression.

“You’re allowed to be sad- and angry.”

Tyson became more frustrated, *why is it out of everyone I know, the evilest person tells me what I need to hear?*

Boris had an interesting voice. Tyson tried to dissect the tone, but he could only detect… Affection.

“What are you going to do now… World champion?”

Tyson felt his body go numb at the comment, so much was expected of him, but he had no way of accomplishing any of it.

Tyson tried to inhale before answering, a cough got stuck in his throat, and he answered in a hoarse voice, “I’m not sure.”

Boris continued smiling, he stared at the orange sun, just about to disappear under the horizon, “Do you want to show your friends how capable you are?”

Tyon managed to hold his head up for a moment, he slowly nodded.

“Good for you.”

His words seemed to calm him down against his will.

Tyson mumbled, “I won’t join BEGA.”

“I’m not asking you to. But I do have everything you need to arm yourself. Parts, training rooms, places to sleep, all the food you could ask for”

Tyson shook his head.

“No strings attached. Come see my training facilities tonight, if you don’t want to be there, you can leave.”

Tyson felt cold, the shadow of the setting sun crept over them, an ominous darkness crawled over his face, then Boris’.

“Or would you rather go back to your home tonight?”

Boris made a point. Tyson had no intention of going home tonight, but he had nowhere to stay.

His eyes darted back and forth, deep in thought.

Boris pushed himself off the ground and stepped to the top of the hill.

On the road next to them, a fancy car.

The purple-haired man opened the passenger door and gestured with his hand. Tyson gave him a blank stare.

“Come on, world champ.” He emphasized the last words just right- reminding Tyson how much was on his back, “what’ll it be?”

Tyson’s brain wasn’t working, logical thought was too much to process. What he did know was- he didn’t want to sit on this riverbank crying the rest of the night.

Boris waited, for minutes, holding the door open.

Tyson sniffed, he rubbed his nose with his forearm, crawled to his knees, and pushed himself off the ground.

“Good job, champion.” Boris grinned, giving him the unnecessary compliment.

Tyon was beside him now, he rested his fingertips on the top of the car door, feeling the cold black metal under his nails.

“It’ll be warmer inside when I turn on the heat,” Boris reassured Tyson, inspecting his skin, covered in goosebumps from the cold.

“O...kay…”

Tyson crawled into the passenger seat weakly.

He did turn on the heat. The heated seats warmed Tyson’s whole body. He watched the street lamps roll past as he hunched into the leather.

Boris drove like an old man- but also a maniac. Driving the speed limit, but taking turns at the same speed.

The BEGA building towered over the whole city. They pulled into a parking garage, the gates rose with Boris’ presence.

After parking in a special stall, Boris turned off the car and climbed out, he walked to Tyson’s side opening the door for him. Tyson didn’t have the energy to complain that he could have done it himself, and instead, followed the older man to a specific elevator.

They rode the elevator in silence.

When the door opened, Boris walked ahead, Tyson followed cautiously.

Inside another heavy metal door was darkness, Boris flicked a switch and the lights invaded the room.

The room was filled with dirt and boulders, in the center, a beydish carved into the earth.

“This room was made to be destroyed,” Boris explained.

Tyson pushed his hands into his pocket, caressing Dragoon with his hand.

“You’re welcome to destroy it- if you’d like.”

Tyson still felt emotion linger in his chest, the frustration was killing him, it was a tempting offer, but he knew if he wrecked his blade in the process, he had no way of fixing it.

“I’m not recording, I’m not analyzing you, I’ll just step back. You do what you need to do.”

Tyson pulled out his launcher and loaded Dragoon, he directed his launch to a rock.

“AAAUUGH!” Tyson roared as he put all his anger into letting go.

Dragoon split the rock clean through with ease, the two halves crashing to the ground.

Tyson continued to scream and throw his hands giving Dragoons orders at a lighting pace. The room was soon covered in dust from the obliterated rocks, while sand rolled over the floor.

Tyson was holding his chest, trying to get air into his lungs with fast painful breaths, he realized the amount of air he needed wasn’t arriving, so he continued to destroy the room.

After all the rocks were annihilated, he fell to his knees. He was out of tears, his eyes were wide open. As he witnessed the destroyed room under his body, Boris began to clap.

“Bravo! Amazing, spectacular! A performance only one person in the whole world could accomplish!”

Dragoon obediently arrived at Tyson’s knees, he picked him up and inspected him.

*Trashed. I’m sorry Dragoon.*

He shoved him safely back into his pocket.

“Fantastic job, Tyson.” Boris was in front of him now, holding out his hand to help him up.

Tyson wanted to refuse, but his legs were like jelly, he grasped his hand using it as his crutch.

“You must be thirsty after a performance like that! Come- I have a room prepared.”

Tyson found himself in an extremely fancy penthouse. Extravagant food was laid out on a table with every kind of drink next to it.

Boris had gestured to a couch telling him to sit down, when he did, the soft plush absorbed him. The comfort felt amazing on his aching muscles.

“What do you want to drink, champion?” Boris popped open a wine bottle and poured himself a glass.

Tyson watched him cautiously, he had never seen an adult drink alcohol so casually in front of him- he was underage after all.

“Do you want some of this?” Boris gestured to his crystal glass and grinned.

“No- Just water, thanks.”

“Any food?” Boris asked as he handed him a glass of cold water from the table.

Tyson accepted it and began to drink, he stopped for a moment, “not hungry.”

“You’ve been through a lot tonight, that’s understandable.”

Tyson took another worried sip, “Yeah.” Tyson’s eyes darted side to side.

“You must be wondering about the room?”

“Is this your place?” Tyson took a good look at the penthouse this time.

“Actually, it was supposed to be yours, when I finally convinced you to join BEGA, but-” Boris took a sip of his wine, “it seems like that just isn’t going to happen.”

Tyson felt a wave of exhaustion fall over him. He felt like he had been hit by a truck.

“Let me show you around,” Boris suggested.

Tyson decided to follow, he needed to get off the couch before he fell asleep.

He showed him the kitchen, balcony, hot tub, fireplace, and finally the bedroom.

“King Size bed, very comfortable, you can lay down if you want.”

Tyson could sense his eyes closing, it had been a long day, he had never felt this tired, even after training all night.

Boris sat on the edge of the bed, patting the spot beside him. Without questioning, Tyson was sitting beside him too.

“It’s okay to rest sometimes. Have you ever seen a champion win on fumes?”

“I have.” Tyson tried to grin, but failed.

“Go to sleep Tyson.”

“No- not here.”

Boris took his empty water glass out of his hand- he gently pushed his shoulder, Tyson collapsed backwards into the bed.

“Sleep.”

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in-tua-deep · 4 years

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tua s1 rewatch with my roommate

episode one (I forgot for the first episode oops):

I have been treated to pictures of a lovely cosplay of Klaus who won a cosplay contest my roommate was in !!

Klaus putting his arm in front of Five during the funeral fight is good shit

“I have heard like nothing about Vanya” “yeah that’s pretty much how she’s treated in show as well”

“I can see why he’s the fandom favorite” - about Klaus

“Istanbul is in the firST EPISODE?”

I forGOT about the “rapists can climb” line when he breaks into Vanya’s apartment omg but also like,, his dumb arm wound

Episode two:

HERR CARLSON

Aww baby fives first time travel his little smile. Baby. Baby boy. And the dawning horror in the apocalypse baby nO

Five: you got anything stronger

Also five: takes one sip and then fills up more, takes another sip, and then immediately puts it down ?????

The motel dude for hazel and cha cha just looks at them like “yeah these are serial killers” and just rolls with it

Also actually why tf doesn’t the commission spring for better stuff?? Why would they cut costs?? They time travel? They could game the stock market so hard ?????? Give the assassins their own rooms omg

Also why didn’t five like. Crush his tracker. Why did he just leave it whole and intact outside of the Griddys.

Forgot how much I love Agnes

(Oh man it is storming bad here it just BOOMED)

Also idk if Diego actually deserved that taser hmmmmm but also like,, communication lads five was literally right there killing people and Diego is like “hmm something is up here” like. Yeah Diego ur big brother “I can get my sibling in trouble for something” senses are tingling

Wow I really did repress all these Allison and Luther scenes huh. Also it’s still super cute that Allison read Claire moon books

Allison: dads heart gave out, which wasn’t how I was expecting to find out dad had a heart but it tracks

“SHUT YOUR PIEHOLE BEN... said with love 😘”

Did five actually sleep at Vanyas?? The sofa looks undisturbed but he had to wait for work hours to interrogate the meritech people,, five,, please sleep. The whole “IF YOU CALL ME YOUNG MAN ONE MORE TIME” interaction makes more sense with five on. Zero sleep.

I didn’t remember that Patch straight up knows about the umbrella academy oops. Like she clocks Diego as overcompensating for his childhood. Queen

Is that an umbrella adademy Diego cross stitch on Diego’s wall?? Did he buy that? Make it?? Did grace make it?

Vanya, walking into the academy: five??? five? pspspspspsps

Also like. Who was Vanyas therapist??? Clearly they did not help her

Aww the tow truck driver :(

I know the show wants me to dislike Patrick I KNOW,, and I think her fathers funeral is extenuating circumstance?? But still Patrick is valid for not giving an inch regarding his ex who mind controlled his child. Vanya didn’t really deserve Allison snapping at her but like. She had some good points. Allison arguably would have had to deal with vanyas book more than anyone else

Five smiling proudly at Klaus’s drama at meritech bless but also KLAUS DONT BREAK GLASS ON YOURSELF

Me, spotting Leonard: BASTARD

Love how everyone greets Diego in the gym and don’t question all his knives or anything like “yeah that’s Diego he lives here and loves knives :)”

Why could Leonard have not been like. A normal ass guy. Vanya needs friends who sympathize with her holy shit get this person some socialization

Pogo really did have to lead these kids by hand to the recording rooms because literally no one was super invested in reginalds ~murder mystery~

ahafahJAGSJWGAI MY ROOMMATE JUST SAID POGO IS THE BEST CHARACTER SO FAR,,,, I will probably never include pogo in my fics because I do Not Care About Him lmaoooo

Aww five does to see Dolores and being like “it’s been a rough couple of days :(“,,,,, baby,,,, but also tag yourself I’m hazel going “elastic wrist splint yesssssss”

Five I am begging you PLEASE get some sleep

OH FIVE SHAKING DIEGO IN THE APOCALYPSE TO TRY AND WAKE HIM UP OHHHHH OH :(

Episode 3:

my roommate is super faceblind which is an issue bc she identifies people mainly by hairstyle so seeing the s2 stuff on tumblr is tripping her over bc she keeps seeing diego and going ??? who is that again? bc she’s seen his longer hair

okay there is no way that the eggs that grace put in that pan are the ones that ended up on the smiley face breakfast plate,,, but also grace that whole scene was a mood honestly i would be like “okay maybe mom killed dad BUT he deserved it sooooo”

“what the FUCK” - my roommate about cha-cha’s shitty wound care where she holds a curling iron against her arm

i didn’t remember that five got shOT AT THE DEPARTMENT STORE did i just erase that from my memory?? i mean yeah it’s a graze but he stitches it up and then slaps a bandaid on it so he has a wound that needed stitches on his shoulder for the entire show ??????? is he okay???? that would make moving your arm,,, painful,,,,,

a bandaid just slapped over it i’m actively yelling

“Sometimes when I see a million gifs of a show before I watch I get really surprised when they talk but he is exactly what I expected” - my roommate, about five

“I noticed they’ve only really showed diego in really badly lit scenes so far” - my roommate defending her lack of ability to recognize diego

i’m still laughing about pogo literally having to point out the murder tapes and now allison and luther are investigating and just. allison is lowkey defending grace and i’m laughing

“why is he saying woodwork is embarrassing that’s like one of the most middle of the wood hobbies to have. you’re respectable to grandpas who used to carve wooden ducks AND twenty-year-olds who can’t make anything to save their lives” - my roommate on leonard peabody

“i think he’s already crossing some lines he’s met this lady ONCE” - roommate on leonard/vanya

five having flashbacks in the car :(

did allison and luther draw straws for who went to fetch which sibling?? allison was like “dibs on vanya” and luther was just like “aww :(”

five luther and klaus in the van - BOYS NIGHT BOYS NIGHT let’s go pick up diego

“the coat he’s wearing does have a nice swish to it” - roommate about klaus’s coat

luther being like “you’re just as messed up as the rest of us and we’re all you have” like luther,,, baby,,,,, you literally ARE all he has,,,,,, his family is the only thing he’s really cared about since he was thirteen and maybe before then :(

“I can’t tell if those are supposed to be cake or yeast donuts... i think extruded donuts are cake donuts but she said she lets them rise so maybe they’re yeast?” - my roommate focusing on all the things that i do not

sometimes i forget that hazel and cha-cha pretended to be private detectives trying to find a lost child in a potentially dangerous situation,,, five would be disgusted

“she shouldn’t get a vote” “i was gonna say i agree with you” “she should get a vote!!” this is peak sibling energy honestly i think i’ve had that exact interaction with my siblings voting for a movie or something

“hashtag android rights”

“I want to be the tailor who gets a call one day that says ‘i want you to make clothes for a chimpanzee”

is it telling that only luther in the flashback didn’t really talk to grace at all,, i mean five didn’t either but i think he was gone by that point in the flashback ????

wait diego tells grace that she worked for him for thirty years,,, the kids are 29 and later it’s implied she was built bc vanya kept killing nannies when they were like four but maybe s2 clarifies that some more?? or diego just is rounding up

“that’s an interesting fabric to her skirt” - my roommate about grace’s outfit

forgot that hazel and cha cha broke the door to the manor busting in,, do they ever fix that?? we’re only at episode three do they spend the rest of the season with their door open to anyone on the streets

okay that bathtub is WAY too small to allow for klaus to be moving his elbows about like that underwater smh

“how is HE useful on mission??” my roommate about klaus

where is the SECURITY SYSTEM??? luther LITERALLY said that reggie was more paranoid and yet some assassin can just bust down the door and have unrestricted access????? he built a whole ROBOT but no security system????????

“maybe it was like,, practice for the kids? someone breaks in and they take care of it? wait no that doesn’t explain the thirteen years they’ve been gone?”

“why WAS he on the moon?” - about luther

“I want to see what she’s embroidering!!” about grace during the gunfight in the living room she’s absolutely ignoring diego getting shot at

what is a rope-a-dope,,,, diego yells “EVER HEARD OF A ROPE-A-DOPE???” at luther but like. no i haven’t. what does that MEAN diego

aww i forgot they played sinnerman, love that song

“what are you doing dude, rumor has it you’re not shooting at me that’s all you need to do” i mean. the roommate is not wrong. allison could just end the fight with a yell. i understand she’s pissed off and has rumor trauma but like cha cha is actively trying to murder them

how is luther not winning he literally has super strength. does hazel have super strength? just punch the man and knock him out jesus y’all suck at this smh

why is there such intense music we all been knew about luther’s strength - oH HIS BODY

forgot about that

is it allison’s fault that klaus got kidnapped because she didn’t literally just rumor them to give up?? like she literally has that power. she could have been like “i heard a rumor you left and forgot about us” it didn’t even need to be violent?? i understand she has rumor trauma but this i feel is allowable circumstances

diego showing his worry about vanya by getting angry which honestly i think all the siblings do that rip none of these idiots have even heard of healthy communication in their LIVES

you know,, i don’t think vanya can drive. she takes the bus. she took a taxi to leonard’s house. we see her walking a lot. does she know how to drive?? i imagine that the umbrella academy were taught bc of mission related stuff but,,, vanya wasn’t?? that’s just depressing tbh

#tua rewatch #i cannot beliEVE she likes pogo so much #pogo was complicit in the hargreeves abuse no i wont change my mind #i would be more likely to forgive him if he didnt keep mentioning how much reginald loved them #pogo fam dont say that #youre just going to feed luthers daddy issues #more to come #i cannot BELIEVE i forgot five got shot/grazed in the arm by a bullet #he slaps a BANDAID OVER IT #right after i said five is better at woundcare than cha cha with the curling iron #he just #slaps a bandaid on it #not even a big bandaid #that motherfucker

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indysstuff · 4 years

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Chan x female reader nsfw

This is my first post on tumblr and I am insanely nervous about it, but ive been wanting to try out writing after I stopped doing it for so long so I figured why not. I hope people like it :)

Y/n and I were never exclusive, we never put labels on anything but the whole group pretty much knew not to mess with her, that she was mine even if it wasn’t labeled....

Even so, we still acted like a couple in a lot of ways, we were always touching in some way, holding hands, cuddling, I had her on my lap almost every single time I was in the studio.

And then sometimes she’d slide down underneath my desk and in between my legs.

“whatcha doin down there?” I asked smirking slightly looking down at her,

“m’bored..” was all the response I got before she slowly pulled down my sweatpants and pulled my already half hard dick out, stroking it slowly making it grow to full hardness within minutes as I let out soft grunts and sighs.

I gasped slightly as I heard my door to the studio open and a loud changbin and jisung walked in uninvited, mumbling about how they both were hungry and wanted food. With Y/N still under the desk...

I quickly cleared my throat doing my best to hide the fact, and looked at them annoyed “can’t you two go bicker somewhere else..? i’m working” I huffed out, prompting jisung to whine softly,

“we want food...if you order it we’ll leave you be” he said smiling softly, hopefully.

“fine fine...just..text me what you want and i’ll o-order it..” I stuttered slightly when I felt y/n’s tongue dip into my slit and I clenched my jaw slightly listening to the happy cries of the boys, as they ran out closing the door to text me what they wanted.

I growled quietly as I slowly slid my chair back looking down at her. “you’re playing a dangerous game kitten..” I growled out softly

Y/N’s pov

I smirked as the two whining boys walked out and i looked up at chan as he growled out “youre playing a dangerous game kitten..”

Licking my lips I pout “ i was just trying to make you feel good..” I purred and slowly wrapped my lips around his cock slowly going down as far as I could without gagging and started a rhythm as I listened to his soft groans.

I yelped slightly as he grabbed me by my hair and yanked me up and slammed his lips into mine and I moaned, melting into the kiss as he slid me into his lap and I whined quietly as my clothed heat rubbed against his length.

“Since you so seem so needy…why dont you ride my thigh hm?” He smirked and I blushed red as I bit my lip trying to hide my face in his neck and he chuckled deep in his chest gently grabbing my hips and moving me slowly onto one of his thighs and slowly ground my hips down and I gasped loudly, pouting at the smug look on his face before biting my lip in slight concentration. I started to grind down creating a slow but constant rhythm, suddenly moaning loudly when he bucked his leg, his thigh hitting my clit roughly making me shake and desperately move faster, my hands eagerly grasping his shoulders for more support, my moans getting louder and louder as he continued to move his thigh up, increasing my pleasure.

“I-i’m gonna come..” I whined out “P-please let me..ive been good” I cry out and he smirks and watches me fall apart “Go on baby girl…make yourself come on my thigh like the dirty little thing you are..” he grunted out and almost immediately I felt myself come undone, making a mess in my panties and whining softly, slouching down onto his chest panting quietly, looking up at him when he chuckled softly “I’m not done with you yet princess..” he smirked tilting my chin up to kiss me, his words and action making me whine in anticipation.

“J-just fuck me chan..cmon i’ve been good..” I whined quietly as he shook slightly under his strong hold.

He smirked and moved me gently to the couch and laid me down slowly, taking his shirt off showing off his toned abs, I whined quietly as I leaned up and went to touch but pouted when he grabbed my hands and moved them away “no touching yet princess...” he purred as he laid me back down kissing me gently, very lightly licking my bottom lip and I opened my mouth just slightly allowing his tongue to meet mine. I moaned softly into his mouth as I felt his fingers gently run over my clit, already sensitive from the previous orgasm.

“so wet for me princess...could just slip right in huh? Still gonna prep you though...don’t wanna hurt my baby” he purred quietly and kissed my neck gently, sucking marks down to my collar bone, “People will see these and know you’re mine.” he growled as he pushed two fingers into me and started a slow rhythm. After a few minutes I was whining softly begging for something more, anything more.

He cooed at me gently “you’re so cute when you beg baby...but I do think you’re ready now..” he hummed as he took his his cock and gently pushed in groaning lightly “holy shit baby...still so tight..” he groaned his eyes rolling back slightly along with mine as I felt him stretch me open.

“can I move baby..?” he asked softly as he reached up his thumb gently toying with my nipple making me whine quietly arching my back up “y-yes chan please move..” I whispered softly

With permission he pulled out and thrust back in roughly, making me cry out as he started a quick pace making me basically scream in pleasure.

“fuck yes baby...scream for me..” he moaned into my ear as he pinched my nipple, the pleasure of both becoming overwhelming, making tears come to my eyes.

“you good baby?” he asked panting softly

I nodded quickly “mmhm..” I whined “j-just feels so good..” I cried out as I felt him hit my gspot dead on. “f-fuck chan! i’m gonna cum..” I squeaked out my body shaking slightly as I bucked my hips

“holy shit..cum with my baby..gonna cum too..” he growled and I lost it as I cried out coming on his cock, the feeling making me moan loudly before he came inside me making me shudder.

“so good baby...my good girl hm?” he purred and slowly pulled out.

I whine softly and closed my eyes, “you sleepy babe?” he asked chuckling softly ask I nodded wordlessly.

“let’s get you dressed and we can go home and take a nice bath then sleep okay?” he smiled softly when I smiled softly and nodded again.

“so cute..” he smiled softly.

fin~

#chan #bang chan #smut #bangchan smut #bangchan reader #skz smut

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gidleboo · 4 years

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Punishment

an imagine where Soyeon teaches her bratty little girlfriend a lesson.

requested by: @zkdmnl

Word Count : 1,326

warnings: BDSM, strong language, slight abuse (please do NOT read if you are sensitive)

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Soyeon dragged you inside your room by the hair harshly, not giving a shit at how painful it must've been. You sob as she threw you on the floor and slammed the door shut. She walked over to you and grabbed your chin harshly, forcing you to look up at her. "You fucking brat." Soyeon spat.

Soyeon slapped you and your eyes widened from the sudden action as your cheek started to go numb from the pain. "Go strip," Soyeon demanded as she grabbed a box from under the bed.

You trembled from both fear and excitement as you slowly took off your clothes, one by one. It's your first time seeing Soyeon like this and just the thought of what she's about to do to you gave you goosebumps.

"Get over here," Soyeon instructed, her tone venomous, once you've finally discarded your panties. You nervously walked over before Soyeon got annoyed with how slow you were being. Soyeon harshly tugged on your arm as your body fell on her lap and you panic, finally realizing what she was gonna do.

You were horrible with spanks and Soyeon knows that, which just proves how mad she actually was. You lift your head to protest when Soyeon interrupts whatever you were about to say and asks softly, "Color?"

Your heart melted. Despite how irritated may be Soyeon, she still asked for your consent which you loved about her. You hesitate a bit before deciding, "Green."

That was all Soyeon needed to hear before her gaze darkened and she snarled, "Then shut the fuck up and start counting, bitch." her hand landing the first rough hit on your ass. Tears started forming in your eyes but you kept strong as you choked out, "One."

Soyeon's spanks started to grow harsher by the second. You haven't even reached past six and you were already a crying mess. Soyeon landed a particularly hard slap which made your eyes widened as you gasp out from the pain, forgetting to count.

Soyeon pulled your hair back with no pity, forcing you to look at her and you quickly counted, "T-Ten!" Soyeon gave you a mock-pitiful look and cooed mockingly, "Aw, you can't handle it anymore?"

You sobbed and nodded before Soyeon smirked sadistically and slapped your ass as hard as she can. You cried out from the overwhelming pain and she let go of your hair abruptly, causing your head to drop. Your eyes were overflowing with tears as they ran down your cheeks.

"Get up." Soyeon barked as she pushed you off of her lap. You flinched and more tears streamed down your face as your sore ass landed on the rug. Soyeon grabbed your arm and forced you to stand while you wobble and struggled to stay on your feet.

Soyeon tossed you face down on the bed and told you to wait. You hear her rummage through some stuff before you hear the snapping of her belt. Your eyes widened and you lifted your head to look before feeling a hand force your head down.

"Did I tell you to move?" Soyeon snapped at you and you shook your head in fear. Soyeon let go of your head as you anticipated the first hit, your body trembling. Soyeon dragged the metal part of her belt from the top of your back up until your ass.

You shivered and let out a whimper when finally, Soyeon strikes your ass with her belt harshly. You scream from the brutal pain as you grasped the sheets tightly in your hands.

"That's," Soyeon hit you harder than the last one which made you flinch and cry out. "What you get," Soyeon continued as she strikes your ass rougher this time which almost makes you scream out the safe word but you don't, as you sob.

"For misbehaving." Soyeon ended her sentence with a rough hit on your ass and you screamed from the unbearable pain as you start to feel you dizzy. Soyeon dropped her belt and looked at the masterpiece she made.

You were a complete mess. Your eyes were bloodshot as tears continued streaming down your cheeks, your ass was dark red with a light scar caused by the belt, and your whole body was trembling so much as you breathe unevenly.

"What would the other members say when they see you like this, so vulnerable." Soyeon's hands squeezed your ass and spread them apart while you moan from slight pain and pleasure. You gasp as you feel Soyeon's tongue slide up your dripping slit and you moan.

"You dirty little brat. You're already dripping wet from all that spanking." Soyeon mocked as she inserted a finger inside your pussy. You sigh and moaned as she started moving slowly, her tongue circling your anus.

Soyeon continued for a few moments before she suddenly pulled back. You start to whimper from the loss of pleasure as you begged, "Please." Soyeon ignored you flipped you over so you were laid on your back as you stared up at her.

Soyeon stood in front of the bed with her arms crossed and she instructed, "Be a good little bitch and fuck yourself in front of me." Your body trembled under her stare as you slowly spread your legs and rub your clit in circles.

You moaned in pleasure as you easily inserted two fingers inside of you and Soyeon watched your fingers pumped themselves in and out your pussy. "Keep your eyes open." Soyeon snapped as she saw you slowly close your eyes from the pleasure as your moans started getting louder.

You tried your hardest to keep your eyes open as you started to pump your fingers at a faster pace, Soyeon completely loving the sight. You felt yourself getting closer and closer as your other hand rubbed your clit rapidly when Soyeon suddenly ripped your hands away from your pussy and pinned them above your head.

You whined loudly and try to rub your legs together when Soyeon barked, "Dont you dare! Spread your legs, right now." You whimpered as your eyes filled with tears once again and you obeyed as you spread your legs.

Soyeon grabbed her yellow handcuffs and cuffed both your hands to the headboard as she searched her box and brought out her favorite vibrator. Soyeon positioned herself in between your legs and switched the vibrator to the highest setting which made your pussy throb.

Soyeon pressed the vibrator on your clit and you let out a breathy moan. Soyeon stayed in that position until she felt you getting close. She removed the vibrator away from your pussy and you whimpered weakly, "Please." You bucked your hips in the air.

"Aw, you want to cum? Well too bad bitch." Soyeon was having way too much fun controlling your orgasm as she kept pressing the vibrator onto you clit only to remove it when you were close.

It got to the point where you were so sensitive that the second Soyeon pressed the vibrator onto your clit, you felt yourself immediately cumming. Too bad for you, Soyeon removed the vibrator right away as you cum from nothing, your orgasm ruined.

"No!" You whined and sobbed, unsatisfied with the orgasm you received. "Did you just cum from nothing?" Soyeon sneered. You felt tears start to flow down your face once again as you nodded weakly.

Soyeon turned off the vibrator, satisfied, and uncuffed both your hands from the headboard.

. . . . .

"How does that feel baby?" Soyeon softly asked as she rubbed ointment cream all over your ass, massaging them gently. You hummed as a reply, too tired to say anything.

Soyeon pulled up your pajamas after she was done and stood up to place the cream back on the cabinet as she returned to the bed to cuddle with you.

Soyeon peppered your face with soft kisses, reminding you that she loves you no matter how hard she went on you.

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i literally had to rewrite less than a half of these because tumblr didn't save my work so i apologize if the ending kind of sucked since i got lazy

if you guys were somehow offended because of this, I deeply apologize. but to be fair, y'all we're warned from the start!

also i didnt really mention what the reader did for soyeon to snap so its up to you guys to imagine

anyways, thank you so much @zkdmnl for requesting with prompt numbers 10, 12 and 23

thanks for reading❣

#gidle #gidle imagines #gidle scenarios #gidle drabble #jeon soyeon #gidle soyeon #gidle smut #idlecreations #idlecreation

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itwillbeall-dwight · 4 years

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twilight fog

quentin smith & jake park; no tws unless you count freddy; 1482 words

a/n: TUMBLR. DELETED. THE ASK. AS I. WAS. EDITTING MY POST.

N E WAYS, i hope this gets out to you anon! this was a lot of fun for me to write, considering how much i love quentin and how indifferent i am to jake. i didn’t write it intending for it to be romantic but if you wanna interpret it as such, you may do so!

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Preview: But he wasn’t done. As he let the sleeve of his shirt go from his fingers, and reached behind him to grab his jacket and rest it on his lap, he found himself speaking again. “What’re you doing here?” “Wish I could tell you.” “...No, not like… here, just. Here. With me.” “It’s my thinking tree.” “Huh?” Without looking behind him, Jake moved his shoulder and pointed to the tree bark just behind him. Sure enough, crudely carved with something blunt, his initials, JP, were right there. “...Shit, now I feel-” “Don’t.” The survivalist cut him off before he could finish, glancing up for a moment or two. “You needed it more than me. I can share.”

A four-man escape. Their best performance yet. So why was it that it was so hard for him to breathe?

Quentin rubbed his nose with the back of his sleeve, sure that the smell of the meat plant was going to get stuck up there, considering how long he’d hidden in the freezer for. Loud whoops from Kate as she slapped Jeff’s back in celebration, the poor man thrown off by the girl’s excitement but still grateful nonetheless, were drowned out by the familiar white noise tickling the back of his brain. The boy looked back to where their trial had just ended, and just beyond the ashy entrails that blocked entrance back in, he saw the familiar figure and the shadow of a claw, just… watching him leave. He saw it move, and one by one, its claws individually moving in a mocking, cutesy wave - see you, for now, until next time. And for a moment, it was if that hand was wrapped around his neck, and ripping the air he was trying to breathe out from his lungs.

Thankfully, the combination of a hyped-up Kate and just Jane herself, in general, was enough to let him sneak away. The campfire was loud, and the fog in the back of his head was getting louder. Quentin wrapped his arms around himself, cold wind shaking him to the core, or maybe, it wasn’t, because it seemed Freddy still had that core in a tight grip, ripping it to ribbons as he felt his knees get weak. Leaning a shoulder against a stray tree, he found himself sliding down to sit on the forest floor, leaves damp despite no rain, pulling his sleeves over his hands and gripping the fabric in a tight fist, just to feel something. It was hard to breathe, the fog was in his lungs and it felt like he was suffocating, and every time he closed his eyes to will himself to take a breath, all he saw was twitching claws and hear the haunting lullaby that followed him in his dreams. But he was awake, he had to be awake. ...Was he awake? Oh god, was he awake-

“Taken?”

The voice scared him, physically feeling himself lurch as he looked up as Jake’s face, light hitting his back and casting his shadow over Quentin. “Uh, no, c-come over.” Please don’t, he silently begged.

But he didn’t pay attention to those unspoken pleas, the survivalist taking a seat beside him on the floor, opening to toolbox he’d brought with him, and slowly sorting through it. Metal hit metal as tools collided with the box and one another, his rummaging slow and meticulous.

Quentin rubbed his eyes with the back of his sleeve. Had Jake seen him crying? He must have, he was always a mess when he cried, the whole works. He kept rubbing until his eyes hurt, throbbing from the soreness of canvas against skin, before he moved his hands to hold himself, scratching at his arm. What was he going to think? Jake was the silent pillar at the campfire, stoic, kept to himself but always had something to say about someone. Always watching. He probably thought he was weak, sat here on his own like this. Surely he-

“Knock it off.”

He paused his thoughts to look up, a bit startled as Jake was now looking at him, a spanner in his hand. A quiet sniffle. “S-sorry, I can’t-”

“No, your arm.” He pointed, and only now did Quentin notice that the jacket had torn, blood staining where a claw had dragged across his skin, now drying. The skin underneath was raw, red and inflamed from the repeated scratching, and blood had gotten all over his hands and fingernails. “‘Don’t get infected here, but good practise. If we get out.”

“Ah, I… guess.”

Jake stared, frowning a little deeper than he was at default, before he put the spanner he was holding back into the toolbox and moved his hands to the back of his neck. “Take off your jacket.”

“W-what?”

“I said-”

“N-no, no, I… I heard you, I’m just...” He trailed off, not really sure how to explain his thought process when he could barely understand it himself, between the brain fog and the white noise, and how much the wires in his brain were naturally crossed when it came to conversation.

The other survivor looked away for a moment, seemingly focused on whatever he was doing with his hands, which turned out to be undoing his scarf from around his neck. He seemed so naked without it. “I was gonna wrap your arm, just until you decide when you wanna go back.”

So they hadn’t noticed he was gone, so Jake wasn’t sent to come after him. Huh. “Ah… right, sorry.” And so Quentin did as he was told, letting his jacket fall on the floor behind him as he pulled up the sleeve of his shirt a little, watching Jake tie the scarf around his lanky arm with expert precision.

He nodded as he finished, quickly moving his hand away and going back to focusing on the toolbox he’d brought with him, seemingly wanting nothing else to do with Quentin.

But he wasn’t done. As he let the sleeve of his shirt go from his fingers, and reached behind him to grab his jacket and rest it on his lap, he found himself speaking again. “What’re you doing here?”

“Wish I could tell you.”

“...No, not like… here, just. Here. With me.”

“It’s my thinking tree.”

“Huh?”

Without looking behind him, Jake moved his shoulder and pointed to the tree bark just behind him. Sure enough, crudely carved with something blunt, his initials, JP, were right there.

“...Shit, now I feel-”

“Don’t.” The survivalist cut him off before he could finish, glancing up for a moment or two. “You needed it more than me. I can share.”

The harshness of his affirmation made Quentin stop, mouth hanging with another excuse on the tip of his tongue before he decided it would be best to drop it again, not wanting to drag on the pity. He looked down at his hands, to his own blood on his fingertips, gently tugging at the sleeves. “What’re you… thinking about?”

“Hm?” He looked up again.

“You said this was your thinking tree, so what are you thinking about?”

Jake looked away for a moment, down at his toolbox, before glancing back up and shrugging his shoulders. “I dunno.”

He didn’t know what else he expected, really. Still, it made him laugh a little, still shaking a bit, and for a moment he swore he was Jake’s mouth tug into an ever-so-slight smile.

They didn’t say much else after that, and the sound of rummaging tools was more of a comfort than anything anxiety-inducing, enough that Quentin had even taken to watching him sort (he would have closed his eyes and listened, but he couldn’t bear to do it, not here, not now) with precision.

“What’re you missing?”

“Hacksaw. Think we have a few spare, I don’t know.”

“Oh, we do. I think David brought one back a few trials ago.”

Jake hummed, nodding to himself as he put everything back again, picking the wet leaves off every so often.

The boy watched him again, looking up to analyse his face for a moment, before he continued. “Uh… thanks.”

The box snapped shut, the mechanism locking as he flicked it up and over the latch again, as the survivalist looked over, eyebrow raised.

“Well, just- for the… scarf,” He lifted up his arm, waving it around weakly before letting it rest again, elbow on his thight. “And, uh… being here.”

“I was coming here anyway. It’s fine. But…” Jake paused, tapping a gloved hand on top of the metal box resting in front of him. “You’re, uh… welcome. Just- don’t… do this again. People are gonna ask. You probably dont wanna talk about it. So, I dunno, if you feel… bad. I’m- well, I’m not good, but-”

“I think this is the most I’ve heard you say in one breath.”

Jake was caught off guard by that, and then, Quentin was entirely sure he smiled at him. “Yeah… guess so.”

So he didn’t have to have an impromptu therapy session yet, at least. Jake knew something was up, but he wasn’t going to ask… nor was he forget about it either. But that wasn’t as unnerving as it should have been. Because now Jake kept an eye on him, and little by little, there were cracks starting to show in that cold exterior he’d put on for so long. So, in a way, the worst of it had brought on a new era at the campfire. The one where Quentin could close his eyes and smile, and the one where Jake could finally connect with someone.

#dead by daylight #quentin smith #jake park #parksmith #(i suppose)#off the record #prove thyself

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ellana-ravenwood · 5 years

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Salt, Tequila, Lemon - Jason Todd x Reader

Please read this intro, thank you very much :

So. I posted this yesterday, but after a bug on the Tumblr app on my phone it got deleted. I’m super bummed out because it had over 200 notes and quite a few feedbacks that I never got to read because it was accidentally deleted...If the people that took the time to comment things on the story could take a bit more time to write a little comment again and give me their feedbacks, and also if the people that liked and reblog could do it once more...i’d appreciate the hell out of you <3. So reposting it (thanks god I always have back ups of all my stories now). Written in twenty minutes during my break at work. Bam. Hope you’ll like it :

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Ok. So. Grandma’s remedy against heartbreak ? Oh, right.

Salt. Tequila. Lemon.

Got it. Licking the back of your hand to make the salt stick to it, you pour yourself a massive shot of “To-Kill-Ya” in your coffee mug, not even caring about the fact that there is still some remnant of your cappuccino from last night in it.

You focus on the sound the liquid makes as it fills your cup. Makes you think about something else. Good. Yup. This was totally gonna help right now.

“Cheers”, you exclaim to yourself, your empty apartment echoing your voice.

Salt.

Wincing. Stingy. Salt on its own is gross.

Tequila.

More wincing. Oh my god, it burns. The coffee that was still at the bottom of the cup is an oddly nice touch.

Lemon.

The last of the Wincing.

You spit the piece of lemon you just bit into in the trash and…miss. The yellow fruit falls with a little flat sound on the floor, and you honestly can’t bother to pick it up. Your apartment is a mess anyway, so you just stare at it angrily and pour yourself another drink.

Salt. Tequila. Lemon.

You gulp the last of the citrus and shiver. Miss the trash again.

Damn. This was good.

Well, actually, it was disgusting.

You didn’t like strong alcohol and what the Hell ?! Why did you leave a bit of coffee in your cup ? Now that the aftertaste was kicking in, it was actually really gross. If the tequila itself didn’t make you wanna throw up, the stale coffee taste nearly did. Oh, and the salt and lemon combination was as awful as ever.

You really didn’t like salt, tequila, or lemon.

But it was still good.

Because thanks to all this immediate awfulness, you could slowly feel yourself drift into “haze land”, and forget about your worries.

Forget that your boyfriend of two years just cheated on you with some random woman you worked with. Woman that, by the way, he met at the Christmas “end of the year” party from you work you invited him to…You gave him free champagne and mise-en-bouche and all your love, and he broke your heart.

It wasn’t your thing, to drink your sorrow away. And it wasn’t your thing either to wallow because of a man…But you genuinely thought he was “the one” (oh what a mistake you would soon realize that was).

He was always so nice, treating you like a princess. He complimented you daily, and never forgot an important date. He was affectionate, not to an annoying point. He was the perfectamount of affectionate. He was a gentleman and seemed to love you and yet, he betrayed you.

If a man like him, that was nothing short but sweet and passionate with you, cheated on you, then did that mean you couldn’t trust anyone ?

Because in your eyes right now, he was perfect. Albeit said eyes were slightly clouded by a a few tequila shots.

You were downing a fourth drink starting to slowly sob when…

There’s very few things that can get you out of a drunk state in seconds.

An extremely cold shower could do the trick, for instance. Brings you back to your senses a bit you know ? You wouldn’t magically be sober, but you’d get a clearer mind. Or someone giving you shocking news ! Or like, an event so incredible that your body just forgets how drunk it is for a minute.

And this event, for you, came at the perfect time.

Right when you were entering your “sad drunk” phase, which was between the “lol alcohol does NOTHING to me” phase where you downed most of your drinks, and the “dancing on the bar’s counter” phase (a few more drinks and you would have a one woman dance party in your living room, acting as if you were on a bar’s counter and that your name was suddenly “Britney”).

Right when you were about to wallow times a thousand, and cry, and yell “whyyyyyyy ?!” to the sky, arms in the air (drama queen).

Years later, looking back on that particular event, you’ll start to realize that Destiny HAS to exist. Because come on, it was just too perfect a timing to be a simple coincidence.

You were about to swallow up your fifth drink, launching yourself head first into the “sad phase” when an ear shattering noise rang all around your apartment.

Broken glass.

It was the sound of broken glass. Heightened to the max by your drunkness. You turned on your stool, and…there he was.

It was a guy. That you were sure of because he had no boobs and too much pecs. And that guy…well that guy just flew right through your window, destroying it. How rude.

There was glass everywhere.

How much did a window cost ? Probably a fortune.

You wondered briefly if you could just use aluminium foil and tape the shit up. There was nothing of value to steal in your apartment anyway, and if aluminium foil could keep meals warm, it definitely worked with a house too right ?

You sobered up quite a bit, but you were also very drunk when this event happened, so your mind was still in that cloudy weird phase where your priorities were…interesting.

You worried more about the broken window at first, than about that guy who just launched through it.

A guy.

Not just any guy.

You saw that guy before.

He was one of those night vigilante your crazy hometown was filled with…RED HOOD !!

“Thick thighs”, is the first thing you thought right after you recognized him (priorities).

The second thing you thought was that you needed another drink, and so you downed what was your fifth one, but with that crazy thing happening ended up being on the same level as if it was a second one. You were tipsy, but not “drunk” anymore.

The third thing that came to your mind was…Is he still alive ?

No cause, he was like, just laying there, on your living room’s floor, not moving.

“…Outch.”

Oh. He spoke.

So he ain’t dead. Good, means you can have another drink then, you don’t need a clear mind to call an ambulance or something.

Oddly enough, in your half-drunk half-sober state, this sounded completely reasonable. Nevermind if Red Hood had some internal bleeding or something. He talked. He was probably fine.

A minute passed, and you just sat there, sipping up your tequila in between taking a pinch of salt and biting into a piece of lemon.

Salt, tequila, lemon. Great remedy against heartbreaks.

Wait, were you heartbroken ? Really ? You couldn’t really recall that fact now. But, yeah…it was the reason why you were drinking right ? Because right now, all you could think about was the fact that this Red hood guy had abs for days…

This unforeseen event sobered you up quite a bit, but the two shots you just took kinda brought you back to the same state than you were before.

Well. Not quite. You were drunk as hell again, but seemed to have avoided the “sad phase”. Instead, Red Hood bursting quite literally through your window took you to another road.

The : “Cool, I got a drinking buddy phase”. Well, taking for granted he didn’t have any internal bleeding and wouldn’t die while biting into a lemon wedge.

“Tough day ?”

You ask him, as he slowly sits up and shakes his head, trying to regain his senses. He looks towards you and seem surprised (or at least you think he is, because he wears a mask so…kinda hard to tell).

************

Jason definitely thought he was alone in this place, because no sane person would just sit there, not saying anything, as someone simply jumped through their window. Nope, most people would just freak out. Scream.

He knows, because it’s not the first time he falls through a window during a night on duty. And every single time it happened, people freaked out. Screamed. Threw stuffs at him, or hid away begging for their life to be spared.

And yet here you were, half a bottle of tequila in front of you, surrounded by lemon wedges you bit into, and table salt all over your hand, just staring at him curiously. And did you just say : “tough day” ?

Well, Jason guessed the empty half of the bottle was why you were so chilled about it all. He sat up, and slowly got back to his feet.

Usually, going through a window meant the end of the night for him. He’d go back to one of his secret stash, patch himself up and get some rest. Most of the time, he fell through windows because someone pushed him or threw him there…Though today, he just embarrassingly missed a step and fell by himself.

Of course, no one would ever now he tripped while jumping from one building to another (you lived on the last floor) and went careening into your home (and life). Nope, the official story would be that he fought a fierce enemy and was thrown into that window. Finding fake villains name was easy, given how truly ridiculous some could be.

Tim and Damian were still after the “Illusive Blue Man” that he totally made up that one time he walked into a poll and had a huge black eye that he couldn’t quite explain…Oh man, he had to stop telling such elaborate lies and just say “I fought with a few guys last night” without more explanation.

But he couldn’t help it. And those kids believed everything he said, it was too tempting…But for now, this wasn’t the issue. Nope.

He did a quick check of his body and knew he wasn’t really hurt (thanks “dad” for the amazing body armor ugh ?), so he was planning on leaving that poor girl’s house and send a mystery check in the mail to pay for the damage (money stolen from a certain Bruce Wayne of course, as if he would pay himself).

Yup. He was just gonna stand up, and go on his way and…somehow, he found himself sitting on the stool opposite side of this mysterious girl, and now she was peppering salt on his hand ?

“Salt”, she says, and she has a cute drunk voice. Jason almost forgets he just went through a window a few minutes ago.

“Tequila”, she continues, downing her drink and pointing at the one she poured him. He doesn’t even care the she poured it in a cereal bowl that she didn’t even seem to have clean…He drunk worst things in worst recipient. He turns away to take off his mask and so that she can’t see his face, and “bottom’s up”.

“Lemon !” she finishes, biting into the sour fruit and spitting it in the direction of the trashcan but missing completely. The lemon wedge goes to lost itself amongst his fallen brothers…

Jason bites into his own lemons, and spits it. Right into the garbage.

There’s a slight pause, where she just stares at the trashcan, and then at Jason, back to the trashcan, and then turns to him again and simply says :

“Wow.”

************

So. This was surreal.

Here you were. In your home. Taking tequila shots. With…Red Hood.

One of Gotham’s night vigilante. The most violent one. But the dude seemed chilled. He was holding his liquor really well.

And now you were talking about your broken heart, telling him the story as if he’d been your friend for years. And he was listening. Intently. And reacting to what you were saying. It had been a LONG time, since you had this kind of talk with anyone, and despite the fact you were drunk, you still noticed how nice it felt to have someone to talk to. Someone that genuinely listened.

“And then he slept with her !” you say angrily.

“Nooooooo !?!”

“Yes, he did ! He slept with…with…what was her name…”

“Nicole. From accounting.”

“Right, Nicole from accounting ! That bitch ! She always just…counts and shit ! And he slept with her ! Nicole from accounting ! Whom he met thanks to me, by the way ! At a partyyyy !! At my wooooork !!”

“What an ass.”

“Right ?! Oh but he had such a good ass though…Quite firm. But whenever he wore jeans, it was super flat.”

“So, not such a good ass in the end then ?”

“I guess not. You have a good ass. Popping right out in this outfit of yours.”

Red Hood chuckles, and the sound of his laughter makes you forget that you just said something incredibly embarrassing. His voice is…nice. Deep. Manly. You like it. You wanna make him chuckle some more, so you say, hoping :

“And it looks very firm. Not just quite firm.”

It works. He snorts and it’s very cute. Oh wow. He can be sexy and cute. Full package. You smile a bit dreamily.

For a second, he’s lost in that smile of yours, and there’s a silence installing itself in the room. A comfortable one. That you break :

“Ok. So now, he’s not that perfect anymore ! He got no ass ! Penalty points ! I never notice how un-assed he was before…”

Jason smiles and damn. He’s hot.

Somewhere along the way, he stopped turning his face away from you whenever he took a shot, and just ended up taking his helmet off. He was probably hoping that you’d black out or something, so you wouldn’t remember his face (or he just didn’t care).

In any case, you were pretty sure you never saw him before. His face kinda reminded you of an old memory. Of someone you saw somewhere long ago, when you were a kid…Which wasn’t really a big help right ?

Right. You had no idea who he was. And in your drunken state, probably couldn’t piece anything together anyway. So even if you did know who he could be, you wouldn’t know in the end anyway…Makes perfect sense right ?

What you knew was : he’s hot.

This white streak in his hair did something to you that you couldn’t explain. And that jawline ? You would love to get cut on that bitch. It could actually cut a bitch, you were sure of it. Those blue eyes ? You’ve never seen someone with such blue eyes. And did you mention to yourself how muscular he was ? Because man you only saw guys like this in magazines !

But beyond his handsome features, he seemed like a nice guy. Like he was listening to you, a total stranger. And this realization suddenly raised your guard up.

You also thought that your ex-cheating-boyfriend was a nice guy. And come to think of it, who the hell just barge in someone’s home like that, and actually stay to drink tequila shots ?! Wait but…in your guts…it’s not like with your ex.

You don’t think he’s a nice guy. You know he is.

************

There’s a visible shift in your mood, after this realization. So far, you talked to him about your broken heart freely, and he listened.

Oddly enough, no words that came out of your (perfect) mouth bored him. Jason wasn’t sure wether it was the alcohol or not, but you captivated him.

But in a split second, and without him knowing why, your features changed. You were now frowning. Like an unhappy little kid. It was kinda cute, but he didn’t like it because…why were you frowning ?

He tries to lighten up the mood and says :

“Well here you go. See, you didn’t loose the perfect guy, his ass was flat in jeans. Can’t work with that, can you ? I bet we can find other flaws. Make you realize he actually was a looser.”

Your guard is up, but you can’t help but smile a bit, plus you were frowning just now because you realized you just knew you could trust that total stranger, and it was so weird….

Besides, no harm in indulging this, because you’re pretty sure it’ll make you feel better to try and see the bad side of your ex-boyfriend, not just his good ones. No one was perfect. And so, still a bit careful, you say :

“Well…He never got any of my Tv shows or movie references.”

“Well, here’s a point to take off of his “perfectness”. Doesn’t get pop culture references. Deal breaker.”

“Yeah…Yeah you’re right. It is. He also used to hate when I made jokes. I like puns ya know ? Terrible ones. Well, he was always embarrassed whenever I made them in public.”

“Ashamed of his girlfriend, doesn’t sound very gentlemanly, right ?”

“Yeah. It doesn’t. Maybe he wasn’t such a perfect gentleman…He also used to not want to go out with me if I didn’t wear any make-up and was dressed just casually.”

“What you mean, he never just went out with you ?”

“We only went out on dates. I had to dress up. I could be casual home though…”

“Well goodie, the man let you be yourself when you were home. Big deal. To be honest, sounds like a douchey move.”

“That was kinda douchey…I never cared what he looked like.”

And it’s true. For you, physical appearance wasn’t everything. And sure you thought your ex was hot and all, but only because you liked his personality too. You liked his jokes, you were never ashamed of anything he said.

And right now, sure that stranger that bursted through your window was hot, but the reason you felt like you could tell him things was because he just made you comfortable by his mere aura. Because he gave you such a good vibe.

You never were fully about appearances. It was always just a bonus for you…So it never occurred to you why your ex would only hang out in public with you if you were pampered. Like he used to hate when you just wore hoodies and no make-up, even if you didn’t need make-up to be beautiful.

Comes to think of it, he was very much about appearances…Uh. Interesting. You never realized that before.

You turn to Red Hood, and the look on your face says it all. You’re slowly realizing maybe you didn’t just lost “the one”. The vigilante says :

“Ok, so : no ass, no humor apparently, doesn’t get pop culture references, and was kind of a jerk when it came to going out with you…”

“He did tell me often that I was beautiful though. Including when I just woke up from a night out, and was awful looking.”

“Yeah, but he never went out with you looking like that. He shouldn’t feel ashamed of hanging out with you looking like that. Just like he shouldn’t feel embarrassed when you joke. He can be exasperated, like if you really make bad puns, sure. And he can think it’s unfunny…But embarrassed ? No.”

“I guess…I never thought about it.”

“Well let me tell you, as someone who does not know neither you nor him personally, he sounds like a bit of a jerk. Let’s not forget he cheated as well. Like, that’s not something good people do. Especially not with…Nicole from accounting.”

“Nicole from accounting…Yeah. They’re together now though.”

“So ? He should’ve broken up with you if he realized he liked her. That’s the right thing to do. Trust me on that, I put villains behind bars for a living, I know what’s right or wrong.”

“I heard you kill criminals.”

“Used to. I used to kill criminals, I had issues. I’ll tell you one day if you wanna. It’s a real tear jerker story. With clowns and crowbars. And I’m telling you that because I’m drunk, right now. Also, if we want to be specific, I don’t actually make a living out of putting villains behind bars. Like, I don’t get paid or anything…”

Jason finds himself ranting about anything that comes to his mind, and though he hears himself claim it’s because of the alcohol he’s saying all this, he realizes maybe there’s something else making him want to talk.

You. A total stranger he walked upon. Or rather, went-through-the-window upon. Who didn’t freak out when he went through said window. And instead, invited him over to have tequila shots.

Because, according to your grandmother, the best remedy to…basically any problems in life, was “salt, tequila, lemon”.

“She was a wise woman.”

He says, and you turn to him, clearly not understanding what he was talking about.

“Who ?”

“Your grandma. For saying that salt, tequila and lemon was a great remedy against heartbreaks and all.”

“Oh. Yeah. I wouldn’t know, I never met her. She died before I was born.”

“Well what she passed on to your parents is great.”

“What ?”

“Well, that “salt, tequila and lemon” thing, I assume she said that to your mom or dad, and then they said that to you, and then it became your grandma’s advice. Right ?”

“…Nah. It’s an excuse I made up. Whenever I need to justify something, I just say “like my grandma said, ain’t no shame in eating an entire tub of ice cream if you want to”, and then people are just like “oh yeah, cool”, because when you say the word “grandma”, then it gives a perspective to your words ya know ?”

Jason had no idea what you were on about, but he loved it. You seemed to be very smart. And witty. And funny. The hell did that guy cheated on you for ? And why was he ashamed of going out in public with you when you weren’t dressed up ?!

You currently wore “Hello Kitty” pyjamas, had absolutely no make up on, and your hair was a mess, and he thought you looked gorgeous.

“Why are you so nice ?”

Your question takes him by surprise, and for a few seconds he doesn’t register it and just says : “ugh ?”

“To me. Why are you so nice to me ? Is it the alcohol ? Does it make you nice ? Or are you just nice to every stranger ? Every girl you destroy the windows of ? Or are you like my ex ? You seem nice, but then you go off and cheat on your girl simply because you like another girl and you’re too cowardly to break up with your current girl ?”

Jason hiccups slightly, and says :

“No, I’m not nice to any girl I met. I’m actually usually kind of a jerk, too “brutally honest”. But you…I don’t know. You give me good feelings. Oh and here’s to add on his flaws list. “Coward”. Can’t even break up with a girl, has to wait to get caught red-handed and break her heart. Cooooward. Bad flaw. Kind of guy who runs in the face of danger, instead of standing by you.”

It’s probably the fact that he said “you give me good feelings” that spurs this in you. That gives you a new clearer perspective on things.

“My heart wasn’t broken.”

It’s a shock, to you. This realization. This sudden feeling jumping in your face. You…are not heartbroken. You’re mad. You’re frustrated. You feel betrayed. You feel a crazy burning anger towards your ex for toying around with you like that. For not having the balls to just break up, after spending two years together.

He was suppose to know you. To be your friend. Things could have turned out better. He could have just come up to you, say the truth, and…You were pretty sure you’d still be friend. Because he really was a great guy.

He really was all the good thing you though about him. He made a mistake, an unforgivable one in your book. But he was a great guy.

He was just…not your great guy. Not anymore at least.

And you realized, there, quite drunk, that…It was ok.

Your heart wasn’t broken.

Your pride was. Your trust was. But your heart ? …Maybe you weren’t completely in love with him. You were best friends, yes, but love ? Maybe it wasn’t love…

Your heart wasn’t broken.

“My heart isn’t broken.”

You tell Red hood, looking at him right in his wonderful ocean blue eyes. And he looks right back at you, and just nods. Just like that. And then he pours you one last tequila shot.

Because like your grandma would say : “When you make great discovery about yourself…Salt, tequila, lemon”.

************

It took you only a few hours with him to realize that you weren’t in love with your ex, and that was kinda scary. Because this realization didn’t come from nowhere.

Nope.

But when he said that your ex broke your heart, you felt obligated to tell him that no. No your heart wasn’t broken. You were sad and angry, yes, but not heartbroken. For you, in that moment, it was important for this total stranger to know you weren’t actually in love.

Hell, you didn’t even know yourself you weren’t that in love before you talked to him. It just came as a sudden, yet utterly true revelation.

Because, and this wasn’t the alcohol speaking…You felt incredibly attracted to that guy. To Red Hood. Not just because of the white streak in his hair, and the eyes, and smile, and voice, and abs, and thick thighs. That too, sure, but not only…Nope.

Nope. Not because of this.

But because he had a tough day (he said so himself, explaining to you how he went through the window…he was fighting a super-villain when he got flung through your window, tough tough time ahem), and yet he sat with a crazy lady that peppered salt on his hand and practically forced him to take a tequila shot…

Because you could see in his eyes, and felt in your guts that he didn’t have an easy life…and yet he took a break from whatever he was doing to just sit with you and listen to you. He didn’t even make sense, that you trusted those feelings so fiercely. And yet, you did. Because he listened to you.

He saw you were struggling and he stayed. And though you felt you couldn’t trust anyone at that time…You oddly felt like he was ok.

Like he wouldn’t be the kind of guy to cheat, or run in the face of danger, leaving you all alone to fight off demons.

In a few short hours, you fell for this guy more than you ever fell for your ex.

What did that say about you uh ? …That was pretty pathetic…

************

Jason didn’t think that you were pathetic at all.

On the contrary. If he went to seat with you, and drink with you, is because he was instantly mesmerized by you.

And though he didn’t know at first why, now he was sure of it.

It’s because you didn’t freak out. And something told him it wasn’t only because you were a bit drunk (he fell in drunk people’s home before…none reacted like you).

Nope. It was because you were special. He just knew it. Special in every way. Funny. Beautiful. Genuinely listening to him when he was speaking.

He peppered his own problems within your story, as you told him. And you listened. Hell, even referenced a few things he said early on, way later, while you were crazy drunk. You listened.

You gave a total stranger that seemed to have a tough day some salt. And tequila. And lemons.

And then you cared. You asked him a thousand times if he was ok, and he basically had to take off his armor to prove it so (to your eyes’ greatest pleasure…mm mm mm those muscles).

Captivated. He was captivated by you. It was strange, and though he knew it was because you were special, he still was unclear as to why his feelings were that strong.

For someone he just met. And barely knew. And only knew while drunk.

You were just…Special.

************

It was surreal. The all thing.

What started as a night where you planned on wallowing your pain and drinking…ended up changing your life.

And no one could convince you that it wasn’t Fate. Because what were the odds that Red Hood would fall through YOUR window after tripping (yeah you didn’t buy that “fighting super-villains thing” at all) ?

What were the odds of his timing being so perfect, arriving just before you started to cry ? Because there was no doubt in your mind that if he had come a few seconds later, he wouldn’t have stayed.

He would have found a crying mess, and maybe he would have tried to confort you but…You wouldn’t have answered. In your “sad phase”, you only cry and whine. He would have eventually left. And the wonderful talk you’d just have, would never have happened.

But instead. He came right before your lips touch that fatal shot of tequila that would have brought you into the “sad phase”. And took your drunkness down a notch. Rerouted your evening.

You weren’t wallowing anymore, you were ranting.

Sharing your anger and frustration.

And he helped you realize that your ex wasn’t that perfect…That maybe it was just not meant to be…After all, he cheated on you.

Uh. What a shame. You didn’t even know his name…”Red Hood”…

You wished you knew his name.

************

The morning lights were rising, and the bottle of tequila was long gone.

There were still salt and lemons though. For some reason, you decided to buy the entire grocery store’s stock of lemons.

Red Hood stood up, and said he had to go.

He was nice about it. Said it was a pleasure to have spend the night with you. You both laughed about the innuendos that ensued.

You were exactly on the same page. And he understood all your joke referencing to pop culture…

But it was time for him to go. And he apparently had no intention of telling you his real name. He didn’t hint either at ever coming back to see you again.

And there was that. Just a nice night, spend talking to a genuine friend that you’ll never see again.

A genuine friend that you didn’t even know a few hours before.

Maybe it was the alcohol speaking. Maybe not.

And even if you ended up never seeing him again, this evening truly changed your life…At least, it saved you from a heartbreak. Made you realize it wasn’t that.

Though, now, as he climbs out of the window again (he couldn’t possibly use the front door), you feel like the actual heartbreak is starting.

Grandma’s remedy against heartbreak ? Right.

Salt, tequila, lemon…

But the tequila is all gone.

“I’ll send someone to fix that window…Sorry again about that. …Bye.” are his last words, and then he’s out.

And the tequila is all gone.

************

…

Days pass by in a blur.

Salt. Tequila. Lemon.

Ugh. But you don’t want to this time. You don’t want to get drunk to forget.

You don’t want to forget him. And you know it’s ridiculous to get that worked up over a guy you met one night and that will never come back. That you didn’t even know the name of.

This entire night was weird anyway.

Getting drunk with a dangerous night vigilante. Pouring your heart out to him, and him doing the same. The hell were you even thinking ?

Salt. Tequila. Lemon.

That would be a good idea to do this right now, because man…your heart hurt. More than when you discovered your ex sleeping with Nicole. From accounting. But you can’t resolve yourself to drink. To forget. Nope. Instead you…

*Knock knock knock*.

Uh ? You take a quick look at your clock in the kitchen.10 pm. Who the hell is coming at 10 pm ?! It can only be bad news. Especially in Gotham…You peep into the eyehole and…

WHAT ?!

You open your door quickly, and…

“Told you I’d send someone to fix your window.”

It’s him. It’s Red hood. But in…civilian clothes.

His ass doesn’t look flat in jeans.

He’s holding a window wrapped in cardboard, and there’s a toolbox at his feet.

“Yeah, you did…come in.”

************

Jason Todd.

That’s his name. And connections are fast to be made in your brain. Jason Todd. Bruce Wayne’s adopted son. That supposedly died…ten years ago.

And is Red Hood now. Oh. It makes sense. Even his little “killing criminals” thing while Batman never killed. You easily put two and two together.

Red Hood. Jason Todd. Bruce Wayne.

Wow. Can’t believe you never guessed that before. Of course Bruce Wayne is Batman. He’s got the motive, the means, the excuses…It’s so obvious. And yet, you never realized. And no one else in Gotham ever realized.

Jason Todd.

Now you know his name.

And he’s fixing your window. Nobody ever fixed windows for you before (even those who broke it).

Um. To add to the “perfect man” list : “Handy”.

Jason Todd.

He quickly works the window up, and then he turns to you. While he was working you talked, as if you knew each other for years. Joking around. Like old friends. Like old extremely good and close friends.

It fits. It clicks. It’s natural. You and him, him and you.

Barely knowing each others, and yet knowing each others the best.

Jason. Todd.

He turns to you now, and with a smirk, he says :

“Ya know, my grandma always say that when something good happens to you, you need to celebrate. And I feel like this, right now, you and I, though I have no idea what we’re doing and where it’s going…Well it’s still something to celebrate. And she always says, my grandma, that to celebrate perfectly you need…”

You smile.

Yeah. You don’t know where this thing between you two is going, but you do know that you never met someone who so fully understood you.

And in such a short span of time. And you know you’re not mistaking. It’s a feeling too strong to be a mistake.

He came back to fix your window for god’s sake. And trusted you enough to tell you his actual name. Without a second thought. Which meant everything. Especially since from all the hint he let slip through last time you saw each others, about his father, well…let’s just say telling people his real name wasn’t really something he was used to.

But it just works. It fits. It clicks. It’s not like with your ex, because you don’t think you know it does. It just does. The fact that you say those next few words in perfect sync finishes to convince you :

(“…And she always says, my grandma, that to celebrate perfectly you need…”)

“Salt, tequila, and lemons.”

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