#we gave people who don't even know how to wipe their ass on their own too much power over our lives

[hellish-sunsets]

Curses and Blessings - Chapter 7

Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 5 ~ Chapter 6 ~ Chapter 8 ~ Chapter 9

Summary:

She didn't respond for the longest time, and if he hadn't fucked it up before then he definitely did now. He let out a defeated sigh.

“I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable-”

“No! It's, um… I'm not uncomfortable or anything, it just… caught me off guard, all the… complimenting.”

“Well, pay a compliment with a compliment. You were going on about me, so it's only fair.” She made a flustered sound and he realized what was going on. He couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at his lips and he chuckled. “Can't take a compliment, dear?” 

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Lucifer jumped in his seat as his phone rang. He cursed and grabbed for it on the counter, putting his rubber duck aside to look at the screen. It probably wasn’t important…

He didn’t recognize the number. 

Very few people had his phone number for obvious reasons. The Sins had it, and Charlie had it, but that was about it. So who in hell was this?

It took a few rings before he decided to answer it anyway, pressing the button and pressing it against his ear, holding it in place with his shoulder and returning to his duck. 

“Hello~?”

“Hey Luci, it’s Y/N.” His hands froze. “Did Charlie text you about her meeting?”

He put the duck down again, clearing his throat and making sure his voice came out normal. 

“Yeah, yeah, she did. Didn’t really expect anything else… How is she doing?”

There was a pause and the clattering of something from her end of the phone. Was she working on something too?

“She was pretty upset at first, but that’s a given.” He nodded, even if she couldn’t see it. “But we talked it out, made a plan, and she’s doing better now.” There was a pause. “Are you going to help with the fight? I don't know how any of this works, if you're even allowed to…”

“I'm not.” He said with a frustrated sigh, wiping his hand down his face. “It's part of the whole extermination agreement thing. I don't get involved and the hellborn are left alone. They also made me keep all the sinners in the city so it's easier or something.”

There was a pause, just long enough for him to wince at his own admission, realizing just how bad it sounded. Damn, she probably hates him now, not that she would be wrong to. He fucked up so much -

“Yeah, not gonna lie, that sounds like a shit deal.” He gave an exhausted sigh. “Sounds about time to strike a new deal. In the meantime, we can try twisting it around to benefit us somehow.”

He gave a noncommittal hum. He hoped it would pass as a thoughtful sound, but he clearly failed.

“... you okay? What're you thinking?”

At first, Lucifer planned on waving it off. It was nothing! Just a lot going on, he's worried, something like that. But there was the nagging at the back of his head, she hates him now, the deal was stupid, she said so, he fucked up and it was biting him in the ass. The words he did end up speaking slipped out of his mouth without a thought, not really what he wanted to say exactly but close to what was running through his head. 

“Regretting my life decisions. I should never fucking agreed to that shit deal, but I thought it was okay at the time! I didn’t… really like any sinners, and it was just more important to make sure the hellborn were safe. But now that’s coming back to bite me in the ass, just like every other major decision I made! It’s like I can’t do anything right.”

His hands were gripping at his hair, the other squeezing the life out of the poor duck he hadn’t even finished. And she wasn’t responding, she had to agree. He was such a fuck up and he seemed to be reminded of that every turn he made. 

“You raised Charlie right.”

Her voice was like a lifeline in that moment, one he greedily held on to before he fell too deep into the depths of his own mind. 

“What?”

“If you can’t do anything right, then explain Charlie. She came out the sweetest creature in heaven and hell, and only so much of that is her nature. That’s something you did right, and that’s got to be the most important job you’ve had.”

His grip on his hair eased and he let the poor rubber duck go, gazing down at it. 

“Yeah… but Lillith did most of that…”

“Bullshit, like you had no say or something. Let's see… you also make great pancakes. Probably the best I ever had. You're pretty funny too. There's plenty of things you do that don't end in failure. I get how your mind can go there, though. I struggle with it myself.”

His brow furrowed, confusion replacing his regret and guilt.

“What? No, I can't believe that for a second! You're too… shit, I don't know, put together? Smart, beautiful, wise… perfect! You can't possibly be a failure. I physically can't comprehend you failing at anything. Or, no… perhaps… not being held down by failure, if that makes sense? You seem like the type to take any mistakes and turn them around for the better! I… I couldn't do that… I guess that's why I respect you so much. I-” he winced, clutching the duck tighter. “I said too much, I'm sorry…”

She didn't respond for the longest time, and if he hadn't fucked it up before then he definitely did now. He let out a defeated sigh.

“I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable-”

“No! It's, um… I'm not uncomfortable or anything, it just… caught me off guard, all the… complimenting.”

“Well, pay a compliment with a compliment. You were going on about me, so it's only fair.” She made a flustered sound and he realized what was going on. He couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at his lips and he chuckled. “Can't take a compliment, dear?” 

“You know what, let's get back on topic.” She was probably blushing, he thought. She must look so pretty blushing.

“Alright, alright, what was the point again? The battle?” 

He rested his chin in his hand, a small smile on his face while she went on about what everyone was doing. Charlie was visiting Cannibal Town to get some help, Vaggie was off to get some angelic steel for weapons, and everyone else was barricading the hotel. There was 29 days to prepare, and she sounded pretty confident that everything would turn out for the best. But as she talked, his smile slowly slipped off his face as worry gnawed at his heart.

“Are… you going to be fighting?”

There was a pause.

“Yeah, probably. I mean, everybody is, even Niffty, and I'm not going to sit around being a burden. I'll practice with everyone else. Honestly, I'm more worried about Charlie. That girl doesn't have it in her to hurt anyone…”

He hummed his agreement, something flashing in his eyes. “If anyone even lays a finger on my daughter, that battle is over.” His voice was harsh and final, and she paused before responding.

“She is hellborn. If she is in danger, then the deal is broken and you can kick as much ass as you want. Mmmm, but I don’t want to see her hurt… it’s a tricky situation for sure.”

“I mean, there’s Razzle and Dazzle, too.” He said, scratching his cheek thoughtfully. “I made them to keep Charlie safe. They would get hurt before her.”

“... do they count as hellborn?”

“Ehhh, that’s debatable, just because they weren’t born but made. I see your point though. If I see a chance to get involved, you know I will!”

“I know. I’m counting on it, it’s the only reason I’m not dying from the anxiety.”

He hummed, feeling a warmth spread in his chest. She trusted him, huh? Well, he couldn’t let her down. He was sure he could end the battle quickly if he could just get involved. But…

“Just, stay safe until I can get there, okay?”

He was probably coming off as too much, right? They barely knew each other, and even now she was only calling to make sure Charlie would be safe. And yep, there’s that fluttering in his chest again. He couldn’t lose her, not when emotions were only just starting to bubble up, ones he had yet to properly accept himself let alone admit. He still wasn’t sure it was even going to work out. He had just… he had spent too long telling himself his mark didn’t even matter or worse, was just a curse. But, many sleepless nights later thinking about her and their marks and what it means and what he should do, he was maybe, perhaps, starting to accept it. And their really was no denying the fluttering in his chest or the pain in his cheeks from smiling. 

Despite his efforts to remain distant, he really did like her.

And he was sure it would bite him in the ass just like every other bad decision he made, but there really was no avoiding it now. 

He was fucked.

“I’ll stay safe. I promise.”

He nodded to himself, squeezing his duck. 

“Alright. I’ll, uh, I’ll see you soon then.”

“You better come visit us before the hotel, for Charlie’s sake if nothing else.”

“Of course. I promise.”

“Bye, hun!”

“Bye.”

She hung up and he put his phone aside, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. He stared down at his duck, damaged from being crushed in his hands. He would have to start over. He didn’t mind too much. 

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[songmingisthighs]

Fucking RA

Group : ATEEZ

Pairing : RA!seonghwa x afab!reader

Genre : College!AU, smut

Word count : 5.5k

Warning : MDNI, dirty dirty explicit smut; dom!seonghwa, sub!reader, masturbation slight voyeurism (??), unprotected sex (don't do this irl if you don't want your cooch or peepee to clap), creampie and I really don't know what the fuck I wrote

a/n : I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR A LONG ASS WHILE 😭😭 i told @bobateastay about this back then and i decided that maybe posting this before whoretober ends is a good idea. but then i got distracted and shit happened so i said ehh posting this before nutvember ends is fine too. mind you this is an experimental work. as in if this fic receives positive feedback and support, i might make more oneshots like this lmao

You had just arrived back to your co-ed dorms when your friend, Wooyoung suddenly barged into your room with a stupid grin on his face. "Guess what happened," he told you, sounding beyond excited.

As you placed your bag by the side of your bed, you dropped down to sit on your bed. "They're finally getting rid of extra cost for extra cups at the cafeteria?" you guessed first. Wooyoung shook his head. "They... Are changing the campus mascot?" you guessed again which caused Wooyoung to scoff, "Please, that bunny might be crusty, but it's a sex symbol," "Ewh, how?" you cringed but he didn't answer. "Come on, guess again!" he whined whilst walking towards your bed and plopping down on it as if it was his own bed. "Why can't you just tell me?" you pretended to whine back at him. He rolled his eyes at your attempt at showing how annoying he is but he talked anyways, "San finally got caught fucking by Seonghwa hyung so he's being punished as we speak!" He wheezed out happily.

You can only stare as your friend laughed hysterically on your bed. "I don't know how you can be so happy at your friend's misfortune," you sighed. It took Wooyoung a while but he stopped laughing, "It's not that it gave me happiness, but we made a bet that he wouldn't get caught by Seonghwa hyung! Out of all the RAs, he's the only one who has a stick up his butt and maybe seeing San's balls can calm him down," he said as he wiped a stray tear away from his eyes.

The man in question, Park Seonghwa, is one of the people in Wooyoung's close-knit friend group. Not so surprisingly, he's the RA. He's notorious for being a strict person, following the rules and never showing bias even with his friends. He once let Hongjoong spend the night on the lobby sofa because he came back at 3 am from working on his assignment. Sure, it might be affected by the fact that Hongjoong had accidentally kicked Seonghwa's on progress lego death star and ruined them, but the dorm has a rule where they are not allowed in after 12 am so he was just following the rules. Another incident was when Wooyoung created a commotion in the middle of the night for a stupid TikTok trend that cost him a week of helping the janitors clean the dorm toilets.

Not to mention, Park Seonghwa has this ability to bust anyone who's having sex in the dorm. It's like a super sense or something. The co-ed dorm is truly lucky to have him, but the students found it annoying. If his friends can't bribe him, their fate is worse than death when faced with the man.

Despite his strictness, you can't deny that the man is extremely hot and given the chance, you'd wanna get railed by him. The thought, of course, you kept to yourself. If any of your friends found out that you have the hots for Seonghwa, that'll be the end of you. But you realized that you are always affected by Seonghwa without him having to do anything. So to evade accidentally letting anyone know, you simply avoid Seonghwa and kept your personal interactions to a minimum or made sure that you're with other people when he's around. It might sound too much, but the system works.

You cringed at Wooyoung's comment, "I'd be concerned if seeing San's balls calm Seonghwa down," to which Wooyoung teasingly squinted his eyes at you, "That's homophobic," he joked. You only rolled your eyes and threw a pillow at his face, "Get the fuck out Wooyoung, I wanna go take a shower," you tried to shoo Wooyoung away. He raised an eyebrow and instead of moving away, he strikes a ridiculous pose on your bed, "Is that an invitation?" to add to his teasing, he winked at you. Wordlessly, you lift up the same pillow that dropped to his side as a warning that you'll hit him again. In the end, Wooyoung ran out of the room cackling happily after messing with you.

You knew that you had to be quick to secure a shower because, in less than an hour, people will start piling in. Due to a sudden change in your schedule for the week, you had the luxury of being able to show in peace with no one around. Being in a co-ed dorm means that while you don't shower with the males, they are only separated by a wall. And luckily, you've been blessed with the opportunity to shower in a completely empty communal shower room. Call it what you want, you decide it's the universe's way of rewarding you for being good.

So you quickly gather your shower caddy and a change of clothes and head to the bathroom. As you closed your door, you bumped slightly into someone and when you turned around, you saw Seonghwa staring down at you with a smile on his face. "Hey, showering?" he asked, nodding his head to the things in your hands. You looked down to see your panties on full display and you immediately tried to discreetly hide them under your shirt (but you failed). You chuckled awkwardly and nodded, "Yeah... The bathroom should be empty now so I can shower more comfortably," Seonghwa nodded slowly at your answer. Thank God he was gentlemanly enough to not mention your panties or you would've dropped dead at that very moment. "Well, have a good shower!" he waved to you before walking away.

Almost immediately after Seonghwa left you, you dashed to the bathroom that was only two doors down from across your room. You can't lose the chance of showering in peace just because you embarrassed yourself in front of Seonghwa. Sweet, sweet Seonghwa who seems to always have glossy lips, long and delicate fingers, and his damn tongue that darts out like a snake. Without you realizing it, you were clenching your thighs.

You were in such a hurry and so deep in your thoughts that you didn't even realize you hadn't brought your towel to the bathroom. Sadly, you realized this when you're already butt naked.

Cursing yourself, you immediately put on the oversized shirt on your body, neglecting your underwear because you'd only be a minute and your room's so close.

Knowing that you were in such a vulnerable state, you peeked your head first into the hallway, making sure that no one was around. Thankfully, the hallway was very empty, not a single soul can be found. Heck, you were sure not even the ghosts are roaming the floor at that moment. So you got cocky. You walked leisurely into your room, get your towel, and then walked back to the bathroom. On your way, you accidentally dropped your towel on the floor so you mindlessly bent down to get it, not caring that you were very much exposed.

As you walked into the bathroom, however, you managed to miss the person standing at the end of the hallway with wide eyes, frozen in his place.

The shower was refreshing. You took your time scrubbing the ickiness from studying (not that you sweat or anything in class, but you feel the need to rid yourself of studying), and then you washed your hair, carefully massaging the scalp that you hope can transfer to your brain as it has been forced to think hard that day.

Whilst in the shower, you couldn't help but think of your interaction with Park Seonghwa earlier. Your mind drifted off to the way he spoke to you, how his voice is melodious and smooth and thick like honey but still has an edge of command to him. Makes you wonder how he is in bed. You were pretty sure that he's dominant with maybe a daddy kink. How could he not? The man LOOKS like that. You can't really put it into words, but he feels like the embodiment of the words "daddy" and "mine". He might have a baby girl fetish too, but it might just be your wishful thinking.

Mind elsewhere, you didn't even realize that your hand had slipped down between your legs and started caressing your inner thighs. The stimulation made your mind drift from thinking about Seonghwa and his kinks to thinking about Seonghwa and his kinks. You parted your folds to feel your arousal slowly seeping out of you. The feeling made you bite down a small moan. As your fingers began circling your clit, you imagined him naked in front of you, puffs of breath leaving his pink luscious lips as he panted out your name. Your brain imagined how he would sound like when he was putting you in your place, how he wants you to do things to him. And you can only imagine how pretty his cock would look like and how big and girthy it is. You couldn't help but physically shudder at the thought. Your fingers worked quicker, chasing your high. You imagined it was Seonghwa playing with your pussy. When you slip two fingers into your hole, you imagined it to be his fingers. Though, you believed that his fingers are more experienced and it could reach the parts inside you that you'd never reach before. Just the thought of Seonghwa probably able to make you reach an earth-shattering orgasm made your knees buckle and you had to anchor yourself onto the shower wall in front of you. The warm water running down your back drove your brain into believing that Seonghwa was behind you and that was his body heat you're feeling. You began whining to yourself as you felt your climax approaching.

"Seonghwa, oh god- please, please, please, please, please, I wa- I wanna-" you couldn't even finish your sentence before your legs buckle as you finally reached your orgasm. As you slowly catch your breath, you pulled your hand from between your legs slowly. The sight of your fingers covered in your juice from the thought of (what you can only classify as) your friend made you blush. You felt guilty for thinking of him in such a way, you honestly felt like a pervert. Still ashamed, you immediately wash off your hand and continued with your shower with the image of a naked Seonghwa that your brain concocted at the back of your mind.

After (finally) finishing your shower, you came out of the bathroom feeling fresh and a lot more relaxed. Looking at yourself in the mirror outside of the shower stall as you massage your hair with your towel, you saw the way your skin glistened and you honestly feel like a goddess. You wondered, does the effect come because of the relaxing shower you just had or was it because you just had an orgasm from the thought of the hot RA?

As you were walking out of the bathroom area, you were stopped when you bumped into a hard chest. You looked up to see Seonghwa towering over you. His eyes seemed dark and intimidating and he was standing tall. It both terrified but also turned you on.

"Uh... Hi Seonghwa, wha-" you couldn't finish your question because he had already menacingly stepped forward which made you step backwards until your back hit the cold mirror of the bathroom. He caged you by putting his hands on either side of your head, making sure you can't leave. Seeing him look at you with menacing eyes and confidence made you very nervous. Had he heard you moaning? Had he heard you touching yourself while moaning his name?

"Did you know I was standing at the end of the hallway when you bent down, showcasing, or perhaps flaunting your pussy like a bitch in heat?" he asked, tongue darting out from between his lips and you could've sworn your knees buckled at the sight. Or maybe it was his VERY dirty words. "I- I- I-," your brain couldn't seem to be able to function at that moment, you don't know if it was the steam you just inhaled while you were showering or if it was because of Seonghwa. You're willing to bet it was the latter.

Seonghwa saw your state of incoherence and smirked, "Cat got your tongue now? Where was the brazen slut who roamed the hallways without underwear?" he asked as his right hand suddenly drop to caress the length of your arm before it rested on your hip. "Gotta say, I wasn't done looking at it. You were so quick to stand back up and leave, I couldn't get enough image to get myself off," at that, your eyes dropped to his crotch and that's when you finally took notice of his boner. The fabric of his jeans seemed snug and the crease only emphasized the size of his cock.

The sight of his cock straining in his jeans made you clench your thighs together as if to suppress the feeling growing between them, something that Seonghwa noticed immediately. He smirked as he grab your hand carefully and brought it to his crotch, "You feel this? This is all because of you," your knees almost buckled but thankfully he pressed on your body and his lips caught your earlobe, "I hate that a glimpse of your pussy is able to turn me on like this," you moaned out when he bit into your earlobe, your own hand automatically squeezing his clothed cock. "Tsk tsk tsk, naughty girl," he chuckled when he felt you slowly stroking and squeezing him through his pants. "Is this why you've been avoiding me? Because you know you couldn't keep your hands off me if you got the chance to?" he teased. You blushed and pouted, "Don't tease me, it's not funny," you whined. Seeing you like that made Seonghwa coo and leaned down to softly press his lips to you. "Don't worry, baby, I understand because that was always my strategy too," he confessed.

Before you could react, he had pulled you flush against him and his hands immediately went into position; one cupping the back of your head and the other holding one of your legs up so your crotches were touching. You couldn't help but moan into his mouth and began grinding onto him. Seonghwa felt how much you wanted him and he groaned into your mouth. The vibration shot down to your pussy and at that point, you just couldn't take it anymore.

You pushed away from Seonghwa slightly, confusing him. But a smirk grew on his face as he saw you slowly undressing in front of him. You didn't even care that the floor was wet and that it was soaking your clean clothes, you wanted him. One by one, each article of your clothing dropped to the floor and once you stood buck ass naked, Seonghwa immediately followed suit, taking his own shirt off and pants. But before he could pull unbutton his jeans, you dropped down to your knees and began unzipping his pants with your teeth. "Oh, you're dirty," he sighed out, voice slightly trembling from how horny he was.

Once his pants were on the floor, you were about to pull his briefs down but he tugged you up, "I really need to taste you," he breathed out and before you know it, your body had been pressed to the mirror with Seonghwa occupying the space between your legs. He lifted one of your legs up his shoulder and let out a shaky breath at the sight of your pussy in front of him. "It looks even better up close," you gasped when he started slapping your pussy a couple times. When you looked down, he was staring at your reaction with a smug grin on his face. He didn't say anything else but you could sense him getting the satisfaction he needed from the way your body jolted when he slapped your pussy or your thigh, how it squirms when the parted the lips to toy with the slickness there. "Seonghwa," you whimpered out, the sound of your voice was a little above a whisper but that was all you could muster, "Hmm?" Seonghwa replied as he began peppering kisses on your thighs. "Don't tease," you managed to choke out. He chuckled at your desperation, the vibration from his voice shooting straight at your pussy and by god, you think you could've cum just from his voice.

Thankfully, he moved to lick a fat stripe from your entrance to your clit in an antagonizingly slow pace. You've seen his tongue darting out like a snake and by god you never could have imagined that it'd feel so good. Your eyes rolled back and your head fell back to the wall, chest arched in pleasure. As Seonghwa began eating you out to his heart's content, he peered up to look at you and the sight of you in a state of bliss made his cock twitch. A moan left his mouth and the vibration shot through you to the point that your legs trembled. Seonghwa had to repositioned his hands as to not let you fall.

"Seonghwa, Seonghwa, Seonghwa," you called out, it was as if you were possessed and your mind cleared of any other words other than his name. The way you called him only proved to stir him up even more. What was slow, ravishing licks turned to hungry possessive slurps, it was as if he was trying to leave his mark on you and making a point of letting you know your puaay is his. The obnoxious wet sound of him completely devouring your pussy made you clench around nothing.

Just as you were a whiny, moaning mess, Seonghwa too was affected. Unbeknownst to you, he had pulled his cock out of his boxers and slowly stroked himself. He used his precum to lubricate his movements. His own eyes rolled back at the pleasure of tasting you and the stimulation given to his dick and the more he pleasured himself, the more he craved for you.

Seonghwa abruptly detached himself from you, making you whimper in protest. As he came back up to tower over you, you automatically wrapped a leg around his waist and your arms around his neck, seeking his touch. His exposed cock made contact with your pussy, wet from your own juice and his spit and the feeling when he made contact with you was beyond any words in existence. You began grinding onto his cock, begging for him. "Why'd you stop?" you whined, your eyes glossy with tears of frustration that began to gather and cheeks flushed from pleasure. Seeing you in that state made Seonghwa smirk in arrogance, pleased that he was able to put you in such a state. His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, maybe in hunger from seeing you or to taste the remnants of you left on his lips. With the appearance of his tongue, he pressed his stiff cock on you more. The heaviness of it and the pulsing tip bumping and brushing deliciously against your clit, making your breath hitch and head thrown back. He took that as a sign to dove down and mark your neck with his mouth. Teeth nipping at the sensitive skin, the sound of you so pathetically affected by him only spur him as he growled and the vibration shot from your skin down to your core. You were sure that you were leaking an embarrassing amount down there. But you couldn't care less.

"I need to be inside you," Seonghwa panted, his tongue dragging upwards from your neck to your earlobe where he let his teeth nibble on, "I need to fill you up with me," he begged, voice raspy.

Your pussy throbbed with each drag of his cock. The tip was inching slowly down to your hole at a deliberately slow pace. You hated how he was taking his damn sweet time but the torture felt so good.

Just as he was about to slip his cock in, chatters were heard from outside. Voices grew louder and louder towards the bathroom and before you know it, the front door was slammed open and in came a group of giggling girls. Seonghwa pulled you to the furthest bath stall, only closing the door slightly due to being hurried. He trapped you between his arms, back pressed on the wall as he panted over you.

"...Yeah, and I heard they weren't even trying to be discreet!" one of the girls laughed.

Both your and Seonghwa's eyes widened at that. Had you both been caught by other people?

"Please, San was asking to get caught,"

You recognized the voices as the group of girls who gossip and tattle just to cause drama as soon as your brain can work. It was hard to think straight with Seonghwa's heaving chest right in front of your face and his dick brushing against your hip.

"It was crazy that you reported him to Seonghwa though. If San ever finds out, he'll go ballistic,"

"Oh please, what can he do? He might look like a constipated cat but he's all claws no bite,"

It began to seem like they were never leaving and you couldn't ignore the fact that you're really needy. And that Seonghwa's penis is RIGHT THERE. Plus, you kinda hate the fact that Seonghwa was focusing on those girls instead of you. He might just be worried that he'll get caught, but the horniness in your brain disregarded that fact and choose to do something that can get his attention back to you.

Seonghwa's eyes widened and his head snapped to you when he felt you touching his dick. "Hwa..." you whined, batting your eyelashes at him. "Are you crazy?" he hissed lowly, "There are still people out there! They could catch us if we're too risky," he scolded. But you couldn't care less. You wrapped a leg around his hips and began grinding your naked pussy onto his dick, coating it with your arousal as you wrap your arms around his neck, lips peppering kisses all over his jawline, neck, and cheek. "(y/n)..." he warned but you could tell that his resolve was slowly breaking. You ignored him and kept grinding and kissing him, even moaning out whilst nibbling on his bottom lip to egg him further.

Suddenly the voices of the people outside fade away. Although, it could be because his mind is now fully clouded with lust, focus completely distracted with your naked body pressing onto his own. He could feel how warm your cunt is and he really wanted to know how you'd feel with him stuffing you completely full. "(y/n), you're killing me," he groaned, grabbing onto your shoulder to stop you. But his grip wasn't that strong that it would actually prevent you from moving. "Then do something about it," you smirked against his lips.

That seemed to push him just enough as he suddenly pushed you off of him. Your eyes widened and you thought you did something to piss him off. But he flipped you over, forcing you to brace yourself on the wall as he grip your hips tightly. Before you could say anything, he had spread your legs open and shoved himself in you in one swift thrust. Your body lunged forward from the sudden impact as you let out a yelp. Seonghwa clicked his tongue in disapproval at the yelp you let out and spanked you harshly on the ass. "You be quiet, we're still in a public area so we can't be too loud or else people can hear us," he said as he began thrusting slowly. Despite his warning, you couldn't help but whimper and moaned at the feeling of him stretching you out to accommodate his size. Seonghwa watched you with a satisfied smirk etched on his lips, taking pleasure in not only feeling how tight you were gripping him but also from your reaction, tics and twitches each time he moves, the sounds you make, and the way your back arched. He snickered and chuckled to himself, "But you might like that, huh? Do you like the idea of someone catching us like this? You whimpering and begging for me like a needy bitch while I have my ways with you," he then snaked a hand to your throat and pulled you back so your back hit his chest, "You're a needy, unsatisfiable whore, aren't you? Is that why you were touching yourself, moaning my name in the shower?"

Your eyes widened and immediately you snapped your head to look at him. Your shocked face was met with his cocky, smirking one. "Oh yeah, I heard you. I heard you loud and clear," he then snapped his hips up harshly, making you roll your eyes back from the sudden pleasure. The pace of his hips picked up, "Were you hoping that I'd catch you?" then you felt the hand that was on your hips snaked down between your legs all the while still keeping a firm grip on you, "Because I did catch you in the act. And I almost went in there to punish you for being so reckless after flashing your pussy in the hallway like that. But I thought I should give you the courtesy of finishing first," as he finished his sentence, he delivered a sharp smack directly on your clit. The impact made you gasp and squirm in his tight grip, "S-Seong- Seonghwa," you called out. You felt his lips kissing from the back of your ear down to your neck and back up again.

"You've had your fun, now is my turn,"

That was all the warning you got before he started slamming his cock in and out of you at a rapid pace. Seonghwa's grip on you was so tight that you couldn't even anchor yourself on the wall, it even felt possessive. So you opted to let your hands hold onto Seonghwa's instead; one on his hand that was around your throat as your other on his other one that was on your hips. Seonghwa chuckled at the realization of your attempt to anchor yourself, his lips were pressing onto your skin and the vibration from his voice made you shudder. Your position felt intimate and Seonghwa liking the way you reacted to him made you feel confident. His thrusts never slowed, and his pace was constant and powerful. "Do you feel good?" he teased, knowing just how good you were feeling from the way your body reacted but he wanted to hear it from you. He wanted verbal confirmation that he was making you feel so good. Your back arched and the movement made your hips shift a little just in time for Seonghwa to hit a new spot that made you see stars. "O- oh fuck, shit!" you yelped. Seonghwa's eyes darkened and his dick twitched inside you almost immediately. His grips shifted to secure your position and if you think his thrusts were fast before, his new pace was animalistic.

He pounded into you as if he was releasing all his anger and frustration at you. You couldn't help but feel overwhelmed at the new pleasure he was bringing you, it was almost painful but you didn't want it to stop. "Se- Seonghwa-" you called out as your knees began buckling down. Hearing you, Seonghwa slipped out of you and let go of his grip. You turned around and whined in protest at him, you didn't want the pleasure to stop. He chuckled at your neediness and reached to cup your face, "Don't worry, I'm not stopping. I'm just repositioning so you won't fall." His voice was kind and soft, a stark contrast to the things that he was doing to you before. "Still, you could've warned me," you pouted, making him chuckle and lean down to peck your lips.

It didn't take long for him to press you onto the wall with his own body. He had your left leg as high as it could around his waist to open you up to him as you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. The new position allowed you to feel his whole hard length resting on your stomach as it rubbed against your core. You whimpered as your head fell back onto the wall, exposing your throat to Seonghwa. Seonghwa bit his bottom lip as he saw how you react to the feeling of his cock on your skin alone. "God, you're gonna make me burst," he groaned out, diving down to nip at your exposed skin.

"Seonghwa please, please, please, please I need your cock in me right now," you begged him as your hips ground with his. Thankfully, Seonghwa seemed to share the same urgency with you as he shoved himself back into you. "You felt me once and now you can't get enough of me, huh? Greedy," he teased as he began a slow pace with you. You shook your head at him, "No, more, Seonghwa! More! I want more, I need more!" Seonghwa raised an eyebrow at you and shook his head, "Your wish is my command," he simply said before returning to the previous animalistic pace he had. You were glad he changed positions because in this position, he was able to reach deeper. By now, you were a moaning mess and even with your mouth biting down on Seonghwa's shoulder, your moans were still very loud.

Despite you being loud, Seonghwa couldn't seem to care. At that moment, he was chasing his high and he was getting close. The way your walls hugged him so snugly and the way your mouth kept softly chanting out his name was turning his brain to mush. "S- shit (y/n) I'm close," Seonghwa grunted. You nodded quickly as you pulled back to look at him, "Me too, God- I- I- Seonghwa," your bottom lip quivered from the pleasure. Seonghwa captured your lips with him in a steamy kiss as he continued pleasuring you and him. His hard cock rubbed your insides so deliciously while Seonghwa's hips allowed some friction on your clit, stimulating you even more. You might not sleep around much but it was obvious that Seonghwa is the best there is. Seonghwa on the other hand felt like he was about to burst at any second. Your core was dripping so much that it allowed him to move inside you with ease. He knew that this was wrong, fucking in the co-ed dorm, but he couldn't deny the thrill and excitement of doing it. Though he knew that his excitement was not just because of the notion of doing something wrong, but it was because he was doing it with you.

Seonghwa pulled away from your lips reluctantly to draw another breath. With foreheads rested against each other, he stared into your eyes. "I'm g-gonna cum, where-" he didn't even get to finish his sentence before you cut him off, "Inside me Seonghwa, please. Make me yours." Your words made Seonghwa's cock twitch. He had never felt more aroused by anything other than you telling him to claim you as his. Your words affected him so much that he couldn't even warn you before spilling his cum inside, painting your walls white. The warmth of him filling you made you moan loudly as it triggered your own release. Your thighs shook and your left leg tightened around Seonghwa's hips.

Seonghwa watched you come down from your high slowly with chest heaving and eyes glazing. His fingers carded through your hair, comforting you as you calm down. You couldn't help but smile at his thoughtful gesture. You might not know if he used you just because you're available and he just wanted a one-time thing with you, but he definitely knew how to treat a girl right.

"You okay?" he asked, concerned. You nodded at him as you pushed his hair back with your fingers, "I feel great, honestly." he chuckled at your words but nodded in understanding, "Great because I do too." You rolled your eyes playfully at him and pushed his shoulder slightly, "Now you're just copying me."

Before he could answer you though, someone coughed, making both of your eyes widen in horror. Neither of you remembered to lock or even pay attention to the stall's door.

"Are you hypocrites done?"

Seonghwa snapped his head back but didn't move his body to cover yours. He could only grin awkwardly at the man standing in front of the stall. "Hey San, what are you doing in the women's bath area?"

Suddenly, another head popped out from the sides, making you yelp and duck to hide in Seonghwa's arms.

"Well lookie here. I guessed you didn't accept my shower invitation because you already have a shower buddy, huh, (y/n)?" Wooyoung snickered.

Now, how the fuck are you going to deal with this?

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Happy Saturday Fandom :) This ep is solid gold. We see how Lucy takes care of Tim in her own way in this one. How pranking is one of their natural love languages. The continuous pining era continues on. It’s pretty damn glorious. Let’s get going shall we?

5x06 The Reckoning

We start off with Aaron and Tim. The more we get these two more I love it. Aaron asking Tim if he should be working? Didn’t he just have surgery? Tim deflects and says it was only an old bullet. Mmhmm. Aaron really jumps in after that. Says he heard him talking to Ashley about him grabbing rest of his stuff.... The balls on him LOL Tim straight up walks away from his ass before he can speak more. It’s so funny. Lucy can immediately see how grumpy Tim is as he approaches her.

She stops him and gets him to say good morning. Your girl won’t be ignored Timothy haha Also seeing her and Chris laughing no doubt added to his grumpy fire. He was trying to avoid it all together. Sadly your wife will not allow this. Tim is as civil as he can muster up. Not wanting to say or do more. Truly doesn't want to be around the clown.

So after his pleasantries he takes back off. Leaving Lucy stunned in his wake. She immediately looks to Aaron. Who says too much and yet not enough for her. Lucy is reaching for more but Aaron isn’t stupid. He stumbles around and tries to get away ASAP. Fearing he’s said too much as it is. The fear Tim has instilled in him is hilarious. Lucy is left wondering what the hell is going on with her best friend?

Aaron tries to get Tim talk again. Idk why he thinks he would truly I don't. lol He flames out pretty quickly with the idea. It's a swing and a miss good sir. Only one who gets that is currently not in this shop. They stop to help this director with a prop that fell out. Aaron tries to lift it solo to impress this girl. He fails so badly. Tim has to be tagged in to help him. This is where the premise of this episode begins.

Tim placing his radio down in her truck bed to help. Their hilarious banter kills me while they lift it up. My god it’s amazing Tim doesn’t kill Aaron regularly LOL Poor Tim looks wiped by the time they’re done loading it back up. He has to take a call while Aaron fails miserably at hitting on her. It’s so funny I’m cackling. They get called away while the director takes off with Tim’s radio...

The director finds Lucy of all people to return the radio to. What cracks me up the most is the director's confusion from Lucy's excitement LOL All she wants to do is the right thing with it and get it back to Tim. Here's Lucy 0-60 explosion of happiness with how delighted she is he forgot it. This scene is so great for a couple reasons. First off her calling Tim 'Broody.' I’m dying. I mean he can be pretty broody especially right now. It just kills me that’s how she referred to Tim. Second she seems so confused by Lucy’s excitement.

She starts going off about how Tim is a super cop. How he’s never once let her forget about being late to roll call one time. Asking her 'Can you believe that?' This girl is like ‘Ok….’ She just wanted to drop off a radio LMFAO. Even says ‘You’ll give it to him right? ‘Wondering if Lucy will given how giddy she is about him losing it. Lucy promises her she will…but she just gave her a Christmas present ha Not a good day unless she can mess with her soulmate.

Lucy is about to tell him when we see a look of realization dawn over her. Now we know she knows something is wrong with Tim. For him to forget his radio is a sin he would’ve blasted her to the wall for. She knows he’s off. Just doesn’t know why. Teasing/pranking is one of their love languages. Which is why she chooses this path with his radio going forward. So married even when they aren’t even sharing scenes.

We return to Tim and Aaron ripping apart their shop for his radio. Tim is frantic as he searches for it. Says he’s going to check their kit bag again. It then hits him that the lady they helped has it. Tim knows Aaron was trying to hit on her while he was on the phone. What Tim didn’t see was Aaron absolutely crash and burn with his lines.

So Tim asks if he got her number? Aaron KILLS me with his answer. He seems so cocky with his 'Almost.' I’m rolling. Tim’s reaction is the best part. Like what the hell am I going to do with that info? It’s completely useless and helps him in no way. Their dynamic is hysterical. I don’t know pre-Lucy Tim could’ve handled Aaron the way present day Tim does. lmao

Tim’s phone goes off. It’s someone texting him about his radio. He is so very confused what's happening. Also very agitated they're holding it hostage. Aaron asks who it is? Tim doesn’t know but says they’re in a lot of trouble. Aaron being his rookie self just says to do an incident report. Tim tells him why he can’t do that. I mean a day of suspension for a Sergeant isn't a good look...So I don't blame him for wanting to hunt it down instead. Tim zooms in and say that he knows where this is. So the race begins to find his stolen radio.

The guys arrive at a coffee truck. Aaron making a comment it looks sketchy af LOL Tim defends it saying this is where he gets his coffee every morning. Goes on a mini rant about screen writers and oak milk mafia. I love this man so much. His dislike of screenwriter continues and it's so funny. Aaron saying that line I love so much. That I have used couple times in previous reviews. Telling him he’s like the old dude from UP. I mean he is. haha But we love him just the same.

He asks the owner if she’s seen his radio? She tells him no. It’s then he gets another text of his radio on a studio lot. Aaron is so confused why this is happening. Saying they haven’t asked for money or anything. They could be doing anything with that radio but not this. Tim says he’s not sure but they’re gonna find out.

They make it the studio lot fairly quickly. They find out it’s where Tim’s fav movie was filmed. Aaron starts to put it together little more. Saying first his fav coffee place then his fav movie. Whoever this is texting him knows him really well. It’s then it hits Tim. it’s Lucy. Ain’t no one knows that man better than her. He knows it too. Who else would know about his elitist black coffee spot, favorite movie and the lot it was filmed on? His wife heh.

We get our first real scene of the episode and it’s glorious. They’re about as married as it gets in this scene. I love how post 5x05 they’re back to being flirty and playful. The teasing is top notch in this scene. Tim asks her right off the bat where his radio is? Lucy plays dumb and says maybe a vengeful spirit took it. It is Halloween after all. Tim doesn’t give into her teasing at first. Ask's why she’s doing this? He's SO grumpy Lordy lord. Good thing Lucy is well versed in all things Tim Bradford.

This doesn't phase her in the least. She charges forward with her plan. Continuing to play dumb and says she doesn’t know what he’s talking about… The sarcastic banter really picks up above. He asks if she’s doing this because he was tough on her as a rookie? I mean that could be one reason haha But that isn't THE reason Tim. Lucy is armed with sass and maximum level teasing with her reply ‘We’re you? Gosh, I hadn’t noticed…’

Lucy throws out her bait waiting for him to take a bite. Hoping he does so. Wrapping her concern into some playful banter. Thinking if she offers up her 'help.' He will crack and tell her what's going on with him. Tim holds steady and is just as sassy in his reply. Telling her there is nothing going on with him. Ok Tim....it's not like you're talking to the one person who knows you best or anything...

Lucy drops the playful banter and gets real with him. We can hear the concern in her voice. Especially the way she says 'Are you okay?' She is truly worried about him. She can't stand him being upset and her not knowing why. We do see him soften when she shows that concern for him. His words are saying one thing but his face is saying another. Look at that man above. All soft looks and heart eyes for her asking. For caring.

Despite the sweet look above he is is deflection nation with Lucy in his reply. Come on Timothy of all the people to do this to she is not the one. Can read you like a damn book blind if she had to. The thing to note here is the amount of feelings being shown here. Goodness these two are so damn loud with their feelings. In the middle of the bloody precinct no less. Which has been a thing for them since S4 really. No one could've been shocked they ended up together. If they were they clearly weren't paying attention ha

All Lucy wants to do is fix it for him. It's her natural instinct to do so. But the problem is Tim isn't sharing the problem so she can do this for him. He is being SO stubborn. She truly doesn't understand why he's being this obstinate. The best part of the scene is Lucy legit stomping off in frustration. Can't stand anymore of his games and takes off.

She is so damn mad he won’t just share with her. Share with your wife Timothy. His reaction kills me as well. Eric crushes it with the facial expressions. It's so friggin funny. Tim is just as exasperated with her and she is with him. Gah these two idiots in love. Acting like an old married couple in public. Lucy keeping his damn radio if he’s going to be a stubborn ass LOL I’m dying this scene is masterful.

Lucy comes up to Aaron again seeing if he knows anything. He tells her Tim is just upset about his radio. Lucy offers up she will give him the radio if he just spills it. Aaron holds strong and says he doesn’t know. Tim bypasses her on the way to the shop. Lucy’s sass is fantastic ‘Hi. Good morning.’ Mirroring the one at the beginning of the episode.

Like excuse me hubby you can’t just ignore me and not say hello. Lucy asks the question she already knows the answer to about his radio. Tim tells her it’s in the shop. We hear a call go off for a supervisor. Tim reaches in and grabs this gigantic radio answering dispatch back. Oh Tim...

Lucy’s face is hilarious. Trying not to laugh at his stubborn dumbass. All she wanted you to do was talk my love. Not like you haven't done that before. Now you’ve forced her hand in this prank war LOL Tim is trying so hard to save face with his ‘This is it.’ Lucy giving him crap that hasn’t been standard since the 60s. Tim ignores her and tells Aaron to roll.

Lucy can’t help herself and wants a picture of him with it. I love how cute she is. Tim ignores her and rolls up his window. Her reaction to him shutting window it's so funny. I mean look at HER FACE in that second gif. Like she wasn’t going to think of something to get him to use it. To get back at him for doing that. He brought this on himself. You can’t play these games and expect to win Tim haha

Such a wifey in this moment wanting a pic. I’m laughing so hard about this scene. Lucy tells him to do a radio check. That way she can get her damn pic. Tim’s face is so very over it. I’ve said this many times before. This is the woman you’ve chosen to love Tim LOL Her unbridled joy at thinking of this is so precious. Enjoying her damn self torturing him till he finally fesses up. Can you imagine the camera roll on both of these goobs phones? Probably a plethora of these types of moments. If looks could kill in that 4th gif. Good thing she's immune.

We catch our lovely duo at the end of shift. Lucy comes up with his radio. Hands it back to him. I love how both hold onto it longer than necessary. The symbolism with the radio was seen writers I see you. It was their way of keeping them connected through out this episode. Lucy’s way of staying connected with him. Doing her best to try and distract him. Take care of him in her own way through this prank. One of their love languages whether they admit it or not.

She didn't even know what was wrong but knew she needed to do something for him. Lucy telling him she thought it would be more fun to torture him. Help distract him from whatever he’s going through right now. Wanted to help him get his mind off of whatever is bothering him. Comments she should know better than to get into his personal business... Gah look at the way that man looks at her after she says that. To paraphrase Chandler Bing 'Could he be anymore in love with her?’ You are his personal business Lucy Chen.

All that’s been running around in his mind since you kissed him in 4x22. Tell me you’re in love without saying you are. That’s both of them in this scene. Especially our boy. Tim see's what she did for him. He can’t let her walk away without explaining. This is such growth for him. Look at this man sharing why he’s upset with her. Being truthful and honest about what happened. Lucy’s ‘I’m sorry.’ I truly think she is sorry for him but not for the situation. Inside I’m sure she’s doing victory dance of epic proportions.

He then does Lucy one more solid. Tells her he appreciates her radio gag. That it did help take his mind off things. I love this sfm. Not only has this man shared his feelings with her he then does this. My damn heart. Being so vulnerable in this moment with her. If you don’t see the growth that is this moment for Tim you haven’t been paying attention. I’m so proud of him. Look how far he's come. All because of that beautiful human in front of him. Beautiful inside and out. The impact she has had on this man is unreal.

Also It’s heart eyes nation out here and we’re all here for it. I mean she pranked him so he would feel better. And then he did. That’s love people. Also so very on brand for them it’s insane. Another thing I adore is he is going out of his comfort zone. All to thank her for what she did for him. Not just be annoyed but thank her. 'Started from the bottom now were here.' Oh my lord the growth. Let's not bypass the affectionate stares Lucy is throwing his way as well. This is a two way street of heart eyes and affection in this moment.

The way he looks at her when after she says ‘Well, good.’ Look at that man above. Might as well be a billboard that screams ‘Tim Bradford is hopelessly in love with Lucy Chen.’ Also my god he looked delicious as hell in that shirt. Dark blue does him wonders mmm. That’s my fav color with my fav human. Double yum. Plus biceps on display. Sinfully delicious this man.

Anyways heh There is so much left unsaid and tension between them. You can see it above. There is more Tim wants to say. It reminds me of their parking lot chat in 4x22. Where Lucy is holding her breath as she waits for it. Tim trying to build up the courage to say it. Before he can the clown walks over. Having no idea what he’s just walked into.

Chris comes barreling in like an idiot. Or maybe for once he senses something. But that might be giving him too much credit. Lucy asking if Tim wants to join them? I mean that sounds like legit hell to Tim. He understands her motives though. Maybe if it was just her….Tim does his patented fake Sanford smile. The one where it doesn’t really touch his eyes.

He’s just uncomfortable and wants to go. Look at his body language all he wants to do is flee. He declines and tells them to have fun. You can see Chris's face is slightly confused when Lucy offers this. Like why are you offering for your boss to join us? Cause she's in love with him but you're not gonna put that together. What a ignorant putz lol

We talk about the pinning era in this first half a lot. This one moment is the most epic of the pinning. Tim Bradford is legit LONGING for Lucy out in the open. How he blatantly turns back to watch them go. My poor heartbroken man. The way he drops his arm in defeat. Frustrated she’s with Chris and not him. Gah it's so good. Tim looking devastated she’s with the clown. That he has to go home alone without her. That mistake from 4x12 coming back to haunt him in this moment. Watching as they leave with deep longing and want in his eyes for her. He sighs and climbs into his truck.

Both of their looks are saying so much in this moment. This is what I mean by angsty goodness. Hurts so good to watch these kind of scenes. Lucy sensing his eyes on her and looks right back. The game has changed for her now he’s not with Ashley. It shows as she gazes back at Tim. She's supposed to be present with the clown...but her look indicates she is anything but that. Lucy is back at that truck mentally with Tim as she returns that look. She is throwing out just as much love and longing as Tim is in these looks of theirs. She is feeling what he is throwing down and feels the pull to him. Damn good ep good I love the pining era. It’s *chef kiss*

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Side notes-non Chenford

James and Nyla was goodness per usual always enjoy their SL’s

Wes’s SL was ROUGH. Elijah winning and his past being drug up in this one. I wanted to smack him a bit and so did Angela lol

Thank you as always to the amazing readers of these reviewer. Your likes, comments and reblogs fuel my soul and I adore you all. See you in 5x07 :)

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Warnings: Mentions of death, mentions of losing mother, arguing, twd warnings (angst -> to fluff)

Synopsis; Going through a loss, Carl tries his best to help. Even through argument and grief.

Running off on your own was always a bad idea— but after a fight with Carl you hadn't even thought about safety.

He'd argued that you were to unstable for runs, having lost your mom a week earlier you'd become distant, and sometimes insensitive.

You'd told off anyone who'd tried to help you grieve, and on your last run you'd thrown yourself into a hoard out of anger— though you'd been lucky to have taken them on without being bit.

As soon as Daryl had warned Carl of your actions, he'd been on your case. Insisting you take time to grieve, rather than going on runs.

"You can't go out like this, you'll come back dead." He lectured, frustrated and fearful for your safety, "You're being reckless, and stupid."

"I don't give a damn, Carl." You shouted, "You aren't my babysitter, just leave me be."

"Everyone's worried about you, Daryl, Daryl of all people was the one who told me. Daryl's worried."

"I don't care Carl, if I want to go for runs I go for runs. You aren't my dad." You faltered at your own words, thinking of your father whom you'd lost.

Carl paused for a moment, sighing, "Listen, I came to talk to you because my dad's restricting you. He wants someone's eye on you all the time, figured it was best I gave you the option to agree."

"I'm not a child, I don't need that." You stood from your seat, at the kitchen table— frustrated. Carl looked up, watching you.

"Y/n this is because we care, not because we don't trust you—"

"Yeah, sure seems like it. You all blame me, for what happened, god knows I do too. But that doesn't mean I want to risk more lives by being replaced on runs."

You shook your head, looking to the door, "What I'm trying to say is— maybe it wouldn't be so bad if I was next."

"Don't say that." He said sternly, now realizing how serious the situation was, "This is Bullshit. Y/n you need to get your head out of your ass and realize what's going on—

— you almost died last night, because you got upset. You almost got multiple people killed because you can't control yourself."

You looked at him, his words setting in like salt to a wound. It stung, hearing someone you loved so much say something so blunt.

You can't control yourself. It rang through your mind, hanging in the air as realization hit him. Though, he was far to stubborn to admit it. Not until he had time to cool down.

"Control.. myself?" You looked at him, your sadness turning to anger quickly. "Control? You have never once been reprimanded for anything you've done—

— How would you know how I feel? You could commit anything you wanted and it'd be covered up wouldn't it?" You shouted, the tears forming.

"Covered up? Is that what you think of me?" His voice raised, looking at you, "You don't get to dictate how I've grieved, that's not what this is about!"

"Fuck you, Carl. Fuck you, and your stupid ego. You don't get to dictate my grieving either. And I won't let you."

Before he could respond, you were out the door— and here you were back at the beginning.

You fell against a tree, everything setting in finally. You'd just ran from the help you needed, yelled at the opportunity to have such help, and most importantly you'd just lost your mom.

Everything you'd burried inside yourself shone now, in the woods late at night. Your body shook with sobs, your tears fading as you ran out.

Who knew how long you'd been crying, how long you'd been out there, how long everyone may have looked for you.

But, your loud sobs were sure to attract some sort of reaction from the world. And soon you found the noises of a biter crawling closer.

You reached for a rock, wiping your nose weakly. The undead figure appeared in front of you, lurching forward, knocking you flat against the tree as you smashed the rock over it's head.

You were sure you'd earned wounds from such, on your back from the sharp edges of the tree, on your hand from the force of the rock, but you far from cared.

All that mattered to you now was letting it all out— you smashed the rock over the biters head, though it was long dead. You sobbed over the rotting corpse, weakly crying out when ever the rock made contact.

You felt cold hands take your wrists, pulling you from the corpse as you dropped the rock. Carl pulled you into his arms, glad to find you safe— though his heart broke for your state.

He didn't take you home, not yet, he just let you sob. Doing his best to keep you warm as you did so, no words truly needed to explain your feelings.

He rubbed circles into your back, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you slowly soothed— you only acknowledging him when you'd finally calmed down.

"I'm sorry.." You whispered, leaning further into him, "I didn't mean it— any if it I didn't..I didn't. I want to live, I mean it, I do. I don't think you grieve wrong.. you're so—"

"Shhh, I know. I know." He hummed, his hands still running circles into your back. "Let's get you back, you need to lay down."

He helped you up, his arm never unwrapping from you as he guided you back to Alexandria, walking passed people who'd been wondering where you were— where you'd gone.

He gave them nods, assuring you were fine, never once pausing to talk to anyone. He finally stopped when he'd reached your room, gesturing for you to sit on the bed.

He kneeled in front of you— you on the bed, him on the floor. "Are you hurt any? Any more than this.." He asked, examining your beat up hands, holding them in his.

"My uh.. back a little. Damn biter got me against a tree." You watched as his face contoured with worry, fearing you'd been bitten, "He didn't get me, no bites."

He gave a relieved look, "I'll clean you up. Then you can sleep, as long as you want." He guaranteed, standing up and taking off to fetch things for your wounds.

You pulled your shirt off, giving access to your back when he came back. Whilst waiting you glared around your room, everything seemed to remind you of her— your mom.

It hurt so much that you didn't feel the aching in your body, the soreness in your throat, every thought was simply of her.

You blamed yourself, you were on the run with her, and now she was gone. You'd all split up and by the time you'd reached her once more, she was gone— turning.

Carl returned, snapping you from your thoughts. He adjusted himself behind you on the bed, pressing a cloth to the fresh cuts on your shoulder blades, apologizing everytime you winced.

"It gets better." He promised, from behind you, "It never heals, but it gets better. You think about the bad less. Miss the good more."

"What do you remember about her..?" You whispered, listening to the sincerity in his voice. He began bandaging your back as he proceeded—

— "As much as I can, I think of her a lot." He admitted, "She told me I'd beat this world, I try to make it true for her."

"She told me to be good to you."

"What?" He pulled from the bandages, to look at you.

"She did, my mom. Told me her biggest regret was losing my dad— how she treated him before."

Carl didn't respond, fixing the placement of the bandages before kissing your shoulder, "The last thing your mom told me was to look after you. I don't think she knew how or when— but.. i think she knew she was going."

"She'd come to terms with it, is what I mean." he finished.

You nodded, looking down at your hands, "I think I'm ready to sleep now."

He smiled, pulling the basket from the bed, "Lay down, I'll get your hands then you can sleep." You nodded, laying down on your side, you hands spralled in front of you off the bedside.

Once he'd finished, he discarded the basket on the floor, turning off the light and laying on his side to your right— wrapping his arms around you.

You put your hands on his, your intertwined hands resting on your lower stomach. He leaned into your back, head resting in between your exposed shoulder blades.

"I love you." He whispered, promising; "I'll do whatever I can to help."

"I love you too." You squeezed his hand, before fading into sleep.

#carl grimes oneshot #carl #the walking dead #carl grimes #twd #carl grimes x reader #syds page #the walking dead fluff #carl grimes drabble #carl grimes blurb #fanfic

[morbidlyhumorous]

Save Me Pt. 2 (Bucky Barnes)

TW: Abuse

My hand was tightly gripping Bucky's metal one as we drove. He kept shooting glances in my direction and would squeeze my hand in return every few minutes. And then I saw the house. If I had been holding Bucky's real hand, it would have broken at that moment. He pulled the car into the driveway and parked, but didn't get out. He turned to look at me as he asked, "Are you sure about this?" I nodded my head, my eyes glued to the house before us. He sighs as he brings my hand to his lips and presses a kiss to my knuckles. I meet his gaze as he says, "Please be safe.""I will, I promise."I climb out of the car and walk the path to the front door. I wipe my hands on my jeans and knock on the door, very aware of Bucky's eyes on me. Then the door opens and there stands my dad. When he registers who's standing before him, he smiles and hugs me. I stiffen slightly but he pulls away after a quick second. "Y/n, sweetie, it's so great to see you again. Who's the friend?" I follow his line of sight to Bucky and his car. "Oh, he's a friend. He offered to give me a ride here." I wave at Bucky, the signal that he can leave. He waves back and then reverses out of the driveway and leaves.

My dad opens the door a little wider and ushers me in before closing it behind us. The house looks exactly the same as when I left, minus the kids. My other siblings had all grown up and moved out, but nothing had been touched since. I made myself comfortable on the couch while dad took the seat opposite me. He seemed pretty unchanged, too, just a few more white hairs. "So, how's work? Are you enjoying it?""Yeah, I am enjoying it. There's something new everyday and I have some great colleagues." I say, smoothing my hands on my jeans. Dad quirks his brow at the last part and asks, "Is that guy one of your colleagues?" I nod and he sighs before saying, "Well then no wonder you think your colleagues are great, he looks like a bad person and I know how you're attracted to those people who are bad for you. He didn't even come out to greet me or anything." I take a deep breath as I reply, "He was in a hurry, his mom was expecting him." My dad waved away my excuse and switched the topic, leaving me feeling slightly insulted.

We talked for a little longer before he stood to make dinner, leaving me alone in the living room. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket to see a few texts from Bucky. He was asking if all was okay so far, so I gave him a thumbs up. Eventually, dad said dinner was ready and I joined him at the table. It was a very good meal, but when we had finished, dad asked me to do the dishes. "While you may not live here anymore, you are still currently under my roof and you need to be humbled a bit. Now go clean the dishes." I stared at him, dumbfounded, before I uttered a soft, "Ok," and carried the dishes to the sink. As I washed them, I saw my dad go to the fridge and take out a big beer bottle. I sighed. Another part of him that had not changed.When I finished, I rejoined him in the living room and we sat in an awkward silence for a while. "So, y/n, why has it been 7 years since you've been here?""Oh, y'know, I've been busy with all of my work and extensive traveling that comes with it.""See, that sounds plausible, but I don't think that's why." I felt my mouth go dry at his comment and I asked, "What do you mean?"

He stared me down and took a swig of his beer before replying. "You're avoiding me because you think I'm a bad person. It's all because of that terrible mother of yours. When I was busy working my ass off to support this family, she was turning my own children against me." It was silent for a moment, and in that silence I heard the ghost of his shouting. "I don't think that's what happened at all." He scoffed and took another swig. "Of course she did it, it's in her manipulative nature. She's a real bitch." At those words I felt my face grow hot. "How dare you call my mom that. She was a much better person than you."I pretended to scratch my back but I actually hit the button on my phone that called Bucky. He would need to hear this conversation. My dad became slightly red in the face. "Oh don't even. She manipulated all of you because she victimizes herself. I can't help being a little grumpy after spending all of my time working." "A little grumpy?" I laughed incredulously, "You were abusive. You shouted and hit us and have left us traumatized. You're the one victimizing yourself because you're so narcissistic.""I will not be talked to like this in my own house!" He shouted, his face a brilliant red color now. "I don't live under your roof now, you can't control me," I said as I stood up.

Dad stood up as well and the glass bottle came crashing down over my head. I stumbled a little at the blow and then I felt blood begin to trickle down my face."You fucking bitch," he screamed at me. He slapped me hard across the face and the force behind it brought me to the ground. There were stars before my eyes when I noticed his foot coming towards me. It made contact with my gut and I curled in on myself. He kicked me a few more times, screaming profanities at me. He knelt down next to me and grabbed me by the hair to lift my head, making it feel like it was on fire. "You are an absolute bitch and will never amount to anything, you worthless piece of shit. You're just like your mom." He practically spit out, pulling my hair more and making me cry out.All of a sudden, he let go of my hair and I let my head fall. Through my blurry vision, I saw Bucky holding my dad, beating the shit out of him. He left his unconscious body in the corner before he came for me. He knelt beside me, his face appearing very worried. "Hey, doll, you're gonna be okay, I've got you." He said, but his voice sounded far away. I couldn't get my eyes to focus and breathing was hurting. Bucky picked me up and hurried out of the house, laying me gently in the back of the car before speeding off. During the drive, I passed out.

When I came to, I was laying on a bed in the med bay, Bucky asleep with his head on the edge of the bed and clutching my hand. I moved my thumb lightly over his knuckles and he was instantly awake and alert. "Y/n, how do you feel?""I feel pretty achey and I hurt all over." At my words, he gave me a sad smile before pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. "My brave girl," he murmured, resting his hand against the side of my face. I relished his touch and nuzzled his hand. "What happened to my dad?" I asked after a moment of silence. "Thanks to your little phone call, coupled with your current state, we had enough evidence to get him locked away for life. He can't hurt you anymore." At Bucky's words, I felt a few relieved tears fall. He saw and he drew me into his arms, rubbing my back comfortingly. "I've got you, doll, and he will never hurt you again." I buried my head in the crook of his neck and felt the weight of being afraid for so long lifted off of me. I kissed Bucky again and he smiled into the kiss, his hand slightly gripping my waist. Neither of us were perfect, but as long as we had each other, we'd be alright. And that's all I needed.I did something new and wrote a pt. 2 for once! If you guys have anyone you wanna see next, let me know and any ideas for a plot if you have one.

#oneshot #bucky barnes #winter soldier #marvel #the avengers

[blueicequeen19]

Walking Away

Honestly, I kinda hate this lol might delete later

Part two because I’m a sucker

My whole life I’d been plagued with always having the strength to walk away. It got annoying as I got older. Especially living on an island with Kooks. There were many times I’d wished I’d sucker punched someone instead of walking away. How I’d wished I’d taken the step and kissed someone first. The truth was, I wasn’t strong. I was a coward.

It’s late. Too late to be at a Kook party. I only left the house for this stupid party because my sister made me. We were eleven months apart but I felt much older than I was. Especially having to babysit my sister constantly. She would drink too much and I made sure she stayed safe then took her home so no one else could. That's what I was currently doing. Watching her drink from across the room while she flirted with every Kook that gave her attention.

"Hi." I jump as I turn to face JJ Maybank, the blonde klepto with too much charm for his own good but never backed down from a fight. We'd gone to school together our whole lives and this is the first time he's talked to me in a social setting.

"Hi." I say flatly, turning my attention back to my dumb sister.

"I'm JJ." He says and I roll my eyes. What a prick. "Do you want a drink?" He asks.

"I'm the DD, so no. And I know who you are. We've spent the last 12 years going to the same school." I bite out and his eyes narrow in confusion, like this is the first time he's noticed me. That makes me feel real good.

"Sorry, I didn't recognize you." JJ gives a nervous laugh. So maybe I've started wearing makeup and styling my hair differently. I thought I still looked like myself but apparently not.

"That's comforting." I mumble and he cocks his head at me with a smirk.

"Are you always this approachable?" JJ asks.

"I try but it's apparently not working." My eyes lock with his blue ones, his jaw clenching as he stares back at me.

"Why come to a party if you're not going to enjoy yourself?" JJ questions. Why couldn't he just leave me alone?

"Because someone has to babysit my sister." I snap. His gaze follows mine and we both watch my sister soaking up all the male attention she wants. He opens his mouth but I cut him off.

"We don't have to do this. I'm not a fan of small talk and I have no interest in being another notch on the Maybank belt." I turn away from him as his face darkens in anger.

Good. Maybe he'll leave me alone.

"I didn't come over here to try and get in your pants. Although, maybe I should have. Maybe I could remove the stick from your ass." I gasp as he turns and walks away.

Asshole. Even though he's right. I wasn't a pleasant person but it kept me safe. It kept my sister safe.

Later that night, I get my sister home only to find out she'd lost her phone at the party. Once she's tucked into bed with a trash can next to her, I go back to find it. There's less people here than before and I assume it's because everyone is probably hooking up in whatever corner they could find.

I find my sister's phone by the pool, passing by a screen door when I see movement out of the corner of my eye. I stop and glance over to see some girl on her stomach on a couch, her body jerking with each hard thrust from behind. I can't breathe as I watch JJ fuck this girl. She throws her head back as she moans, his hand coming around to grip her throat as her body bows. I wish I could hear them. Not just see them.

I was frozen as I watched them, heat like I'd never experienced before went straight to my clit. I rubbed my thighs together, trying to ease some of the throbbing pain. He shoves her head back down on the couch, pushing one of her legs off the side of the cushion for a better angle. I could see him disappearing inside her. Over and over again. He wipes his hair from his eyes then locks eyes on me. I gasp as his eyes stay on mine while he continues to fuck her. JJ leans down, licking up her spine as he keeps watching me, his hips brutally slapping against her ass.

JJ whispers something to her and I see her hand dip between her legs. Her body shakes, her head thrown back as she orgasms. A moment later he follows, his face pinched up in pleasure has me ready to cum on the spot. Why was that so hot? I didn't realize I liked to watch people until this very moment. I feel his eyes rake over me before she leans back and kisses him on the mouth. He cups her throat as he kisses her, a knowing smirk on his lips as he does. When he pulls out I take that as my cue to leave, immediately running to the pool gate and booking it to my car.

I jumped in, turning the AC on full blast to try and cure the fever that riddled my body. I was wound so tight I could almost finger myself right then and there. It hurt. My pussy actually hurt from being so turned on. I look up just in time to see the girl leaving the house and walking to her car, a satisfied smirk on her face before she drives off. I jump when my passenger door opens and JJ plops down in the seat, dressed with flushed cheeks. My throat was suddenly so dry.

"Get out." I blurt but he leans back in the seat, just watching me.

"Did you like the show?" He asks and I feel my cheeks burning,

"I-I.." I don't even know what to say. All I want is to curl up into a hole and die. This was so embarrassing. I felt like such a creep.

"It's okay. I don't mind. I kinda liked having an audience." JJ shrugs.

"What do you want?" I finally ask, wishing he'd just fuck off so I could go home and relieve this tension.

"I want to watch. It's my turn." He turns in his seat so he's facing me, looking at my clenched thighs.

"You're out of your fucking mind. Someone could see." I snap and he glances out the windshield.

"It's three in the morning. No one will see. You know you want to. I bet you're soaking your shorts right now." His words send a pulse to my clit. He was right. I wanted to so bad. I couldn't describe how I was feeling. Embarrassed? Humiliated?

"You watched me. I get to watch you. Maybe getting yourself off will put you in a better mood." JJ slumps in the seat, spreading his legs and showing off the bulge between his legs. How was he hard? Didn't he just get off?

"You don't have to take your shorts off or show me anything. I just want to watch your face while you cum." I still have no words. My heart was racing and even with the AC on, I felt like I was sweating.

"Just picture what I was just doing. What you watched me do." JJ's voice seems lower, thick with desire. I closed my eyes, popping the button on my shorts then lowering the zipper.

There's suddenly a tapping on my window and my blood runs cold as I turn, finding Shoupe with a very unamused expression. I roll the window down, at a loss for words. I was going to go to jail!

"Why are you guys hanging out around here?" Shoupe demands. I don't realize that JJ has scooted closer until his breath hits my cheek.

"She's giving me a ride home, sheriff. Nothing illegal here." JJ says casually. He had one of those personalities that just made you want to believe whatever he said. Do whatever he wanted.

"Uh huh, well go. It's late." Shoupe jerks his head, signaling us to leave and I roll the window up as I put the car in gear. The mood was gone and my embarrassment was back. I knew where JJ lived since I had to pass his house to get to mine. I used to always see him and John B walking or riding their dirt bikes before we all got our licenses. I pull up outside his house, killing the engine so the headlights didn't shine into the house and wait for him to get out.

"You're taking me back to get my truck tomorrow." JJ says and I shoot him an angry look.

"You got into my car. I didn't make you leave your truck." I snap and he smirks, leaning across the console with his lip tucked between his teeth. His eyes lock on my shorts where they are still open, my black lace panties showing. I quickly fix my shorts and his eyes meet mine and I lean against my door to escape his burning gaze.

"I know but I need another excuse to get you alone again. I will see you cum. I can't wait." JJ gives me one more look over before climbing out and going inside without another word. I released the breath I didn't realize I was holding. My skin was buzzing again. When did JJ Maybank get to me this bad?

I wake up to the terrible buzzing of my phone, scrambling across my bed to get it off my nightstand. I answer without looking to see who it was, knowing it's probably important at this hour.

"What?" I grumble.

"Y/N, I'm at Topper's. Can you come get me?" My sister says with a giggle and I roll my eyes.

"You snuck out?" I hiss, jumping from bed in my sleep shirt and shorts in search of my sandals.

"Don't give me shit. Just come get me or I'll walk." She threatens, hanging up on me without another word. Jesus Christ. Sisters. Why did I get stuck with the one that was the biggest pain in the ass?

I sneak out of the house and quickly make the twenty minute drive to Figure Eight. There's so many cars that I have to park several houses down and walk to Topper's house. The party has ventured outside and down the dock, people dancing and drinking everywhere as I make my way around back. I catch several guys looking at me and I glare back, not sure what the hell their problem is until I cross my arms, realizing I forgot a damn bra. I'd been in such a hurry to leave that I didn't put a bra on or change out of my very short sleep shorts. Jesus, half my ass was hanging out. I snatch up someone's hoodie and yank it on, embarrassed that it's actually much longer than my shorts. I wonder about the party in search of my sister when I finally spot her, smiling up at JJ. Something I can only describe as rage takes over and I march over, yanking her away from him.

"What the fuck?" She shrieks, yanking her arm away from me. Her eyes take in my appearance and they narrow in disgust. "Who's hoodie is that? Why are you dressed like that?" She demands but I ignore her, wanting to slap the amused look off JJ's face.

"Let's go!" I hiss but she yanks her arm free again with a scowl.

"I can't find my keys and I'm not leaving my car here." She scoffs, crossing her arms.

"Jesus Christ, don't set your shit down at a party!" I shout as the music is turned up obnoxiously loud.

"I'll help look!" JJ yells back and my sister beams like a kid on Christmas. I roll my eyes, stomping off in search of her stupid keys. I end up searching the entire first floor, growing angrier and angrier as I think about JJ hooking up with my sister somewhere. I go upstairs, looking for her rather than the keys. I pass a door that's half open and moans meet my ears and sending heat all over my body. Oh, god. Please don't be them.

I glance in, seeing John B and Sarah fucking on the bed. She was riding the hell out of him. She smiled as he praised her and told her how much he loved her while cupping her breasts. I pushed away from the door, ducking inside the bathroom across the hall but I could still hear them. I leave the lights off as I splash cold water on my face, trying to cool my body off. Why was I like this? The door quickly opens and closes and I squeal as JJ presses against my back. I whimper, feeling him press into my back. Was he always hard? What the fuck.

His hand find my hips, holding my gaze in the mirror as his hand dips under the too big hoodie and caresses me over my thin shorts. I grip the counter as fireworks go off in my body, making my toes curl.

"Look at you. You need it." JJ says, taking my earlobe between his teeth as he rubs my clit. Sarah was growing louder and I was growing wetter. "Let me touch you. Let me make it better. I promise you'll love it." JJ begs against my ear and I find myself nodding. Just make it stop hurting. "Take this off. I don't want to see you in another man's clothes." He stops for only a second, long enough to yank the hoodie off and drop it on the floor. His eyes roam down my entire body, caressing the skin of my stomach where my shirt had rode up before slipping down the front of my shorts. I couldn't hardly breathe as his fingers circled my clit and my body slumped against his as I panted.

"Don't hold back. I want to see it. I want to hear it." JJ kisses my neck and I whimper again, his fingers working so good. They slip lower just as I start to think I need more and they curl inside me. My arm flies up, gripping the back of his neck as his palm presses against my clit while his fingers jerk inside me.

"Yes. That's it. Cum for me. You're so fucking wet." I arch my back, crying out as Sarah does. My body trembles, an obscene wet sound coming from between my thighs as he works me through my high. His heavy breathing hit my ear and I locked eyes with him in the mirror, whimpering as I pictured him fucking that girl on the couch again. Only the girl was me. I came again as his hand gripped my nipple roughly through my shirt. I pushed away from him, leaning over the counter as I fought to catch my breath. I felt his hands slide up the curves of my ass before I looked up and saw him bring his wet fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean. Why was that so hot? I pushed my ass against him, silently asking for something I never thought I would. I needed more. JJ smiled before glancing down at my offering with a shake of his head, pressing his erection against me through his shorts.

"Baby, you're not ready for this just yet." JJ taunts, pressing against me again before slipping from the bathroom and leaving me alone, dying for more.

I quickly cleaned myself up, pulled on the random guy's hoodie, then went in search of my sister. After frantically looking for her and checking the whole house twice, I checked my phone to see a text from her. She found her keys and drove home. I let out a frustrated scream and stormed outside, letting the door slam behind me as I quickly made my way back over to my car. I stop abruptly when I see someone sitting in the truck parked behind me. It takes me a split second to realize who it is. He's leaned back in the seat, one arm clutching the headrest of the seat next to him, eyes closed and breathing heavily. He almost looks like he's sleeping. His lips part, brows pinched together as he lets out a long breath then I see a head pop up out of his lap. I spin around and drop down into my car.

Twice. That's twice I've caught him messing around with someone. I just watched him get a fucking blowjob in his truck. I bury my face in my hands as I try to cool my cheeks, forcing the blush to go away. I just wanted to go home. Why did I have to be such a good sister? I jump when I hear a door slam and I watch in my passenger mirror as the girl walks off in the opposite direction. I look in my rear view mirror to see that the truck is empty. Where did JJ go? My drivers door opens and I squeal as he leans down with a smirk, looking too amused for someone who just got head.

"Miss me?" JJ teases. I shove him in the chest but he doesn't close my door.

"You're impossible." I breathe.

"I told you I'd get you alone again. I knew you wouldn't leave your sister hanging." JJ says and I gawk at him. He planned this. "I hid her keys until you showed up." He shrugs like it's no big deal and I fight the urge to hit him like a maniac.

"Are you jealous?" He asks, smiling like a fool. What the fuck was his problem?

"Of what!?" I yell. JJ leans in, his breath hitting my ear as his lips graze my neck. His body has me caged in, unable to escape as his mouth sends goosebumps all over my body.

"The girl getting to suck me off after I turned you down." JJ growls, suddenly fisting the hoodie as he kisses my neck. "I told you I didn't want to see you in other guys' clothes." JJ snarls, biting my shoulder through the hoodie. I cry out and he suddenly rips it off me, tossing it in the yard. This fucking guy. I cross my arms over my breasts but it's too late. He saw how hard my nipples were.

"What is wrong with you? You had your chance and you turned me down. You think you're God's gift to women or something. News flash, I don't want your community dick!" JJ leans in, practically on top of me as he forces my legs apart and shoves his hand down my shorts, forcing two thick fingers inside me. I cry out, my back arching off the seat as he fills me.

"You want it. You'd agree to anything when I have you like this so don't lie to me. Maybe I just want you to mess with you. Maybe I don't even want to fuck you. I just want to drive you crazy with need then leave you hanging because it's fun. Because I like seeing you angry and suffering. Beg me and I'll give it to you right now in the back of this car. I'll make you wake up the whole neighborhood. Go on, beg me." JJ curls his fingers and I have no choice but to spread my legs, desperate for more. But I wouldn't beg him. Absolutely not. I clench my teeth together, turning away from him as he digs his knee into my seat against my hip while he fingers me.

"It's always you bratty, stuck-up girls that turn to putty in my fucking hands as soon as I'm inside you. You're not special. You're not better than me. You just need to be put in your place. Give up control once in your life." Tears spring to my eyes as his words hit home and I push his hand away, finally able to breathe as he steps back and slams the door in my face.

Maybe he was right. Maybe the only reason I was able to walk away so well was because it meant I was in control. I slammed my head back against the headrest, my thighs squeezed together as I tried to force away the ache in my body. I needed a release and I wouldn't get it from JJ Maybank. I would not let him control my body like that. I would get it from someone else.

#smutwarning #jj maybank smut #jj maybank fic #jj maybank imagine #outer banks smut #obx2 #jj maybank fluff #jj obx #jj maybank x you #rudy pankow

[imastrangeone98]

The Room Where It Happened - Chapter 4: Preparing for the Reunion

(A/N: preparing for law school is a b*tch don't ever do it 😭 also I'm happy this series is getting seen, I didn't think people would like a korean reader XD)

Here's chapter 3 if you missed it

Miguel almost didn't hear Jessica come in, eyes and ears honed on the screens before him. He didn't turn around, yet he spoke: "What is it now?"

"Are you sure about this? Going to see her at this point in time? You know she'll suspect something- if she ain't already on their side of things." She crossed her arms and watched the leader carefully. "She'll give you one hell of a fight, that's for sure."

"It wouldn't be her if she didn't put one up," he mumbled under his breath. "Get the team ready- we leave in a few hours. Lyla will help you."

The AI popped into view. "Hey, don't bring me into your terrible love life-"

"Fine; but don't blame us when she kicks our asses... Yours too." Jess then stormed out of the room, Lyla grumbling near her while managing some screens of the team members.

Miguel chose to ignore her comment. Instead, he sat at his computer, eyes viewing yet seeing nothing, lost in the memories of the past.

The fury in your eyes still seared him, even after all these months. He knew that the moment you laid eyes on him, you would spare no efforts to choke the life out of him with your bare hands, or even slice his throat with your sickles and bleed him out to dry.

He couldn't bring himself to blame you if you did.

His eyes flitted to the image of Gabriella and him... and you.

The you from his past, who his alternate self never once spared a glance at until he came to take over his role and saw you. The you from his past who loved to tickle Gabby after every soccer victory and buy her ice cream, wiping her mouth every time she made a mess of her chin. The you from his past who loved to dance with him in the kitchen while making dinner, arms thrown around his shoulders as you smiled up at him, eyes aglow with love and joy.

The you from his past, who helped him cradle Gabby in his arms when his world fell apart, only for you to reach out to him, tears in your eyes, as your body fell apart. And he could do nothing but reach out to you in turn with now-empty arms, grasping the air you once occupied, the memory of you the only reminder that you had been alive.

The memory of you that haunted him whenever he looked at you. The you of now, who fiercely guarded your city as your universe's Spider-Woman. The you of now, whose strength and ferocity knew no bounds, and quickly became the most reliable member with the highest success rate on missions. The you who, despite the pain in your gaze, still looked upon him with that achingly familiar love that never failed to make his heart thud in his chest.

The you of now, who threw your watch on the ground and disappeared back to your world when you could not bear it anymore, leaving him to cradle your goober in his hands in the space where you left him.

It's been months, yet the pain of losing you once more still left a bitter taste in his mouth. Could he bear to bring you pain once more, after all that's happened?

Then he reminded himself: you disappeared because of him. No matter how much pain he brought you, nothing could be more unbearable than being erased.

And when Lyla emerged once more, telling him the rapid progress of the assembly of the hit squad, Miguel knew he had to prepare himself for what would likely be his own death sentence.

Even at the cost of his own heart.

[...]

"Earth-42. That's where your buddy is," you announced with a mouthful of breakfast. "Get ready to head out; I'm anticipating company."

"How do you know? Also, you look terrible," Margo commented. The others nodded in agreement.

"Just some bad sleep; I'll be fine~" You brushed off their concerns, but Peter B. gave you a knowing look that you couldn't ignore.

The truth was that you had stayed up all night poring over the multiverse charts and energy readings. Science had never been your strong suit; it was by sheer luck that you managed to track an abnormal blip in that one particular universe.

And... you were mentally preparing yourself for Miguel's inevitable arrival. Something like this would not slip past him, and he would take whatever measures were necessary to deal with this so-called "original anomaly."

Even if it meant tearing you apart to do so.

There was no other option but to fight him and buy the group time before Miguel could get to the kid first...

...Could you bear it? Fighting him for your life, tearing each other apart? Could you bring yourself to hurt a man who had already lost so much, suffered too many greats, just for a minute chance at saving a kid's father without destroying the entirety of the multiverse?

You don't know. You don't want to know. But you know you will.

"What's that sound?" Gwen suddenly whispered, and you were jolted from your thoughts... literally. Your hideout began to shake, and the spiders scurried to cover the windows and doors.

Your stomach churned. "Get to the storage. I'll buy you some time to teleport out of here."

Peter B. gave you a knowing look. You nodded at him.

Margo and Peni didn't hesitate to dash to the storage room, hurrying to set up the portal. Noir and Ham nodded at you, expressions grim, then follow the kids. But the other teens didn't share their urge to flee just yet, eyes full of understanding... and fear.

Your heart ached for them. They're way too young to face Miguel at his worst, let alone all of this multiverse "canon" nonsense.

"All of you, get a move on too," you reassured them, giving each one a pat on the head. "Let me worry about Miguel. You need to focus on finding your friend Miles and getting him back home."

"But what about you?" Pavitr asked (he was slowly becoming your favorite of the group... not that you'd tell the others that). "Miguel... he's scary in a fight."

You let out a humorless laugh. "Trust me, kid. There's no one who knows that better than me."

And with that, you nodded at Peter B., who took your hint and ushered off the others. Hobie gave you a quick glance back, and he gave you a grim look.

"It'll proally take five minutes," he told you. "We'll wait until then."

You smirked. "That should be more than enough. And if it's not..."

He grunted. He's always been perceptive, that Hobie. You smiled in spite of yourself, feeling oddly proud of him.

You watched until they disappeared into the safety of the storage, then instructed the spiny spiders to form a shield, effectively blocking the door from anything... and anyone.

You sucked in a deep breath. The shaking grew stronger. The spiders grew restless, and scattered to the darkness, awaiting your orders. And with a sigh, you followed them, blending yourself into the shadows.

At the very least, you wanted to put on a show, no matter how small.

[...]

"I heard multiple voices. They're in here, alright," Jess reported, leaning against her motorcycle. "...And so is she."

Miguel chewed on his lip for a moment before nodding. He was all too familiar with the light cadence of your footsteps to pretend otherwise.

"Tell the squad to wait outside. They enter on my orders." He turned his back to his friend, and faced the shoddy wood entrance. "I'll go in first. See if there's a way to resolve this peacefully."

She gave him a knowing look. "And if there isn't?"

Miguel said nothing.

With a heavy sigh, Jess left to distribute his orders, leaving him to face the music alone.

To face you.

It was difficult to swallow. A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead.

He pushed open the door and stepped inside.

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A/N: next chapter is the showdown ooooh I'm personally excited 😊

#across the spiderverse #atsv #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader

[maguro13-2]

Shattered Hero ~ Origins of the Ink Demon : Episode Maka Pt.23

"Flame Core Zone"

[Flame Core ~ Volcano ~ - Tomoya Ohtani, Yasutaka Kume]

Maka : So where are we going?

Moirai : To where?

Grim : At this volcanic region that is a part of the 200 year crisis. We don't know why the Solaris Incident happened in the 06? But more importantly, the fact is Flame and Darkness don't mix.

Homura Akemi : Solaris, the name of that so-called sun God or God of Time, is actually a little flame that was used for experiements. And the the Duke put the blame on humanity for it's causes! Or otherwise that the fault of Solaris's madness was the duke's fault. Soleanna had no reason to mess up 2006 and this was the company's fault.

Grim : Not surprisingly, you a relative to the ferocious Time Eater, had some orders left within you, if you could easily fix 2006's mistake, then Sonic 06 will never happened and all traces of the evidence will be wiped clean. When it comes to dimensions and timeline, The Time Stones might work in it's natural time. But one's thing for sure. That entity that killed Shinra and his people including his beloved Iris, it's actually the parent that gave birth to your powers?

Moirai : Which makes Drawcia the mother.

Maka : Drawcia?

[World of Drawcia - Jun Ishikawa]

Homura Akemi : Yes, that woman. The one who gave life to me after I was created after the Time Eater years ago. Drawcia is a witch and she owns a science company in Tokyo called Drawcia Family.

Grim : Drawcia Family, the science corporation that was founded by Drawcia the Sorceress! The same company that modeled Death the Kid after Shinra Kusakabe his grandfather. Rumor has it, they've been keeping the world alive in a secret relationship with mankind. Drawcia was the sorceress that tried turn Planet Popstar or Dreamland into a painting, a painting that she calls it "World of Darkness and Despair". But she was stopped by the heroes of Dreamland and was reincarnated into a human being that is the founder and owner of science corporation Drawcia Family. So that's how Death the Kid existed, he was created just get himself killed by Dracula's servant death and trapping his within a portrait becoming nothing more than a collection of King Boo's prisoners that led the servant to Dracula becoming Death the Kid himself in a disguise. He would get the heartless attention so that the Lying could spread even further. But if Dracula's servant signs that peace treaty to Ashley's people, Death will come out of a sheep's clothing and enslaves them forever! I cannot let that happened!

Homura Akemi : Even though, the Men of Shinra's influence that everyoned mentioned had the nerves to make everyone stubborn and keep "Truth" out the public eye in all of secrecy. And they I am right, the heroes and villains of Soul Eaters have been arrogant for a long time and are finally able to witness the eyes of truth from their very own eyes due to the efforts of these witches in law called detectives. You are the Death God Mobius, Grim the Hedgehog. You got to make someone a "real" Shinigami than that Shingami posers or they call him ruler of the cosmos. That sounded like Sailor Moon would say for a Shounen wannabe!

Grim : Ohhh! You're right. Just before as you know it, It's like that the dokeshi named Shotaro has been Shinigami this entire time and Dracula's servant ordered him to protect the devil's legacy and continue to spread the lying from Shinra Kusakabe. If Shinra and his people would able to seek the truth from us, he would make Maka and everyone sorry for how they feel about the lying.

Maka Albarn : Me? I didn't know about the "lying". I was the fool that everyone was into the lying of Shinra Kusakabe, everyone was under his influence, including the friends that I forget to meet. And now thanks to Inky she-devil, she was not the Maka Albarn everyone knew and she took it all away from me! Justice my ass, courage my ass, what part of a hero that it doesn't understand "Heroes" and their stories? Why the story of Soul World is just false? Should I become hero in a better story or not!? I never forget that the efforts of Black star, Death the Kid, and me was never combined. We never combined our efforts as heroes who wants to protect the legacy of a hero who reaches the end of his or her tale! For your information, I don't know any Black Star or Death the Kid, I never met those guys as chidlren! We would've become the perfect trio that we forged with the power of the devil's legacy! I was alone, frustrated and nothing to save the world! I destroyed everything! I am a lone girl who was never alone until I meet Makoto again one day!

[Epilogue 1 (in-game) - Hideaki Kobayashi]

Moirai Albarn : Sister. You mean don't even know who Black Star and Death the Kid are, they are the guys that you forged a trio. A trio that is team of three that shared the efforts, you forging link between friendship. If you could've make friends with everyone, you are never alone, you're the same Maka Albarn as we know it. So maybe you and Soul could've been a great as Hero and sidekick, no wonder why Shinra's man-made son wanted you to be the hero of the story. If there is no trio of heroes to be a part of the story, then a trio will be separated by parting ways where they could never meet again. So you see, forging a duo or trio could be the strength of teamwork and friendship, but the power of friendship is nothing more than a single trope that has been used in every book. Just before you know it.

Maka Albarn : I...You're right, sister! Even tho that I have never forged a trio of heroes and friends. I'm still the same Maka Albarn, the real Maka Albarn!

*RUMBLING+IBLIS ROARING*

Maka Albarn : Huh? What was that noise!?

Moirai Albarn : It's coming from over there! (points to the Volcano that is erupting)

[Flame Core's theme resumes]

Homura Akemi : Everyone! Head straight to that volcano! Amaterasu's son might be in there!

All : Right!

Maka Albarn : Amaterasu. The first pillar that Shinra knew, you crazy she-witch.

"Meanwhile before..."

Black Star : Listen up. I have no idea and no intentions on telling you! Scram before I'm gonna crack your skull like an egg!

Daroach (possesed by Dark Nebula) : You hardly don't understand, do you, boy? This is the reason that I am giving you this for the last and 412th time. Where is the gate to the underworld so that I can may get back there and conquer the planet in all of the darkness for your demise and despair.

Black Star : So what? You want a demise, I'll give your demise. (spits on Daroach) There! How do you like them apples!? Maybe you won't tell! If you really think that I am ever such a dorky fella that wants to be popular in Japan, You just gotta make a statement about it from the Ohkuboverse!

Daroach (possessed by Dark Nebula) : Oh really? Does the Ohkuboverse look like this to you!? (shows a photo of the Shadow Realm)

Black Star : Wait a sec. So the Ohkuboverse is...

Daroach (possessed by Dark Nebula) : That's right, fool! The author was deceiving you to think that the Ohkuboverse is real, Protecting the peace, spreading lies about the evil forces, hahaha! Fool! All of those were just nothing but falses in the story that you were in and Shotaro the Dokeshi himself has fooled you all just let you protect the legacy and spread the lying by the likes of you youngsters.

Black Star : Wait a minute. So all of this was just to spread a lie? Shinra lied to my face? What does lying have to do with saving the world?

Daroach (possessed by Dark Nebula) : Getting the Heartless' attention to destroy and overthrow the legacy that pesky teenagers like you would protect it as heroes of the so-called Soul World, a world that is nothing but deception from the minds and influence of Shinra Kusakabe.

Black Star : Shinra Kusakabe did all of this? But you got it all wrong, I was only here to become a warrior that lives in the darkness. No wait! A warrior that is born from...[determined] Alright, I admit it! We meisters were under his influence, Shinra did it, Shinra created Soul World and we were nothing but a dirty liar! We lied, we lied to everything, okay! I lost my parents to a god damn Heartless infestation cause they wanted overthrow legacy and Tsubaki the girl that I just met was with another guy that is a Phantom from one of the members of the Phantoms of Society! For me? I'm just a filthy outsider with no home and I was used to protect Shinra's legacy, the legacy created about 1000 years before half of the Ohkuboverse was completely destroyed by the Time Eater calling it a Facade! It's all a lie! Everything we know in Soul World is a Lie! I'm nothing more than a pawn in a corrupt game by the devil himself! I'm just a dude from Japan, a dude from Japan that makes me a Naruto wannabe! I used to be a fan of the legendary ninja Recca before that ramen-eating chowder head took everything away from me! Stole everything from Recca and I wanted to become a swordsman like any other shinobi does, but then Naruto took that away from me! This is the reason that we can't have nice things to Shounen Jump! We the beings of Soul World are losers and were just kids letting you know that being a hero is a dangerous job to do! Please, man! You gotta believe me!

Daroach (possessed by Dark Nebula) : Alright. I'll give you a fair notice from this transgressions of Shinra himself. Perhaps this should you teach a lesson for being an arrogant airhead for not speaking into the truth. (summons a dark keyblade)

Black Star : Wait! What are you planning on doing that!?

Daroach (possessed by Dark Nebula) : Oh, this? This heart of a being which has the power to summon keyblades. I learned from the Great Keyblade war, that these are humanity's defenders, Keyblades are the true essence of nature itself! And you my friend that the Mabuki aren't. It shall do the lying just the way that you went on lying to everyone into the unknown lying of Shinra Kusakabe, and the despair that gave humanity shall be the only keys to open the hearts to darkness.

Black Star : Look! About being the world's greatest assassin, Okay I was being too stubborn for protecting Shinra Kusakabe and I was under the influence of this guy. We could work this out. Are you sure that you want Tsubaki to tell about this, she could easily open her eyes to the truth! Let me go, ya cheese-eating bastard! I'll give you many cheeses as you want! I'll give you a burger with cheese or how about give you plenty of mozzarella sticks with marinara sauce and blue cheese dip for those wings!

Daroach (possessed by Dark Nebula) : Cheese and sauces? (chuckles) That's comedy gold for ya, boy. But I'm not talking about the food, I'm talking about the dangers that lurk for your heart. But I promise that you'll never find out the truth that the Maka you knew has led you astray. And you won't.

Black Star : No, please! Have mercy on me! I got a girl named Tsubaki and she is chosed to be wife in the future!

Daroach : Sorry. the Gods of this planet have mercy and you don't. An as a matter of fact, the girl named Tsubaki that you loved...does not love you anymore. So, Goodbye, farewell, and amen.

Black Star : (screams) NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

*DBZ SFX : SLICE+STAB!*

"BLACK STAR HAS BEEN DISPOSED..."

Master Hand/Announcer : GAME...OVER!

~ Act 23 : Legacy of Drawcia ~

#sonic the hedgehog #kirby #puella magi madoka magica #mahou shoujo madoka magica #soul eater #kingdom hearts #nintendo #sega #sonic team #studio shaft #aniplex #square enix #crossover #drama #comedy #dark comedy #horror #mystery #thriller #supernatural #dark fantasy #science fiction #action #adventure #psychological

[iwrite-sinsandtragedies]

Hi, I'm back 😩

Sorry for just like, dropping off the face of the earth there for a hot minute, but my life has been this specific brand of absolute dogshit that has left me hiding under the floor boards - quite literally - since mid october, and I'm only just starting to get my battery back to like, maybe 10% again now.

TMI under the cut, and probably quite a bit of a ramble;;

SO.

Life has been shit. Like, shit shit.

Like, I'm warning you now, this is trauma and abuse shit.

Suffice to say that I'm the kind of person who tends to get taken advantage of and not speak my feelings or stand up for myself. It comes from a place of pretty severe trauma and mental illness, of course, but knowing that and knowing myself doesn't make things any easier in my life really. It just makes me self-aware and subsequently frustrated at my own slow progress.

For example, at present: I've been locked inside my room since the above mentioned, mid october. I have to ration food and water, I can't be too loud for fear of being caught, I sneak out for one bathroom break a day, if I'm lucky, and I have had to work with sanitary wipes instead of showers since this bullshit began - which is fine for the body, but fucking useless for the hair 🤷‍♂️ this wouldn't be such an issue if I didn't have eczema, but I do and so I am suffering, I guess.

Why, do you ask? What has caused this situation? Stupidity has caused this, my friend. Stupid people including my stupid self.

For a bit of backstory context: Several years back, I was chased out of my house by an abusive family member. It was 30 below and I had nowhere to go but, I remembered someone offered to help me, if I ever needed it - so I ended up on his doorstep! He happily took me in as he was like a father to me. There was no expectations for me, it was clear I was abused and traumatised (I was horribly malnourished and anemic at the time) and I was a naturally reclusive and quiet person anyways. So they gave me an old dusty room and left me be.

They being him and his father. For simplicity's sake, we will call them Dad and Gramps. I'll start by saying that I love and adore my Dad. Also, I don't hate Gramps, despite all he's done to me. Even if sometimes I think I should.

Gramps is an old cowboy. Crass and backwards and poorly educated. He's spent his whole life working and drinking and smoking and driving really really fast. He thinks insulting people is how you make friends and his favourite past time as a young man was starting fights. He's had several failed marraiges and has several dozen people (related or not) that call him dad. He's done more than anyone that I've ever met but that also means he thinks he knows more than anyone and no one can tell him what's wrong or right.

He's got a lot of good and bad qualities. Is what I'm saying.

Among those bad qualities, unfortunately, is sexual harassment. Which, I suppose should have been a very clear and blarring warning sign right from the beginning but, as a survivor of child abuse and SA, my boundries have always been miles behind from where they should be. Additionally, I had nowhere else to go 🤷‍♂️ it took several months and me getting visibly angry with him and telling him about my previous abuse before he finally stopped slapping my ass but, his language towards me never really fully went away;;;

Despite this, I stayed. I was unemployed and terribly ill and struggling to get through my previous traumas and depression, so I stayed and helped around the house however I was able to make up for me occupying space. The room I was staying in was musty and filled with mice and their filth, so I had to clean the space. The big old bed was filled with droppings (inside the boxspring especially) but Gramps refused to let me get it replaced unless someone would pay for it. So I layered it up with a dozen blankets and it's still the bed I sleep on to this day. In my brain, it wasn't much different from the bed that I had as a child, so I just put up with it 🤷‍♂️

As the years went on, my health continued to decline. The doctors couldn't figure out what was wrong, they tossed around words like 'heart failure' but wouldn't confirm a diagnosis. My muscle wasted and I was never able to catch my breath, I started having fainting spells. At my worst, I would spend days in bed.

Despite all this, I somehow became Gramps's unofficial caretaker. Unbeknownst to me, his whole family couldn't stand to put up with him because he would complain for sympathy and demand to be waited on hand and foot. I can't deny that I'm gullible, so when he started his sob stories, I went out of my way to help. If you can't tell by now, my fawn response is pretty strong - I've been told more than once to consider myself before other people but, it just never occures to me in the moment, I guess.

And so, I took care of him. No matter how aggrivating he was, no matter how often he belittled me or insulted me, no matter how stubborn he was or how little he listened to me; no matter how disgusted I was at the kind of things he suggested to me. It was nothing I hadn't dealt with before so I just 🤷‍♂️ put up with it - like an absolute fucking idiot.

This went on for several years.

It affected everything I did. My health never got better because I was too busy taking care of him (and others) to set time aside for myself. My friendships were impacted and even started to decay in several instances because of my declining mental state. It felt like, no matter how hard I tried to mend things with people, to keep up face and hold things together, it all just kept slipping through my fingers - until I had nothing to hold onto at all.

In the beginning of 2023, Gramps got diagnosed with cancer.

Now, an additional note that I should add here is that his family throughout all of this was entirely absent. In those several years I was caring for him, I was calling 911 nearly once a month for his heart or his breathing or because he stumbled and fell. I was helping him get dressed and cleaning his (and his friend's who is also an asshole old man) shit and piss off of the hallway and bathroom floors. I was cooking his meals and giving him baths and sitting on his bedside in the middle of the night when he had a breathing attack or got too lonely. I was buying his groceries and carting them up two flights of stairs, I was fixing his tv and enduring his fits of anger and yelling and pandering to every nonsense request he had on top of that. On top of all of my own problems, I was entirely alone in taking care of him.

When he got cancer, I was still entirely alone in taking care of him.

When he started getting angrier, more stubborn, more vocally abusive. When his diabetes spiked and his eyes started going blind and he was swearing and yelling at me because he didn't want to go to his appointments or use a walker or a wheelchair despite not being able to see 5 feet in front of him. When he refused to eat, when he refused to let me sleep.

When he started with the verbal threats of violence.

When he started touching me again.

And I had nowhere else to go.

I tried to ask for help. I genuinely did. Which is honestly a huge blarring warning sign for me because, if I'm asking for help, I'm probably close to a mental break - and I was - but, despite me saying, mulitple times to multiple people "I need help. I can't do this. I'm out of my depth. Can someone help me." No one ever did.

It all came to a head shortly after my friend group fell to pieces. I just wanted everything to turn off after that. Gramps and I got into an argument, a real proper one where I finally got angry back, and he took a swing at me and I decided that was enough. I was done. I went into my room and locked the door and curled up in bed and did my best to ignore his threats and his yelling. I cried until I fell asleep and thought about killing myself and I continued to think about it for the next two days. The entire time I was in there, he was upstairs, right above my head, promising to call the poliece to kick me out or promising to beat my face or break my neck.

I texted my Dad, I told him how I felt. He called his sister and she took over where I left off.

I still had nowhere to go 🤷‍♂️

So now, here I am, over 3 months into this bullshit. I filed for emergency housing within the following week of that madness and I've been hiding in this room and waiting ever since. My laptop was packed up in an emergency bag for the first month and a half / two months since I was in perpetual fear at that point of making even a whisper of noise or being caught without my bags packed and ready to go. I've had one dear and solid friend that's stayed with me and helped me through the worst of this all, even despite being an ocean away. Without them, I don't think I would have made it this far tbh.

So!

As you can probably tell, tumblr has been the LAST thing on my mind lately 😂 I've only really started coming back to it in the last month or so and I have just had no energy to put towards my blogs at all.

But, I'm slowly coming back!

I have a few drafts saved, so I'll probably trickle those in eventually. OL has been on my mind as of late, as well as BG3, which is why I'm posting here again at all. So, I hope to do something with this little sprout of inspiration that's managed to grow out of my head.

In the meantime, yeah 🤷‍♂️this is where I've been, under the floor boards, hiding in the dark, and just biding my time until I can escape.

Sorry for the long ramble! But also, not sorry at all, because this is my blog and all that 😂 For me, it's nice to finally put all this down somewhere, at the very least. Hopefully I won't have anything to complain about again for a long while after this. Honestly, I'm just hoping that I get that email soon that says there's finally somewhere safe for me.

#tw abuse #tw trauma #long post #this is a lot of TMI #you've been warned #personal #iwrite posts #iwrite diaries

[granski]

Cattywampus

Pilot - Part 2 (Three sandeks walk into a stable)

(Any words that may be unfamiliar to you are briefly explained in the appendix situated at the bottom)

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'What's that, lassie?'  Sneered the witch. With her repulsive, deformed snout, wart-covered nose, and those decaying yellow teeth, and the sickening manner in which she contorted and squirmed her index finger whenever she dared to point at someone, beckoning them to enter the wretched place that was anywhere within a six-foot radius of her, she might as well have been one. Straight out of a storybook, I tells ya!

'I ain't said nuthin'.'

One of the braver little asshats in her class perked up.

'She was sayin' sum, I hears it, Missus!'

'Oh, eat shit, Marty-

'She says sum more jus' now! She tellin' me to eat shi- !'

'An' I'mma shav it right intah that bastard piehole of yours if ya don't shut it right the fork now, you-'

'Mee-sus!'

'Alright, alright-' She tapped her foot-long ruler a few times on her desk. 'Enough roughhousing, you two, we'll sort who's shoving what-where after class-'

'But Missus Halberd- !'

'Marty, we spoke about this already! Last week, remember?'

The boy blinks his bug eyes. Once. Then twice, as his mouth hangs open, devoid of an answer. Heh, lamebrain...

'At the... bring-your-pet-to-Sunday-school day?' He decides to speak up finally. 'When y-you said that... Malinconico didn't count as a pet? And you gave me an F?'

Clearly, that day still hurt deep. Even Shu-Shu could feel bad for him. Almost, but not quite. Get stuffed still for snitchin' on me, Marty!

'Wha-no! That was the week before that! I'm talking about the time when we went over Schmooze 1 to 12, remember? Anyone?'

A hand shot up almost immediately from the desk next to her. Of forkin' course.

'Minnie-Trudy, yes, care to stand and remind us?' She did so unfailingly, like the little stuck-up bootlicker she was. Bleh.

'The Book of Shmooze. Pesuqim three twenty-three:' Her words were blunt, roughly cut, each syllable sung in its own individual pitch. She continues, while Shu-Shu's ears feel like they're about to drop off! "If one doth bear witness to the transgressions of another, he shall not bring forth his report unto the Lord, but rather remain silent. For the eyes of the Almighty doth encompass all things. It is an affront to the divine to point out that which is already within His sight, for it is an act of blasphemy. Thou shalt not be a snitch – for if one snitches, he shall get stiches. End of extract,'

Shu-Shu rolled her eyes so hard that they might've popped out of her head! Everything she says is just so – ugh... perfect. Like - all the time! 

Hah! What a stinkin' nerd! No wonder she's still single!

'Very good, Minnie-Trudy, you can sit down now.' She obeys. Her eyes continue to stare dead ahead at nothing in particular, as much as anyone else would care. All that disgusting ass-kissing made Shu-shu hack. Loudly.

'*Cough!**cough!* - brawn-nozah - *cough!*.'

Some kids around her snickered. Minnie-Trudy only tilted her head curiously, like she wasn't already extremely well-accustomed to this.

Marty, on the other hand, was losing his marbles.

'B-But – that's!' He dared spare her another look.

'Pfffft!' Fortunately for him, blowing a raspberry was all that she had up her sleeve at that moment.

'T-That's n-not fair! Missus, s-she -!'

'Ach, ach, ach, Marty! You're insulting my sight, and by extension God's sight by pointing out Shu-Shu's sin - which is sleeping during my class."

'I ain't been sleepin'!' Said the defendant as she wipes some leftover saliva from the inside of her ear.

'Is that so, huh, lassie? Well, if you weren't sleeping, then pray tell - when The Celibate Merry gave birth to Ajus Kristee, who is not our lord and savior, as Kristian and Katholic propaganda would have you believe, he was brought three gifts. Who were the three people that brought them and why are their gifts important?'

'Uhh...'

Well, that put her in a pickle. How was she suppose to know this one? Crap! Concentrate at least damnit!

As she continued humming though, something had, in fact, popped into her head! Not the actual answer, no - but something better. Something brilliant.

Shu-Shu's idea had began to catch form into her head. It was looking good! It's time to put your confident shoes on, bustah!

'Oh! Why, it was that guy, obviously! Y'know?'

Already, some brows were raised. Oh ho ho, this was gonna be gold!

'Which guy, Shu-Shu? I already specified that there were three of them, didn't I?''

'Nah, there ain't.' Heh, slick 'n smooth's the way.

'What do you mean there 'ain't', lassie, answer the -'

'Nah, nah, see, here's the doozie – you're testin' me right now, ain't cha? This is cuh-lear-ly a trick question! Since every born 'n raised orthodox D'jew would know the answer to this one!'

'Girl, what're you going on about - !'

'It's - the – san- dek!' She practically sing-sang, pointing at her teacher triumphantly, as if saying ''got'cha!''

She hadn't thought that far ahead though, as she just stood there, pointer slowly falling. No one was laughing yet! It's ok, it's oh-kay! She just needed to improvise from that point onward! Yeah! Easy lemons.

'The... sandek! Yeah, yeah – he's like - suuuuper important! Every child only gets one, not three, and – and, he usually brings the babe all kinds of infant whatchamacallits! Heh, like, um, par exemple...'

Come on, down fall now! Think, Shu-Shu, think!

'...a kiddush cup?' Some chuckles had started echoing through the class. Good, good! It's working! Keep going!

' - an' diapers? A... mezuzah, money, or generally anything with the star of Conjubilant on it, it don' matter...'

The whole class had erupted into full-blown laughter at that point. Ha-hah! Suc-cess! One girl, Yael Horowitz, even started choking on her own uncontrollable cackle and struggled, like – actually struggled - to hold onto her stomach, each pant of laughter emitting an ongoing stream of tears and mucus. That's how hard she was laughing! It was not the most flattering sight, sure, but - she appreciated the compliment nonetheless. Snot an' all.

Marty, on the other hand, was still marinating in his own salt like the little crank-muffin he was. Everyone else was enjoying it though! Even Minnie-Trudy's monotone 'ha-ha's' weren't bugging her out as much! Crazy!

Heh, so worth it...

Shu-Shu leaned back into her chair with an air of self-satisfaction, hands propped casually behind her head, legs crossed on the desk, with a triumphant smirk adorning her face. Everyone was in unanimous agreement – the comedic timing and sheer hilarity of her antics were just too clever! Genius even!

Yet... amidst the uproar, one - Missus Halberd - stood devoid of amusement.

Instead - she was filled to the absolute brim with something else. Something that boiled, and that was bubbling out the edges.

Something... rage. She shook where she stood, gripping that ruler so hard that her knuckles turned white.

She'd be lying if she said she didn't know where this was gonna go. What a day full of her jokes amount to. As they always do. Yet she does it anyway, Sunday after Sunday - like an insane person. She just did it again now, and she, and everyone else had to face that demon – a real mean one. Pure fury.

Said fury was so hot that it began to spew.

Right. Out.

'Eee-nough!'

*Crack!*

She slammed the ruler so hard on the desk that it broke off a quarter -

'*Sniff - snif - * Eep!'

- and said quarter flew right past Yael Horowitz's head, then landed, tumbled and eventually slid to a stop on the linoleum floor.

Yael goes mute. Frozen. The rest of the class does too. She could swear that, in that one rigid second, even the cars outside went quiet, and that she could hear a fly snore from somewhere in the class.

'Shu-Shu!' Well, a second lasts only so long. 'I've had it with you! Why can't you be more like your sister, huh? You two look identical, yet you are nothing alike!'

'E-Eh, what can I say? Even with twins, h-humour's irreplicable!'

'Well, a good attitude can certainly be learned! Minnie-Trudy!' Her sister stood up straight, ready to fire. Metaphorically that is.

'Input command.' That squeaky voice stated.

'I trust that you, unlike your delinquent sister, can answer the question properly.'

'Input command.'

'Yeesh, you kids and your funny words...' She shook her head briefly. 'Answer the question, Minnie-Trudy!' 

The girl simply stares dead ahead of her. The other kids start chuckling. 

Shu-Shu on the other hand was not having any of it! Ugh, who does she think she is?

Minnie-Trudy looks around and inspects her surroundings. Turns left – she looks down - DEAREST SISTER. 

Turns right - looks down - PURPOSELESS PREMATURE LIFE FORM.

Looks forward - PURPOSELESS ADULT LIFE FORM.

No command inputted. Initiating inquisitor assistance protocol...

'Does not compute. An error has occurred in processing your request. Please submit a report for device malfunction and seek assistance at the headquarters building in Munich - '

'Alright, alright, sit back down!' The whole class was in hysterics at that point. Shu-Shu hated it. She was supposed to be the funny one! Not...uh, forget it.

Minnie-Trudy settles back into her seat, hands folded neatly on her lap, while the rest of her body stood motionless as if frozen in time. She then abruptly turns her head towards Shu-Shu and attempts to mimic a smile, her very own interpretation of a friendly gesture.

Shu-Shu, however, sits unimpressed, and rolls her eyes in a display of exasperation and emits a dismissive scoff. What a nitwit!

'Now, now, don't think that if your sister's had a nervous breakdown that gets you off the hook, lassie!' Said Halberd, waving that accursed finger cockily. 'You've just earned yourself extra homework for next week! On top of our usual weekly work, you have to write me an essay about the not-messiah and how his birth impacted D'judaism today. And - on top of that, you also have to learn all the archaisms and recite them to me by heart next Sunday.'

A choir of mocking 'ooh's!' rose and circled Shu-Shu's head like a pack of vultures, making her sink deeper into her seat in annoyance. Marty, especially, had the most shit-eating grin and the effort to bawl up her fist and punch it right off was just too exasperating! This was all so bogus!

'You got all that lassie?'

Blah blah blah, yeah I got it alright! Flippin' sick of this already!

'Choke on a potato...' She spat out with half a mouth as she slumped her head on the desk. Some kids around her laugh. She doesn't care! Why even would she? It's not like hearing those laughs will lull her back to sleep. Back to her dream... wait.

Her... dream?

'What was that?'

'Uh-ah - I smell a tornado!' The class erupts into laughter once again. Even more laughter than when Minnie-Trudy did her thing! Hah, take that, ya twit! Never mind their betrayal, this feeling rocks! She turns to her, ready to indulge in sister's jealousy.

Minnie-Trudy grins from ear to ear. Welp, that killed her mood.

'Oh. I too smell incoming destruction! But, since we have the Birkat Habayit at the entrance, we should be fine. Plus, we sprayed some goat blood on the entrance earlier this month, so you could say that we'll be – passed over.' She pauses to laugh at her own pun. Ugh. During days like this, no one could possibly succumb to this sort of humour! It was just too cheap!

Shu-Shu rolled her eyes as she began explaining it. The joke, the religious implications, the Torahdorian lore, it bored her and the rest of the class to tears! Not even Minnie-Trudy was making any slight attempt at entertaining her. Good!

But finally, they've been spared a single sliver of mercy as the school bell tolls. Yes!

A welcome relief washes over them, releasing them from the clutches of their prison-like desks.

Yet... even amidst the rush of liberation and screams of joy, Shu-Shu's mind remains fixated on her elusive dream. Was it truly a dream? The more she tries to recall it, the more it slips through her grasp. Fragments of memory tease her consciousness—something about swimming and... dancing?

The throbbing ache in her head amplifies with each futile attempt to recapture the fading images. Pounding relentlessly, it threatens to consume her thoughts. Just as the pain begins to subside, she realizes with a pang of disappointment that the dream has slipped away entirely, lost in the recesses of her subconscious.

Huh. Well, that sucks.

'Eh, no trouble, it'll most likely just destroy the Katholic School down the street. Those papists have it way overdue...' 

Whatever thought lingered in her mind made that expression of hers turn sour. Even more so than usual. She was getting some odd glances from the kids as they passed her on the way out. 

'Ach, never mind that! Say your prayers before bed and remember to keep Treif or you won't be spared when the Armageddon finally comes!'

'Yes - Missus - Halberd!' The students parroted right as they flew out the door, grateful – as ever - to have lived to see another Sunday. 

☆ ☆ ☆ To be continued ☆ ☆ ☆

sandek (noun) ˈsänˌdek' : a person who holds the Jewish infant during the circumcision ceremony. (or in simple terms, the Jewish variant of a godparent)

kiddush (noun) /ˈkɪdʊʃ/ :a ceremony of prayer and blessing over wine, performed by the head of a Jewish household at the meal ushering in the Sabbath (on a Friday night) or a holy day, or at the lunch preceding it. "kiddush cups"

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#1950s #black and white #cartoony #story #comedy #vintage #cattywampus #cartoons #retro #unhinged

[huneekrispee]

Where is my lover?

Pairing: c!Dreamwastaken x gn!Reader

Summary: Living outside the Dream SMP, far from the war and chaos, Dream was able to find comfort in you. One day, he leaves, promising to come back to you. It's been months, now you're left wondering... where is my lover?

Warnings: cursing, use of dream's real name, spoilers for the Dream SMP Finale, tiny bit of fluff at the start, angst

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: I've been watching Attack on Titan recently, and the song 'Call Your Name' has me in the feels :( Sorry for being away for so long :( School has been an ass to me, I hope you enjoy it!! -Hunee <3

Also! Please don't mind the pronouns in the song! This is a gender-neutral fic, I merely just wrote the song lyrics as they are :)

She lost her brother a month ago

His picture on the wall

And it reminds me

When she brings me coffee... her smile

I wish I could be with her until my last day

In the forest, a cottage lays peacefully in a secluded meadow near a running stream. The tall trees lay their shadows onto the grassy floor, leaving marks from the sun. Water solemnly runs along, moving to its next destination through the stream. Grass rustles and a soft sigh is heard.

Stretching his arms above his head, a man clad in green slowly sits up, emerald eyes darting around. He yawns. "(Y/N)!" He's now standing up, searching for his lover. Dream's hand reaches down to grab his mask left abandoned on the grass, quickly putting it on.

Preparing his sword, his hand on the hilt, Dream slowly steps toward the cottage. He rests a hand on the door, waiting for something, anything.

A scream is heard.

He now slams the door open, netherite blade on full display, ready to attack. Looking around, he notices no one but (Y/N) in the cozy home, with a kettle on the ground next to them. Lowering his guard, sighing with relief, he sheathes his sword once more, walking over to his distraught partner.

"Are you alright?" Removing his mask, he takes their hands in his. Dream looks at them. (Y/N) looks down, taking their hurt hand out of his. Sighing, Dream quickly leads them over to the sink, running the tap. "What happened?" The coldness of the water helped soothe the burn. "I just, accidentally burnt myself with the kettle. It's okay, I'll live, Clay."

The man remained silent. The only sound heard in the cottage was the running tap water. After treating the burn on their hand, Dream leads (Y/N) to the chair on the side of the room. "You. Sit. I'll finish doing whatever you were doing. You just sit there and take it easy, you just burnt your hand." Bending down to their height, Dream stands face to face with (Y/N). He narrows his eyes slightly. He was always like this. Whenever (Y/N) got hurt in any sort of way, Dream was always on it, almost suffocating them with his overwhelming protectiveness.

They sighed, avoiding his eyes. "I- I was just... I just wanted to make you a coffee this morning. I know you're going to be busy later, so I wanted to make sure that you were energized for your work." Fiddling with their bandaged hand, (Y/N) smiled gently. "I see how you're always so dedicated to the stuff you do, and I wanted to return the favor, even if it's just a cup of coffee."

Dream's eyes softened. It was true, he was dedicated to his work. Running an SMP was hard, especially with some people interfering with his plans recently. He had plans to take power over the server again. Finding and taking everything his people were attached to was difficult, but at least he had (Y/N) to come home to. It was all for them. It was worth the hard work and pain just to see (Y/N) smile at him, showing him their love.

"It's okay. Thank you for wanting to do that, but you don't have to." Running his hand up to their cheek, he smiled. "I do all of my work for you, to help make a safe place for you. Once I sort out the rebellious people, I promise, I'll come back to you, and we can live together in my SMP." (Y/N) gazed up at him, looking into his eyes. They smiled, beaming at the idea.

"Alright! I promise I'll wait for you! I'll always wait for you. I love you, Clay."

"I love you too. I promise I will come back to you. Always."

He would do anything to see that smile on their face all the time.

She said she gave all her love to me

We dreamt a new life

Some place to be at peace

But things changed... Suddenly

I lost my dreams in this disaster

It had been two days. Two days since Dream had left. (Y/N) had since then tended to the flowers and read a few books Dream had gotten them from a faraway village.

'I wonder what he's doing now?' Looking up at the sky, (Y/N)'s mind began to wander. What was dream doing right now? Maybe he was still on his way back to his SMP? Or maybe he was trading with villagers for resources?

They smiled. Dream had been one of (Y/N)'s lifelong friends turned partner. They had met when (Y/N) used to live in a village as a child. (Y/N) was nine and Clay was ten. Dream had gotten into a rough fight with two skeletons and a zombie. He was stumbling around, trying to find help for his injuries.

That was when (Y/N) appeared. Hearing the boy's cries, they ran out of their family home, taking Dream into the house to be treated, screaming for their parents to help him.

They had grown up together as best friends after that. Meeting George and Sapnap, the group loved to go on little adventures together and play their favourite game: manhunt. Dream would always insist on running, with George and Sapnap chasing after him. Sometimes, (Y/N) would join them, but they quite enjoyed seeing the trio panic during the game. It was fun.

A couple years ago, Dream visited (Y/N), saying that he was starting up his own SMP, a place where he and his friends could have fun and just be themselves all the time. The two of them spend hours in (Y/N)'s room, talking about their big plans and ideas for the SMP. Dream wanted to build a cottage near a stream, and live there peacefully with (Y/N). They were shocked, Dream wanted to live with them? "Why?" They asked.

"Well, because of... I'll just show you."

That was the day Clay had kissed (Y/N) for the first time.

I'm crying

Missing my lover

I don't have the power

On my side forever

A month had passed. Nothing from Dream. Usually, he'd send a message through on their server communicator, asking how they were and informing them of his journey and new discoveries. But that didn't happen, not this time.

It was hard. Clay had been such a big part of their life that sometimes they found it hard not to worry about him. They knew he was strong, he could take down armies of people, but everyone had their limit.

Raising the iron hoe, (Y/N) swung down, making way for the new seeds of crops that would grow over the next few months. Wiping their forehead with their sleeve, they sighed.

All they wanted was for Dream to be safe, and for him to come back home once he finished his business in the SMP.

Oh Where is my lover

And I got no power

I'm standing alone, No way

Calling out your name

Heavy pants of breath echoed throughout the underground bunker. He was panicking. It wasn't supposed to go like this.

The plan was to kill Tubbo and make Tommy give him his disks.

It all went to shit when Punz showed up with backup, showing the people of his SMP that had turned against him fully.

"W-woah! Okay! Tommy, calm down!"

The blonde boy didn't listen, hands gripping the axe of peace and lifting it high above his head.

"Tell me why I shouldn't kill you Dream, right here, right now."

Dream silently gulped. For once, his plan failed. It backfired on him and blew up in his face. 'Sorry (Y/N). Guess I'm not coming back tonight.' He just wanted this to be over. He just wanted to be back in the cottage near the stream, sitting with his lover.

His green eyes darted around to everyone in the room. They looked disgusted, some disappointed, others angry. He knew this would never change. He would never get his SMP back. They hated him. Wanted him gone.

"Does Y/N know you're like this?"

His breath hitched. Eyes went wide.

Sapnap had stepped forward, sword out, pointing it threatening at Dream. "Do they know just how bad you are? How corrupt you've become?!" He was yelling at this point. Sapnap was upset as well. It was hard to believe that his best friend would do all of these bad things, it hurt to betray him, but he had to do what was right.

"S-stop. Stop talking about them."

For once, Dream was vulnerable. He hated it. He was always so soft when it came to them. When it came to (Y/N). Sapnap knew that. He had seen it when they were together, how happy dream was when he was with them, following them around like a lost puppy, longing for their love. It went both ways, (Y/N) was the same.

"Who the fuck is- Nevermind. Dream. Give me one good fucking reason why I shouldn't-"

"Tommy stop." Sapnap stepped in again. "This is important to not just me but for another person as well." Tommy stepped back, axe still prepared to lash out just in case. Tommy kept muttering to himself, something about a green bastard.

"Dream. Where is (Y/N)? You said they would join the SMP with us, but they're not here, nobody has seen them, probably besides you. You said that they changed their mind about the SMP, or was that a lie too?"

Dream gulped, words caught in his throat.

"Tell me, you bastard! Where is (Y/N) and do they know?!"

"No. They don't know. All I wanted to do was protect them from something I knew would happen. The wars, the chaos of the SMP. They didn't need to be a part of that. I didn't want them to get hurt."

It was almost like a plea. Dream's voice was quiet like he didn't want them to hear what he was saying. Sapnap stepped back, somewhat satisfied with his answer. He was also upset, he hadn't seen (Y/N) in years, not since before the SMP started.

Tommy finally stepped forward.

"Now. Tell me why I shouldn't kill you, Dream."

"I can bring people back to life. I can bring Wilbur back."

I said I gave all my love to you

We dreamt a new house

Some place to be at peace

But things changed... Suddenly

I lost my dreams in this disaster

Three months. It had been three long months without him. (Y/N) would spend every other night crying in their bed, missing him. They missed everything about him. No messages from him on their communicator. No death messages about him either.

They had never thought that three months could feel so long.

Surely he was busy doing stuff that would mean the world was safer for them. That's what he always said. He said that he worked for them and that he promised that they could settle down and make a new cottage near a different stream, closer to the SMP.

He said he needed to dig out the rebellious people and make his SMP a better place.

All (Y/N) could hope for was that he was safe and doing okay.

We don't know what is wrong tonight

Everybody's got no place to hide

No one's left and there's no one to go on

All I know is my life is gone

Dream was not feeling safe and right now he was feeling anything but okay.

Tommy had just broken his mask. Split down the middle, from the axe of peace.

He didn't want anyone to see his face, no one but (Y/N) and the people who had already seen it before he started wearing the mask.

His mask was his safe haven. A facade he could hide behind. With it gone, there was now no place for him to hide.

All he had done was tell Tommy that he could bring people back to life. When he mentioned Wilbur, Tommy seemed shocked, but then he seemed to come back to his senses after remembering what Wilbur was like before he died.

He went crazy. Insane. All because of Dream and his stupid motives. He only fueled Wilbur's change, encouraging him to blow Manburg up after Jschlatt took over. Thank God for Karl destroying the button the first time. The second attempt was successful and sealed Wilbur's fate as a psychotic, destroyed ex-president swayed by the masked man into committing destruction.

Tommy was angry at that. At the fact that Dream would even think about bringing back Wilbur.

Enraged, he brought the axe down onto Dream's cowering figure.

I'm crying

Missing my lover

I don't have the power

On my side forever

Sitting up, (Y/N) slowly looked around the room. It was the same as always; no Dream insight. They woke up every day with a feeling of hope that they would turn around and see Dream at the door, back from his trip.

The situation was too much. (Y/N)'s breaths quickened, eyes blurring up with tears, the salty water slowly dripping down the sides of their cheeks. They let out a dry laugh, bringing up their sweater paw hands to their face, wiping the tears.

They stared at the sleeve of the hoodie they had on. It was green.

It was his.

He always left a spare here, just in case.

It always came in handy when (Y/N) missed him.

They sighed, flopping back down onto the bed, curling into themselves and the hoodie. It smelt like him. He always smelt like a run through the forest, with a hint of saltwater and citrus.

It was comforting.

He was comforting.

The tears wouldn't stop. Every time (Y/N) wiped them away, fresh ones would keep coming. Where was he? Was he okay? It was all they could think about.

(Y/N) hugged themselves, hoping to recreate a hug like his. It didn't work. It never worked.

Nothing could ever compare to his hugs.

Still sobbing, (Y/N) cried themselves back to sleep, despite it being morning.

Not like they had any motivation to do anything without the assurance of him being okay anyways.

Oh Where is my lover

And I got no power

I'm standing alone, No way

Calling out your name

Beep.

(Y/N)'s communicator went off.

Dream was slain by Tommyinnit.

#dreamwastaken x reader #dream smp x reader #mcyt x reader #huneewrites #dsmp x reader #dream team x reader #dream x reader #dream x reader fluff #dream x reader angst #dreamwastaken angst #dream imagine #dream fanfic #dream x gn!reader #c!dream x reader #c!dreamsmp x reader

[imthebadguyyy]

A/N - based off of this sinful photograph

Suggested listening - Wildside by Normani and Kiss It Better by Rihanna

Wildside

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (fem!littlemix!reader)

Fandom - F1

Summary - You've been on tour for a while, and you miss your loverboy. But when he surprises you on tour, its bound to get spicy.

Warnings - smut (not well written)

The snap of hips. The soft groans and moans. The sound of pants. The sound of Rihanna's 'Kiss It Better' blaring through the walls. The bed knocking against the wall as Lewis's hands squeezed your hips, the intensity of the thrust pushing the bed against the wall. The high pitched moan that left your mouth as you reached your high, eyes closing as stars exploded behind your eyelids, as your boyfriend came right after you, your walls clenching as he came. Even after reaching your high, you didn't want to open your eyes, far too consumed in the earth shattering pleasure that was coursing through your veins, until a soft hand reached to pull your chin up, soft brown eyes looking into your own, clouded with lust and euphoria.

Pulling your mouth into his in a heated kiss, Lewis moved his hand to rest on your bare stomach, squeezing your tummy softly as he deepened the kiss. Pulling away he let his head droop onto your bare chest. "That was.." he began, far too blissed out to think of an adjective. "Godly" you said, chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to come to terms with the intensity of your orgasm. Laughing he leaned back up to kiss your nose, before standing up and walking to the bathroom. You heard the tap running, and the sound of the dustbin opening and closing. You closed your eyes again, the aftershocks still coursing through your body.

Opening them again slowly, you saw Lewis walk towards you, towel in hand, and a lazy smile on his face. He gently cleaned your thighs, finishing with kisses on both of them. He reached up and wiped your torso, which was gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, before running the towel over your nose, cheeks, eyes and mouth. He dropped the towel in the clothes hamper near the bathroom door, pulling on his boxer shorts and and pulling out one of his t shirts from the cupboard. "What about the clothes on the floor" you piped up, finally beginning to wake up from your post pleasure state. "When did it get so messy?" He said, spotting 5 different clothing items in 5 different corners of the room. "When you decided to run your hand up my dress in a restraunt" you replied, throwing him a fake glare.

"You liked it" was his cocky reply, smirk spreading over his face as you flushed and ran a hand through your hair. "I did not" you lied, watching as he raised his eyebrows. "Oh really ? Thats not what you were saying 5 minutes ago- oh wait, you weren't saying anything at all. You were too busy moaning my name to say anything else-" "OKAY fine I loved it. Now shut up and bring your fine ass back for cuddles"

*-*-*

That was a month ago. Now you've been away for nearly one and half months, away with the girls on the LM5 tour. You loved touring, it was the best part of being a singer, getting to see the music you girls made together come to life on a stage in front of thousands and thousands of screaming fans. It was a thrill like no other. The only problem was that you were away from home. Distance was never an issue for the two of you, after all, he was a Formula 1 driver. It was very rare that he was home, except during the breaks and the gaps till race weekend, but ever since you two had started dating, he tried to be with you whenever you could. Sometimes, your shows would be in places where the races were too, and then he'd definitely turn up. But it was a difficult thing to do all the time, and some nights on tour were spent pulling all nighters as you talked to each other on the phone, till one of you eventually fell asleep.

But you knew when you started dating him, this wouldn't exactly be a regular relationship. The two of you were doing your dream jobs, and they were both extraordinary. And you were willing to put in the work you had to put in to make the relationship work, and you did. Yet here you were in Madrid, feeling heartbroken and desperately wanting your boyfriend by your side. It had been a rough couple of weeks, you were jet lagged and tired, and although this was the second leg of the tour, and you had had a break, it was tiring. It was hard going to bed every night alone, when all you wanted was to cuddle your boyfriend.

Little did you know, Lewis was feeling the same. In fact he had missed you so much, he had told Angela and his publicist to cancel all events for a week, while he flew out to Madrid to see you. He had missed you, he had missed you more than he could put into words. But he also wanted to surprise you. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled down to Leigh Anne's contact, and sent her a text.

Lewis, Leigh Anne

Hey. Is Y/N asleep ?

Hey! No, she's in an outfit fitting.

Okay that's good. I need your help with something.

Sure how can I help ?

I want to surprise her by coming to see you guys in Madrid.

Oh thats wonderful ! She's been a little down in the dumps. I think she misses you.

I miss her too.

Let me know when, and I'll send a car to pick you up.

I'll be there on Saturday. Landing at 3:15 and I should be at the hotel by 4:30. Then I can get ready and surprise her at the show.

Okay done. I'll send the car around 5:30,so you can rest for a bit. You should be here by 6. The show's at 6:15.

Thank you! Can't wait : )

I'm so happy youre coming to see her ! I'll let the girls know.

*-*-*

As soon as he had finished texting, Lewis decided to start packing, the prospect of seeing you again sending a buzz of happiness running along his veins. God, he had missed you a lot. He turned to Roscoe, the dog sitting by his feet, looking up at his dad with his head cocked to one side. "I'm going to go see Mumma, Roscoe" he explained, smiling as the doggo barked in response. He wouldn't be able to take him to Madrid, he'd have to leave him with a dog sitter, but he couldn't feel too bad about it, since he had had Roscoe with him even when you were gone. And besides, Roscoe enjoyed the dog creche. He couldn't wait for Saturday.

Later in the evening, he sat down with a glass of wine, while the ringtone of your FaceTime rang through the empty house. After a few more seconds of ringing, the call was picked up, your tired face coming into view. "Hi darling" he said, noticing the tiredness in your eyes, and how much you were struggling to keep them open. "Hi bubs. Did you finish eating?" You asked, rubbing your eyes. "No, I've ordered soup" (did anyone get the reference ;) "Oh okay" was the reply. "What about you? What time is it?" "Its 9:20 AM" you replied, gently rubbing your eyes again, forcing yourself to stay awake.

"9:20? Thats pretty late baby. Why are you still sleepy?" "We were recording till 4 AM, so Im functioning on like 5 hours sleep right now" "Oh damn. Go back to sleep then baby" "Can't, rehearsal" was you reply, making him furrow his eyebrows. "Okay I guess. But don't tire yourself out" "I won't" "I love you" he said, smiling at you. "I love you"

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The Madrid show was always a fun one. The fans were loud and you loved it. They were one of the best crowds you girls ever played for, and the show had its own adrenaline and excitement. But it was difficult to give a 100% when you were tired, but you really tried, you did. During Power, you hit highnotes you didnt think you could, during Woman Like Me you danced like there was no tomorrow. During Wasabi, you brought your sass level up to a 1000. It was during Bounce Back that you caught sight of a very familiar face in the audience. Unable to actually grasp if you had actually seen Lewis, you turned to Jade, who was on your side, and looked back at the crowd and back to her, asking for confirmation.

The smirk she gave you was answer enough. After that, focusing on giving an excellent performance increased tenfold. Every swirl of your hips, every flip of your hair, every wink you threw at the audience, it was all five times sexier. In the crowd, your boyfriend was well aware of what you were doing, and it was fair to say that you were succeeding at it. He could feel an uncomfortable sensation around his pants region, as his cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants. He couldn't wait till the show was over, and you two could have a show of your own.

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"That was amazing darling!" Lewis said, spotting the 5 of you in your dressing room. "Oh look its Mr. Loverboy!" Perrie said, cackling as you rolled your eyes at her, before running up to your lover and jumping into his arms. "Hiya Bub! I missed you!" "I missed you too love. That's why I surprised you. I couldn't stand another day without you at home" he said, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you stable as you jumped into his arms. A chorus of "awws" echoed throughout the room, as the girls watched your cute little interaction. What wasn't cute however was the comment Lewis made in your ear, hiding his face in your ear so that the girls couldn't see. "I can't wait to get back to the hotel. I saw the performance you were putting on for me baby. You have no idea how hard I got, how uncomfortable I was standing in front of so many people when all I really wanted to do was fuck you"

You could feel your mouth become dry, and your heartbeat quicken, and you could feel the area between your thighs become wet. You tightened your grip around him, letting your crotch rub against his very softly. "I think it's time to go" you mumbled against his ear. "Okay girls, as lovely as it was to see you, I think it's time we go back to the hotel. I'm pretty worn out from travelling as well" "Yeah I'm pretty tired too" you replied, faking a large yawn. "Alright then, we'll see you guys tomorrow!" Leigh Anne said, leaning forward to give you a hug. After you finished hugging all the girls, the two of you made your way to the car, eagerly waiting to get back home.

The car ride home was tense. The tension was apparent in the air, reverberating through the air, choking you in a way you revelled in. The air was thick with tension, and it was suffocating you in the best way possible. It was almost too much to take. When the hotel came into sight, you practically leapt out of the car, and rushed to the door, an equally ruffled Lewis beside you. But he was not going to give in to you so easily. He enjoyed seeing you flustered. And he was not a person that gave someone what they wanted when they asked for it,no. He was going to have you desperate for it. Smirking to himself, he made his way to the reception, grabbing you by the waist as he went.

Throwing him a confused look you followed, slightly frustrated. "Hello sir, how can I help you?" the man at the reception asked, eyes going slightly wide as he recognized the two of you. "Hi! I just wanted to ask, till what time is your pool and spa open?" He asked, sliding his hand down to the back of your dress. "The pool closes at 10 pm sir, and the spa at 9 pm. We open the pool at 7 am and the spa at 11pm"he replied, struggling to maintain his professionalism as he spoke to one of the best drivers in Formula 1. "Alright thank you. And what time does breakfast start?" Lewis asked, hand pressing down on your ass, ever so discreetly. "Breakfast is from 6-10 am sir" "Thank you so much"

Next to him, you were fuming. Of course he was going to ask questions to which he already knew the answers to. A painful throb between your legs made you let out a small whimper, and the man at the reception looked at you with concern in his eyes. "Ma'am are you alright?" He asked, eyeing your stiff posture and tense state. "Yes, just tired, thank you" you replied, a little stiffly, but it was hard to concentrate when Lewis's promise of fucking you senseless kept replaying in your mind. "Alright then, good night" Lewis said, biting back a smirk at your flustered state. He knew getting you all riled up would lead to some seriously earth shattering sex, and he couldn't wait. But first, he definitely wanted to tease you, to push you over the edge, just a little more.

Your room was on the 16th floor, and as the two of you made your way into the elevator, he eyed you up and down, eyes lingering on the curve of your breasts. The minute the door shut, he pushed you against the wall, capturing your lips in a steamy kiss you'd be remembering the next day. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing hard, eliciting a moan from your lips. The moment your lips parted, he was pushing his tongue into yours, his other hand coming up to pull on your hair roughly, relishing in the gasp that left your lips. As suddenly as he started, he stopped, pulling back and standing almost nonchalantly against the wall.

Trying to wrap your head around what happened, you gripped the wall with your hand, feeling your legs grow weak to a point where you felt like you couldn't stand on your own. You could feel your wetness dripping, threatening to run down your thighs, as the throbbing became even more painfully exciting. You looked down at the floor, eyes closing as your frustration grew more and more by the second. Finally, with a little 'ding', the elevator stopped at the 16th floor. The moment the door opened you stepped out on wobbly legs, trying your best to walk properly. But of course, that wasn't going to happen. As you turned one long corridor, Lewis suddenly grabbed your waist, pushing you against the wall again, to reach down and suck on your neck. You let out a gasp, and tried to run your crotch against his, but the retaliated with a slap to your ass, smirking when a high pitched moan left your lips. Lifting you up against the wall, he mumbled against your ear "the key card" your clouded mind was unable to process the words, too consumed by slight relief you were getting. "Get the key card baby" he repeated. This time you noted it, reaching down to his pants pocket to pull out the key card. You couldn't resist running your hand over his cock, feeling how rock hard he was. The thought of him fucking you senseless returned, and you let out a groan.

Grabbing the card from your hand, he opened the door, propping you up against the door in your bedroom. His eyes were filled with a raw, animal desire, as he dropped the card on the floor and reached up to unzip your dress. He ripped the zipper down, your dress falling to the floor in a crumpled heap. He locked his eyes on your heaving chest, hand reaching up to grab your chin, pulling you in for a searing kiss. His hand slid up your torso, reaching behind to unhook the red lacy bra you were wearing, letting it drop to the floor as he took in the glorious sight in front of him. You waited, wanting him to just touch you, but he just stared, eyes looking into yours, clearly saying "beg for it"

You couldn't help the soft "please" that left your lips, too desperate for some sort of touch. "Please what?' Lewis said, tightening his grip on your waist. "Please" was all you could say again, nearly whimpering again at the rough look in his eyes. "Use your words baby. Now, please what?" "Please just touch me!" You finally gasped out, moaning loudly when he licked a stripe down your chest before taking your right tit into his mouth. His hand fondled the left one, running his thumb over your erect nipple, the rough pad of his thumb sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His mouth sucked on the skin of your tit, before moving down to bite down on your nipple. You gasped again, pain and pleasure coursing through your body as his tongue ran over your nipple over and over till it nearly felt raw. He switched his actions, moving his mouth to your left tit instead, letting his hand harshly fondle the other. He continued the same process of biting, licking and sucking, till he was satisfied with himself. "I fucking love this baby. Seeing you all wet and needy for me. So what do you want? My mouth? My fingers? My cock? Or does my baby want them all ?" He asked, watching as your pupils dilated and you let out a strangled moan.

You let your crotch rub against his thigh, gasping when the friction went straight to your core. "Look at you darling. I asked you what you what you wanted, and you picked my thighs? Well, I want to see you dripping. I want to see you cum on my fingers, my mouth, my thighs and especially on my cock. I'm going to make you cum over and over and over again till you can't even stand on your own fucking legs. I want your thighs to be shaking around my head. I want to see you moan and groan and scream my name so loud, by tomorrow everyone in this hotel will know my name, because you'll spend all night screaming it" you moaned again, his words going straight to your core."Please Lewis, God, just make me cum please!" The desperation of your cry was enough for him to carry you to the bed, dropping your body onto the soft mattress.

He pulled of shirt, unbuttoning every button so you could see him do it. He could see your eyes grow dark, as his compass tattoo came into sight. You had told him it was one of your favourites, and he had used it against you ever since you had told him that. Smirking at you, he climbed onto the bed, lying down between your legs. You pushed yourself up against the headboard, spreading your legs wide for him. His eyes grew dark, as your core came into his view, shimmering with your juices. A near animalistic growl left his mouth, the sound hitting your core. He moved so that he was situated right in front of your core. He let his eyes take in the sight of you in front of him, snapping back to reality when you let out a groan of frustration. Throwing you a devilishly reassuring smile, he inched neared and nearer, till his nose was nearly touching your clit. Then he just lay there. Not moving. You could feel your heartbeat hammering against your chest, chest heaving up and down, an alarming intense feeling growing in your tummy. Finally, when it became too much you let out a small scream of frustration "Oh for fucks sake Lewis please just fuck me!" Your outburst brought a smile to his face. "Oh I will. Just not yet" and with that, he ran a finger along your slit, before finally slipping it into you. You let out a moan, finally getting the friction you had been desperate for. His fingers circled your clit, thumb gently pressing down, before he removed it,only to slam it back down on your sensitive clit, earning a scream of pleasure from you.

He slipped a second finger into you, scissoring around your clit, as your desperate cries of "oh, oh baby! Fuck, fuck lewis-" were lost in the heat of the moment. He leaned his head down to your core, letting his tongue run along your slit too, before licking around it, collecting your wetness on his tongue, before letting it harshly circle your clit. You bucked up into his mouth, feeling his tongue wrap around your clit. He sucked the nub harshly, his fingers still moving in and out of you. "Oh God, Oh GOD, Lew-I- oh! Oh God!" Your broken moans were music to his ears as he sucked your clit into his mouth. You could feel a strange intensity growing in your stomach, feeling a lot stronger than your usual orgasm. The band in your tummy was threatening to snap, but you needed that something more to help it snap. That something more came when Lewis sucked your clit into his mouth, letting it rest in between his teeth, before flicking it with his tongue.

With a cry of "Oh fucking hell, Lew-" you camr gushing into his mouth, your juices coating his fingers and gushing onto his tongue, as he let you ride out your orgasm on his deadly skilled tongue. Well, he had got his wish. Your thighs were shaking around his head, as your body tried to come to terms with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through your body. Looking down, you saw him with his painfully hard cock, grinding down on the sheet, as he let out a moan at the relief the bedsheets gave him. Raising an eyebrow, you patted your thigh, signaling him to come over to you. "You loved on me so well bubs. But I can see how hard you are. Do you want to use me to get off?" You asked, watching the effect you had on him. All he could do was nod, as you sat up on your knees. "Stand up" you ordered, getting up from the bed as well.

You walked over to the wall, letting your body rest against it. Somewhat confused, Lewis followed you, standing in the space between your legs. "I tried to get off using your thighs didn't I? I think you'll enjoy it as much as I did. So use me. Use my thigh. Get off" looking at you in pure shock, your boyfriend moved forward, groaning when you pushed your leg against his throbbing cock. He relished in the friction, slowly beginning to move against your leg, moaning when he began to rub against your leg. He began to hump your leg faster, as the pleasure began to build up in his body, before you reached your hand down to cup his length in your hands, moaning when you realized your fingers didn't quite meet. You ran your fingers along his length. You pumped him, letting your thumb circle his sensitive tip, eliciting a soft whine from him. You circled faster, moving down to your knees, and letting your tongue run up his shaft very softly. Above you, Lewis slammed his hands against the wall, groaning when you took him into your mouth.

But a part of him still wanted to cum inside when he was fucking you (in a condom, because wrap it before you tap it) so he pulled you back up, smirking when you whined. "I know baby, but I just really wanna fuck you now. Back on the bed please, unless you want me to take you here against this wall" practically running, you clambered onto the bed. You watched as Lewis pulled out a condom, ripping the packet open before climbing back on top of you. He let his hand rest on your hip, eyes temporarily losing some of the animalistic need that had been present in them. Leaning down, he connected your lips together in a kiss, a searing, intense kiss that took your breath away. "Ready love?" He asked, looking into your eyes, looking to see if there was even a slight hint that you didn't want this. But you did.

With a sudden jolt, he thrust himself into you, groaning when your warm walls clamped down on him. His hips thrust into you, starting off slow, letting you adjust to his massive length. "My sweet baby,taking me so well. Does it feel good?" You couldn't even respond, mouth agape, as his the pace of his thrusts increased. "Answer me" he said, suddenly stopping. Almost crying out at the loss of pleasure, you looked at him with desperation. "Yes yes, fuck it feels so good, please don't stop!" "Thats all you had to say baby" he said, before pushing in again, slowly. Then, he pulled back out. Looking at him in confusion, you gasped when he slammed back into you, a high pitched moan of "Lewis!" leaving your lips. He moved so that he had a better hold of your hips, rocking the both of you back and forth, the intensity of his thrusts was so much that the bed knocked back against the wall. What he wasn't expecting was for you to take his left thumb up to your mouth, running your tongue over it before sucking on it.

Moaning, he started thrusting into you even harder, shifting so that he was directly hitting your g spot. "Oh, God ! Oh fuck, Baby that feels so good please keep going keep-oh!" The cry that left your lips was so loud, you were sure Perrie in the room next to yours had heard you. "Fuck baby, you take me so well" Lewis said, as he nearly hammered your g spot. He was so, so damn close to cumming, and when you leant up and bit a sensitive spot on his neck, he came, gushing into the guard between you two, but he wanted you to cum to, so he reached down to pinch and rub your clit, still riding out his orgasm in you, moaning when you came with a scream. He winced when your core spasmed on his sensitive cock, and he pulled out slowly, before collapsing next to you. Panting, you curled up to him, letting your hand rest on his compass tattoo. "Okay that was Godlike" you said, earning a tired laugh from your lover.

"Yeah it really was. I missed you" he said, allowing you to nuzzle into his neck, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. "I missed you too" you replied, kissing the tattoo. "I love you too" As you lay there together, still revelling in the moment, your phone buzzed. Reaching over to check it, you saw your groupchat with the girls flooding with messages.

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Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Y/N, I'm filing a noise complaint. 🍆

Jade ✨ - Pez 😂 let them be. It's been a while for her.

Leigh 🦋- She really got some tonight huh? 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️- LOL she did !! And it was obviously some goooood 'some' *wink wink*

Jade ✨- I could hear em too, and Im on the other end of the hall.

Leigh 🦋 - I know I did too! Must be some damn good sex. 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Go Y/N !!

Jade ✨ - Can't wait till she reads this.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Are they still going?!

Leigh 🦋 - No 😂 she's reading the messages. Y/N!! Yoohoo!

You - yes I'm here 🖕🏽

Jade ✨ - Did you have fun babe 😏

You - ..... yes

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - babe you can't really say no because we heard you

You- Im not saying I didn't have fun. But you guys need to calm down.

Leigh 🦋 - But its funnn

You - okay byeeee ❤

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Going for a round 2 😏?

You - okay I said bye.

Leigh 🦋 - she is !!

Jade ✨ - Go babe !

You - I need to leave this group.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - No we love you !! ❤

Leigh 🦋 - Yeah don't leave us ❤

Jade ✨- Don't leave meee ! ❤

You - Haha I'd never leave you girls ❤ now bye.

Jade ✨ - bye babe !

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - bye you sexy minx 😏

Leigh - bye hun 💙

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Smiling to yourself, you put your phone away, to see Lewis looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "Who was it?" "Just the girls" you said, cuddling back up to him. "What did they say?" Giggling, you looked up to him and kissed his neck. "They said they're going to file a noise complaint. And they asked me if we were going for a round two" "Were we really that loud?" He asked, looking at you in surprise. "Yeah, even Leigh heard us and she's at the end of the hall!" "Damn" Lewis said laughing. "Well," he said, looking at you again, with a cheeky look in his eye, "they were right about one thing" "And what is that?" You asked, smiling at him mischievously. "We are going for a round two"

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ifhy. (nsfw) dabi x bottom!male reader

pronouns: he/him

warnings: hate sex, a lot of cursing, a little bit of degrading, fucking on a counter (?) idk if that counts, and implied violence a little

a/n: sorry this took a while to write i was passed out for the past two days 😀👍

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ever since you entered the league of villains you've hated everything about the man. the cockiness, the way he talked, even the way he smiled, though he barely did. you wanted to prove you were better than him. due to the fact that he had a flashier quirk than you, he received more attention from tomura than you did.

everything about dabi pissed you off.

you weren't very subtle about it either, you made sure that dabi knew you didn't like him. In fact everyone in the league knew you hated his guts and they didn't want to get in the way of you two either, just so they don't get hit by the crossfire.

you challenged him one time during another one of shigaraki's meetings because he was taunting your abilities in the mission tomura assigned you to. the fight was pretty bad and thankfully kurogiri was there to stop you guys or else the hideout would've been burned to crisps in the matter of seconds.

believe it or not, there was actually one thing you hated more than dabi. it was how much you wanted to fuck the man. everytime you were with dabi, you were practically undressing him with your eyes. his tall and lean body, those ocean eyes you could melt in and the fact that you could see his pecs slightly due to his clothing.

you didn't want to admit it but you couldn't deny your own desires. not saying you would volunteeringly ask him to fuck you but if the oppurtunity came up you wouldn't say no either. there were times you touched yourself thinking about the black haired male deep inside you stuffing you full of his cum. he turned you on so much and you couldn't deny it.

it was another day were shigaraki excluded you from a mission. you didn't mind too much this time since you didn't want to go anyways. shigaraki and your ideals weren't similar but he recognized your strength and you recognized his authority.

you were resting at the bar table in the hideout and fixing yourself a drink. you knew kurogiri had to have some good booze hidden here somewhere. while ruffling under the counters you heard slow footsteps coming down the stairs. the person you wanted to see the least appeared in front of you.

"what are you doing back here, aren't you supposed to be with them?" you said in a cold tone.

"they don't need me anymore, they've got it handled. shigaraki's plan also failed once."

"wouldn't be surprised."

"fuck is that suppose to mean."

"i said what i said , burnt face."

you felt the atmosphere in the room tense up and so did dabi. you both stayed silent for a few seconds until he spoke again.

"real rich coming from someone who's been eye-fucking me ever since we entered the league together."

you were startled by his response. did you make it that obvious? you stopped looking for the alcohol and stood up.

"so what if i did, huh? i still fucking hate you, i don't know who in the right mine would want your cocky ass here but i guess some people just don't see how much of a piece shit you can be."

you could feel it in your bones a fight was about to go down. dabi wasn't the type to stay silent after you insult him. well, if he does try something you were ready to face him. backing off from something like this wasn't your style.

dabi walked closer to you and put his hand on the counter.

"i always thought you had a pretty face, what a shame it came with a shit personality." dabi said while cupping your cheek with his hand.

his touch felt so right against your skin. the male's hands weren't cold but it wasn't exactly warm either. you didn't know why it felt good but you didn't care either.

"don't fucking touch me, bastard." you said while slapping away dabi's hand.

you wanted dabi to touch you but you didn't want to admit it infront of him. in fact, he was getting too close to you for comfort and the tense atmosphere with just the two of you, him pushing you against the wall. even a nomu would know what he's trying to do.

“oh please, we all know you want it you fucking slut... you want me to fuck your brains out right on this counter, don’t lie to yourself.”

“don’t be so full of yourself, who do you think you are? just because i like your body doesn’t mean i like you.”

dabi turned around and started to walk away realizing you were being serious about this.

“then again, i'm not saying no. so if you want to prove me wrong, come and show me.” you said

dabi understood what you meant, he turned around and grabbed you by the waist pulling you in for a sloppy kiss.

you've never felt your heart beat so fast in your life before. you hands on his shoulders pulling him closer towards you. both of you struggled to take control of the kiss but dabi ended up winning this time.

after a few minutes the kiss broke and you wiped your mouth with your left arm.

"is that all you got bitch boy? c'mon there's no way you're this weak right?" you taunted

"you haven't seen nothing yet, you fucking squirt."

dabi said as he unbuckled his belt. you could see the thick outline of his cock under his boxers. it was so much bigger than you could’ve ever imagined all those times by yourself. dabi soon took off his boxers to show you the real deal. his cock was still half erect but it already looked too big to fit into your hole.

“you like it?” dabi asked with a smirk on his face

“tch, i’ve seen better.”

“oh? is that so.”

right after he said that, dabi grabbed your head and shoved it onto his dick, making you take his cock by all its length right away. you attempted to push yourself away but dabi’s hands were on your head the whole time. Soon enough you submitted to dabi and adjusted to his rhythm. after a while dabi finally let go of your head and pulled out his cock, this time fully erect. you couldn’t tell the exact size but it was practically double the size of what it was initially. during this entire time, you had an erection in your pants too. you were begging for a release preferably through dabi’s cock.

“c’mon sweet heart, we all know what you want. now show me that fucking ass and get on the counter.”

you stayed silent for a bit thinking whether or not to pass up this opportunity or take it. the decision was still in your hands because although dabi might be a villain he would never do something like this if he didn’t get their consent first. after considering, you realized this could be a once in a lifetime opportunity and agreed. you slid the bottom half of your clothing off and sat on the counter. you didn’t expect dabi for the type to ever get flustered but he did. when his eyes locked onto your ass and thighs his eyes widened just like when you saw his cock.

“bet you never had something like this huh~” you teased.

and just like your response earlier, dabi scoffed and said

“i’ve seen better.”

you were both impatient for what’s about to happen next. one person to be stuffed and the other to do the stuffing. dabi’s precum was the most lubricant he was ever going to use on you so without prepping he pushed his cock inside you. right away you felt a bit of pain under there but it quickly turned into pleasure after dabi moved around the area a bit more.

“f-fuck bitch… you’re tight huh…”

“nngh... tch, i told you AH-.”

“this is the good spot isn’t it~” dabi said as he pushed his dick further into you.

you moaned in pleasure as a response with grunts in between. you were feeling euphoric, this was the situation you’ve imagined so many times and now it’s finally coming true. you looked down at your own dick to see the tip of it leaking pre-cum. you couldn’t deny how good you felt at this point even if you wanted to.

“fucking hell… you fuck pretty good for some a-ah! who talks like a bitch.” you managed to make out.

“don’t talk with you ass full, slut.” dabi said as he yet again thrusted into you this time with even more force.

“and you wanted to deny it, look how good im making you feel. you’re gonna cum just from me fucking you in the ass.”

“you’re one to talk, i can feel all of your pre inside. i know you’re feeling just as good as i am don’t lie to me.”

you two gave each other a smirk as if this was some kind of competition of who can make the other person feel better. well it is, but in an aggressive way.

as both of you were getting close the moans and grunts started to become more frequent.

"hgh! im fucking cumming." dabi grunted out

"a-ah fuck! me too." you replied

the two of you came at the same time. pants filled the room with dabi still inside you.

"heh… not bad y/n."

"that's the first time you said my name, dabi."

"the same goes for you."

"i still fucking hate you by the way."

"the same goes for you."

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[natewriteslol]

Hey! Could i request the dorm leaders with an esper MC? Kinda like Mob psycho or Saiki k :) and maybe they don't really use this ability of theirs that much since in their world they're literally a teen who's trying to live a normal life(like Mob basically), so nobody knew about their psychic powers except Grim since the mirror said that he couldnt sense any magic in them(i'm pretty sure that psychic powers don't really count as magic but idk lol).

Feel free to ignore if you don't wanna write it! :)

 A/N: Ooh this was a fun one! I haven't watched Mob Psycho (I know about that fine ass blonde man-) but I have watched Saiki k and I loved it, still need to finish it tho jlafljhdas 

Characters: Kalim Al-Asim, Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Vil Schoenheit, Azul Ashengrotto, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia

P.S: I’m so sorry this is so long omg but I guess this is a strong comeback-

Warnings: none except for language

Riddle:

-You wanted to stay as far away as possible from him

-Riddle was part of the trio of people you wanted to stay away from: Riddle, Vil, and Azul

-Riddle paid so much attention to fine details that if something was up, he'd definitely notice it

-But unfortunately you were best friends with the two goobers of Heartslabyul: Ace and Deuce

-And Riddle had started to pay attention to you and your habits, and something was off with you

-It's almost as though you tried too hard to be normal, like Jamil

-And he could never let something like that happen again, so yes he was watching you

-One day you accidently slipped up and was irresponsible with your powers

-Grim was bothering you since he got into a deal with Azul for tuna and they were standing outside with the twins, since Grim lost

-You told him to fend for himself and teleported, however you didn’t plan where you would go

-And you teleported into the Heartslabyul dorm

-What sucks is that your teleportation power was literally flashy with a bright ass green light every time you popped in somewhere

-Just when you thought you were lucky since the whole dorm was uninhabited...except for Riddle who watched the whole thing

-He was completely shocked, he didn’t know what to say other than “What did you just do?!” 

-You explained to him, and that just pieced everything together

-How you solved overblots with such ease, and that one day you had a “strength potion to test for Azul” was such bs!

-Riddle ends up keeping your secret, since he values your privacy but if you do something major and mess up then he will tell!

-”I understand but please be more careful with your powers. I need to institute discipline and you are no exception, Y/N.”

-He really does care about you and doesn’t want you to be found out 

-Goes the extra mile to cover for you often, and in exchange you help him out with things :)

Leona:

-He didn't really care about you at first but as you started to hang Jack and Ruggie, Leona started to get more suspicious

-Your scent had proven that you had some trace of magic, but Leona just couldn't put his finger on it

-So he sent Ruggie after you for a couple of days

-If you were a threat to Savanaclaw, Leona would crush you

-But Ruggie had only reported back that everything with you was perfectly normal

-"Just give it up Leona, they're just an ordinary human. The scent is probably weird because they're from a completely different world."

-But Leona still had that feeling, so he was keeping an eye on you

-You had made a deal with Crowley to keep your powers secret to solve problems on campus (it did cut repair costs and handymen costs in half so-)

-Your new quest was to rid the forest of the Angolo fungus that was manifesting into living fungus blobs 

-The one thing that gave you away was Grim, as you both had to stop by the Greenhouse to read some info about the fungus

-The cat beast was being far too loud, not understanding why he had to go and mess around with the icky fungus

-You simply replied “It’ll be quick, I’ll just use Hydrokinesis and dry out the fungus since they’re mainly filled with water. They become fertilizer once dried so we can just leave them there.”

-And there Leona was, ears perked up once he heard your voice

-Hydrokinesis? What are you talking about?

-So he set off, following you to the forest

-You started to fly, turning the once green and lively fungus to brown dust while Grim napped against a tree

-Leona for the first time in the while, was left speechless

-Once you noticed him, you realized you had to talk to him

-Confronting him later on, luckily Leona didn’t spill to anyone 

-He promised to never tell anyone about what he saw, and had no clapbacks for what you had to say 

- Leona doesn’t even benefit from this secret...besides mayyybee one day asking for your help if his pride lets him

-By the Great Seven why does everything have to not be in his favor-

Azul:

-Another one who you have got to be careful around, since he’s incredibly observant

-More observant than Riddle

-Azul noticed that you’re an incredibly average person, and were incredibly relaxed even during the most stressful situations

-And almost every single time whenever you were in a tight spot, it works in your favor

-Just how is that possible? Solving overblots left and right? Every single time you disappeared the infestation of magical beasts are gone? 

-One day, you were getting picked on by a three guys, their stature far above yours and incredibly strong. How could you possibly win?

-Just as he was about to scoop in a save you, you slammed one of the men into the concrete, taking on the other two by electrocuting them, the blue lightning buzzing in your palms

-They were completely knocked out, dusting off your palms and picking up your things only to face Azul’s eyes

-After giving an explanation of what that was, he was still speechless

-Azul at first was incredibly shocked and then since Azul is Azul... later on realized this had benefits

-He could just blackmail you to be his new bodyguard!

-Oh how he always manages to bend life to his will-!

-So you could just wipe his memory... or turn him into stone...nvm

-You’re now Azul’s arch nemesis since you end up saving people from his scamming and you’re basically untouchable and there’s nothing he can do about it

-But he does find your great strength admirable (and a lil hot, I mean what can u say seeing someone floating in the air with electricity flowing through them is a nice look okay Nate shut up)

Kalim: 

-Oh Kalim my beloved

-He just thinks that you’re incredibly talented and a little mysterious

-You have your little quirks and he has his! Who is he to judge?

-Until one day you wanted to make the load lighter on Jamil, since the berries that Kalim had requested for were only in season in one country

-You decided to just teleport and then come back with the berries so Kalim wouldn’t be pouty 

-You were outside the door ready to teleport when last minute you felt a hand on your shoulder

- “Oh Y/N you forgot-!”

-And there both you and Kalim were, in a berry field thousands of miles away from the Scarabia dorm

-Kalim screams, falling to the lush green of the field

-What happened?! Where are we?! How did you do that?!

-You quickly gathered all the berries at light speed, making sure that you got back before Jamil realized that you were gone

-Kalim wasn’t scared of you, rather impressed that you were able to keep a secret for that long, he could never!

-You’re already super cool, and on top of this you have otherwordly powers!

- “It must’ve been stressful living your life like this! But don’t worry, I’ll keep your secret!”

-Yes he sometimes asks you to perform some of your powers for him, sorry Y/N-

Vil:

-While you were his friend, he was incredibly suspicious of you

-Even though you wiped everyone’s memory, he still had the faint memory of when he was in overblot mode of you blasting him with a beam of light

-Vil was incredibly upset as one of his assistants had mixed up his items, and left one of his vital skincare items on the set of where they were filming a new commercial

-It was being shipped and would take 3 days to reach NRC

-His mood was horrible and you had to do something about it to give grace to the Pomefiore dorm

-So you went to the second story of the Pomefiore dorm, ready to use Apport (the power to pull anything before you) 

-However, Vil felt incredibly guilty

-He was acting like a child and he shouldn’t have taken it out on the people who he loves and values

- “Y/N, how I was acting was incredibly inappropriate and- is that my moisturizer? How did you get it?”

-Starts freaking out as this was impossible as it was on it’s way from being shipped from another country

-This was the last straw for him ther was no justification for this that wasn't done by some form of magic

-He takes you to his room to make you sit down and give him an explanation for this

-Once you finished, Vil understood but was still freaked out

-He cares alot about keeping your powers a secret and will cover for you

-"So my aport powers need to exchange something of equal value so... I exchanged it with that Scucci purse over there-

-"MY LIMITED EDITION SCUCCI PURSE?!"

-He loves you, but you're dead to him, Y/N dear

Idia:

-Before he knew you, he didn't really notice anything off with you

-A little quiet sure but he minded his own business, he had bigger things to focus on

-Until you hung around Ignihyde more often for a project, fixing a huge generator by yourself for one of your partners for a project

-They took a break only after you told them that they could and apprehensive went to go get food and water

-Anyone with eyes could see that there's an overbearing amount of energy flowing through the fairly large sized cube

-Wait, you were wearing no gloves, you could get electrocuted! Why would have your bare hands on something like that?!

-Just as he was able to yell, it was too late, your whole body was flowing with the bright blue energy... and then you let go

-You were walking completely fine, you went and held a random wire on the ground, placing the electricity inside

-The static from your hair was gone, and you looked completely normal. . .

-Just what the hell are you?

-He did hours of research trying to figure you out, even sending Ortho to monitor you

-Yet there was nothing, you were just a “regular teen” 

-Was ready to get S.T.Y.X.S on your ass- (is that too soon to joke abt my bad overblot boys-)

-Until one day he caught you again bending electricity to your will

-Is incredibly impressed with your power (lowkey wanting to experiment on you)

-After he realizes that you can read minds Idia is so damn frightened

- “O-Okay I promise not to say anything, just don’t tell anyone what I’m thinking a-alright?!”

Malleus:

-You were one of the only people who he trusted

-Malleus had always detected some form of magical aura that was otherworldly from you and it never seemed to fade

-And it wasn’t often, but it was almost like you knew what he was thinking

-Whenever he was deeply upset he felt a twinge of energy from you, and then you would insist and help him out with his problems

-And he flat out says “Are you reading my mind, Y/N?”

-You had never been directly outed like this before, you felt horrible 

-You never read people’s minds unless it was very necessary

-whenever Malleus felt deeply gloomy you felt like it was important to just read his mind and help him with the problem

-You explained it to him and apologized, but he wasn’t upset

-In fact, he was smiling?

- “It seems like we have alot of things that we’re hiding from each other. But... you always had the best intentions whenever you used your abilities”

-He let out a sigh and reluctantly admitted, “And, I know that I’m quite stubborn with revealing my feelings.” 

- “I will keep your secret as long as you keep mine, Child of Man,” the dragon fae said, you both shaking on it

- “I always had a feeling that you were special, but I never thought it would be something of this caliber...” 

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[tteokdoroki]

So like just imagine Izuku wanting to feel powerful because he was bullied for so long so he bullies you and you're so desperate to please him so when he tells you to bounce on his cock you don't hesitate. He just takes advantage of the fact that you worship him 👉🏾👈🏾🥺 oh my God I'm gross 😭😭

— “YOUR HERO + IZUKU MIDORIYA.”

author’s note(s): this not gross bb, this is quality content 😔‼️ we here for the izuku fucker motive ‼️dedicated to everyone who follows me who denies simping for him <3

warning(s): mdni, 18+. smut, power play dynamics, manipulation, pro hero!deku, no pronouns used but female anatomy described.

izuku midoriya loves being a hero, every moment in which he’d ever been doubted, put down or made to feel worthless in suddenly melts away when someone says ‘you’re my hero, deku!’, he thinks it’s the most satisfying part of his job. saving people and seeing them smile, the money, fame nor the screaming fans could ever top that feeling...or at least that’s what he likes to tell the cameras.

because secretly, izuku midoriya adores and prides himself on his loyal fan base. he basks in the feeling of their worship, the longing comments online and the desperation to meet the number one hero. he feels cherished, powerful, needed. these a sick sense of pleasure he gets when his fans fawn over pictures from his latest missions, buy something that he recommends or shed tears over the fact that they’d never get a chance with him. he loves their obsession, he loves your obsession.

“y-you’re my hero, d-deku-!” you hiccup, nails digging crescent moons into the bro hero’s shoulder blades as he bounces your ass up and down on his hardened cock, your pretty bambi eyes shimmer with fresh tears as your pupils dilate with lust all for him. you’re just a fan, but for one night and one night only, you get to do something more for your hero and the man you’ve dedicated your life to. when izuku says he needs you, that he can count on you to make him feel good and make him cum, you agree with no hesitation because that’s what fans do for the people they look up to, right?

you owe it to him, to suck his thick girth deep into your tight little cunny even though you’ve never rode a dick before, because izuku midoriya saved your life. he’s your role model, he inspires you to be better and if you can do that by languidly bouncing away on his lap then you will. you’d do anything for him. “yeah?, i am? then show me how you treat your heroes, baby,” deku coos with hazy green eyes and flushed cheeks.

this is the best part of his job, his dirty little fantasy. taking his sweet and innocent admirers and using them for his own twisted desires. his scarred hands come down on the globes of your ass, shaking the flesh between his digits while he uses his brute strength to lift you up and down his cock. your smaller hand reaches behind you, little fingers pressing down on the fat vein on the underside of his length.

your chest swells with your own pride at making the number one hero groan beneath you. silly old you, making the deku twitch and whine and thrust himself deep inside of you so far that your entire body shudders when his tip brushes against your pleasure spot. you so dumbly want to please him, to know that you’re the one that gave japan’s top hero the orgasm of his life. deku knows that, he can see it from the way tears stream down your puffy cheeks. you just want to be good, you just want to please.

“you’re so good for me, aren’t you baby? my little slut, just wanted to get into the number one’s pants right?” izuku groans, green electricity from his quirk flickering in and out as he holds you still by the hips and ploughs into you, you were taking too long. he needs to cum now. the way your tits bounce uncontrollably from his sharp, violent thrusts remind him of how lucky he is to have such good and grateful fans. in fact, you’re the lucky one, lucky for having your creamy cunt fucked by him of all people. he would cum inside you as a reward, a parting gift.

and a feral smugness fills his chest at the thought of you going home and gushing to your friends about it. no one would believe you, and maybe that was the sickest part of it all. izuku would get what he wanted, his high and you would still be his loyal little lamb at the end of the day.

“i am, ‘m a little whore for heroes, for you deku! j-jus want to please you!!” you trip over your words, a mess of tears as his precum smears your fertile walls, experienced fingers glide between your folds and locate your puffy clit— izuku rewarding you with smooth circles to the abused nub while his cock stretches you wide and shapes your insides in such a way that you won’t ever feel pleasure unless it’s from him.

the pace of his hips becomes irregular, slow as izuku’s orgasm dances on the horizon— he works so hard, he’s been through so much, suffered enough and filling you with his cum until your cute, pudgy tummy bulges will be his reward. he’s earned the right to use his fans which every way he pleases and you are no exception. “that’s right baby, you’re a dirty good for nothin’ fuck, you got that? you’ll cum for me because i say so. you’ll let me cum inside you because i’m your hero, right?”

all you can do is nod as japan’s best fills you to the brim with his seed, watching with teary eyes as he thrusts up and makes sure not a single drop is wasted. izuku revels in the way that you scream silently while he flicks your bud till orgasm and your cunt contracts around him until you’ve milked him for all his worth— there’s a slick between your thighs when he pulls out, trails of thick white, sliding down your doughy thighs. you don’t dare wipe it off, a reminder of how lucky you are to have been fucked by your idol.

and you even stay still to let izuku take a picture, spreading your legs and putting your creamy pussy on display for him. he’s your hero after all, and it’s what he deserves.

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[vannybarber]

The Prenup

Summary: After four years of being together and finally being engaged, Chris wants you to sign a prenup.

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, chris getting his ass handed to him, a lot of pain.

Part Two Part Three Part Four Final Chapter

Scrounging through the little desk in the corner of Chris and you's bedroom, you hear him let out a boisterous laugh.

He was watching some movie and there was a certain part that he found so hilarious. After 4 years of watching it with him constantly, you still don't get what's so funny. But it makes him happy so that's what matters.

You were searching for the wine opener so Scott could get his middle-aged-4-kids-divorcee vibe on. You cleaned the other day and stuck it in there after a nightly dose of freakydeaky from Chris, which consisted of wine, whipped cream, and a many different forms of chocolate.

After what seemed like forever, you find the corkscrew and grin at your accomplishment. You take one more look in the drawer out of habit and you spot a big orange envelope with Chris' name on it. Being the nosy curious person you are, you take the envelope out and get a good look at it. You see the words Prenuptial Agreement in bold and your heart drops.

Chris had proposed to you 9 months ago and you were happy beyond words. After being together for 4 years, he finally put away his commitment troubles and made you his fianceé. And now you find out he's going to get you to sign a prenup. A fucking prenup.

You look around the room at loss for words. You were angry, hurt and confused. After 4 years of being together, he doesn't have faith in his own judgment that you guys would be together forever? You both have been through literally everything. There isn't one thing you don't know about each other. Your relationship was rare and it was special.

After moments of contemplation, you decide you would confront him on it. There's no way you could carry on the night and sleep after this. Not until you get your answers. Closing the drawer, you take a sharp breath and exhale before walking out the room. You get back to the dining table where Lisa and his siblings surrounded.

"Here you go Scott" you say slamming the corkscrew on the table in front of him. He looks up at you, puzzled. You glance at him then at Chris and he's looking at you just the same. Evidently your tone matched your movements because everyone went silent. You draw back and put both hands behind your back and huff.

"Babe, are you alright?" It was Christopher talking to you now. Your attention goes to him and your lips are in a thin line. Refraining from blowing up at him, you force smile on your face and change your tone of voice.

"What do you mean, honey? I'm fine." You should leave the acting to Chris honestly. That's definitely not your field of expertise. Shifting on your right foot, you stare at him. He shuffles and tilts his head with a knowing look.

"Spill it Y/N. What's up?"

"The flames when I burn this damn house down." So much for not blowing up. You snatch the envelope in front of you and chuck it on the table. Everyone watches the exchange and the envelope fly to the table. All their faces change from confusion to shock and even more confusion.

Chris didn't even need to look down to know it was the prenup. His eyes went from you to the wall. Guilt written all over it, you almost wish you gave a shit. You wonder how long he was going to keep this hidden from you. No need to wonder now.

"You want to explain to me why you have a prenup?" You place your hand on your hip and roll your neck at him.

"I got that for us."

You swear to everything you wanted to lunge at him right then and there. 'I got that for us'. Why do people always use that excuse for everything? They weren't thinking about you, just themselves and expected you to go along with it.

"You got it for us? I know you didn't do this on your own. Who put you up to it?" You look around the room. Scott has his hands up shaking his head. Carly and Shanna both let out a quiet "not me". You look at Lisa who had this look of hurt.

"Chris, you tell me everything. How did I not know about this? Why didn't you tell me?" Well now you know she didn't suggest it. You feel slightly guilty for letting it cross your mind, but you had your reasons.

"Ma, I had my reasons. I kept it hidden because I didn't know how I felt about it myself" he says rubbing his face and fixing his hair under his cap. Still didn't answer your question.

"Christopher, who put you up to this? Tell me now!" You're getting fired up by the minute. You have an idea who it could be too.

"Megan. She thought that it would be smart to consider. Just to protect me."

"Megan." Your voice is laced with absolute venom. "You know Chris, she does a good job keeping you out of trouble and bullshit so you're not all over the tabloids, but sometimes, her ass is too much!"

Chris is never in the news for anything negative. He's always minding his business and moving quietly. Megan is a great publicist, but she can be pretty overbearing about his personal life. She gave you side eye for like the entire first year of you guys' relationship.

"Baby, she was just looking out for me. You know how it is, women getting with you for your money. Guys loose half of everything they have when getting divorces."

You can't even believe it.

"I am not 'women'. I'm your fianceé. We've been together 4 years, Chris! After all this time your material things come before me?" Tears are puddled at your eyes now and your voice is cracking. This catches his attention.

"I told you from the start Chris, that I never cared about your money! Never have and never will. I am used to not having much. I'm not money hungry or concerned for having top tier everything. I've learned to settle."

"Y/N, I didn't mea-" you slam your hand on the table, making everyone jump. Chris shuts his mouth.

"I'm. Not. Finished. I am not marrying your bank account. I'm not marrying your cars. I'm not marrying your house. I don't give a damn about any of that shit. And you literally are still concerned about all of that?" Your face is wet and your nose is runny. You wipe your nose and cross your arms.

"It's not even like that!" Now he's getting upset. For literally nothing. This is his fault. "It's just in case it doesn't work out, we don't need to deal with all the extra mess."

That completely shattered you. In case it doesn't work out. He actually has thoughts that your marriage couldn't work. What would even cause that? You guys don't even argue. You don't even remember the last time you did. You've learned to understand what each other needs and mastered that. What is he on about?

"You know what the sad part is? Us not working out crossed my mind in, like, the first year of our relationship. And I decided that if we did get married, and God forbid we divorced, I wouldn't take anything from you."

He looked at you like he just found out he wasn't the father of your baby.

"Yeah, Chris. That's your money. You made it, not me, so why would I ask for any of it from you? You gave me an amazing relationship and thats enough for me."

"Oh my goodness." Everyone directs their attention to Scott. "So you wouldn't want anything from the divorce?"

"Of course not! I came in this relationship for him. Plus a make my own money. I don't need anyone else's."

You had your own business. Many employees at different buildings in Boston. You didn't have much growing up and you were proud of yourself for not having to worry about financial issues. Chris liked that you had your own thing going and didn't have to adapt to his life and depend on him financially. And he still got a prenup.

Feeling like you were gonna cry again, you rub your temples and take deep breaths to prevent it. But you failed and started crying more. Chris got up and moved to stand in front of you.

"Baby, I'm sorry I upset you. I thought you would be okay with this. Like you said, you don't care about my money so what's wrong with the prenup?" His hands were on your sides, but not for long as you shook them off of you.

"What's wrong with it? What this is telling me is three things. You have doubt that our marriage won't work out, you think I might change my mind and ask for alimony, and that your money comes before me."

"I..." he struggles to form words. You take this chance to get out of there.

"I really don't want to be here right now." Chris looks up and grabs your arm.

"Babe, you don't need to go. Where the hell are you gonna go?" You turn and grab the envelope from the table. You open it and pull the papers out, shoving it in his face.

"I'll go to a hotel or something, but I'm not staying here if this is the shit you're trying to pull with me." You turn the paper to you and look in disgust. You scan over it and your eyes fall on the dotted line where you need to sign. Beside it is where he needed to sign his.

Well not anymore.

You read over his signature on the line. Chris Evans.

He signed the prenup already. Now he was just waiting for your signature. He really was leaving you zero choice.

"You signed it already??" Everyone at the table head snapped up. Shanna gasped and covered her mouth. Lisa mumbles an "oh no" under her breath.

"So you were just going to bring it to me and expect me to sign it with no fight, huh?"

Chris says nothing, but his face is red. You don't wait for a response and walk to your shoes and your bag. Already having everything in there, you slip your shoes on and walk back to Chris.

"Just a heads up, you brought this on yourself."

You whip around and walk to the fireplace. You chuck the papers and envelope in the blaze and turn back to him.

"You can forget about that damn prenup, cause I'm not signing it. As a matter a fact, you don't even have to worry about that because there won't be a chance of us divorcing." You force a smile and clasp your hands together. Lisa and Scott rise from the table panicking.

"Babe, no-"

"Forget the wedding, this engagement and all of it. You can take this fucking ring too." You pry the ring off your fingers and throw it at him. It hits his chest and falls at his feet.

"I'm not marrying you."

You turn on your heel, grab your purse and jacket, walking out the door, leaving the Evans' speechless.

Was this too dramatic? I have my own opinions on a prenup, but maybe it's not as big as it seems? Idk🥴.

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