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[automatonknight]

id: a digital drawing of elphelt valentine from guilty gear. she’s shown in the pink variation of her outfit and visible from the head to about her hips. she’s holding a rose next to her face and she’s smiling as she looks up and to the right. there’s a small turqoise heart between her head and the flower. the background is lime green. end id

[chelseypprimrose]

The Boy’s a Liar / bfd!Negan x Reader / no-apocalypse AU 🧟

Warnings: daddy kink, breeding kink, boyfriendsdad!negan, oral (female receiving) use of belt, squirting, swearing, use of degrading names, general Negan ness, voyerism, unprotected sex, reader is a little evil to her boyfriend : NOT PROOFREAD YET

Summary: Reader finds out her boyfriend cheated on her via a Snapchat story, she takes sweet revenge with her boyfriend’s hot as fuck dad.

A/N: I’ve never wrote for breeding kink before so please be kind lol 🤍 I had a lot of fun with this one!

“Fucking waste of my damn time.” You cursed yourself, boys are so stupid. You couldn’t stop watching the Snapchat story of your boyfriend’s best friend, your boyfriend so obviously kissing a woman that wasn’t you. Not a care in the world, disrespecting you and the values you held in a loyal relationship. You didn’t know it this was a common occurrence that you just hadn’t noticed or a drunken one off. Not that it mattered, it was still a betrayal of your trust.

Eyes glossy with tears, you were driving towards your boyfriend’s house that he shared with his father, Negan. You didn’t even have a speech prepared, what you were going to say, if this was the final nail in the coffin of your relationship, your mind was running at a mile a minute.

Pulling into the driveway, you turned off the engine and put your car keys into your handbag, getting out and walking with purpose to the front door, your heels slamming on the concrete floor. You knocked on the door loudly, no answer. You knocked again, your hand shaking with annoyance.

The door finally opened but it wasn’t your boyfriend who stood before you, it was Negan.

“Hey doll, what you doing here so early? I was just making breakfast if you wanted any?” He offered before he took a proper look at your face, noticing the black tears of mascara that ran softly down your face.

“I don’t know what kind of fucked up morals you’ve taught your son, Negan, but I thought you were a better man. Obviously I was wrong.” You said with spite, you were letting your feelings be known to anyone who would listen. It was just unfortunate that it was the wrong person to direct your anger towards.

Technically, Negan hadn’t done anything wrong, but he was guilty by association in your current messed up state. You just needed to vent at someone, and Negan was the closest person to your boyfriend.

“Woah, doll? What’s wrong, what’s he done?” Negan moved aside so you could come in, walking towards the kitchen, the smell of fresh bacon and egg filling your nostrils. You placed your handbag on the kitchen counter, arms crossed, your hand playing with your necklace.

“He went out last night and he kissed a girl, I saw it on his friend’s Snapchat.” You managed to get out through a small sob, your eyes filling up with tears again. You couldn’t believe you were crying like this in front of his dad, you felt embarrassed.

“Jesus Christ, I’m sorry dollface, I didn’t raise the kid to do shit like that, we are loyal to our women.” Negan sighed, his hand running through his salt and pepper beard, trying to find the words to make the pain in your heart go away. His eyes watched you as you grabbed a tissue from the box placed on the dining table, using your front phone camera as a mirror to wipe your tears away.

“You know what though, it might be a blessing in disguise.” Your head whipped around to give him a look of disbelief, in what world could this be a blessing? “What the fuck do you mean, my boyfriend cheated on me? How could that even remotely be a blessing?!” Feeling your anger building up again, Negan walked around to your side of the counter, towering over you, his head coming down to whisper in your ear. “Oh please, Y/N. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me, remember that party a couple months ago, goddamn doll, you couldn’t take your eyes off my dick in them swim shorts.” He gave a small laugh, his hand coming up to tuck your hair behind your ear, his eyes watching your chest raise with each breath you took. “You need a real man to take care of you, I heard you with him. I’m experienced enough to know when a woman is faking it to spare a man’s feelings.” Your eyes met with his, how on earth could he tell. You couldn’t even deny it, while your boyfriend was good enough, he was too soft with you, complaining when you’d asked him to just choke you a little bit. He didn’t want to accidentally hurt you, he’d said, your eyes rolling in annoyance.

“How the fuck do you know that?” You asked, his cologne hitting you in the face as he got ever so closer to you. “Like I said doll, I know women. You want to be played with don’t you? You want someone who knows how to please you properly, give into it doll. I could give you all the pleasure you’d ever need.” You let out a soft moan, knowing this was wrong but your petty nature taking over, not only was this such an evil way to get back at him, you longed for Negan. He was right on the nose with how you looked at him, you’d always found him attractive, just trying to stop yourself from jumping his bones whenever the two of you were around each other.

“Fuck it, I’ve always wanted to know what your cock feels like, deep inside me.” You whispered out, your hands wrapping around Negan’s neck as he captured your lips in a kiss. His hands finding their way to your ass, squeezing the round globes hard.

He lifted you up, walking towards the stairs. “I’m going to have you begging for mercy when I’m finished with you doll.”

It was almost animalistic, months of repressed attraction coming to a conclusion. You’d never have even thought about your late night fantasies coming true, until this very moment that they had. Negan kicked the door to his bedroom open, not bothering to close it behind him. Placing you on the bed, his hands grabbing the bottom of his t-shirt to pull it over his head revealing his toned torso and arms, his tattoo that you loved so much coming into view.

Your hands started to feel up on his chest, wanting skin to skin contact with him so desperately. You tried to sit up a little to take your tank top off but Negan stopped you in your tracks, slamming your arms down above your own head. “Don’t you fucking dare doll, that’s my job.” A dark look coming across his face, he ripped the tank top off you hastily. His eyes glued to your bare chest, you hadn’t bothered to put a bra on today, in a sleepy haze just wanting to get over here to question your boyfriend. “Such beautiful breasts doll, he’s going to regret giving you up.” Negan stated as he took one of your erect nipples into his mouth, a soft bite as he did. You moaned out, watching his every move, his eyes locked to yours.

Leaning up, Negan unbuckled your belt sliding it out of your jean loops, grabbing your hands, wrapping the belt around your wrists as your hands were placed back above your head. The leather tight and digging into your skin, only turning you on more, heat rushing to your pussy. Negan took the time to unbutton your jeans, pulling them down your legs revealing your small black thong that left little to the imagination, pulling them to the side, Negan licked a strip starting from your opening to the top, focusing his attention on your throbbing clit. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your boyfriend never took the time to ever focus on your pleasure, either because he couldn’t be bothered or he just didn’t care, you didn’t know.

You felt the extra wetness as Negan spat right on your pussy, bringing his fingers to slowly enter you. Starting at a slow, agonising pace he could feel your body relaxing as you let your body give in to the pleasure you were feeling. You wanted nothing more than to grip onto his hair, but your bound hands didn’t allow it. As he felt you relax, he quickened his pace up, moans leaving your lips loud and clear. “Such beautiful noises for me slut, and I know these are real.” You felt your core tightening as you kept building up wave after wave of pleasure, you’d never even realised you could get so close to orgasm so fast, Negan caught on to this and took his fingers out of you, dripping in your juices. He forced his fingers into your mouth, you sucking the wetness off like it was your last meal.

“You fucking dirty girl, you like the way you taste?” He asked, his fingers still in your mouth as he pulled his shorts down, revealing his boxers to you. “Yes, I love it so much. I need to fill me up Negan, ruin me please.” You managed to get out through heavy breathing and his fingers. He chuckled, manoeuvring your body so you were on all fours, facing the mirrored closet doors, next to the entrance of the bedroom. “I’m going to fuck you so dumb baby girl, you’ll forget your own name when I’m done with you. Going to get you drunk on my cock. You won’t even want another man to touch you.” You whimpered, seeing Negan pulling his large cock out of his boxer shorts, them falling to the ground. His tip was red, leaking with precum, standing erect. He looked like a Greek god, his posture so manly and authoritative. He lined up at your opening and wasted no time, starting at a hard and fast pace. “Oh my god, Negan yes! Fuck!” Your nails dug into your own hands, the leather of the belt still digging into you causing pain but you didn’t care, the feeling was too good to complain. Your toes curled with pleasure in your heels, Negan’s hands gripped on your hips like he was holding on for dear life. “Shit doll, you feel so fucking good, so tight for Daddy.” You eyes widened at the nickname, you’d always wanted to experiment with a daddy kink but he’d never allow it, said it made him feel weird. You couldn’t believe how much this man was filling your darkest fantasies, you felt like maybe your boyfriend cheating was a blessing in disguise after all. Negan’s hand came down to slap your ass, the motion leaving a good red mark on your cheek. You looked towards the large mirrors in front of you, seeing Negan’s body go through the motions, his hips bucking against your ass as he fucked you deep. “Yes daddy, I’m so tight for you, you feel so good inside me.”

Neither you or Negan heard the front door open, your boyfriend finally getting back from his night out, guilt filling him up as he remembered what had happened last night. He knew that what he did was wrong, that kissing that woman was wrong. Still tired and hungover, he at first thought his imagination was playing tricks on him when he heard moaning coming from upstairs, he didn’t think his dad was dating anyone, a look of confusion coming onto his face. He made his way up the stairs, looking through the open gaps of the banister, his features wrinkling in disgust and disbelief when he saw you, head thrown back in pleasure as you met Negan’s thrusts in a timed motion. He rushed up the whole flight of stairs until he got to the door.

“What the fuck is happening here?!” You heard the voice of your boyfriend, your eyes opening with a gasp, you thought Negan would stop, embarrassed that the two of you had been caught in such a way but he went even faster in and out of you, your hands trying to grab some of the blanket that was at the end of the bed, failing miserably due to the fact of your hands being bound together.

“Hey son, just treating your girl to a proper fuck, you were stupid as fuck to let this one go, she’s one dirty fucking girl! Maybe this will teach you not to go round sticking your dick in other women when you’ve got an absolute diamond at home. Now stand there and watch boy.” Negan laughed, your eyes meeting with your boyfriend, you couldn’t help with the moan that escaped your lips as Negan moved down to grab your chin, his head coming to the side of your ear. “Tell him doll, tell him how good daddy’s fucking you.” You smirked, looking out the corner of your eyes to look at Negan. “So fucking good daddy, filling me up, better than he ever could. Please keep fucking me like this daddy.” You whimpered, your lips meeting with Negan as he kept his eyes open, staring at his son.

Your boyfriend didn’t know what to do, he rushed out of the room, slamming the front door behind him as he was trying to gather his thoughts together.

“That was so fucking dirty doll, oh my goodness! I can feel you getting close girl, let yourself cum all over my cock. I want to finish inside you, fill your body with my baby.” You screamed out as your orgasm took over your body, black spots coming into your vision. Your pussy felt like it had a death grip on Negan’s cock, his thrusts coming to slower pace as he let you ride out your orgasm. “Pull out of me, I want to ride you daddy.” Negan didn’t need any more encouragement as he pulled out of you, lying down on his back as you dug your heels into the mattress, sat on top of him. “Be careful with those things, don’t want a hole in my mattress dollface. You look fucking good in them though, sexy as fuck.” He said, as he shoved his cock into your dripping hole. You bounced up and down, even with your orgasm taking energy out of you, you couldn’t stop, you needed Negan like a hardcore drug. His musk mixing with a light sheen of sweat over your bodies. Negan’s hands gripped your ass as he directed your body as you grind into his hips, your second orgasm building up in your core. His cock filling you up, “That’s it baby, bounce on daddy’s cock for me, I want to see my seed dripping out of you.” You quickened your pace, feeling Negan’s cock twitching in you. “That’s it daddy, fill me up with your seed, I want you to fill my pussy up daddy!” You screamed out, uncaring about neighbours being able to hear you, you were too cock-drunk to care. Negan growled, his seed spurting out in you, his hands gripped your hips like a vice, his breathing heavy. You came to your end as well, gushing all over his cock, wetting the bed below you and Negan’s stomach as you squirted for the first time ever in your life. You moaned louder than ever, falling to the side of Negan, his flaccid cock sitting on top of his torso. You both were spent, the only thing that could be heard in the room was heavy breathing. Negan got up slowly from the bed, he released you from the belt, your wrists red and sore. He grabbed a small towel from the on-suite bathroom, cleaning you up from your squirt wetness. He laid back next to you, his arm coming over you to pull you closer, a sloppy kiss on your lips. “Life is never going to be the same again after this doll. Shit, I know it’s wrong to ask but leave him, I’ll treat you better than that stupid boy.” You looked at him, a smile coming across your face. “Negan, you could ask me to do anything right now and I’d say yes, that was the best fuck of my life, Daddy.”

Negan laughed and slapped your ass as he caught you in another sensual kiss.

[smusherina]

bridges burnt - chapter 4 [epilogue series] (regina george x reader)

fandom: Mean Girls (all media)

pairing: Regina George x OFC/Reader

summary: When an invitation to Gretchen Wieners' wedding ended up in your mailbox, you'd been sure it was a mistake. Only, it read your name in neat, swoopy calligraphy. It was addressed to you. And Regina George, whom you hadn't spoken to in years.

additional clarification: This is set in the universe of yard work, a series of mine that can be found on my page! Reading this one might be a bit challenging without the context of the series :)

chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 5

You clapped along with everybody else when the bride and groom made their entrance. You kept a polite smile on your face even as Regina's hand, rested on your knee, had your blood rushing.

The couple would be making the rounds, talking to and thanking guests before speeches were given and toasts were made. Then (finally) the food would be served.

You sipped fizzy apple juice from a champagne flute, leg jittering uncontrollably as you waited for Gretchen and her husband to get to your table. Regina was doing the same, though looking remarkably calmer. Looked like it would take a while, considering the flock of relatives accosting them.

You did not pity them. Those cheek pinches looked painful.

"You gotta calm down," She eventually said, squeezing your leg.

"I can't help it. You know what Gretchen did. I don't even know why she'd- y'know- invite us."

You hoped Regina got your meaning. You'd been broken up for a long time now and it wasn't like Gretchen didn't know. When you'd moved back to town and Mrs George had gotten wind of it, she'd talked very excitedly to all the neighbours about her daughter's best ex living in town.

Gretchen's mom, part of the most pernickety HOA, a soccer mom of extreme intensity and a domineering PTA rep, of course, relayed the information to her daughter—and anybody who'd listen—when she got wind of it from someone. The network of middle-aged women was insane in the area. You digress. There was no way to know this for a fact but you could make an educated guess.

"I suspect it's because she's a heinous bitch," Regina said, casual as ever. "A vengeful, hateful, homophobic bitch."

"Careful, there's ears everywhere." Janis piped up, eyeing the room.

"You know I'm right." Regina defended, eyebrow notched.

"Obviously," Janis made a face like she couldn't believe Regina would suggest otherwise. "But, personally, I wanna get a taste of the menu before we're kicked out."

"Now, that's an idea..." Regina hummed, tapping her chin.

"What's an idea?" You asked. Regina didn't answer. "Reggie. What idea? What ideas are you getting, Regina?" Almost frantic.

"Don't worry your sweet little head about it, babe. I've got everything under control." She teased, pressing a patronizing kiss on your cheek. Your brain made computer whirring noises, blue flashing before your eyes. Rebooting.

"I don't like this," You mumbled into Regina's ear.

"Meet me in the bathroom hallway in five minutes." She whispered back, turning with a coy look in her eye.

You chugged the rest of your drink. Fuck. This was gonna be rough. Shane looked equally nervous but seemed to calm down when Aaron came by. You shook hands very awkwardly. He asked about you and Regina. You told him you were good, that she was good. Maybe your tone was a little too aggressive, leftover from your angsty teenage jealousy, because he settled to chat with his boo from then on.

Five minutes passed very slowly. You eyed your watch for the last minute of it, on the edge of your seat.

"Was nice seeing you, Aaron." You gave a quick, apologetic smile. "Best of luck." Hopefully, that sufficed as an olive branch.

"You too, man, you too," He called after you. You waved behind your back and strode towards the bathroom hallway.

There were too many goddamn guests. You navigated through the throngs of people best you could, muttering sorry and excuse me as you pushed through.

"What the fuck, girl?" You startled when Amanda took you by the cuff. She led you to a nearby wall, so very close to your destination.

"I thought you broke up?" She asked, hissing more like.

"We did. I don't know what's going on."

"Uh, tell her to back off? People are talking that there's, y'know, a very passionate lesbian couple here. Relatives from the bible belt not impressed." Amanda gave you a look, narrowed eyes and crossed arms. "Have you been lying to me?"

"No!" You denied vehemently. "It sounds crazy, I know, but she just came up to me like that."

"And why didn't you, hmm, I dunno, push her away?" Amanda's eyes turned soft. "She didn't treat you right, we discussed this."

"I didn't treat her much better, Amanda." You sighed and rubbed your forehead. "I... I can't say no to her. I- I don't want to say no."

"This isn't good for you." She said as if you didn't already know.

"Yeah. Well." You spread your arms and let them drop listlessly. "You know me, I do a lot of things not good for me."

"You're hopeless." She turned to the rest of the room. "Just remember, you're my ride home."

Your eyebrows rose.

"You sure about that?" You cast a meaningful glance towards the bar. The same guy, still being bothered by the same lady you were pretty sure, kept throwing helpless glances Amanda's way. She was gonna take that puppy home, he was so her type.

"Are you calling me a slut?" She grinned. "If all goes according to plan, I'll text you where to pick me up tomorrow morning."

"Great. Don't get murdered, yeah?" You patted her on the shoulder. "I gotta go."

"I have your back, Jay. Don't forget that."

You nodded solemnly and continued your journey towards the bathrooms. Just as you crossed into the hallway, looking left first, someone grabbed you roughly by the collar and slammed you against the wall.

"What-" You yelped but didn't get any more words out before Regina descended on you. She took you harshly, lips on yours sealed tight like she was keen on sucking the life out of you. Your body slumped against her, mouth seeking hers as she dipped her tongue in.

It was sloppy, a little gross, and loud. Had you been any other person, some innocent bystander, you probably would've been disgusted. But this was Regina George and she was kissing you. That still floored you.

Regina hadn't kissed you like this since high school. When you spent senior prom at your house, cooped up and pretending it didn't matter all the other couples got to dance and have fun while you hid. When you both got so angry that the only way to find release was in each other. When you broke up and decided you were better separate, crying in the middle of intimacy and so, so desperate.

"Keep your eyes on me, jorts." Regina breathed into your lips. You tasted her, something sweet and minty. "You can go back to your little girlfriend when we're done here."

"Huh?" You made a sound. "What girlfriend?"

"The one you were talking to just now." She trailed kisses to your ear. Your eyes fluttered, heart skipped beats. "You got multiple?"

"No, just you, uh, I mean- she's not my girl." You tried to produce full sentences with mild success. "She's here for emotional support."

"What's your relationship with her?" All these official questions while her hands were roaming under your suit jacket, feeling up your back, scratching with her nails. You shivered.

"Friends." You swallowed, panting as Regina sucked marks on your throat. There would be no hope of covering those up.

"Good," Regina said gutterally, voice almost like a growl as her leg pressed between yours. Oh god, was she going to fuck you right here?

"Now, you're gonna be real good for me and do exactly as I say." She kept touching your sides, your hips, your thighs, and you could not take much more. Her lips dizzied you, talking so low you had to strain to hear every word. Her gloss was all over you, sticky and tacky.

"Reg, what the fuck are we doing?"

"We're pretending, baby, and we're gonna sell it." Your stomach sunk. You knew this was some act but having it spelt out like this, that Regina was using you for revenge, stung. She continued:

"I will do everything in my power to ruin this wedding. I have ideas and I just need you to assist a little bit."

"Regina," You sighed and pushed her by the shoulders, lightly and gently. She went willingly, though with a pout. "You're doing it again. Revenge. This is why we broke up."

"We broke up for many reasons, jorts." She retorted, nails scratching at your tummy. You tried to hide your trembling.

"Yes, and- Regina!" She attached her lips to your pulse, where you were especially sensitive.

"Still got it," She mumbled cheekily into your skin, pressing kisses there just to torment you.

"You're horrible," You whined, hands holding onto her shoulders for dear life. Her leg hiked further up on the wall, pressing against you firmly. You kept your hips still, not daring to enter that territory somewhere so public.

You were at the end of your rope. Not much more now and all reservations would be null. You were sure you wouldn't say no if she unzipped your fly then and there.

"You know I am, baby." She squeezed your waist and sucked a hickey right on your jugular.

"Why are you doing this?" You asked, voice weak.

She didn't answer for a while. Just kept touching you, feeling you, kissing you. It was driving you mad but at the same time, you were beginning to feel like the reason didn't matter.

"Good question. Just go with it, yeah?" She breathed, finally pulling away enough to look into your eyes. "You look ravished." She looked so pleased with herself, with a little smirk on her face and her eyes glinting.

"Thanks," You tried to catch your breath.

"Now, we're gonna make out until someone finds us and that'll stir up something." Regina leaned back in but you dodged her kiss, giving her your neck instead. She didn't seem to mind, teeth getting in the mix.

"Y'know there's- there are more effective ways to ruin a wedding than kissing in a secluded hallway." You pointed out.

"Maybe. But this is more fun." She pulled your shirt out of your pants, ruining the careful tuck you'd done. Her hands grabbed at your lower back, nails scraping on your flesh teasingly. She was trying to kill you, surely. You told her so.

"You're gonna kill me, Reg."

"I'd never hurt you." She whispered, sounding more sombre than you would've expected. "You're the exception."

"Why can't you make exceptions for anybody else? Gretchen doesn't deserve this or all this effort."

"Jorts, baby," She brought her lips to your ear, whispering right up against it. You bit your lip not to moan. "You deserve all the effort."

That got you thinking.

"Did I deserve it back then?" You asked, careful, a little too quiet.

Regina paused, hands resting and mouth unlatching. "Yes."

You stood there, breathing together. You were all kinds of messy, so obviously kissed stupid, but you couldn't help the sting in your eyes.

It was dramatic, you knew that, crying over a bygone high school romance. You'd been just teenagers. It shouldn't matter anymore, not at this point when you were both adults. You both had real jobs, your own homes, your own lives.

"I missed you," You said, resting your forearms on Regina's shoulders. You touched your forehead to hers.

"I missed you, too," She said back, just as quiet. "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, too." It felt like a weight lifted off of your chest. "What should we do?"

"How about..." Regina looked up at you through her lashes. You felt lightheaded. Her lipgloss was smeared in the sexiest way. "We get revenge on Gretchen for all the shit she did in high school, for being a homophobic bigot, and for almost getting Kylie expelled."

"Kylie? Expelled?" That surprised you. You hadn't seen Kylie since her sweet sixteenth last year, which she'd invited you to. You stopped by before any of the guests or Regina got there.

"Gretchen caught her kissing one of her younger cousins at their place. A girl. Obvi, Duvall didn't let it fly but it pretty much outed Kylie."

You took a deep breath.

"Let's give the kids kazoos. And water guns. That will ruin any wedding."

Regina laughed. "Where are we getting kazoos? And water guns?"

"I did some volunteer work as a camp counsellor this summer. There's some good stuff in my car." You got an idea then.

"We can lure raccoons into the reception hall!"

Regina cackled.

Notes: I googled "ways to ruin a wedding" and got some awesome results. Look forward to that in the next chapter!

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[ifangirlalot]

I'm back in my miles Fairchild supermency (idk if I spelled that wrong) Anyways can I request a miles Fairchild x reader smut whatever you want to do with it

˗ˏˋ 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ˎˊ˗ | starring miles fairchild

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*~smut!*~ [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:] oral (male receiving), hand play (male receiving), kinky thoughts (miles' pov)

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[Name]'s POV

While Miles and I have been together for a while now, we've yet to do anything super serious. We've gotten about as close to fucking as you can get without actually getting undressed, though. See, the thing is, I'm a little intimidated by the idea of sex. I haven't ever done it before, but Miles told me that he's done it a handful of times. (He's never specified what "a handful of times" translates to with a concrete number, but taking a look at him tells me everything I need to know, really.) And while I'm not exactly thrilled about it, I can't really say I'm surprised.

The thing is, I wouldn't know how to please him. Not just with the main course, so to speak, but also in the way of appetizers. Reading smut isn't what I'd call a reliable teaching method. That's more or less just something to read when you're horny. So, I guess that's why I'm here now. In Miles' bedroom sitting in front of him, seeing him lean against the wall (because his bed is literally just a goddamn mattress for some fuckin' reason) and tastefully unhook the front button of his jeans and pulling down his fly, like he does this everyday.

Lessons start now.

Miles' POV

I don't outwardly express it, but the way [Name] is staring at my dick like it's some sort of predator she has to conquer is rather amusing to me. My pride is telling me it's because my dick is huge, but I think more likely than not it's just because she's never actually seen one up close before. I'll probably die telling myself the first one, though.

While seeing her nervous, almost terrifed face is fucking hilarious, it's not really getting me riled up. So, while she's having her quiet nervous breakdown, I let my eyes flicker to the opening in her shirt and thinking about pressing my palm against her tits. Maybe giving them a nice, hard squeeze, getting her to cry out if I'm lucky. That does the trick and pretty soon I'm at full mast and ready to get started with teaching her.

Oh what a fun little lesson this will prove to be for me.

After some quick debate, I decide maybe hand shit is where I should start. Save the best for last. "[Name], give me your hand." I urge, not waiting for her to comply and just picking it up myself. I pull it closer to my lap and wrap her tiny fingers around my shaft.

Immediately, she grips it and I have to surpress the urge to scream. Not in pleasure, but in pain. This shit fucking hurts.

"Ow- Hey, hey- Loosen it, loosen it.. that's it.. good girl.." I sigh in relief when she complies but keeps her hand in a loose circle around me. "Okay, we're gonna try jerking me off, alright?" I tell her when the breath finally reenters my system. Could have sworn my life just flashed before my eyes from that experience.

"Oh, that's easy. I read about that, I can do it!" [Name] exclaims, almost excited to try out her knowledge from books. I'm immediately cautious. From that first moment, I'm kinda scared she's gonna break my dick off. Don't think that would be good. I kinda need that.

Turns out I was right to be cautious. One second everything's fine, the next, I've died, and my dick feels like I'm fucking a succulent vacuum. And not in a good way. "Ouch-! Fuck- [Name]-! When I said 'Jerk it off' I didn't mean jerk it off my body!" This is not going at all like how I envisioned it in my head. Like at all. This lesson is so unsexy my boner keeps leaving. I have to keep giving it a couple pip-paps just to keep it up. Which in turn is making [Name] feel bad, which is also making my boner go down. Ugh, this is a nightmare.

Finally I sigh and gently move her hand. "Okay, darling. That's not working. So, instead you're going to use your mouth." When she starts moving down, I stop her by touching her shoulder. "Now before you go down and inevitably bite my cock off, listen carefully. Don't use your teeth, make sure they're just barely grazing me. And wrap one hand around the base and hold it steady. Move it in the opposite direction of your mouth so that it meets in the middle, got it?" She nods and moves down again. I hold my breath and lean back against the wall, eyes closed, half expecting to feel a sharp pain as her teeth sink into my length. But that doesn't happen. Instead, my senses are being sweetly invaded by euphoria. Her tongue is wet and warm around my dick, and her teeth are barely even noticeable. Her hand is moving the perfect speed to contrast her mouth and it feels like heaven. A wet, warm heaven. "Oh- fuuuuck-"

The sounds coming from me are foreign to me. But she's pulling them out of me faster than I can stop them. Normally I'd be embarrassed, but right now I don't have enough time to register anything that isn't pleasure. "Fuck, fuck, don't you stop-"

And then suddenly, she's doing shit that I didn't tell her about. Her mouth pulls off my cock with a soft pop and her tongue laps around me, licking, grazing, making me twitch and buck my hips. When her tongue presses against my bright red tip, my eyes roll back in their sockets and a loud groan resonates around the room. Whatever books she's been fucking reading are definitely my favorites now. Don't know who wrote them or what they're called, but goddamn do I love those books. Then, all too soon, I'm coming and it's over. It has been about two minutes. Fuck, I feel so pissed with myself. Two minutes? Fucking seriously, Miles?

I watch her, my cheeks flaming red, while she takes her time lapping up my mess like a dog under the dinner table. "So," she asks casually, licking her fingers. "When's lesson two?"

[A Note From Zee]

I'm genuinely so sorry this took so damn long- I got caught up in other things, but I hope it was at least passable.

[anamenooneowns]

Urges

Summary: Jennifer is always greedy for you.

AN: i rewatched jennifer's body last night so i wanted to make a spicy fic. its just our cannibal, succubus girlfriend loving up on her chubby girl. enjoy!

Pairing: Jennifer Check x Chubby black reader

Warnings: Dub-con (not previously consented demonic hypnotizing), no use of y/n (Angel isn't your name, it's a nickname), fucked grammar, degradation, biting, smacking (like once), cursing, almost caught, possible voyeurism (not really just tryna cover all the bases, these also sound like porn tags)

MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS DNI

This wasn't good. No- it wasn't good at all. This was terrible, in fact. What the fuck were you thinking? Anyone could see you here.

But as Jennifer's tongue slid up through your folds, parting them like Moses did the goddamn Red Sea- it was the best decision you've made in your life. Her plump lips pursed around your swollen clit, gathering spit to the front of her mouth to rub over the throbbing nub over, and over, and again. Your leg was thrown over her shoulder, and for a girl so skinny, it was surprising that she didn't falter at your weight pressing down on her at all.

It was your fault that you looked so precious wearing the crop top that you had taken from her closet. The spandex pressed your tits together while creating a delicious spillage she was quickly developing a taste for in Biology. And now she was having her fill in the gym locker rooms when you were both supposed to be practicing a new routine.

"Jen- Jen, fuck," you mewled. It was hard to focus on the door where anyone could come in when she was doing that thing with her tongue. "Any... anyone c'n come in."

Jennifer pulled away to laugh at your slurred words, rubbing your clit with her thumb to keep you just at the edge. "Oh, they can come in, can't they, Angel?" she mocked your moaning voice. "Then I guess the smart thing to do would be to shut your whore mouth, right?" the drop of her voice was cold and sudden.

Your sucked your trembling bottom lip into your mouth, stifling your tears at her nasty words even though your nipples were twisting into thick, hardened peaks against your cheer shirt. Her eyes locked onto your chest and she pushed your shirt up with her free hand, a dulcet noise coming from her throat as your heavy tits fell out of them. 

"Fuck." she huffed out a laugh, rising from her haunches slowly as she pressed kisses up your stomach and between the valley of your breasts. "For someone so scared they're gonna be seen, it feels like you're just getting wetter and wetter," she hissed in your ear like a dirty secret.

Jennifer punctuated her sentence with a sharp smack against your pussy, eliciting a squelch that sounded so nasty- so lewd that your knees buckled. 

It took a moment to realize that you never hit the ground. Then another to register that Jennifer Check was holding you, above the ground, against the lockers, as if you were weightless. She dropped to her knees now, settling your legs over her shoulders to return to licking the honeyed sweetness you were dripping. All for her. The feeling of her mouth and fingers pleasuring you made your concern slip from your mind, head nodding off as the rise of your orgasm coiled and got hot in your belly.

"Ohgodohgod- wanna cum. Jen.. Jen, lemme cum, baby- please."

Collective laughter in the hallway almost distracted you. Almost. Jennifer's teeth sharpened and she moved her face away from your cunt to bite your thigh, smiling when you cried out in pain. "If you wanna cum, then you keep those eyes on me, Angel. Or maybe you want them to see us, see how good of a little slut you are for me, letting me eat your pussy out?"

It was adorable how you shook your head even though she could hear you chanting 'yes' in your mind. All the times she wondered where your head went off to before she was cursed had been answered. The scenarios of the salacious, perverted things you wanted her to do to you and vice versa made her write a checklist in her diary at home. This was just number five that you and her would both be crossing off soon.

It was when you started hearing the words of your fellow friends and cheerleaders that your diverted your attention again. Jennifer growled and pulled away, slick dripping down her chin, lipgloss smudged. "Angel. Look. At. Me."

Your pretty brown eyes locked onto hers and the sparkle in them started to fade as you fell into her hypnosis. Her demonesque eyes dilated at the sight of you, jaw half-open and eyes lidded as you looked down at her. 

 There we go, now you gotta work for it yourself, sweet girl.

You carded your fingers through Jennifer's hair before stopping at the back of her head, rolling your hips forward. Jennifer moaned as your eyes rolled back, riding her face at an angle where your clit bumped against her nose with every hump. She sucked your inner folds into her mouth, teasing their lineation with her tongue to scoop your cream into her mouth before letting them go. 

The doorknob twisted and turned from across the room but it didn't open. A muffled collection of groans echoing in the hallway from sweaty and tired cheerleaders at the jammed door. It made her want to laugh at how you were getting a much different workout in here.

When your hips started stuttering and frustrated whines spilled from your swollen lips at missing her nose from rutting so desperately, she grabbed the undersides of your thighs. God, you were so warm and soft. The feeling made her hungry. And the second she felt her teeth shift and sharpen, cheeks thinning to accommodate an unhinged jaw–she slammed the door on the feeling. Looking back to your soulless, brown eyes she couldn't- wouldn't succumb to her newly cannibalistic urges.

Instead, she focused on how she could have cum alone from how sopping wet and sticky your pussy was as she pushed her ring and middle finger inside your walls. It felt like hot silk as she curled them inside of you, slowly letting go of her reigns on your mind. The light in your eyes flickered on and your brows drew together, a sob leaving your lips as you looked down at her glacier blue eyes. Did you black out? 

When she put her mouth back on your cunt, you quickly agreed that you did because who wouldn't go unconscious from such good pussy eating? 

"S'right there- stop, Jenny, wai-wait!" you babbled, trying to tuck your hips back, away from her dangerous mouth.

Whatever the noise she made though, something guttural and warning, stilled you as chills ran up your spine. Your body shuddered, head tilting against the lockers and eyes rolling back as you squirted into her waiting mouth. 

She drank as if she had been deprived of water, refusing to waste a drop before crooning, "My pretty Angel," between breaths of air. She made out with your pussy as soon as she caught her breath, swirling her tongue through your swollen vulva until you were wet with her spit and whining.

"Alright, I'm done. C'mon, Angel-baby," her voice was softer as she lowered your legs to the floor, wrapping a thin arm behind your waist because she didn't trust you not to fall. 

Your eyes fluttered open when she started peppering kisses over your neck, and the kisses stopped once your eyes latched onto hers. "C'mon, I'll walk you back home, s'not safe to be alone."

You didn't argue that she would then be alone, knowing that she'd brush your concerns off with a mind-numbing kiss. And you also didn't say a word when you watched her tuck your panties into her bag unabashedly. 

When you walked into the hallway it was clear, and confusion clouded your face. Jennifer didn't have to look at you to know you were confused about what happened to your cheer squad coming toward the locker room.

"The door was jammed silly, duh." Jennifer said. "You know we always get lucky when we're in public like this," her hand crept up your skirt and you squealed as she squeezed the fatty flesh.

"Jenny, anyone could have seen my ass!" you whispered angrily, lips scrunching into a pout.

She stopped walking and grabbed your jaw, kissing you in the middle of the empty basement. Her tongue pushed into your mouth, impatient- everything was always impatient with Jennifer. Your gasp is swallowed as she presses her tongue against yours, the potent taste of you being dressed over your tongue. Pulling away, she swipes your bottom lip and collects the string of saliva connecting your mouths to pop it into her own. "They wouldn't live another day to even talk about my girlfriend's pretty ass."

You rub your lips together, moisturizing them with what was left of Jennifer's strawberry flavored gloss. Finally, you sweetly say. "Well then.. I guess it's okay."

God, you really were an Angel. Always willing and okay to let Jennifer do whatever she wanted.

As you both kept walking, Jennifer's hand rubbing your ass, she decided you didn't need to know that she literally would tear someone limb from limb for you. Or that the door to the locker room wasn't actually jammed and she had locked it from the start, the key shoved in her bra.

It was late when you and Jennifer finally got off of facetime, you insisting that she at least do this for you the moment she dropped you off so you could see her get home safely. You grabbed your pajamas which was really only panties and a tank-top you stole from your girlfriend before going into the bathroom.

You peeled off your cheer uniform, and that's when you felt it. Hissing, you turn to the mirror in your bathroom and raise your leg.

It felt like an icy hand clutched your heart as you looked at the ellipsis of small holes decorating your inner thigh. The oxidized reddish-brown blood was smeared all over it and there was only a one-word question that flitted through your mind.

Jennifer?

[gretavanlace]

Animosity

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, unprotected sex, aggression, arguing, name calling, digital penetration, dirty talk, pet names, etc.

Porn without plot. Arguably an extended blurb, but we have much to celebrate! so my gift, on the eve of Starcatcher, is smut. I love you all! Shout out to this crazy hot request!! Thank you, anon…we adore you and your beautiful mind ❤️

“So, you’re just going to walk away from me? Like what I have to say means fuck all? Like I mean fuck all?” He sinks further back into the couch, crossing his arms like a sullen, bad-tempered child.

“No, Jake,” you snipe right back. A cruel, dismissive edge sharpening your tone until it slices through the anger-choked air in the living room like a rusty steak knife yanked from the back of the drawer. “I’m just sick of listening to you run your mouth about shit that doesn’t matter. I pissed you off. Fucking enthralling story, can you tell it again?”

“You’re tired of listening to me, or you want me to tell it again?” His boots slam down on the coffee table just to pluck at your nerves further. “Make up your fucking mind, sweetheart.”

Christ, you don’t know that you’ve ever been this furious with him, though you really can’t even remember why. It’s been all day. Back and forth. Bitter bickering. Button pushing. Poking and poking, until it feels like the energy between the two of you could break apart with fevered electricity.

“Fuck you.” Is all you can summon. It hisses out of you as you spin on your heel to find solace in the kitchen…the closest room where he isn’t.

With more force than would ever be necessary, you’re throwing open the refrigerator door, fingers wrapped around a bottle of water, when you feel his arms wrap around you, tugging you away from the task at hand with a quiet grunt low in his throat.

The bottle clatters to the floor with a bouncing thud, as you’re pressed against the counter. You’ve hardly had a blink to register, but his hand is fisted in your hair and squeezing against your scalp until it stings like delicious fire. “Fuck me?” He hums, soft and saccharine. “But you seem so angry with me, kitty cat. Seems like maybe you might even hate me. S’that what baby wants? A little hate fucking?”

“Jake, stop!” you snap, with an elbow digging into his stomach, unwilling to let go of your upset even though your thighs are clenched and aching to spread wide for him.

“Have you forgotten your safe word?” The heated query growls into your ear, though he already knows what the answer will be.

Your teeth are clenched - but with wrath or lust, you can’t be sure, “No.”

“Fucking use it, then.” His thigh is between yours now, shoving your legs open further apart exactly the way you’d longed for just moments ago.

“No.” You repeat, once more, even nastier than before. It physically pains you to give him the upper hand, but you love it, too. Fuck, how you love it.

“Oh,” you can hear the smug, cocky, fucking smirk in his tone. “So, my angry little kitty cat wants to be stroked. Is that why you’ve been so goddamn irritating all day? Pretty girl wants to fuck?”

You arch your back, pressing against him in the hopes that he’ll just go ahead and shut up. That he’ll go ahead and destroy you right there at the counter like a whore. Like his whore.

Your silence won’t do for him, and a swift tug at your tangles tells you so, before his voice rasps into the night. “Is that it? Does pretty girl with her pretty wet pussy want to fuck?”

The feverish nod against his clutch comes before you can stop it.

“Say it.”

Oh, fuck you, Jacob. Smug little bastard who can’t let the opportunity to make you taste his victory, pass.

“Hmm-mm,” you moan out, shaking your head, lips squeezed into an impossibly flat line to bite back the flurry of obscene pleas that threaten to tear out of you.

“Okay,” he’s taunting now, and you know you’re in trouble before you’ve even felt his fingers creeping beneath the hem of your panties. “But look at this. You’re dripping. Don’t you want to drip, all filthy and gorgeous, all over me? All over my cock?”

“Yeah,” it shivers out of you with a wanton desperation that should make your cheeks flush with shame. Instead, your entire body flushes with need.

He stands firm and sickeningly sexy “Then say it. Do as you’re fucking told, kitten, and I’ll make you feel good, promise.”

Every ounce of fight drains from your body as you relax down against the butcher's block countertop, and you know without a doubt you’ll need to be careful not to rake tracks into the wood once he’s buried inside you. Careful not to claw marks where you shouldn’t. Careful not to live up to the pet name he only trots out when he’s feeling particularly nasty.

“Say it, baby.” He presses, petting your hair so gently you sigh.

“Pretty girl wants to fuck,” you’re nearly panting between words, but you can’t help it, nor do you care to. Let him hear what he does to you. Let him bear witness to the depravity he sets free to boil through your veins. Let him see.

“Good girl.” He slips the pad of his finger over your slick clit, groaning at how swollen you already are. How ready. How fucking needy. All for him. “Say it. Who’s my good girl?”

“I am.” Your hips are circling and rocking into his touch…you need more, more, more. “I’m your good girl.”

“Yeah, you are.” He nods, forehead resting at your shoulder. “Such a good girl. So, why do you insist on being so fucking bad? Naughty, mouthy little witch. Fucking heartless.”

His touch teases at your entrance, waiting, gentle and nearly still, until you fuck yourself back onto them, slipping him inside with a roll of your hips. “Oh, fuck yes, kitten…just like that. Baby thinks she’s just gonna take what she wants, but she’s wrong…” his voice is quiet, yet melodic. He’s almost singing to you, teasing you, baiting you along with a blissful, bullying, air.

“Whose pretty pussy is this?” He rasps, toying with you.

“It’s yours, Jake.” You purr, arching and trembling. “That’s your pretty pussy.”

“It’s yours, Jake.” He mocks, all high pitched and airy. You half expect him to pull your hair and call you names. To shove you down and skin your knees…and you’re not ashamed to admit, you wouldn’t hate it.

“Tell me you want to feel my fingers inside your greedy, soaked cunt.” True to his role, he snatches your head back by the strands of your hair still locked in his grip. “Tell me you want me to finger fuck you until you cum all over the kitchen tile.”

Your will power has vanished, as though it never existed to begin with. Where is all that fight that once burned in your belly? “I want it…” you’re breathless, whining like a slut, spread out on the counter, tongue sweeping out to curl against the wood because you just need to fucking taste something, anything.

You carry on, happy to complete your pornographic request, if only to make him as weak for you as you are for him. But, he is weaker for you, always…you just can’t ever seem to see it. Instead, his palm covers your mouth, strong and sure.

“It’s cute that you think I really want to hear it. Adorable, even, kitty cat.” He sounds hateful, but you hear the devotion behind the facade, he’s happy to be here with you, wrapped up close, no more angry, blistering space between your bodies.

“I’ve listened to you enough today, don’t you think?” His teeth sink into your earlobe until your knees buckle with a whimpered hum.

“Oh, now you’ve got nothing to say?” His accusation is gritted out between the clamp of his teeth at your ear, sending blazing chills down your spine to curl your toes against the frigid ceramic. “You wanna stay quiet now? Alright then, whatever you want, baby girl. Quiet it is. I’ll help you with that…”

His grip is suddenly iron clad around your throat, squeezing until your gasps rasp and your eyes roll back. His opposite hand is at your mouth, fingers sliding against your tongue, nudging into your throat until you’re silencing a gag.

It doesn’t matter, he feels it. “Be glad it isn’t my cock, shutting this pretty mouth up. Be grateful you aren’t fucking swallowing me and praying I’ll let you breathe.”

You aren’t grateful at all. In fact, you’d give just about anything to be on your knees for him…

And he knows it.

Like a cat in heat, you slink further down, presenting and preening. You want more. You need more…

And he knows that, too.

“C’mere,” it growls out of him, low and rumbling like a feral animal descending upon stalked prey - and before the shudder has even finished shaking through your taxed system, he’s gathering you up in his arms.

Small in stature he might be, but the strength in his grasp has never failed to amaze you. Now, as he jerks you around until you’re caged in his embrace like a writhing doll, is certainly no different.

“Are you sorry, kitten?” He hisses, manhandling you as he throws a dining chair away from the table and spins it just so. “Are you sorry for making me throw you around like the insubordinate little fuck slut you are? Are you sorry for making my cock so hard? It aches for you…it wants its pretty, pretty baby, with her pretty, pretty cunt.”

Down he lumbers, positioning himself on the chair with you, held up away from his lap, watching with rapt attention and a watering mouth as he violently tugs his pants open without care.

And then, there it is, his beautiful cock. Flushed and pulsing. Flexing fiercely and bobbing in the air so pink, so thick, so slick at the blushing crown, so fucking captivating. You can’t take your eyes off of it, and why would you ever want to?

His hands are ripping at you, tearing your panties off ruthlessly until the silk burns across your skin leaving strawberry pink welts in its wake…pulling at the neck of your tshirt until it, too, gives way to his madness and rips apart enough for him to unleash his mouth against your breasts.

It’s a flurry of perfect teeth burying their way into your nipple, the delicious pressure of his lips and tongue, wet, warm, and sucking, as your fingers twist in his hair, crushing him closer to you. His moans are muffled and unidentifiable against the goosebumps he has raised upon your skin.

“Jake, please.” You’re rocking at the air, as still, he holds you away from his lap. “Please please please…”

“That’s it, kitten.” He sounds self-satisfied and disgustingly content with your despair. He’s such a prick when he gets this way, and fuck if you don’t absolutely live for it. “Beg for my cock like a whore. Beg for me to fill your sweet, slutty, cunt. God, look at you. Fucking gorgeous.”

But, rather than beg, out comes the pout he can never seem to resist. “Give it to me.” Your puckered bottom lip tucks between your teeth as you stare down longingly at the prize your body longs to swallow up. “Fuck me, Jake…fuck your kitten. Please, baby?”

“You fuckin’ brat.” He snaps, but his arms loosen, allowing just a hint more freedom to your movement. “Spoiled little thing isn’t playing fair.” He tugs your mouth open and licks against your tongue.

“Go on, then,” his palm, warm and insistent, cracks your ass cheek, hard and firm. Milk chocolate eyes dancing wildly when you suck in a sharp gasp. “You want it so badly? Fuck me. Kitty wants some dick? Kitty can fucking work for it.”

Your hips lower without hesitation and rock this way and that until the tip of his cock is resting at your entrance. “C’mon, kitty cat,” he coaxes like the arrogant prince he likes to pretend to be. “Fuck me.”

Without preamble, without thought for angle, or the consequence of pain, you sink down around him all at once. Sucking him in, hot and snug, tightening around him with a wail of relief as your head tips back until you're crying out to the ceiling.

His face is hidden between your breasts, mouth searching, tongue lapping at your skin as he groans and murmurs your name. “You feel so good, baby girl. So fucking good. Too fucking good. Fuck…fuck…”

Back and forth his pretty face nuzzles, his mouth searching out places to mark you, sucking bruises into your tits as you shove them further in his face, silently begging him to brand you.

But as he grows louder, he begins fighting back to the surface, shaking off your riptide in favor of that delectable dominance he favors “Faster.” He orders, both hands taking hold of your throat just hard enough to make you writhe. “Do it, baby. Come on…” there’s that teasing, coaxing tone that sets your entire body alive in white hot, licking, flames. “Come on. You know how to do it. You know how to fuck me, c’mon.”

Harder and faster you ride him, clutching at the back of his chair for leverage until your knuckles are ghost-white and your nails are screaming, threatening to snap off in the wood.

“Good girl…” his grip is twisting so gently around your neck as your keening moans vibrate into his palms. “Good fucking girl. Say it.”

You know what he wants, and so he shall have it. “I’m a good fucking girl.” They are hardly words at all, more like breathless whines, but they do just fine for him.

“Yes, you are, kitten, yes you are.” Now one of his hands is at your cheek, cupping it as agonized tears streak into his palm…you’re just so fucking close. “And you’re gonna be a good girl and fuck me until I cum, aren’t you?”

“Yeah…” it’s ineloquent and cut off by a shaking moan, but you’ve never cared about anything less.

“Yeah, you are. Make me cum, kitty cat. Come on, make me fucking cum…”

This time, it's his words that drift off into incoherent, desperate whines that flip your stomach and trip you over the edge. You finish, hard and fast, lulled by the obscenities tumbling off of his filthy tongue.

“Please, baby…” he’s clutching at you now, thrusting up to meet you so forcefully you absently worry he might tip the chair over, toppling you both to the floor. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna, oh fuck…”

His teeth catch your shoulder through the tattered remnants of your shirt, gnawing at your flesh as grunts and wails and growls of release seep into your skin.

Finally, though you wish it would never end, his arms fall slack, swinging at the sides of the chair, as his mouth soothes over the bites he’s left you with.

“God damn, baby girl…” he laughs softly, kneading softly into the screaming muscles of your thighs. “Thought you were gonna fuck it right off.”

“Shut up,” you giggle, quiet with exhaustion. “Take me upstairs and take care of me? I’m sleepy.”

Without a word, you’re gathered up in his arms. You know you’ll be tenderly deposited at the foot of the stairs, to navigate them on your own, with your hand held in his…but that’s perfect, you’re always happy to let him lead the way.

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[mercurygray]

Still working on the 'rules' of this end of the universe, but I think we're getting a good start on The Darkening Sky: MOTA.

"Looks like we've got a couple of ladies around," Gale said, lightly curious as a couple of the ground crews zipped by in jeeps, all chapped faces and pigtails.

"Lousy with 'em," Egan reported, sounding none too pleased about it. "Air crew, ground crew, weatherwomen. I wish that Warren woman had fucking stayed home."

"You know she's from Wyoming?" Gale said, mostly to DeMarco. "Her grandfather was the state governor."

"I don't care if he was the goddamn president of the United States," Egan interjected angrily. "Having women over here ain't helping us do shit."

"What's this - John Egan has a bad opinion of the fairer sex?" Gale could only smile. "John, has someone hurt you since I've seen you last?"

"No," Egan said, though he still sounded mighty sore about it. "We've got a lady looey running the control tower who's a goddamn pain in my ass."

Gale exchanged a look with DeMarco and raised his eyebrows, and DeMarco grinned back. Oh, so that's how it is.

Egan began to drive them back, giving them the tour as they went - runway, taxiway, hard stands - and finally the control tower, checkerboarded against the sky. Egan parked the jeep and took the stairs two at a time up to the observation level. There were four women, stationed inside the glasshouse, each of them wearing headsets and watching the runway from their stations. The single woman standing turned around and glimpsed the three of them through the glass, her neutral face deepening into a frown before she excused herself and stepped outside to the tower's observation deck. (She looked like she was ready to run interference, the way she was standing between Egan and the door.)

But Egan, it seemed, was ready, his hands already up, "Don't shoot, I'm just giving the new fellows a tour. Buck, Ben, this Lieutenant Callaway, our Control Officer. Lieutenant Callaway, this is Major Gale Cleven, and Captain Benny DeMarco."

The lieutenant nodded, keeping her arms firmly crossed over her chest. She was around their age, with dark hair pulled back into a tight roll and was wearing trousers - practical, probably, for the wind they got up here. She had a way of standing that told Buck that she was not in the business of being easily moved - and staring down John with an expression that could only mean that the pain in the ass feeling was mutual. "Sir."

"Does Lieutenant Callaway have a first name, or do you just not feel like being neighborly with it?" Gale asked, trying to be pleasant, looking between the two of them with faint but growing interest.

"It's Cordelia, but I think Lieutenant will be just fine, for now, Major."

Gale nodded, filing that away with John's earlier remarks. "Heard and acknowledged, Lieutenant. Nice to put a face with a voice after the landing. Looking forward to working with you."

Callaway nodded, and returned to her post, though she continued glancing over her shoulder until she was convinced they were all really leaving.

"She seems nice," DeMarco ventured, glancing again at Cleven as they headed down the stairs and back to Egan's jeep.

Egan scoffed. "Nice, ha. She's a goddamn iceberg. Had me written up for handing out a few compliments to her crew one night - said I was unprofessional, and a threat to group morale."

"The way you go through girls, Bucky, you would be," DeMarco said with a grin. "They take stuff like that personally, you know."

Egan rolled his eyes. "Remind me why the hell I'm friends with you jokers?" He looked at the two of them and scowled at two very knowledgeable smiles. "Oh, get out of my jeep. You're walking back." He picked up Gale's flight bag and pitched it out of the front seat, giving DeMarco just enough time to grab his before he'd shifted the jeep into gear and roared off on his own.

"He'll be fine in an hour," Gale predicted, hefting his flight bag back over his shoulder so that he and Benny could continue their long walk back down the airfield towards the dispersal huts and crew quarters.

DeMarco watched the jeep disappear down the runway and scoffed. "So how long do you think he's wanted to fuck her?"

Gale grinned, entertained that it was that obvious to someone else, too. "Since the minute they met, I think." And I get the sense she's not the kind to fall for easy charm.

--

If you liked meeting Cord, you'll love reading more about 'that Warren woman' who is currently in my Band of Brothers fanfic The Darkening Sky. You can read the whole thing on AO3.

[woterezwhet]

not my image

Chapter 1

CW: SFW, Language (who are we kidding), Vought, bad spelling

Silence was all there was in the VOUGHT tower as The Boys and Soldier Boy faced each other after finding out what they were looking for all along to kill Homelander didn’t actually work. Queen Maeve, unfortunately, taking the brunt of Soldier Boy’s main attack, leaving her unconscious and powerless.

“Is she okay?” a nervous Hughie asks from his position while Starlight–Annie–checks Maeve’s pulse. Her shoulders slump in relief and a sigh passes her lips

“She’s alive, I don’t know about her powers, though,” Annie informs the rooms of humans and Supes. “Good. We’ll need to stage this as her death, though, yeah?” Butcher adds, coming down from his own Temp-V high after his fight with Homelander. The surrounding group of The Boys nod in agreement– Queen Maeve had served her time on The Seven and now deserved a well-earned break from VOUGHT forever.

“Well there goes our chance at surprise, folks.” Butcher sighed out as he looked around the room at the group. With his hands on his hips, he looked at Soldier Boy with a look of expectancy. “The fuck you lookin’ at me for, pal?” Soldier Boy asked with exasperation, “‘Think I got some sort of ace up my goddamn sleeve for you? I gave you what I had and you threw that away for some little pussy with daddy issues called Homelander.” Soldier Boy spat toward Butcher, pacing the destroyed room.

“You fuckers are the ones who woke me up and took me from Russia to kill this motherfucker, which obviously did not work. So, now, what do you got?” Ben ends, panting as his chest slowly began to heat up, literally and figuratively. “You didn’t get everyone from Payback, did you?” Hughie asks tentatively, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere. “When you gave us the list of your team, you left a name out. Why?” Ben freezes, turned away from The Boys.

“How in the hell do you fuckin’ know that, spaghetti arms?” Ben asks, his voice shaking in slight anger. Hughie attempts to answer with a confident voice, but instead comes out nervous and shaky. “W-well when you look at the picture of Payback, there are nine members standing right, but there are seven dead, not eight, so who is she?” He straightens his posture as he asks Soldier Boy. “Who is the third woman in the picture that we haven’t fucking smashed in the head or blown to pieces with your atomic bomb of a body.” Hughie is shaky and breathing hard as he looks at Soldier Boy. “Who do we need to find next for help?!” He shouts in frustration and desperation, walking away to breathe, Starlight not far behind him. After a few minutes of breathing to calm himself down, Soldier Boy finally answers Hughie’s question.

“Russia.” He answers in a pained voice. “She’s in Russia.” He hangs his head, painful memories surfing through his mind as he answers the team. “She’s being held by the Russians just like I was until you fucknuts busted me out.” Soldier Boy grits out, angry that he was the only one standing without her.

“Alright, guv. Who is the lass to you? And–” Mothers Milks cuts Butcher off after sirens are head blaring outside “Alright we gotta get outta here before all of NYPD and VOUGHT security finds us!” M.M. Exclaims to the group. “We can get more on the girl when we find Grace, deal?” Not waiting for a group reply, he turns and makes his way out, the group following behind.

[pedrospatch]

omg vee i love you sm! 💜💜

but how about if you do a drabble of joel telling reader about sarah?

idk if you've done this before i have dory memory lol if you have plz disregard this

Hello nonnie! Joel did finally tell reader about Sarah in chapter six of the series, BUT how about we dive into another little scene where the two of them are laying together and he’s missing his babygirl? 🥺

Warnings/Tags: Bit of angst, just a father missing one of his daughters.

Word Count: 534

You lightly traced feather-soft circular patterns on Joel’s bare chest with the tip of your index finger as you laid with him on a bale of hay in the barn, your legs tangled together with his.

“Joel?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re quiet tonight,” You stated. “Too quiet. Is everything okay?”

“Everythin’s fine, Peach.”

Lifting your head off of his chest, you looked at him and rolled your eyes. “I’m a little insulted that you think I don’t know you well enough by now to know when you’re lying to me,” You said, shaking your head at him. “What’s going on?”

“It’s really nothin’ at all, sweet girl.” He noticed the expression on your face and sighed, admitting, “It’s just somethin’ that happened while I was out on patrol with Tommy this afternoon.”

You stiffened. “Did you guys find more signs of raiders?”

“No, we didn’t,” Joel assured you. He lifted a hand, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. He detected the nervousness in your gaze and swore to you, “Jackson’s safe, baby. I promise.”

“Then what is it?”

He sighed again. “Tommy and I were patrollin’ out west alone for a while,” he started to explain. “We stopped near the river for the horses to take a drink and we got to talkin’ a bit. He told me that if Maria has a girl, they wanna name her Sarah.”

You frowned. “And you don’t want them to.”

It’d come out as a statement, not a question.

“That ain’t it at all, Peach. I know Tommy wants to do it to honor Sarah’s memory and it’s probably the nicest thing that asshole’s ever done for me in our entire lives.” A low, dry chuckle rumbled through his chest. “And I appreciate him for it, I really do. But part of me worries it’ll be too fuckin’ painful seein’ a dark-haired little girl named Sarah Miller runnin’ around this place, y’know?”

“So what did you tell him?”

“Told him I’d need some time to think ‘bout it. He understood, of course. He knows how hard it is for me, after all, he was standin’ right there beside me when she took her last breath—” Joel’s voice went thick and he quickly cleared his throat. “I know it’d mean a lot to him if he and Maria could name the baby Sarah. Hell, he loved that girl ‘bout as much as I did. And boy did she love the fuckin’ hell out of her Uncle Tommy.”

His voice broke once again.

“Come here.” You shifted positions, laying on your back on the bale of hay and pulled Joel into your arms. As he laid on your chest, you wrapped your arms around him, fingers gently stroking his dark curls.

“Not a single fuckin’ day goes by that I don’t think of her,” Joel confessed, melting right into your soothing touch. “Even after twenty fuckin’ years, I still miss her so goddamn much it hurts.”

His body shuddered and you held him closer. Even though you didn’t know what you could possibly say to ease the heartache, at the very least, you could be a shoulder for him to lean on—as long as you were around, Joel never had to go through his pain alone ever again.

[needle-noggins]

Since you are oc pilled.. what can you tell us about Fanny? I'd love to hear all about them!

OH FANNY MY BELOVED FANNY?

So. Frances Paine (Fanny Paine. pain in my fuckin' ass) is my beloved Trigun OC for a ttrpg I'm in. You have have seen me tag things as #gunsmoked; that's the game. Fanny is a thomas rancher by trade. She grew up in Hopeland. Her best friend, a girl from the orphanage named Nova, went away when they were 12. Nova got shipped off to the Eye of Michael and sent Fanny letters about how bad it was until the letters just... stopped. Fast forward 20 years. Fanny left Hopeland, starting ranching Thomases in a little town called Gunpoint. Killed her husband (backstory) when she found out he was trafficking kids for the Eye of Michael. I wrote a little thing for it.

Within the span of game.... well, Fanny has done some truly buckwild shit. First thing she did in the game was punch the mayor's boytoy so bad that the local gang burned her house down. She helped rescue another character's brother (it's amnesiac Millions fucking Knives) and in the process killed the mayor. Who ended up also being the gang leader. It was Brilliant Dynamites Neon.

Fanny in that moment became the town mayor and the leader of the Bad Lads gang. Like, okay!!?!? OKAY! After grappling with the extremely sudden new responsibility, she discovered that the neighboring town was a front for the EOM. She and her best friend, another sad cowboy named Charlie, went to fuck up the EOM base and quickly discovered they were outgunned and outmanned. It did not go well. Also, Fanny ran into her childhood friend Nova in there. Nova didn't recognize her. Come to find out Nova didn't remember her. At all. Cue Fanny panic. Fanny gets another character, a plant scientist named Aggie, to give Nova the old childhood letters. Aggie, love her dearly, decided to do this in the most unhinged way and just scatter letters around Nova's office for her to get jump-scared by emotions while doing her job. This also did not go well. I mean, it worked, but... Nova went apeshit. Murder mode angry.

Some fuckshit happens, the Eye takes over Gunpoint. Fanny and Charlie shenanigans continue (RIP Knife's beautiful tank), and they try to take back the town but Fanny gets a little too obsessed with making Nova remember her and she's on a suicide mission about it, actually. Because Nova is freaking out that she can't remember this person and is trying to kill Fanny. Fanny almost gets shot with a punisher laser just as Charlie shoots Nova, saving her life but putting Nova in grave danger. We discover Nova is part cyborg, now in a robo-coma, and it takes about a week in-game to find the parts to fix her. Fanny spends this entire time just losing her goddamn mind about it. She may be a little bit gay for Nova. Maybe. Perhaps. But absolutely obsessive.

Nova gets fixed and comes to, bounces, Fanny has a mental crisis about it but realizes she can't fix her childhood friend. Still wants to kiss her, though. But the party has got bigger plans, like saving the world, first. And she still has responsibilities to be, ya know, the town mayor and Bad Lads leader.

Fanny is an absolute idiot, chaotic as hell, with the second-highest known body count in the party (Tesla did July; hard to top that. Knife is a new man so his past crimes don't count. Wolfwood has not told us shit about himself). She wears some Orville Peck-esque Neon Cowboy shit. Her thomas is named Cash, after Johnny Cash. Her gun was her momma's and it's an ornate little thing. She thinks half of being a cowboy is about the drip (she's right). She's a coward, she can't hurt people she cares about - even when they're threatening to kill her. She means well, she's actually not half-bad at being a leader because she's compassionate, but she's impulsive and has no self-confidence. She cannot catch a fucking break. She's hopelessly in love with her childhood best friend, she blames herself for everything that happened to Nova, she thinks she failed her by not following her to the Eye at the age of 12. She's a small town girl who is finally realizing that the world is so much bigger than her small town drama, and other people have some much bigger problems. She's can be condescending and controlling, but she's also nurturing and wants to help. She's insulting and doesn't know how to comfort others, but she's loyal to the death. She just wants to save everyone. She cannot take her own damn advice. She is extremely accidentally Vash-coded. When I play her she and her goofy-ass southern accent just take over and I don't know half the shit I say. I adore her and the absolute disaster she is. She compels me SO much.

[genderlesssinner]

Oh my god why he on the table

Why would they put a jug of water on the table they're too chaotic for this 🤣

Not Sam screaming like an actual kid AND THE BINKI

Wait I just realised they're in their BH seats but it's ok cause their stuff is in VM spots okay okay

Oh boy oh boy here we go, back with the OG crew

(well. Most of them.)

Ep 113

It feels so wild for c3 to be in triple digits??

Aaa les goooo

I still can't believe Keg is hanging with Scanlan's old crew

Oh no okay cerkonos calm down

Grog makes shoes???? How have I missed that or are they fucking with Scanlan

Back to Vasselheim it is

Oh okay no he's actually doin it okay

Oohhhh Kikiiii 🥺 guyyys

Trinket!!! The old maaann he's missing teef 😭

"I'm going to end up in there, don't think I don't know that." oh boy

Okay okay Pike an Scanlan oooh Pikey has a buddy

Oh god I forgot they had kids

Meat man import and sexports I hate it

I love Grog so much

Oh god Pike, mood. Everything hurts no matter what

Oh god Robbie XD

TRAVIS CAN YOU DON'T

Dynasty reps being in Vasselheim is crazy still. The queen herself.

Percy does not want the rifle corps out in the world Vex love

I can't

Ooooh is that J'mon? I think it may be

Interesting seeing factions we don't really know much about

This is gonna be such a massive and chaotic battle

J'mon is one of my all time favorite NPCs yall, I love them so much

Ooohhhh the ladies from the Matron. Liev'tel!!!

HE DID. YESS I LOVE IT

Character art for her!! She's so pretty.

Ooo Cerkonos is shook by the lady

"We will get him back." oh I love her so much

What if Vax is just in a pokeball but like instead of just vibing it's painful or something (he's clearly not just chilling) but like maybe he can bamf out like Trinket with the necklace

Devosa that's the dragon name,, I can never remember that one

Oh shit the judicators too

Heirophant doing some cool shit just standing there, damn ok

She's doing some Inspiring Leader shit and buffing everyone isn't she

Ooh shit okay okay just casually summon celestials like that goddamn

Like anyone is gonna feel good following that up. Woof. You got this Keeks.

No pressure at all, Keyleth. Nope.

Hell yeah Vex.

Oh Keyleth. Never change girl.

Historical speech right there. Fuck shit up!

Yeah yeah yeah 20 temp hp hell yeah

Interesting so now we have 2 clerics and 2 druids I love it

Ah yes so we're going over the walls on the ships okay okay

Ohhhh the old maaann twinketttt Buddddyyyyyyyy you don't gotta protect mama anymore

Oh my god he dragged out the old cup ugh I'm glad he's not really drinking out of it

Hero's Feast fuck yeah

Oh god Cerkonos please take advice from him with a gain of salt

Grog fucken TANKIN with almost 300 hp hell yeah man

Essek! I mean Seth 😏

I love that half of them were like WHO is this. Yall. 😂

Is that. Is it Verin IT FUCKING IS HELL YEAH BABY

Hot boi #2 damn right Laura

I hope we get to see him fight oooh man. He also better fucking survive this though goddamn it

Yep there's the awkward baby brother, love him

IS HE FLIRTING WITH MY GIRL

You fucker

Goddamn it Matthew

Ah okay so we're caught up now interesting okay quicker than I expected

It's go time boys and girls

Here we go oh shit okay good job grogory hoof booties

He made hoof crocs oh my god

Yess this is why I love these two! Such a good friendship

Oh hell yeah Lieve, buff my girls up

XD oh my god Cerkonos maybe just.. Don't speak.

YEEE VM ON XANDIS' SHIP FUCK YEAH

I love them so much, crazy fucking tiefling

A short and bumpy ride

Like you (Percy to Scanlan)

I love that Liev'tel x Cerkonos is still Liam x Robbie

Is that Artagan parting the dust storm?

It has begin my friends

What in the fuck are these freaky flying fucks?

Yup it's on the ground Groggy that's you, get it

Oh fuck uh okay it took the horse

Damn Percy, 22 with disadvantage. Love it

Oh fuck yes I love me a grave cleric yaaasss

Grogory with the first HDYWTDT Nice Nice

Goddamn Travis

Heheh the Platinum Gaurdian got a snack

Oh fuck dispel missiles holy shit

Elementals to the rescue?

Bitches yall best help Verin and his crew come on

Thank the Everlight indeed boys

Get that horsey bardic inspo

Oof I do not envy those ground forces at all. Vidulches are awful

Come on Xandis you got this

Oh well okay that's not what I was expecting but okay

Alright now get your asses to the Key

Liev'tel doing the the step off into freefall is so good

That damned cannon

Cerkonos fucken going human torpedo over here aight

Okay okay that was fucking badass

Break time!

How we feeling?

I missed these fucking idiots so much

[selyas]

Chapter 1

Batman needs a Robin

Ina was a street rat. A dirty, malnourished, eleven year old from Crime Alley. She couldn’t fight well and didn’t even steal, because mama would be mad. Samantha Reilly was a victim of abuse and bad luck all her life, but she refused to subject her daughter to the same fate. The day Ina gets caught stealing something from the wrong person will be her last and Samantha much prefers to prevent it altogether. So, while she was never very skilled in street fights, she could at least throw a punch. She was smart and incredibly fast on her feet. That sufficed. They can survive a little longer, if Ina doesn't cause trouble.

Contrary to popular belief, Red Hood was a kind man. He cared for the children of Crime Alley in a way no one else usually did. Ina spent her day running around and playing with other kids unfortunate enough to live in Park Row. Many of those children, much like herself, more often than not went to bed hungry. But never when Red Hood was around. Gotham City as a whole may have Batman, but they have their own hero. The man was in his thirties (even though there was a visible grey streak in his hair) and always brought food for the kids. That evening wasn't different. Little children and teenagers alike ran to him cheering loudly. The anti-hero only laughed and set down the bag for them to rummage through. Ina's mom wasn't home that day at all. Weekends were very busy days at her work, but in all her stress she forgot to leave something to eat for her daughter. The girl couldn't blame her mama for making mistakes like that, seeing her mother's state every time she came back home. Samantha's boss was the definition of what could only be described as a "motherfucker". With that thought, Ina took out a cheeseburger and murmured a shy thank you before biting into it happily. She felt Red Hood's large hand rest on the top of her head, before ruffling her dark brown hair. The girl grimaced out of habit, but didn't swat his hand away.

In the end, the vigilante vanished as quickly as he appeared, but the kids knew he would be back. Hopefully with more food and some stories from his missions. The sky started to darken and Ina decided it was her que to leave. She said goodbyes to her friends and marched quickly, almost soundlessly home.

[-]

Crime Alley, per it's name, was usually full of very shady people, but as Ina hurried through she didn't spot anyone at all. Now that sparked trouble. She thought about running, but immediately decided against it. Suddenly, she heard labored breathing coming from around the corner. It was a sound of a dying man, she knew. Slowly, minding her own safety first, she peaked at the wounded person. Her blood ran cold. Leaning against the wall, in a pool of his own blood was the goddamn Batman. He clutched his chest, probably trying to stop the bleeding. Not very successfully. Ina crouched next to him in panic.

'Sir? Hello? I will call the ambulance.'

He gripped her arm with much force, before she could take out the phone. The cheapest one there was, but it was all she needed.

'No. They can't know who I am. I have to go to the Batcave' the vigilante's voice was strained with pain. He reached to his belt and took out a small device. Car keys - she realised. 'The Batmobile should be on it's way. Just help me get to it.'

He was right, after a few moments Ina saw a big and probably very expensive vehicle roll onto the road right outside of the dark alley. The girl was so high on adrenaline and focused on not letting the Batman die that she coudn't even bring herself to be amazed by it. She "helped" him stand or rather supported his balance as he leaned on the brick wall, colouring it red with his blood. They somehow got to the Batmobile - as the man called it - and he collapsed onto the drivers seat with a sigh of absolute suffering. Ina didn't know what came over her in that moment, but she quickly sat on the only passenger seat available. Batman eyed her in shock and looked like he wanted to argue, but before he could waste his breath any further, she cut in.

'I'm sorry, but there's no way I will let you go home like that all alone. You're barely conscious!'

He didn't respond, instead opting to relax into his seat. He typed in the destination on a bright panel and felt his eyes close involuntarily. He shouldn't have gone to patrol tonight. His previous injury hasn't fully recovered yet and went out against Alfred's stern discouragement, not putting on his com link for good measure. How foolish of him. Now, he was basically dying with a little, scared girl by his side after getting stabbed between ribs. All because of mild pain making him hesitate and allowing his opponent to take advantage. Father is going to kill him. Unless, of course, Pennyworth doesn't beat him to it.

[jennifersminds]

bestie what Lana Del Rey songs fit tvd characters or just tvd to you?

my bestie, my love, thank you so much for this ask !!!

as someone who's endlessly obnoxious about both tvd and lana del rey this is quite literally a dream come true so-,

SONGS FITTING TVD AS WHOLE

Video Games

"It's you, it's you, it's all for you. Everything I do, I tell you all the time"

tvd at it's core is about people doing unjustifiable things for 'love'. Whether i choose to read some relationships as more of a predatory obsession, the crux of this show is damaged grieving people sacrificing and further damaging themselves and others in the pursuit of it, see the mikaelsons with eachother and the salvatore's with Elena and Elena with basically everyone. And I've always read Video Games as both one of the most beautiful love songs of all time but also as an acknowledgment of codependence and lost potential. The song romanticises monotony and mundane life, which is fair. but there's a touch of melancholy beneath the surface of picture perfect normalcy. much like tvd itself.

Love

Look at you kids with your vintage music Comin' through satellites while cruisin' You're part of the past, but now you're the future Signals crossing can get confusing

...

Look at you kids, you know you're the coolest The world is yours and you can't refuse it Seen so much, you could get the blues But that don't mean that you should abuse it

following that theme,

"part of the past but now you're the future," Could refer to any of the vampire's in the show but I personally love it when thinking of Elena and the doppelganger's before her. In the background of all of history but with an endless future before her. "You could get the blues, But that don't mean that you should abuse it," EVERY FKN KID ON THAT SHOW. And yes I mean kid, the MF gang were children. And they did, in fact, get the blues and abuse it.

ELENA

Norman Fucking Rockwell

"you're just a man, it's just what you do, you're head in your hands as you colour me blue."

Anyone who's read my endless rambling before knows where I'm going with this but, jfc the salvatore's !!! Both Stefan and Damon (and canon as a whole but wtv) view their mistreatment of Elena as something unavoidable. Following the theme of horrific acts in the name of love from earlier, Stefan didn't have a choice in entering Elena's life. To him, it was his right, his purpose. (he had to know her).

Despite Elena being a grieving child who did not need any more bullshit in her life. He had too. And when that later caused even further turmoil, both from his own actions and indirect, unintended consequences. He metaphorically put his head in his hands, it wasn't just her suffering but him. In fact, if he really thought about it, later in canon, that is. It was almost equally her fault what happened. From his POV atleast.

Damon basically follows all the same beats but is more open about it, bemoaning his own lost chances with Elena as something completely disconnected to his very purposeful and avoidable choices to cause her pain. He's impulsive, it's not his fault.

"Goddamn, man child You act like a kid even though you stand six foot two"

Damon could only dream of being 6'2 but you get it.

Pretty When You Cry

"I'll wait for you, babe, you don't come through, babe You never do, babe, that's just what you do"

For one, she is very pretty when she cries, and two, see above.

ELIJAH (essentially every 'she fucked that old man' song in ldr's discography)

Million Dollar Man

"Someone as dangerous, tainted and flawed as you,"

"You're screwed up and brilliant Look like a million dollar man So why is my heart broke?"

He is screwed up and brilliant and he does break my heart.

BONNIE

Season of the Witch

Obviously, like... (also Davina, I never talk about her but that's my girl)

Pretty When You Cry

"I'll wait for you, babe, you don't come through, babe You never do, babe, that's just what you do"

Similarly too Elena, she's also pretty but the thesis of Bonnie's character is unfortunately being let down by the people around her. If tvd hadn't had jplec as a showrunner we probably would've gotten some proper character arc about that before season eight but...

ELEJAH

Cinnamon Girl

"There's things I wanna say to you But I'll just let you live Like if you hold me without hurting me You'll be the first who ever did"

kill me. literally fucking kill me like it's them fr.

BEKLENA

Doin' Time (yes it's a cover but Lana owns it tbf)

"Me and my girl, we got this relationship I love her so bad, but she treats me like shit"

The toxic girlfriends I deserved but wtv.

"I'd like to hold her head underwater"

Because she drowned her.

REBEKAH

Old Money

"But if you send for me, you know I'll come And if you call for me, you know I'll run I'll run to you, I'll run to you I'll run, run, run I'll come to you, I'll come to you"

Stuck in an endless cycle of finding freedom and falling back to help Klaus when he needs it.

"The power of youth is on my mind Sunsets, small town, I'm out of time Will you still love me when I shine From words but not from beauty My father's love was always strong My mother's glamour lives on and on Yet still inside, I felt alone For reasons unknown to me"

Never ending quest for humanity and mortality, her eventual fate of taking the cure. The loneliness of her thousand years etc

Honorable mentions for, Young and Beautiful (pretty much everyone's mortal x immortal ships anthem but specifically the Klarolines fuck with it so hard which I repect). Say Yes to Heaven, also works for literally every ship but it's always very Kolvina to me.

[a-boca-do-inferno]

let me take care of you, part 2 (frank slade x reader) [request]

part 1

summary: He didn’t have to see her face to know (y/n) was probably wondering what the hell she was still doing there. He wished he knew, too.

warnings: light angst, fluff, swearing

words: 0.6k

notes: only took me a year 🤪 enjoy <3

Dinner’s cold. (y/n) must have left twenty minutes ago, and he remained paralyzed in his seat. Frank was an asshole, he was well aware of that fact, but tonight he surprised himself with his behaviour. Truth be told; he was just scared, really scared, and poor (y/n) kept paying for her insistence on loving him and just fucking staying by his side. He didn’t understand her mind, and he didn’t pretend to, but damn it. He loved the woman, and so remorse started to eat up his insides like acid. Suddenly, he was sick. Sick of hurting the one he just couldn’t push away completely. Sick of being scared, and allowing his fear to dominate his every move. 

Frank got up and Charlie tried to help him, but he gently turned him away. He sighed and strolled quietly outside, where he knew (y/n) was still sitting by the porch. She never left entirely. That was her worst flaw, perhaps; constantly insisting, even through the pain. He admired it in her character, albeit it concerned him to no end. With a sigh, he sat by her side, without a word. He didn’t have to see to know she was probably curled up, head down, staring at the meadow under her feet. Certainly wondering what the hell she was still doing there. Hoo-ah. He wished he knew, too.

“I won’t leave”, she says matter-of-factly, as if Frank somehow doubted it. He couldn’t help but chuckle, even though it would make her furious. He was right. “What the hell are you laughing at, asshole?”

“Ouch, I only like to be called names in bed, sweetheart”, he snickers, giving her his signature side smile. (y/n) grunts in response, not really amused, and he leans into her slightly. “I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have said what I said. I was out of line.”

The girl nodded, and he felt her hot breath against his face, which told him she turned to look at him at last. Well, it was a start. “Why would you say something like that, Frank? Don’t I show you how much I love you? Is it not enough?”

Her questions sound tired, and his chest tightens at the thought. Frank bites his lip for a moment, considering his next words carefully. “I don’t know, I’m an idiot. It’s not your fault, my dear”, he laments huskily, glancing forward, blinking anxiously. He’s stressed, and she lets her guard down unconsciously at his sight, leaning into him too. When he senses her closeness, his mouth curves upwards completely, his nose touching her soft cheeks in a quiet display of affection. “I love you, honey.”

“I love you too”, she hums, shutting her eyes as he keeps nuzzling her neck. (y/n) grabs his chin between her index and thumb, caressing it. “Stop running. Stop pushing me away. I’m a goddamn mule when I want to be one.” 

Frank laughs heartily, nodding. “Oh, yeah, I would know.” He pulls her into his arms, patting her back as he rocks their bodies together. The light breeze of the night hits them and he feels her shiver under his touch, which makes him smile. “Let’s go back inside, I’ll heat up the food.”

She only kissed his lips without saying anything, and his entire body burned. Oh, how he loved that woman. His fear of being loved could suck ass for all he cared. Hoo-ah. He was tired of feeling like a sick man. When dinner was warm again, Frank made a point of sitting close to her. He wasn’t going anywhere without her. He knew in his heart he wouldn’t last a day, anyway. That night, he chose to stay for (y/n); just as she did so many times before for him.

[venny19]

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SFW|| Rivalry|| Teasing

This is my FIRST fic on this APP so please bare with it and mind the spelling mistakes that are made, I'm not a professional at this so please if there's any tips or tricks to make this nicer then don't hesitate to ask me! I must know how to make this more smoother!

I understand mine is not the best compared to others but I do hope others enjoy this and send positive feedback and reviews. Now please don't let me hold you here from your reading, hope you enjoy 🙏.

Akira Endoji: Red with star eyes

Taiga Tsunzaki: Orange with stripes

Miyazaki Sanzuku: OC that wears glasses and has black hair with heterochromia eyes

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"Owowowow!"

Miyazaki was clutching her bloody nose for the fourth time this week. After Raichi punched her on the nose, she has been bleeding since then. The blood started to leak everywhere on her lips and hands, trying her best not to make it spill on the ground as it already stained her jersey.

"Me and my terrible lady luck! Goddamn you Raichi! The most terrible luck I could get!"  She quickly rushed to the nurse office to get it checked out and cleaned.

Finally she made it to the nurse's office and had it checked out with some water, bandages to cover up her injury, and added healing cream to clean off the excess.

She was given a note to visit them again but she was ordered to stay in the med bay to rest up, even though she didn't need to but didn't want to go against their word and listen to them.

The medic needed to go for an appointment and will be back, so the only Miyazaki can do is rest up for her nose to fully heal. At least she was given pain killers and water to ease her nerves.

"This sucks…." She rubbed her bandaged nose as she hissed at the stinging pain in her nerve system. "Ow!"

She thought she was the only one but she heard an added unfamiliar voice in the med bay.

"Well I be damned! It really is true that a girl is in blue lock, and here I thought things would just get more boring." 

A enthusiastic male voice called out catching the girl by surprise. She looked towards the scours of the voice and met eyes with red star ones.

"Hmm? Oh… uh hi!" She waved at him. He was resting his body on the medical bed, while having one hand supporting his head, and the other one had bandages wrapped around and supporting his hip. He had more of a tan-ish pigment while his hair was black he had a highlight of red in the front. 

He had his bodysuit sleeves rolled up to where it met his shoulders giving full view of his toned muscles, and last but not least he had a v shaped smile while winking at Miyazaki.

"Hiya! The name's Akria Endoji!"

He said pointing at himself with his bandage hand. Miyazaki smiled and also introduced herself. "Nice to meet ya Endoji -kun, names Sanzuku Miyazaki! But you can call me Miyazaki!" She smiled.

"Hah! You use your first name already?! That's alright you can call me Akria then!" He got up from his bedding and approached the sitting girl. Miyazaki nervously looked at him, as she tried to look away from him with a bashful face. "O-okay Akira…"

Akria scoffed and sat next to her on the medical bed. Miyazaki looked at him, seeing his shining starry eyes reflecting off her bicolor ones. She gulped and wanted to break this awkward silence 

"Eh… So what happened to you getting into the nurse's office?" She asked, pointing at his injured wrist. Akira acknowledged her stare and lifted up his bandage hand. "Oh this? My hand hit the goalie pole while we were in a match. Dumbass Taiga laughed at me."

She didn't know who this Taiga character was but she can only presume that it was one of his teammates. "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear, I hope it gets better." She worriedly said, but Akria just shrugged it off.

"It's not your fault! Shit like this bound to happen when you're having it rough out there on the football field, no one said it was going to be easy play." He scratched the back of his head with a little red on his face.

"Yeah, no sport is easy to master. Everyone has their flaws." Miyazaki suggested to which Akria agreed on.

Akria took notice of the dried up blood on her stained jersey and some still on her face, he couldn't help but ask "So… what happened to you? Looks like you came out of a Friday the thirteenth trailer!" He joked as Miyazaki rolled her eyes at his choice of words.

"Thanks, but to answer your question, a teammate hit me on the face after our last game."  She rubbed her nose but the nerve system still didn't heal which caused an audible 'ow' coming from her.

"Yikes, that's the worst kind of pain, are you sure you're okay?" He asked in a worried tone. Miyazaki just snickered. "Heh, yeah. This wasn't the first time this happened to me, and besides it's bound to happen like you said, nothing is easy." 

The two chuckled as they started to make conversation with one another. Talking about movies, shows, what they like. Anything in particular to get along. 

"No way! Kyoto?! My grandparents live there! It's such a nice and peaceful place too!" Akria said with stars twinkling in his eyes. Considering his eyes are star shaped.

"Mhm! My dad also owns a gym too! He used to be a professional kickboxer but now he retired about 3 years ago but now he's dedicated to his gym that he hoped for! Ah wait! I'm blabbering again! Sorry!" Miyazaki had a flustered face as she covered her mouth but Akria just chuckled.

"Haha! Don't be! I like listening to you! Your life seems so interesting too! Hey, maybe we should hang out after blue lock! I wanna come visit you so we could hangout too! I hear that the matcha there is the best in Kyoto!" He said with a wink.

Miyazaki snickered and agreed. "Of course! I would love to hang out with you some time! But we don't have our phones to contact each other!" She noticed at the last minute. 

"Ah! Don't worry about it! Here I can give you my phone number!" He got up and took a pen and a small note pad, scribbled his phone number and handed it to her, "here! This is my number so you can contact me when we get our phones back! I'm looking forward to meeting you again, Miyazaki!"

Miyazaki thanked him and took the note from his hands.they went back to their conversation until the medic came back.

"Endoji Akria, you may go back to your wing, make sure you apply healing cream and don't put too much pressure on that wrist, with that you're free to leave " he said, giving Akria a pass.

"Anyways Miyazaki! See ya later! Hoping to meet you again" He winked at the girl. Miyazaki smiled and waved at the leaving male. "Of course! I enjoy our time! Hope we can one day meet again!" And with that they parted ways.

Akria had a bashful face, he fist bumped the air in triumph from finally meeting the only girl in blue lock. He enjoyed talking to her and Akira admits that he fell in love with her. Akira was into Tall girls and she had a fun personality too, something that Akira likes the most. And now he can rub it in Taiga's face from not only meeting her first, but also giving his phone number too. 

After Akria left the nurse's office, Miyazaki now was left to ponder about her and Akria's time together, when it was her time to leave all she could think about is Akira in her mind. Those star-like eyes were very unique and she couldn't stop thinking about them. A noticeable blush appeared on her cheeks as she walked back to her dorm room.

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Two days past and all day Akria can only think of him and Miyazaki when they met, a blissful thought appears in his mind with only him and Miyazaki holding hands and touring around Kyoto, just the two of them together. Having his head in the clouds he didn't notice his teammate approaching with a water bottle in hand.

Ever since Akira came back from med bay, he completely had his head in the clouds and became oblivious to his surroundings. He was lying on the grassy ground as he had his hands behind his back while his legs were crossed and eyes closed, so lost in thought that he didn't notice Taiga approaching.

He unscrewed the lid to the water bottle and splashed it on Akria's face, which caused him to shoot up from the unexpected cold water making contact with his skin.

"*Cough cough* Augh! What the hell Taiga! What was that for!" He got up on his feet as Taiga's eye began to twitch.

"Ever since you came back from that med bay you have done nothing but daydream! What the hell happened to make you space out so late!" He argued to the star eyed male. Akira remembered that he was going to tell him about the girl in blue lock to rub it in his face, but since he was daydreaming about him and Miyazaki together that it slipped his mind without noticing.

Akria snickered and faced his tanned teammate. "So you wanna know so bad?!" He smiled at Taiga who just crossed his arms.

"Uh yeah! I wanna know damn well what the hell happened! I didn't just splashed water on you to snap your thoughts out! Now stop stalling and hurry up and answer my question!" He demanded.

Akira was whipping his face off with his jersey as he looked at the striped hair male. "Okay, okay guess I should've said it but I forgot. Okay so like when I was in med bay, I met someone… and that someone was the only girl in blue lock too!"

After those words came out of his mouth. Taiga looked at him in disbelief.

"Nuh uh!"

"Yuh hu!"

"Say on God!"

"Bro! You should've seen her!"

Taiga couldn't believe what he's hearing. Akira met the only girl here, and what Akira has been thinking about for the past two days. But the real question is… what did she look like?

"Endoji! Tell me! What was she like?! Was she small and cute?! Tall? Does she have muscles? Does she have a nice ass? How big were her boobs?! How did she talk? Was she shy girly or deep and demanding?! C'mon tell me! Tell me!"

"GODDAMNIT TAIGA! SHUT THE HELL UP! AND STOP SHAKING ME!" Akira disarmed Taiga from his shoulders and his constant rant about what the girl looks like.

He dusted himself off and huffed. Taiga just scratched the back of his nape while looking away.

"And for your information…. Y'know what… I'm not going to say it." Akira crossed his hands while having a smug face.

"DUDE YOU CAN'T DO THAT! YOU GOTTA TELL ME WHAT SHE LOOKS LIKE!" Taiga begged his friend but Akria just scoffed.

"Nah man, she's only for me to think about. You can meet her when you get the chance." He put his hands behind his head but Taiga continued to egg on. He grabbed him by the shoulders and began to shake him more. "C'MON BRO! AT LEAST TELL ME HER NAME! YOU JUST CAN'T KEEP HIDING HER LIKE THAT!"

"TAIGA! STOP IT!" Akira was trying to shake off the striped hair male off. But he didn't stop until Akria confessed.

"OKAY OKAY! FINE! HER NAME IS SANZUKU MIYAZAKI! THERE HAPPY?!" Akira shouted which made Taiga stop his frantic shaking.

"Sanzuku Miyazaki…. Wow what a beautiful name! Ah I wonder what she looks like! I bet she's a short average girl with blonde hair, OH! I bet she has blue eyes! Or maybe green! Shit maybe she had cute pink ones! Agh! They're the best!"

Akria rolled his eyes at Taiga's wrong description of Miyazaki but he didn't want to ruin his crappy imagination and rolled with it. Hey at least Akria didn't say anything about the phone number thing, Taiga will go INSANE FOR THAT!

But for now, he was thinking about himself and Miyazaki in Kyoto holding hands.

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"Bleh! My throat is so dry."

Taiga complained as he sat up from his futon. It was late at night and the majority of the blue lock was sleeping at this hour, and Taiga groaned in his sleep after the dryness on his mouth. He couldn't sleep with a dry mouth. It's going to be a bother, and it's really annoying to deal with in the morning.

He got up and stretched his limbs before sighing. He looked around to see all the snoring guys, to his left he saw Akria hugging his pillow as if it was a person. Taiga rolled his eyes at him. It's been four days since Akira met Miyazaki and he still didn't say anything about what she was like and that seemed to piss off Taiga more.

"Jerk, you may have met her but at least you haven't gotten her number! I'll be the one to get it then you!" He whispered at a quiet time not to wake up others, but made sure to give angry glares at the star eyed male. He wishes he could grab his pillow and smack it on his face constantly, but that would take too much work and he would rather not do it in the middle of the night.

But first he needed to get himself water to wash away this dryness that antagonized him. With a groan he walked out the door and started to head to the cafeteria to get water and probably something to eat while he's there.

He saw the time on the wall and it was starting to turn at 5am, way too late for anyone to wake up but he didn't care, water was all in his mind for his aching throat.

His hands in his pockets as he walked down the hallway to which it led to the cafeteria. Finally making it to the cafeteria he opened the door to the empty room, looking around he made a few glances to make sure the coast was clear.

He shuffled to where the water bottles were provided, he was going to drab one for himself but a voice called out from behind.

"Um, can you give me a water bottle please?" Miyazaki asked the male In front of her.

Taiga groaned tiredly but complied. "Huh, yeah sure. Here" he handed her an extra water bottle to the person behind him.

"Thanks!" She thanked him. Taiga Opened his water bottle before taking a few gulps before spitting it out.

"HOLY SHIT IT'S YOU!" He turned around to meet the tall dark haired girl that had just finished taking her last gulp of water before looking at the shocked male In Front of her.

"Hm? Oh uh .. hey! Sorry to scare you, I didn't know other people woke up this early other than me," she said as she shrugged taking another sip from her water

Taiga couldn't comprehend what he's seeing right now, tall slim buff body with long black wet hair down, average pale skin tone, she had bicolor eyes that wears red glasses resting on the bridge of her nose, wearing the blue lock sweatpants but had a black tank top while a towel hung around her shoulders.

"What got something on My face?" Miyazaki said as the male just continued to look at her in awe. Taiga couldn't help but point at her.

"A- are you Sanzuku Miyazaki?" He asked steadily. Miyazaki smiled and nodded. "Yup, that's me! And who might you be if you don't mind me asking?" She approached him a little.

Taiga coughed and stood up straight to make him presentable to the female. With a smirk he pointed at himself.

"Tsunzaki Taiga! Pleasure to meet ya Sanzuku!"

He said with confidence in his voice. Miyazaki Chuckled a little before realizing this is the same Taiga that Akira was talking about.

"So you're Taiga that Akria was talking about! It's nice to finally meet you Tsunzaki! And I don't mind if you call me Miyazaki, no need for formalities!" She introduced herself to the striped haired male.

Taiga couldn't help but clench his fists from the name of Akria's name leaving her mouth. And a visible vein mark on the side of his head. 'Curse you Endoji! You didn't tell me about her, but you told her about me?! When I get my hands on you!'

"Um… Tsunzaki… are you okay?" Miyazaki asked the visible pissed male before snapping back to the sound of her voice.

"Huh?! Oh uh yeah! Totally!" He bluffed, scratching the back of his nape.

"A-also… you don't have to call me Tsunzaki, you can call me Taiga if you want." He said smiling at her, she nodded with that and thanked him for that.

Taiga blushed by the way the girl approached, she wasn't what he thought of but God Damn was she hot. Curse Akira for hiding this beauty of being for himself. Well there's no more hiding, because now he finally has a chance to be with her since it's only them in the cafeteria.

"Hey Miyazaki, how about I get your number? I wanna get to know you more, and that dick head Endoji didn't introduce me to you. So it's only fair to get to know ya more!" He winked at her trying to impress the girl. Miyazaki's eyes widened from that but chuckled at his attempt.

"Yeah sure! But I don't have my phone on me nor any pen and paper to write it down, are you sure you can remember 10 numbers of my digits?" She lifted a brow with a grin.

'Shit, didn't think this through ' He groaned from the thought but did want to be seen like he was failing so putting his poker face back on he smirked at her.

"Yeah, totally! I can remember anything! 10 numbers is nothing!" He lied, he really didn't know how to remember that much, and remembering a phone number is gonna be a challenge for him.

"Well, alright but how about later? I'm actually here to eat Breakfast early." She said turning around but remember that she didn't have her sweatshirt with her number.

"Aw crap I forgot my sweatshirt, I'll be back to go get it" she was about to leave but Taiga stopped her. She mentally facepalmed herself for forgetting the important thing to get her food from.

"Ah! No worries! Here I can get it for ya! It's the least I can do!" He went out of his way to scan his number to retrieve his breakfast earlier. He usually eats in the morning when everyone else wakes up to eat but since he could make an exception to eat early, better yet with the only girl too. He can't WAIT to rub this in Akria's face.

"Ah! You don't have to do that! I don't ask others for food! That's unprofessional and unnecessary for it-"

"Nah, don't worry about your cute little head of yours," Taiga said as he offered the tray of food to her.

Miyazaki was trying to decline his offer but Taiga insisted and still offered her the food, sighing in defeat she couldn't do anything but accept the food that was offered.

"Fine, better than walking back and forth from here. But to make it fair it'll be best to share," She said, taking the tray from him. Taiga couldn't help but grin.

They sat at a random table and started to eat, and make conversation about each other and crack a few jokes.

"And I told him! 'that isn't just a pig! That's your mom!' And he said 'what's the difference?!' " He cracked a joke and Miyazaki couldn't hold in herself as she let out a full audible laugh coming from her.

"OMG OMG*hiccup!* OMG holy shit! No way! *Hiccup* Augh that was hilarious!" She tried to gain back her composer as she whipped a tear from her eye.

Taiga couldn't help but smile to himself from making her laugh. She didn't fake laugh like those girls who forced a small giggle for a guy, but her laughs were genuine and real, like how she banged the table a few times to make herself stop laughing but couldn't resist.

"*Ahem* Okay okay! My turn! So my family and I travel to Australia to visit our cousins in the summer and one time my uncle told us about the random animals in the wild near the house so when we were all getting to bed my older cousin pulled me aside so we could scare my brother and younger cousins. We shut the lights off and got on all fours so we could chase them upstairs while making weird shouting to scare them, OMG THEY'RE SCREAMS WERE HILARIOUS!"

They both laughed at her past. Miyazaki couldn't hold it in and hiccuped.

"Oh- *hiccup* shit!" She continues to laugh even when she hiccup, this made Taiga laugh more.

Then all the laughter begins to die down as they both finally gain back their composer. Miyazaki looked at the time on the clock and gasped at how much time passed from their joking conversation. Already beginning to be 6:36.

"Aw crap we better head back since it's going to be 7 not too soon.” Miyazaki got up from her seat but Taiga stopped her for a moment "wait what about the phone number?!"

"Ah sorry maybe later? I really have to head back! It was nice talking to you Taiga! Hope to meet you again!" And with that she quickly left. Leaving the male all alone.

"Oh…." Saying in a hush tone as he got up and went back to his dorm. He signed while thinking about the girl, "Miyazaki" now he knew why Akria was keeping her a secret, she was too good to be seen by others, he bet the boys in her dorm are very lucky to have a girl like her.

But all he could think about was him and Miyazaki together for that moment. He can't wait to brag about it to Akira.

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A day has gone by through the weekend, and slowly it started to turn at night. All blue lock members are in their rooms slowly sleeping away on this tireless night.

“Like Hell you met her!” Akira threw the pillow at the striped haired male who laughed at his teammate's face “Haha! Are you really Jealous!?” Taiga teased the star eyed male who had a furious blush across his face. He bit his bottom lip from anger, and picked up another pillow and started to chase the male with it.

“Like hell I’m jealous! You don’t know shit about her so cut the bull crap!” He threw the pillow at his head causing Taiga to once again burst in laughter while running away from the fuming male on his back.

“Can you two cut that shit out for god sake?!” A male with a blonde bob haircut that blended with green tips groaned by his teammates loud and obnoxious behavior, he glared at the two throwing at the pillows like they were some slumber party.

‘Geez, what got these guys so excited out of nowhere!’ He was enjoying his quick nap from all the training that had been done but couldn’t due to his teammates immature behavior. It's getting near their bedtime and those two suddenly had a burst of energy like little kids with candy in their veins.

“Aww what’s wrong Yuzu? Couldn't you sleep without your night light? Or do we want you to sing you a lullaby before your bedtime?” Taiga teased the short male in his futon.

“Yeah, for someone short you have quite the temper, and quite bossy” Akira remarked as he threw the pillow at Taiga who luckily caught it and went back to chasing him.

“Well Everyone is trying to get some shut eye around here while you two bozos are goofing around! And stop teasing about my damn height you nitwits!” Yuzu clenched his teeth at the problems of the group.

“I think I know what got those guys so excited is from a girl” A male who yawned and slowly sat up from the commotion that was being dealt with, with white locks and silver eyes he yawns resting his head on his hand while looking at the scene unfold. Yuzu supposedly heard this and turned around to the male half awake.

“The hell you mean girl?” Lifting a brow, Kairu fully sat up and began to explain “Akira spoke about a girl in the infirmary when he was there, and then after that Taiga probably met the girl in blue lock, that’s what all the fuss is about from what I know.”

Yuzu’s eyes widened to hear the only girl in blue lock is still here, and apparently these two bozo’s met her. So what? It’s just a girl, it’s not like it’s a big deal, all girls can play sports, it’s not just for males only. All Yuzu could do is roll his eyes at that information.

“They met a girl, so what? It’s not a big deal, ‘Wow! She can play football!’ Like I never knew! This is just a waste of time to begin with, how bothersome. She’s not anyone special because of her gender.” Yuzu grumbled underneath his breath and went to sleep, hiding underneath the covers and covering his ears with his pillow to muffle the noise. “Whatever you say man.” With another yawn, Kairu went back under his covers and slept the night away.

He was trying to get some shut eye but his mind was occupied by the thought of the mention of the girl. Sure he heard about that girl rumor but he didn’t care about it, but hearing that she’s actually here makes him wonder what she has been up to? Is she really that good to be here? What does she look like?.......... Is she shorter than him?

He scoffed at the last idea, ‘Oh course the girl will be shorter than me, there aren’t many tall girls in japan anyways’ He felt a scene of pride in him to the thought of being taller than someone for a change.

He felt winking himself to slumber but that was ruined when someone tripped on his body making him yelp while the male that tripped on his body clashed down on the ground.

“Whoa! Hahah! I didn’t see you from how short you were!” Taiga let out a laugh while pointing at the angered male.

A vein mark appeared on his head as he threw his pillow at the male.

“GO TO SLEEP DAMMIT!”

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© 2024 Ｖｅｌｖｅｔｅｅｎ — do not repost, copy, translate, modify, etc my work on any platform !

[ashsostrange]

hey y'all so i wasn't initially planning on talking about what rashad posted earlier today bc it's literally all bullshit, but i might as well! i’m not actually tripping over anything that’s going on. if anything, i’ve been laughing my ass off all day at this foolishness.

this is gna be long as hell, so don't even grab popcorn, i suggest a five course meal.

for some background, rashad became mutuals w this girl. right off bat, he’s making hella race jokes ab this girl being white. i b doing the same, but with my FRIENDS. people i am CLOSE WITH. and i don’t over do it because that’s lame and annoying. anyway, she eventually stated that she was uncomfortable and rashad blamed his behavior on the fact that he was on pain meds. she eventually blocked him and told one of her mutuals, and to rashad, that’s her “spreading rumors” about him. he did the most on his page and in ppls inboxes crying and complaining, saying he was gna eat glass and shit.

so now let’s look at his fuckass post:

number one, how can a rumor be started about you if nobody.. knows you? like, you are not a celebrity. nobody talks about you. and nobody was talking about you “being on drugs” other than the girl you made uncomfortable and her two mutuals. i know you send yourself anons too. you make it seems like anyone actually cares about your “hot takes” for some strange reason. don’t even try to deny it, bc there’s no way you’re getting more anon msgs than my friends with larger platforms than yours.

you’re also messier than a mf, sending your own mutuals anon msgs. me and lia know you were the one sending her anon msgs bc she blocked you, and you know it too! talking ab how her username is “corny” then reblogging the posts of her clocking your ass??? acting like it wasn’t YOU.

you tried to turn two writers who were already arguing against each other even more. we sat there and defended your ass even though you were the anon the entireeee time. you made a post saying “war has begun” to try and get us to attack bree’s friend. your weird ass stayed in that girl’s inbox after i told you to block her instead of doing the most. you’re lame and you’re bored.

it doesn't matter if you tagged her or not, you still said it. sliding into sb's inbox and telling 'em you're going to eat glass bc you made someone else uncomfortable is ABSURD. it doesn't matter if it isn't my drama, if i see bs ima say something, and there isn't a thing in the world you can do about it. your "rants" are a form of guilt tripping/manipulation. you're trying to victimize yourself and make us feel bad for you. well, we do not! i checked you once on discord. you said thank you. you said you were going to make an apology, but in that same “apology”, tried to justify your actions. i clocked that and unmutualed you. you then went to lia talking ab some "tell ash i said thanks for checking me" nd now you switched up. your thanks was revoked. all of a sudden, you're the victim again. all of a sudden, i’m ableist?? okayyyy niggaaaaaa 👎 boooo

you say you're "blocking me for your safety" when i wasn't even planning on talking ab your lame ass again. i won't baby you about your behavior because you're not a goddamn baby! and yes, you CANNOT be the victim every time. you bitch and whine on your page when you get into it with somebody, and unless we're defending you, you don't want us getting involved! it doesn't work like that. nobody else was calling you out, so me n my girls did.

idk why my name stays steady coming out of your mouth. my "daily activities" that i "broadcast" are what i ate for lunch/dinner and complaining about school. you run your mouth about all sorts of mess. you put every aspect of your life on your blog. we are not the same, so don't even try to make it seem that way. the people on my blog that i don't talk to outside of tumblr don't know everything about me. you cry in people's inboxes unwarranted and say explicit shit with tw's in your TAGS. i'll say what we're all thinking, NOBODY IS TRYNA SEE ALL THAT!!! coming from someone who struggles with mental health, venting on tumblr will not do anything for you. these people are not licensed professionals. invest in a diary, don't you have a boyfriend to vent to?

you are quite literally the only one looking for drama. we never defended that girl bc we don't know her.. we know you though. and you were venting about catty, but i never said ALWAYS, so don't lie in my face like i'm stupid bc i'm not. ion know what you thought you were doing with the last part, but god bless.

i am a good person my nigga, i don't need confirmation! i know who i am. if you're debating suicide because you're confused about something, you just need to get off the mf internet bro. it’s never that serious. you're not gna sit here and tell me you were debating suicide bc me n my girls put you in your place. you made your own mental worse by refusing to take accountability.

he also made an edit saying he has nowhere else to go… if you have nowhere else to go, then i'd be happy to buy you a damn journal so you can write in there and leave the rest of us the hell alone. and there isn't shit to be sorry about bc you're not putting jack shit on me, all of it is on you. you wna be everything but wrong. 🚶‍♀️should’ve just kept it cute and kept it quiet.

allat being said, good riddance, r*shad. leave me and everybody else alone! and if you fw him, then there’s the door 👉🚪 good riddance to you too.