#‘I was ready to sing��� he sounded so disappointed lmao

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“I WILL PLAY THE GUITAR FOR YOU. YOU PLAY THE PIANO. I CAN SING.” *dry screams into mic*

from f1nightrace (Singapore GP)

[cibeeorsomeshit]

Stolitz Week Day Five & Six: Love Letters/Duet & Date Night/Slice of Life (Ao3)

Your sort-of boyfriend thought he was a bad father. It was extremely stupid so you had to correct him. In a bar. By singing. That was just how things went sometimes.

A/N: the song blitz sings in this is HS by Tom Cardy lmao

Solitude led to thinking, and contrary to what most would like to think, Blitzø’s brain wasn’t completely void of thoughts. Sometimes he would stop in the middle of a task because his mind suddenly went into overdrive, sometimes he would knock himself out (with drugs, sex, or picking a fight and then not really fighting back) so he would be blissfully, deliciously not thinking.

Weekends were the bane of his adult existence. When sinners and hellborn that managed to hold a job rejoiced at the idea of finally having a break, Blitzø was left alone in too many ways. He scowled at those “I hate Monday” mugs and hated the fact a sentiment shared across Heaven, Hell, and Earth and probably beyond somehow eluded him because he was just that pathetic. He would be counting downs the seconds when he could go back to work, go back to being needed by clients, to vexing Moxxie and joking with Millie, to sliding up to Loona to say “whatcha doing” instead of knocking on her door tentatively and asking if she wanted to watch a movie.

But it took seeing one of those stupid overused mugs again for Blitzø to realize he was feeling less of the usual intense hatred and more of a tepid annoyance, because he had been looking less forward to Mondays now.

“What are you looking at?” Stolas bent backward and rested his head between Blitzø’s horns.

“This stupid mug.”

“Do you like it?” Stolas stood up and moved to go into the shop, which meant he was dragging Blitzø as well, seeing that they haven’t let go of each other’s hands since Stolas took it in the car.

“No, I fucking don’t. So don’t think about buying it.”

“Oh.” Stolas sounded genuinely disappointed. “But I really want to buy it for you.”

“Buy me a horse.”

“I offered!”

“Loona said she’d move out.”

“I can keep it at the palace.” Stolas said. “And then you will have to come over more.”

“Bitch, I already spent most of the week at your place.”

“But I want more—” Stolas whined and draped himself over Blitzø, this time further down so he could look at his eyes upside down.

“If you get more I’ll be living with you.” And then Blitzø immediately regretted that, and Stolas immediately pounced on that.

“That would be so wonderful, oh, Blitzy! Just think about it—”

They both knew Stolas was mostly joking, but the undercurrent of unfeigned desire was just as transparent in the way Stolas never really managed to conceal when it came to Blitzø. His voice and manner and gaze all exuded something nearly feverish. The first time it happened it was when Stolas almost said the Three Words that Blitzø knew he was not ready for. Some Devine or Hellish intervention must have been in place because rather than hightailing out of there to have his panic attack in a bush somewhere, Blitzø actually managed to stay and have his panic attack in Stolas’ arms instead. During the breakdown with colorful metaphors (i.e. lots of cursing involving body parts), Stolas saw that somewhere deep down Blitzø wanted the same things but his heart and brain had been rearranged in a way where nothing worked properly, and those things — those terrible things like respect and the L-word and unconditional affections — Blitzø couldn’t handle in large doses. Stolas had learned to trickle these things, like tricking a cat into drinking water just to survive, and often Blitzø wouldn’t even notice he was receiving the L-word long after he was feeling gooey and healthy and not shitty.

But just as Blitzø couldn’t handle it, Stolas sometimes couldn’t help the onslaught of the L-word he apparently have so much of for Blitzø (what the fuck), and if Stolas at least attempt to restrain himself for Blitzø, Blitzø also tried to accept Stolas’ occasional leakage. It was called compromise or some shit, according to Moxxie, and apparently it was a good thing so he would just have to accept it.

The image Stolas was painting of, not just waking up next to each other (they did that already) or walking in while the other had their pants down (they also did that already), but the life of always having someone with you, to return to and be returned to, was not something Blitzø could handle in the middle of the street in front of a shop selling shitty mugs.

Physical restraint was in order. Blitzø climbed Stolas like a tree, grabbing his face and using his tail to cover Stolas’ mouth, looking into eyes and choking out a “Birdy,” nearly pleading and definitely pathetic. Stolas blinked the love-sick haze out of his eyes and wrapped his arms around Blitzø, taking all of his weight.

“I’m sorry, darling,” Stolas muffled, and Blitzø moved his tail away, trailing the tip along Stolas’ jaw in a small gesture of reassurance. “I got too excited.”

“No shit.” Blitzø buried his face into soft feathers, trying to regain some sort of composure. He closed his eyes and mumbled, too low to be heard properly: “I have too many cracks to live with, no need for you to live with them too.”

Stolas started walking with Blitzø still clinging to him. They were attracting stares but honestly they do that just walking normally anyway, so Blitzø couldn’t give a fuck.

They didn’t talk the rest of the way, but Stolas slotted his talons in between the spikes on Blitzø’s back, pressing into the tender flesh, and Blitzø absentmindedly chewed on Stolas’ neck, leaving bruises no one but themselves would know.

The bar they were heading to was a new one, a recommendation from Moxxie. When Blitzø left work today, Millie wished him a good date, and Blitzø belatedly realized, yeah, this was a date, right? Or were they past that? And if so, what was happening?

(Blitzø might have had this little crisis on the drive over, and Stolas simply hooted his soft laugh and took his right hand. And if Blitzø had to park the car without changing gears, then everyone else on the road would just have to deal with it.)

Their table was in the center of the whole place, Blitzø knew from experience with Verosika that restaurants always seated the pretty and the famous in the middle so everyone could see them and also make the pretty and famous feel important. Usually the ugly people and tourists got shoved to the side or the back and were basically forgotten. Somehow Blitzø always managed to snag someone who was center-seat pretty.

Stolas didn’t really care about feeling important though (most likely because he was very important) but the lighting was low and soft enough that he didn’t mind. He stretched his legs out to Blitzø’s side, and Blitzø rested his boots against them, something he realized after a dozen or so times that Stolas wasn’t actually looking for some fun under the table, as fun as they both find it to be, Stolas simply liked Blitzø in any way possible, all the time.

Dates, people might call these, but in some way it was exposure therapy for Blitzø. After Ozzies’, Stolas went out of his way showing he was Blitzø’s (not the other way around.) The tabloids were feral the first few weeks, though Stolas didn’t seem to care, saving all of the clippings because he thought Blitzø “looked very handsome in them.” Dumb bitch also stopped Blitzø from doodling on (scratching out) his own face.

Fizz also loved sending any gossip that was reminiscent of Asmodeus and his relationship when they first came out, though coming from Fizz it was more like encouragement masquerading as shit-talking.

Now it wasn’t so hard for Blitzø to sit straight and look Stolas in the eyes when they were out. He could even take the jabs the bartender threw at him when he went to get drinks. Blitzø just launched an empty beer bottle right at him and didn’t pay him. He was with Stolas, what was that fucker going to do?

It was odd that Blitzø was the one bouncing on his feet and Stolas was the one with downcast eyes, but that was what he came back to.

“Do they have absinthe?” Stolas asked, and of course they did, so what Stolas was really asking was for Blitzø to ask why he needed it.

“Christ’s ass, what happened? I was gone for like two seconds.”

“You were gone for ten minutes and started the fight at the bar.”

“Started a fight and won.”

“And won. Sorry, darling.”

“So what happened?” Blitzø would also need that absinthe if Stolas was upset about him — them — fuck.

“Stella called.”

Somehow that was worse.

“What did the harpy want? Another crown for the tenth ego she sprouted?”

“About Via.” Stolas sipped his wine, then took a bigger gulp. On stage , the band started setting up their equipment, while the singer crooned a melody for warmup. Stolas leaned closer to Blitzø over the music, “Stella hosted some guests today and apparently Via didn’t follow proper etiquette. She wants to keep Octavia there longer so she could ‘fix the damage I caused.’”

Blitzø stared, dumbfounded to the point he was unable to muster up any of those scathing insults that made Stolas giggle through his misery.

“That’s such bullshit. Octavia was probably messing with those privileged shitbags. I’ve seen her, she knows what she’s doing.”

“Do you really think so?” Stolas covered his eyes with a slender hand, so delicately that made Blitzø want to hold his face for him. “I try to raise her differently than I was…but maybe I was too lenient, maybe not giving her the skills to be a royal will be damaging because I can’t protect her forever, no matter how much I want to. So maybe I did raise her differently but still messed it up all the same.”

“You are so smart, but sometimes you say the dumbest shit.”

Stolas removed his hand and glared. “Excuse me?”

Blitzø climbed onto the table and crouched in front of Stolas, grabbed his face until it was squished together between Blitzø’s hands. “Most of the time she is the smartest, toughest, most functioning person in any room, and that’s because of you, not your ex-bitchwife, not all those fancy tutors or all the other Goetias, you, but because you are a fucking bitching dad.”

“Bitching dad.” Stolas repeated dazedly.

“The bitchingest.”

“That’s not a word.”

“Of course it is. I just said it.”

Blitzø finally got Stolas to giggle. “You are too nice to me. I can’t believe everything you say or else I will be too cocky.”

Blitzø pressed his mouth to the ticklish spot Stolas had just below his chin. “Oh, what, you think I’m a liar?”

Louder giggles. “I didn’t say that.”

“I guess I’ll have to convince everyone to convince you then.”

“Oh?” Stolas’ smile was teasing, most likely because he didn’t know what Blitzø had in mind, and the teasing bled into confusion when Blitzø pulled away, then finally settled on flustering when Blitzø got to the stage and started whispering to the lead singer.

Blitzø could be very charming when he wanted to be, and not a few words later he was on stage and climbing onto the stool while the lead singer retreated to the back with an air kiss to Stolas. Blitzø fake coughed to get the attention he already had from everyone.

“How’re you all doing? I would say sorry but I’m really not, this is an intervention because there is a certain demon down there that needs some sense knocked into his pretty head.”

The band started playing. Stolas’ face hurt from how much he was trying not to smile. Blitzø stuck his tongue out between his teeth and grinned in the way that always made Stolas want to drop everything and simply kiss him, kiss him, kiss him until there was nothing else they could do.

Sadly that had to wait. Blitzø was belting on stage to the hoots and cheers of the crowd: “Now and then, we all get a voice that stops us in our track—”

Blitzø was not the best singer, but his charisma made the amalgamation of singing-talking-rapping-mumbling extremely enjoyable to experience. By the end Stolas was full-on laughing. His phone was ringing and he knew it was Stella calling to simply ruin his day again, but Stolas couldn’t even bother with hanging up on her. He was too busy having fun.

“So get on up here and tell this world what you are—” Blitzø was jumping violently on the stool now, and Stolas was out of his seat running, reaching the stage in time to catch Blitzø jumping off and into his arms. “What are you?!”

“The bitchingest dad!”

“The bitchingest! The hottest! You’re not shit you’re the shit!”

“I’m the shit!”

“Fuck yeah!” Blitzø screamed into the mic and Stolas screamed with him. The whole bar was a mix of screams joining in or curses telling them to get the fuck off stage.

“Thank you,” Stolas whispered. “You’re right.”

“Yeah well, I’m pretty smart.” Blitzø's tongue was still sticking out, flicking in the air playfully, probably tasting the joy in the space between them. “Let’s get fucking drunk.”

But Stolas was not done yet. His voice was raw from laughing and it was with that voice he said, low, covering the microphone so only Blitzø could hear: “You might think you are cracked, darling, but I think you’re just well-worn, like a love letter I read over and over again. I will caress those torn parts you have.”

And Blitzø could have absolutely killed Stolas there, because there was no reason to drop that when they were surrounded by a bunch of randos. Blitzø clung to Stolas, gasping for something other than air. “God damn it.” Blitzø trembled and kissed Stolas. “Buy me that fucking horse, then.”

(Day Four) ← →(Day Seven)

[supercantaloupe]

no one asked but here are my thoughts on the new met don giovanni from today. tl;dr: a couple of weird choices made but overall Quite good i liked it

elaine douvas jumpscare at the top lol

federica lombardi and ben bliss as anna and ottavio were the standouts to me. lombardi came out the gate STRONG with fuggi crudele and she keeps it up. and kudos to bliss as ottavio; i often find that he can be a pretty uninteresting character if not played carefully and bliss did a really great job making ottavio Interesting. face journey of the year award goes to his dalla sua pace (il mio tesoro honorable mention).

peter mattei sounds great obviously but is it just me or is he starting to get a leetle bit old for the role. not vocally but physically. like him next to ying fang is like. sure man yeah

alfred walker in the same camp honestly. like he did a great job singing masetto but i'll always laugh when like. giovinette che fate all'amore kicks up and they're like "here's the happy young couple :)" and the bass is obviously in his late forties at the youngest lmao

anyone else think adam plachetka looks. kind of like ted cruz. hello?

anyway i liked plachetka a lot largely because he seemed to actually remember that don giovanni is nominally a dramma giocoso and a lot of his little acting choices brought back some of the humor that i thought was a bit lacking in the production as a whole. also christ they bowl that fucking man across the stage a few times don't they

ying fang did a great job too. the lingering terror in her expression during la ci darem so juicy. also that bit in act ii when they're threatening leporello and she balls his shirt up in her fist even though he's like a foot taller than her. love her so much. also woman pretty

i liked stutzmann's conducting for the most part although nothing much Stood Out to me about it. except like two or three tempi i disagreed with and a couple of spots here or there that felt like the orchestra and singers weren't 100% together right away. but idk i'm not a conductor i assume doing a debut performance at the met with a new opera you haven't conducted before is A Challenge so.

a few scenes felt...strangely placid energy wise to me. notably the opening scene but a few other places too including elvira's arias for some reason? in some cases it's like i think more just could've been done with the blocking while nothing much else was going on but in other places there Was plenty of movement it just felt...low energy. idk. where's the hustle i thought this was life or death here

cool use of the fog rising out of the floor of the stage's incline

although the steep rake to the stage led to a few unintentionally awkward/funny (to me.) camera angles. like they were obviously shooting from stage level and it would normally be a straight medium/wide shot but because of the rake it ends up being a slightly weird low angle (especially funny to me when in terms of cinematography language this kind of undercuts the vibe of the character that's being shown onstage at the moment lol but what can ya do. i'm being very nitpicky anyway)

actually the set design in general surprised me. mostly because for like 90% of the show i'm like "it looks kind of interesting i guess but Why So Brutalist And Plain" although i like that having multiple levels lets there be some creative use of vertical space in the blocking. i was so ready to write it off as disappointing/underutilized to me until the very last chorus of the show they actually Do Something with it and it totally surprised me and i really liked it. made me wait for it! surprised me! credit where credit is due i liked that a lot in the end.

i do wonder though if this production would be completely undone with a little more color in it tho. like i Get what they were going for with all the grey and i do appreciate the roses and blood but i feel like you can still do More with a broader but still limited color palette without compromising the vision. at least you could be more creative with the lighting i feel like the met pretty consistently disappoints me with its lighting (which is usually "serviceable" to "attractive" but not really creative or adding all that much to the scene. sorry but musicals are still beating you at this particular game)

although what was with the ball scene. with the mannequins and random period dress for ottavio anna and elvira but no one else. i liked the costumes but what was the point

also that said re: lighting. a cenar teco FINALLY did something interesting with the lighting and projections. cool and i liked it. except for the fact that the projection was up for too long and you couldn't fucking see what was happening on the stage and don giovanni effectively just Disappeared. i realize this was intentional but either make the disappearance much more sudden/short or show me what happens to that little freak otherwise it just feels lazy

great cello in batti batti o bel masetto. liked.

FANTASTIC orchestra in la ci darem and especially its preceding recit. the combo of the theorbo + cello + harpsichord was so atmospheric, somehow adding both to the romantic atmosphere AND the "psychological horror" thing going on in that scene. which i love honestly that scene SHOULD look gorgeous and feel like a lead weight in your stomach and i love that they went there with it.

also sorry but the champagne aria could be blocked way more interestingly. try harder

mixed feelings on the blocking of the ball scene. i thought the choice to have the whole chorus there but be so still and stiff when dancing was interesting, it definitely conveyed the sort of control through fear that the don has on everybody, but at the same time the scene felt like it was missing life. as well as missing some of the chaotic energy i think is necessary to build up over the course of the scene to lead into the climax. plus what is that act finale? kind of a cop out imo not actually showing us a clever escape of any kind. i will give them points however for having the onstage musicians because i am a sucker for that. i could see one of those oboists onstage was playing a cocobolo instrument...preddy.

okay what the fuck was up with gia la mensa e preparata. i get that it can be a weird/tricky scene to block if you're doing a more Serious And Grounded (and/or Edgy) production (and this production i do think leans more towards that and further away from the comedy potential throughout, with some exception here or there) but dude the tonal whiplash. they go like full on farce for like a solid six minutes there it's kind of bizarre. like it's funny yeah but it feels like it comes out of nowhere and doesn't totally fit...like peter mattei didn't anyone ever tell you not to play with your food. although it was funny when he accidentally beaned plachetka in the face with a dinner roll. literally once elvira shows up the rest of the scene is Fine and i actually really like the way it's blocked and acted from that point on but What Was Up With That

also this is going to sound so weird both coming from me and speaking about this opera in particular but. it felt. weirdly not horny enough? also weird to say cause there was an above average amount of people lying on top of each other on the floor going on too but. like. idk. vedrai carino...a lot of elvira's acting...even some of mattei's i felt like there could've been More done in this respect without it pushing into the realm of excessive or distasteful. they really play up the He's A Sexual Predator angle of the character here but with more emphasis on the predator part and less on the sexual part i think. but idk maybe part of this has to do with me thinking walker and mattei look a little bit old and/or me not being generally as into men. ah well

anyway not to be really annoying all the time but if you liked this production (especially a lot of its aesthetic choices) i am once again recommending the 2017 aix production it's on youtube and it's soooo good. and has a Lot of similarities with this one stylistically. and also i love it

[stillsaltyaboutmcr]

Voice of an Angel- Jake Seresin

A Jake Seresin x female!reader where Jake brings her home for the Holidays for the first time. During the time, his family goes to their church for the Christmas service and Jake hears the reader sing for the first time and he’s taken aback. 

Song Reference: https://youtu.be/eOW8CKEhrAI  (Shine on us)

https://youtu.be/ifCWN5pJGIE (Mary Did You Know)

( I grew up in a Christian household, so this song was a staple at our christmas service, and when I went to the service this year, I couldn’t help this idea from needing to be written)

This is a shorter fanfic than I usually write, but i didn’t really know how to get to the point or end it lmao

Warnings: Religion, Jake being a simp, Jake also being cocky about his family’s musical ability, Church, mentions of christianity

(this tux is what I imagine Hangman wears to church when he’s home)

You were busy readying yourself in the bathroom connected to the guest bedroom as you listen to the Seresin family downstairs sing hymns. They were a very religious family, not that it bothered you, but they were very muscially talented. This was your first Christmas spent with Jake’s family, last year was spent with yours. You’ve been together for a little over two years, but he’s never heard you sing. To be honest you were too scared, knowing the family he came from. 

Downstairs you could hear them singing Mary Did You Know, a classic Christmas song. You could distinctly pick out all of the voices. His mom proudly singing the alto part and playing piano, his sisters singing melody and his dad on bass. Jake was playing guitar and singing tenor, all of them a perfectly balanced choir. His sisters’ husbands didn’t have a musical bone in their body and usually just sat and listened. They sounded beautiful, like professionals. You heard his oldest sister, Georgia hit a high note, an impressive one at that while the youngest sister, Dottie sat right under her continuing the chorus while the rest of them filled in the spaces.

You finished up, putting perfume on and headed downstairs as they finished, beginning to put their shoes on. “Hey darling, how did we sound?” Jake drawled as he looked at you. “You look beautiful.”

“You guys amaze me every time I hear you sing. I wish I had a fraction of the talent you all had.” You shrug in defeat as you all load into your respective cars.You and Jake drove together and the whole ride to church, he was singing his heart out to all of his childhood favorites that he had learned in church, one of them you had never heard. It was apparently called ‘Shine on Us’ and you loved it. He sounded amazing singing it. 

“Hey baby, you need to learn this one, we sing it every year at this service.” The service you all were headed to was known as the ‘Candlelight Service’. It was usually held in the evening, so it was dark out when you arrived. 

“You do?” It was all you could muster out. You were never musically inclined, neither was your family. When you started dating Jake and found out how talented he and his family was, you were afraid to disappoint them with your musical ability. 

Jake’s church was a large church with a huge congregation. Every member sang one of four parts; soprano, alto, tenor or bass. He had shared videos with you, but it was your first time here in person. 

You all grabbed your candles and sat in a pew. Jake put his arm around you as you two sat in the middle of his pew, surrounded by his family. “I’m so glad I was finally able to bring you here.” He beamed at you. “I love you.” He planted a small kiss to your lips. 

“I’m really glad I was able to make it. Your church is beautiful. The stained glass windows are gorgeous.” You remarked the beauty of the building as the preacher began the service. 

-----

The sermon had finished and the pastor instructed everyone to line the outer edges of the room. The flame was passed around to everyone’s candles as they lit up the room one by one. Everyone had left their pews and were now spread around the four walls, in a square. This was the first singing of the night, and you were so excited to hear the voices in person. The pianist and organist began playing a the words were projected at the front on a screen. Everyone began singing, you just listening to the first chorus as everyone sang, as Jake sang next to you, taking the lower parts. It was beautiful. 

As the chorus ended, you jumped in and you noticed Jake’s voice seemed louder. As you turned to look at him and he was staring at you, wide-eyed. You returned with a confused look and he shook his head as he returned to facing forward. You sang the whole song, jumping on a higher or lower melody, listening to his mother or sister for reference. The song ended, and everyone blew out their candles and exited into the lobby, visiting with one another. 

Jake pulled you aside right outside of the door and looked at you like he was about to say the most serious thing ever. “When were you gonna tell me you could sing like that?” He was baffled this you’d been dating this long and he never knew the pipes you had. 

“I can’t, or at least I always believed I couldn’t.” You looked down before messing with your hands. 

“Baby, you’ve got a beautiful voice.” He smirked before continuing, lowering his voice so only the two of you could hear. “You’ve been hiding it in those gorgeous tits of yours, haven’t you?”

You smacked his so fast, the sentence had barely left his mouth. “Jake Seresin! We are in church!” You silently scolded him. 

“Hey! You’re the one that kept a secret!” He smiled at you before leading you over to his family. “You’re gonna have to show that off when we get home.”

[artficlly]

face the music (chapter 3)

Music College Marvel AU - Chapter 3

!frat!musician!bucky x !frat!musician!steve x !musician!femreader

Warnings: angst, mentions choking, swearing, implications of previous abuse, ptsd, fluff

Word Count: 4.9k

A/N: i got carried away ahaha. also i dont know anything about music or music lingo so pls don't kill me (maybe im an idiot for making a MUSIC SCHOOL AU with no knowledge on music beyond 'hey that song sounds cool lmao) anyway it's gonna start getting fluff n fun soon k bye. not proof read

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Lunch felt shorter than usual, you could only assume it was the dread making you feel that way. You felt a little better after getting some food into your body, less shaky and more ready to get the day over and done with. You lingered in the hallway outside the class, mentally preparing yourself to enter. Through the small window in the door, you could tell they were setting up for the impromptu performances. One of the A’s must've insisted on a livestream, you could see Scott and Clint fiddling around with a camera. 

The College was very big about its online presence. With the rise of social media and the influencer, it was only natural for the aspiring musicians to get an early taste of fame. Teenagers and adults tuned in around the world to see their live streams, to get a glimpse of the next rockstar before they made it big. You had mainly stayed out of that world, being a classical pianist people tended to not glance your way a second time. You had been on live streams before, most of your assignments were uploaded online somewhere. People weren’t particularly interested in classical pianists though, most of their attention turned to Group A’s future rockstars. It had only been when you had stepped onto that stage to sing as Sharon’s replacement that it felt like the world finally looked back at you. 

You wondered if your mother would be proud. Or disappointed. Your entire childhood had been about singing, the opera, making you into a mini-copy of her. After her death… you were repulsed by it. You fell in love with the piano and never looked back. You didn’t want to be her. You didn’t want to be that corpse. Your father had understood, supported you throughout. A part of you was torn, you had the capabilities to sing… but did you really want to? Your scholarship was for the piano. The Annual Showing, it had been funny at the time. But now with bruises, angry stares and your own sanity on the line? You wanted to fall back to your piano, let the soft notes and tapping of the keys lull you away from all of this. It would be easier that way, to just slip back into the shadows.

“You didn’t wait.” A deep voice broke your brooding.

“Huh?” You ask, looking over to see Bucky and Steve in the hallway next to you. They must’ve returned from lunch late too. You hated that a small part of you felt happy that Bucky was talking to you. You hated that you actually enjoyed his attention.

“At the party. You didn’t wait.” Bucky explains, crossing his arms over his chest. You have to hold back a gulp at the sight of the metal bulging against his shirt. You don’t even reply, instead sucking in a breath and shrugging your shoulders at the two of them. You didn’t know if you could trust yourself to speak in this state. The party, Starks office… god it had done a number on your brain. You were surprised they weren’t repulsed by you because you had embarrassingly shutdown and ran out of that office this morning. Though, something in your stomach told you they didn’t blame you. Steve had stepped in to defend you when Stark had accused you of provoking John. Steve looks between you and Bucky before speaking up. There was a soft guilt in his eyes when he caught your gaze. Your throat felt dry. 

“Look. We’re sorry about what happened.” Steve offers. Swallowing thickly, you arch an eyebrow. Maybe you had mistaken their pity for kindness. 

“Why are you apologizing? It’s not like you were the one that-” You start with a confused tone but Bucky cuts you off. 

“We sent him over.”

Silence washes over the hallway as you feel shock roll over your body. Steve looks over at Bucky with an irritated expression, like Bucky wasn’t supposed to say that. John hadn’t approached you because he was idiotic and drunk, but because he had been asked to? You had spent the whole weekend stewing over that, why you, why had he chosen you? You had fallen back into that pit of blaming yourself all weekend, anxiety eating away at your core. You had blamed yourself for Loki’s beating, for winning the Annual Showing. It was like those years ago where everything was your fault no matter how hard you tried. Both Bucky and Steve wear guilty expressions as you speak up.

“You sent John over. To do that?” You keep your voice steady, but once again you can feel yourself spiraling. You didn’t know if you were more upset with them or yourself. You had let yourself become consumed by guilt, let yourself slip back into that state of mind where you were always at fault. Maybe if you had been stronger, less damaged, less you… maybe then you wouldn’t be feeling like this. He had told you time again how weak and pathetic you were. You had thought you were doing better, and all it had taken was one nudge and you fell back into that mindset. 

“Listen. Just a few of us thought it would be funny to rile up John and send him your way. Like scare you or whatever… we didn’t think he would do that.” Steve gestures at your bruised neck. You don’t know if you’re there listening or floating outside of your body. They couldn’t have known, wouldn’t have… but it still didn’t make it any better. They had meant to humiliate you, they had wanted to tear you down. You realize you’ve been staring at the wall in silence for a long moment. You were sick of feeling sorry for yourself, sick of crying and hiding. You were sick of the nightmares, the spiral this weekend had sent you on. You were sick of being weak because of your past. Your eyes meet Bucky’s, his brows furrowed as he recognised the anger crossing your face.

“You…What the fuck is wrong with you?” You snap. You can’t believe that earlier you had felt bad that they had been dragged to Stark’s office. You can’t believe you felt guilty that you had made them split up that fight. They had started this, they had caused these problems and feelings. The anxiety in your stomach slowly began to boil into rage as you took in the two of them, looking down guiltily like some dogs who had been caught doing something they weren’t supposed to. They had hurt you, someone they had never bothered to get to know, and expected you to forgive them because they felt bad?

“Look,” Steve says with a sigh, running a hand through his hair.  “We just thought it would be a harmless prank, to scare you a bit. We didn’t mean anything by it-”

“What the fuck did I do to you? Why do I deserve to be screamed at and embarrassed for your entertainment?” You spit. Everything dawned on you at that moment. That’s why none of them had lifted a finger to help you at first. They had wanted it to happen, they had wanted you to be scared. They had wanted to scare you, to laugh at you. They had wanted you to feel small and weak, beneath them. 

“After he grabbed your throat we stepped in, we didn’t think he was going to do that.”

“What about with Loki? Were you just going to sit back and watch him get beat to death?” Both of them looked surprised at that comment, almost like they had completely forgotten you weren’t the only victim, or the only one who needed an apology. 

“To be fair, Loki is an asshole-”

“Fuck you.” You seeth, moving to open the door to the classroom when Steve blocks your way. You flinch back, not wanting to be so close to him. Any feelings of butterflies or school girl crushes had left your body, replaced with a burning fire of resentment and fear. You hated that even in your outrage you were still afraid, still scared of what Steve and Bucky could be capable of if they returned your fury. 

“We were drunk and angry. We’re sorry. It was fucked up of us. We were just caught up on how you guys cheated and not how dangerous it could be. We just thought… I don’t know. Scott didn’t tell us about-”

“Steve,” Bucky speaks up, voice low with a tone of warning. He had taken a step away from you, as if he had noticed the way you flinched away. 

“Wow,” You say with a bitter laugh. You can feel your composure beginning to break, wringing your fingers together. Of course, of course they believe you cheated. “You’re really so stuck in that privileged rich boy persona, aren’t you? That just because I’m on scholarship means I must’ve fucked someone not because I have talent-”

“What?” Steve and Bucky say in unison, you take a step back, confused. 

“That’s what John said. Said that I must’ve slept with someone-” You begin to explain.

“What? No! We didn’t say you cheated like that - jesus.” Steve said, with a look of horror. He looks over to Bucky, who was running his human hand over his face, his metal one clenched into a fist.

“John said that to you? What a fucking psycho-” Bucky mutters under his breath. You can only give the two of them another confused look. 

“Wait - what did you think happened then? Why are you going around saying we cheated?” You ask. The two of them just look at each other, Bucky shakes his head as if warning Steve to shut up. 

“We were saying that you must’ve cheated because you can’t sing! It had to be a recording of Sharon that was altered to hit the notes she can’t.” Steve says. You feel yourself laughing bitterly before you can process it. All these cruel words and violence, because someone started a rumor that you couldn’t sing? You have to calm yourself before you can speak, Steve is looking at you like you’ve gone mad, while Bucky looks like he’s ready to give up and walk away.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I mean… Come on darling. You’re a pianist, you got into this college for piano. You’ve never sung here before - you just expected us to just believe you? Sharon’s a trained singer and even she can’t hit those notes.” 

You ignore the clench in your gut at the word darling. Fucking blond bastard making you feel things other than anger. You can feel another laugh bubbling in your chest. All you can do is shake your head in disbelief. If they had just asked you - had ever bothered to try and interact with you, they would’ve known you could sing. Your entire class knew you were originally a singer, they had heard you sing before. You had never used your voice for assignments because you were a pianist and you didn’t want to step on Sharon’s toes. 

“So you… still think we cheated? You do realize I am about to sing right now? For this stupid performance thing? Which is entirely your fault by the way - if you had just asked, you’d know that I am, well, I used to be a singer?” You say. Bucky laughs - he actually laughs at this interaction. Steve has a mortified expression. 

“I believed you. And Scott did too. Those idiots are just sore losers,” Bucky chuckles as Steve rubs his face with an annoyed expression. All you can do is just roll your eyes. 

“I don’t care if you believed me or not. You’re both assholes.” you say, stepping towards the door. Bucky pulls Steve away so you can reach for the handle without having to touch him. You can see Steve opening his mouth to say something but you cut in before he can. 

“And for the record, I don’t forgive you.”

*

Throughout every performance you were boiling with rage. You had hoped that by the time it was your group's turn to take the stage, that you would’ve calmed down. One look at Natasha’s sneering face had sent you back into seeing only red. All afternoon you had heard them snickering about how you were going to make a fool of yourself, that Group B would expose themselves for cheating (in front of not only Group A - but an entire livestreamed audience). 

While setting up the microphone next to the piano, Peter sends you a look of concern. 

“You gonna okay hitting some of these notes? Not that I doubt your ability - just that you did nearly get choked to death a couple days ago.” He says, adjusting the height of the microphone stand so the microphone sits at mouth level. You muster a comforting smile despite the anger coursing through your veins. 

“It’ll be fine. I got this.” You say quietly, taking your seat in front of the piano. Peter just nods and retreats to the drum set, Yelena and Kate fumbling around with the violin and cello. Your back was mainly turned away from the camera. If you looked in the corner of your eye, you could see the couches where most of Group A were seated. You were kind of grateful for that - you wanted to see their gobsmacked expressions when you hit every note. Sharon was practically bouncing where she stood. Before her solo, you had managed to explain your heated conversation with Steve and Bucky in the hallway. You were thankful that she was as excited as you were to show Group A what fools they were. The song you were performing was a jazz cover, thankfully due to your past singing opera you could quite easily slip into most styles of singing with some practice. Luckily, you had plenty of practice thanks to Sharon. When the jazz assignments were due, you had spent many hours helping Sharon with her notes, or stepping in as singer for the rest of the class if Sharon was busy.

You only had to wait a few more moments before the others motioned that they were ready. You ignored the grins dripping with malice coming from Group A, the snorts and laughs. You put your attention on the black and white keys in front of you. With a sharp exhale, you press your fingers into the keys, starting the song. You always played better when you were angry, or when you were playing for revenge. As you moved, fingers gracefully navigating the keys you could feel the rage pouring out of you into the music. Peter fell in on the drums, and then so did the violin and cello. You had to suppress a smile as it was your cue to start singing. 

The start of the song was slow, basic notes to hit that weren’t too hard. You could hear Natasha scoff and turn to Wanda. 

“Anyone could hit those notes, so what, she can sing the basics? Doesn’t prove anything.” 

You had to zone out Wanda’s reply, instead focusing all your energy into keeping your voice and fingers steady. The one thing you could always guarantee was that when you were in this state of mind, you played like a fucking god. You could see Bucky and Scott grinning as you rocked in time with the music, body moving along each time you pressed the piano’s pedals. 

By the time the first higher note came, you were completely absorbed by the music. You barely even noticed how Natasha’s smile began to drop, the way Sam slapped Steve’s back with a laugh. Your focus was entirely on that note, controlling your breath to sing it out perfectly as your fingers worked along the keys. 

Sharon was grinning from ear to ear, Kate just gaping at you, completely ignoring the sheet music as she pulled her violins bow back and forth. The song slowed again for a brief moment, before Peter came back in with the drums. The finale was why he had been worried about your injured throat, this is where you would show Group A how well you could hit those harder notes. You could’ve hit them even better if you were standing, but your loyalties would always lie with your piano.

Steve looked like he wanted to jump into a hole in the floor, as the realisation dawned on him that not only could you sing (and well) but he had entirely fucked up by questioning you. You could imagine he was holding onto the hope that you had been bluffing, that he wouldn’t have to feel as guilty about what had happened at the party. Natasha was scowling, punching Clint as he twirled in time with the music as you hit note after note. Bucky was just smirking, leaning back in his chair as he watched your fingers work tirelessly. That feeling was back in your gut, that flutter. For how much of an asshole Bucky and Steve had been, why did the idea of impressing them motivate you? 

“Dude! I told you she was trained in singing opera!” You heard Scott boast as you hit one of the longer notes, controlling your breath perfectly until the end. The song finally faded out along with your last note. The room erupted into cheers and clapping, with the exception being a sour-faced Natasha. All you could manage was a smile as you resisted the strong urge to catch Bucky or Steve’s eyes with your own. 

*

After Sharon had spent a good ten minutes gushing about how you had killed it with the vocals, life had moved on. A few of Group A sent you sheepish smiles - a peace offering. You had tried to ignore it, claiming yourself a couch in the back to watch the last of the performances. 

Scott had come over at one point, planting a sloppy kiss to your hairline while you squealed in protest. Natasha had sent you a dirty look for that, telling the two of you to shut up. Scott ignored her, flopping over the couch, nearly landing on your legs as you slapped his shoulder. 

“I have a present for you…” He said in a quiet sign-song voice, grabbing your legs by the knees and placing them over his lap. You rolled your eyes, grinning, so much for brooding in peace.

“Oh yeah?” You said with a quiet giggle, relaxing further into the couch. You and Scott had been friends awhile, smoking buddies. Much like with Loki, you were rather relaxed with touching or cuddling. The two of you had too many deep conversations while high to shy away from each other, if anything Scott probably knew about as much as your therapist. You had told him all about your mother, how her death had changed things… him and everything that had happened. He had returned the favor, telling you private things about his own life that not many others had the pleasure of knowing. 

Scott leaned in close to your ear, whispering for you to reach into his pocket. Inside was a baggie, a pre-rolled blunt inside. You gasp, slapping him on the shoulder. 

“Oh my god Scott, don’t show that on stream or Stark will be pissed!” You hiss, shoving the baggie back in. Scott just wheezed a laugh in response, letting you shove him back to his side of the couch. As you stuck your tongue out at him, you couldn’t help but notice the way Steve and Bucky were watching the two of you. Both of them looked on edge, jaws and arms tensed. Were they… jealous?

“Look at this,” Scott laughed from beside you, shoving his phone into your face. Your eyes turned away from the two brooding men as you bit back a laugh and rolled your eyes. 

“Are you laughing at memes… about you?” You ask, handing him the phone back. Scott was rather infamous for having a small subreddit dedicated to making memes about him. He checked and interacted with it religiously. That would be if you could consider anything about Scott religious. 

“Hey! Just because you don’t have any fans!” Scott protested, waving his phone about. You could practically feel Natasha’s scowl on the two of you from across the room. Maybe you’d have to put getting your teeth punched out of your head back on your list of worries.

“Yours just make fun of you!” You protest, gently kicking his thigh with your foot. He just grins at you. Leaning back, he looks up at the ceiling dreamily. 

“I know! It’s great!” He laughs, bouncing his knee underneath where your legs are thrown over his lap.  

You snort and roll your eyes, unlocking your own phone. You try to keep still as Scott jolts the entire couch with his bouncing. The last performance had ended, Sam and Clint working on turning off the livestream as the room suddenly moved into groups. You knew during the performances that people had started calling dibs, you hadn’t really cared to interact or include yourself in anything. You guessed you would end up with Scott, Sharon, Peter and maybe MJ. If anything you were leaving it up to fate, hoping you’d end up with either a group that was interesting or with people you liked. 

“Scott!” Sharon’s voice rang out, motioning the man over. Sliding his phone into his pocket, he pulls himself up from the couch. You let out another squeal as he goes in for a kiss on the cheek, pushing your foot into his stomach to send him away. Natasha was going to fucking kill you.

“Bye Scotty,” You say in a sing-song voice, mocking his voice from earlier. He just shakes his head at you, running his hand through his hair as he looks between you and where Sharon is waiting.

“Are you free after this? This baby won’t smoke itself,” He asks, patting his pocket. You grin up at him, snuggling yourself deeper into the couch now that you have it all to yourself. 

“Oh, are we sharing now? I thought it was a present for me.” You say, fidgeting with the neckline of your sweater. 

“Scott!” Sharon shouts from somewhere across the room. Scott cringes, before leaning over and shaking his finger in your face. 

“We’ll finish this conversation later,” Scott says, before reluctantly crossing the room towards Sharon. She scolds him, before giving in as he wraps her into a hug. You bite your tongue to hold back your laugh, flicking your attention down to your phone as you lounge on the couch. Your peace is short lived, though. 

“Siren.” your eyes shoot up from your phone with a scowl, above you stands Bucky, a smirk across his lips. You subconsciously squeeze your thighs together, drinking in his expression. You’re still pissed at him - and Steve - but you can’t help but enjoy the attention from the brunette. 

“Why do you keep calling me that?” You ask, pulling your feet off the couch as Sam crashes onto the other side with a huff. You flinch a bit at that, having not expected to be sitting so closely to a wall of muscle. Their frat house was obsessed with the gym (all except Scott) so they were all ridiculously muscled. You see Bucky’s smirk falter a bit at your flinch, eyes darting over to Sam who seemingly got the message and scoots further over. 

“Barnes has a thing for beautiful women who can sing and also eat a man whole,” Sam says. You fein disgust at that comment, shoving yourself deeper into the corner of the couch to get some distance between you and Sam. That feeling is in your gut again - no, it was lower - what had Bucky said about you to Sam to warrant you being called beautiful? 

“Shut it Wilson,” Bucky growls, to which Sam puts his hands up in fake-surrender with a laugh. “You’re in our group, Siren.”

You pause for a second, noticing how Steve approaches as well. Bucky a drummer, Sam a bassist, Steve a guitarist… and you? Your eyes snap up to Bucky’s. You had to silently remind yourself that you were supposed to be mad at them, that they had fucked up. It was hard when Bucky’s expression softened as he watched you. 

“What?” You ask, pinching your thigh through your jeans. You had to focus, stop falling into dreamy ideas at just a look from either Bucky or Steve. 

“We called dibs. And I mean, you didn’t really involve yourself in the conversation… you were too busy cuddling Scott.” You swear you can hear a bitterness in Bucky’s tone at the mention of Scott. You snort, crossing your arms over your chest. Steve is watching you carefully, wetting his lips. You try to ignore it, instead digging your nails into your arm through your sweater. 

“I’m a pianist. A classical pianist, and you’re what? Wannabe rockstars? How is that going to work?” You point out with a small laugh. Bucky tilts his head at you, standing above you like that he looks so…

“You’re also a singer? As much as Stevie here hates to be wrong-” Steve groans at that as Bucky claps him on the back, “Opera at that, you can sing pretty much anything with a bit of guidance.” 

You chew on your lip at that, uncrossing your arms to rest your palms on your thighs, glancing between the three men. Of course they would want to be paired with you, not like they had already tormented you enough? You could imagine it was out of guilt, somehow convincing themselves that if you got good grades for this assignment it would be payment for all they had done. In any other situation they wouldn’t have been interested in you, probably wouldn’t have even known you existed

“What if I say no?” You ask. You could easily argue that you were too traumatized from the incident to do this assignment. You would get away easily, the boys? Well they would be fucked, scrambling to find someone from Group B to put up with their shit. 

“Then deal with Stark. I don’t care. Listen, we know this is our fault. We’ll keep apologizing and somehow make it up to you. Just be our vocals for this assignment?” Bucky says, a slight begging tone to his voice. You roll your teeth over your bottom lip. You don’t know what would be better - to completely fuck them over, or go along with it and watch them beg for your forgiveness. 

“Why not Natasha? Or Sharon?” You ask, motioning in their general direction. Steve watches your movements like a hawk while Sam groans for you to stop being so tedious.

“I mean, they’re both great singers but not for what we want. They’re like… pop, indie shit. We want something a bit more edgy.” Bucky explains, you arch an eyebrow. 

“Because an ex-opera is edgy?” You say sarcastically, you can practically feel the vibrations of Steve’s groan in your chest. That makes you smile.

“Y/L/N.” Bucky warns, you just beam up at him. 

“Barnes.”

The two of you stare at each other for a long moment, you can feel Sam uncomfortably squirming beside you, like he can sense the tension. 

“Just say yes, please?” Steve speaks up finally, surprising you. You glance over at him, looking him up and down. Your eyes pause for a moment on his biceps, then on his face as he assesses you with a pleading look. You figured you’d probably tortured him enough - the entire day he had seemingly gone through all the stages of grief. 

“Fine. But you owe me.” You reply with a sigh, finally giving in. 

“Thank you,” Bucky says with a gentle smile. You roll your eyes at him, they still owed you big fucking time. 

“Too easy. I should’ve made you beg on your knees for it,” You mutter, voicing your annoyance,  with a shake of your head. Bucky and Steve exchange a look you can’t quite see, but you can sense the invisible tension. 

“Nah, they would’ve been way too into it,” Sam says from beside you with a chuckle. Your eyes snap to him. Steve responds by hitting Sam’s shoulder, Sam yelping in response. You watch cautiously, waiting to see if Sam settles back into the couch or tries to fight back. To your relief, he leans back. Bucky eyes your caution with his own cautious stare before speaking up. 

“Tonight then?” He asks, you shake your head. 

“I can’t. Loki’s being discharged so I gotta deal with that. Tomorrow?” You purposely ignore the face Steve makes at the mention of Loki. You would really have to ask Loki what the fuck that was about. Maybe when he wasn’t delirious on pain medication. 

“Sure. Tomorrow, 6pm?”

“That works, better to do it at yours. I think Thor might castrate you if you came near the apartment.” You say, Bucky chuckles weakly. You can’t tell if it’s to humor you, or that he genuinely didn’t believe Thor could best him. God, you were surrounded by far too many hot muscled men.  

“Sounds like a plan.” You chirp, snatching up your bag as you stand from the couch. Bucky and Steve both stand clear out of your way as you depart without a goodbye. 

Chapter 4

[janghoefett]

Country Roads - Din Djarin x F!Reader Road Trip AU

Rating: Explicit (18+, no minors) Word Count: 2.5k Warnings: Alcohol, a drunk creeper, uncomfortable family dynamics/relationships, light smut.

Summary: The happy couple embarks on a road trip to introduce Din to her family and takes a pit stop at a dive bar. 

A/N: Don’t know if this will be continued or not, but if so, I’m hoping to just take it day by day on this little road trip adventure! This is my first time writing an AU that’s more than just a tiny drabble and I'm still trying to get used to it lmao.

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The land was flat, the valley was glowing summer hues of green and gold, and you couldn’t fight the smile that was tugging on your lips upon seeing the miles and miles of open land. You had finally made your way out of the city and into the middle of nowhere — Din was blasting music from the aux cord and singing along softly, his body free of tension and his hair lit golden by the setting sun as he drives into the unknown.

Bringing your boyfriend a thousand miles cross country to meet with your crazy family felt as if someone had peered into your soul to learn what your worst nightmare was, and then immediately manifested it into reality.

Din, however, was all for it — he truly wanted to drive you up there himself and introduce himself as yours, and that made it all the more terrifying. “I have a terrible aunt who’s going to eat you alive,” you warned him as he pecked at your lips earlier this morning.

"I can handle any terrible aunt you throw at me, pretty girl,” he countered, his words full of conviction and pure of heart. 

And that was exactly why it scared you. You look at Din and you know you couldn’t bear to lose him. You didn’t want his love to run dry because of all the baggage you carried with you.

“We’re going to have a week together. You and me. All alone on the open road,” Din breathed against your lips. “Doesn’t that sound good?”

You smiled softly and nodded. "Yeah, it does.”

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It was getting dark. Civilization was going to be far and few between for the next hundred miles or so, and you can see the faint lights from a little town coming up on the right.

“Ready for a break?” Din asks.

“Yes, please.”

Din takes the exit. You weren’t even sure if this place was big enough to have a name — there’s a gas station, a diner, and a bar with flashing neon lights reading Murray’s Cocktails, but as you pull up by the diner you can see through the blinds that the chairs are already stacked on the tables. 

“Shit, it’s only eight and they’re already closed,” you remark with slight worry.

“Well…” Din sighs, pulling to the side and putting the car in park. “I can always take my girl out for a drink.”

Murray’s was like any other dive bar in the country, defined by its raunchy posters, dim lights, loud music, and the constant clatter of the pool table. It was the kind of place where social decorum was left at the door, and upon entering you were going to be appraised by those who were looking for company.

Din keeps a hold of your hand, and the heads of lonely men that had raised as you walked through the door are lowered in disappointment. You grab your drinks quickly — Din had ordered a coke while you got your usual — and you find an unoccupied nook in the corner where you cannot be bothered.

“Taste good?” he asks as you take your first sip.

“Really good, actually,” you reply.

For a moment you feel like you did when you first started seeing each other, your stomach still full of butterflies as you look up into his handsome face, wondering how you found each other and what you did to deserve him. Your hand rests against his chest, tracing the buttons of his flannel, and Din leans in to plant a quick kiss to your lips.

“Hey, I, uh…” he starts. “I want to make sure I didn’t drag you out here against your will.”

You pull back to search his face, laughing softly in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“We don’t have to see your family. I know I talked you into it, but if it bothers you that much—”

“Din,” you say firmly.

Your heart rate picks up when you realize that Din had blamed himself for your own hang ups, that he probably assumed you didn’t want to introduce him to your family, and worst of all, that he would accept that.

“I want to go on this trip with you. I want… I want everyone to see what a good man you are and I want them to love you because I love you,” you admit. “But it scares me so much and I don’t know why. You’re like… you’re the one good thing to happen to me and I don’t want anything to change.”

“No, sweetheart,” his ragged voice breaks. Din takes your face in his hands and his brown eyes glisten with the pressure building behind his eyes. Fuck — had anyone looked at him as sweetly as the way you were looking at him now? “It’s not going to change,” he swears. “I promise.”

He closes the gap between you and molds his lips to yours. You melt into the kiss, uncaring that you were in public, and you wrap your arms around his tired shoulders. Even in this dark, musty bar, you breathe him in and you’re safe.

“I’m sorry, I was just in my head,” you whisper.

“It’s okay, baby,” he coos, running a hand up your back. “I’ve got you.”

You get caught in the moment. You keep yourself there in the shelter of his chest but as you hang on to Din, your eyes lock onto a man standing in the opposite corner. 

He was staring at you. It wasn’t just a moment to be dismissed, or a misunderstanding when your eyes happen to meet — he just doesn’t look away from you. To be fair, the way you had just been kissing Din was probably too obscene for the public eye, but still you feel violated by the man’s insistence...

Din notices the way your eyes keep flickering over his shoulder and looks around to the room to see what you were looking at. “What is it?” he asks.

“That guy keeps looking at me.”

Din turns subtly this time and locks eyes onto the man in question, who proceeds to take a sip of his drink. “Come here,” Din mumbles, turning you to trade places so that your back now faces the man and he can keep eyes on him. “How’s that?”

“Better,” you smile.

You each take a few well-deserved swigs of your drinks, washing away the ache of a long day. “Tell me about your family,” Din says. “What’s worrying you?”

“Well, my one cousin — who is married, by the way — is probably going to try to fuck you.”

“Why?” he chuckles.

“I don’t know, it’s some weird competitive defect she’s had since we were kids. She wants to prove she can have everything I have. And you’re hot.”

Din looks down at his drink and you swear you can see his cheeks flash red through his crooked smile. “Alright, and what else?”

“I don’t know, my uncles are a mixed bag. They’ll probably like you though. You’ll be getting the third degree by everyone, but they’ll all like you,” you muse. “I’m sorry, I think I made it all worse in my mind. They’re fucked up, but I don’t know what family isn’t.”

Din nods quietly. You reach out for his hand, suddenly reminded that the subject of family might be painful for him, and run your thumb over his knuckles. “I’m so excited to be on this trip with you,” you smile. “It means a lot that you wanted to take me.”

“I’m excited too, baby,” he smile warmly, pulling you in for another quick kiss.

You talk some more over your drinks, flirting and exchanging fleeting touches. There was an unspoken tension building between you, that sort of primal intuition that was in preparation for the night ahead. “Ready to get out of here, pretty?” Din says in your ear.

“Mmhm,” you hum.

Din wraps a protective arm around your shoulder, and as you make your way toward the exit, the drunk decides to make his move.

“How about you come over here and give me some of that sweet loving, baby?” he slurs as his hand reaches out for you.

Din intercepts his wrist before he can touch you, keeping his grip tight and yanking the man’s arm back. “What did you say?” he grits.

“Nothing, I’m sorry!”

The security guard who let you inside comes between them in an attempt to deescalate the situation. He breaks Din’s hand away and holds both of them steady. “What’s going on?” he asks.

“He’s been bothering her all night,” Din explains, nodding to you. “We were just leaving.”

The guard nods and grabs the man under the arm to escort him outside. “Alright, come on, buddy. You’ve had enough…”

The bar erupts in brief applause and a middle-aged woman heads towards you with a slight jog. “I’m so sorry about that, you guys!” she exclaims.

“It’s not your fault, really it’s okay,” you laugh.

“Well look, I don’t like anybody to leave my bar with a sour taste in their mouth. Is there anything I can do for you? Can I get you another round of drinks on the house?” she asks.

“That’s very nice, but we just want to get back on the road,” Din explains, wrapping an arm around your shoulder in silent reminder of the evening’s impending activities.

“Actually...” you interject. “Would you mind taking a picture of us?”

“Oh, absolutely!” she beams.

You look up into Din’s wide brown eyes with a coy grin. He quickly fumbles for his phone in his back pocket and pulls up the camera, before handing it over to the woman.

It was almost embarrassing how few pictures you had together. Most were blurry selfies at awkward angles, and if they weren’t, they were stiff and unflattering and almost always taken against your will. But to have a proper photo together during this time in your lives, far from anyone you know and high on your happiness would be irreplaceable.

Din wraps his arm around your waist and you do the same, leaning your head into his shoulder and coming into his chest with a soft smile.

“1, 2, 3!” the woman says, followed by a bright snap.

You can see the dark spot of the camera flash when you blink, but the quick glance you took of the finished photograph makes you grab Din’s sleeve with excitement.

You and Din thank the woman with enthusiasm and shuffle outside back to the car, sharing a sultry kiss across the center console. “Get that Holiday Inn on the phone,” he rasps, his voice low with desire.

You dig your phone out of your bag and search for the number as if your life depends on it before raising the phone to our ear. “Hi, I was wondering if you have any rooms left for tonight? Oh, there’s only a room with two beds left…” you echo, glancing towards Din who raises an intrigued eyebrow. “For how much? We’ll take it.”

Din turns the key in the ignition and starts driving. You finish leaving your details and hang up, reaching into your bag for a little lip balm and applying it in the dim mirror.

“So, we’re sleeping like the Ricardos tonight?” Din jokes in regards to the double beds.

“Is there a problem with that, Mr. Djarin?” you giggle.

Din chuckles lightly and grabs your hand. “Not at all...” he smiles, before noting, “Only that it’s a lot easier to fuck you in one bed.”

You bite your lip and shift in your seat, and your thumb grazes over his skin. “Then we’ll just have to pick one,” you whisper.

Din guides you through the sliding doors of the lobby with your overnight bag slung over his shoulder, and he proceeds to check in. Your eyes recoil from the bright fluorescent lights, itching to get to the privacy of your own room, when Din turns around and twirls the room cards between his fingers.

The brown room is dim. There are two beds, as promised, with standard white sheets and ample pillows. From nearby rooms, it feels as if you can hear everything, from loud TV to kids playing to a couple having an argument.

Din guides you to the bed closest to the door. You fall back and grasp at him as he comes over you, anxious to feel him and to remind him how much you need him. “Walls are thin,” he reminds you, grazing his tongue along your pulse point. “Gotta stay quiet for me, pretty.”

Your legs spread to accommodate the dip of his hips. His large hand wanders under your sundress to palm you over your damp panties, and you arch into his touch with a whimper.

“This wet already?” he asks with a hoarse voice.

“Mmhm,” you hum. “Been thinking about this.”

“Poor thing... if you told me, I would have already fucked you in the backseat...”

Using his hands to keep your legs parted, Din lowers himself between your legs and wastes no time giving you what you want. He uses his mouth and fingers for a moment to prepare you, and then — he takes you.

It was always that first stretch. The one that allows you to feel him, the one that somehow makes every time feel like the first. Your eyes stay locked and your mouth falls agape as he rocks his hips into yours, your hearts intwining through nature’s oldest dance.

-------

You’re the first to fall asleep.

The AC by the window is blasting a cold air, and Din’s body provides the perfect heat to warm your bones as the silky sheets slide over you with little relief. Your head rests on his shoulder and you wrap yourself around him through your sleep, lulled by the familiar sensation of his body hair scratching against your smooth skin.

Din reaches for his phone and pulls up the picture you took that night. His eyes first are drawn to you, beautiful as always and your smile as warm as sunshine. Your skin is glowing and your eyes are full of life and of happiness. Instinctively, his hand comes up to play with your hair as you sleep as he shifts the image to himself.

Shit, did he always have those dimples when he smiled? He couldn’t quite remember. His eyes are soft and his hands are protective around you. Your expressions almost mirror each other — it’s that vulnerable, sort of timid smile.

Din texts the photo to you just so that you’d have it, staring at the little picture in the thread for a moment before adding:

Love you always.

He locks the screen and tosses it aside before wrapping his arms around you and shifting himself to bring you into his chest. Even at a Holiday Inn in the middle of nowhere, you're home in each others’ arms... and Din was certain he’d never love anything the way he loves you.

[ela-loomis]

how would the slashers react to watching a musical like dear evan hansen?

I did a bunch of musicals since I'm not familiar with Dear Evan Hansen, hopefully you don't mind Ducky!!

Slashers watching musicals for the first time

Michael Myers (musical: Sweeney Todd)

- You want to watch what. Absolutely not, who do you think he is - wait, what's the plot again? Murder? Lots of murder?? Excuse you, why is it not playing already?!

- Is too concerned with eating all of the snacks to focus on the movie, at first, but when the snacks are gone he gets surprsingly into it. Sure, he could live without the songs, but the bloody bits? Hell yeah.

- He's totally lying, by the way; you can see him not-quite dancing to the more upbeat songs out of the corner of your eye. Don't comment on it unless you want popcorn in your eye, though.

- Won't admit it, but he gets attached to the little boy and does a silent, victorious fist pump when he ends the movie. He was not a fan of Mrs. Lovett, though, and he thinks Sweeney Todd was an idiot. Who goes around singing about their evil plots?!

- Spends more time thinking about the plot holes and times that Sweeney Todd could have gotten caught than he does thinking about the fact that the musical revolves around murdering people. Because of course.

Billy Loomis (musical: Heathers)

- Isn't really excited, even when you explain the plot to him, but considering how many slasher movies you've sat through for him, he's not about to complain. Besides, movie time = cuddle time!

- Naturally, his favourite character is JD. Were you expecting anything less? He thinks Heather Chandler is hilarious, though, and he's actually disappointed when she dies.

- He wants to have a deep-dive discussion about the plot when it ends. Seriously, there's so much to unpack there! He's actually got some really interesting points to make, when you get into it.

- Brought an obnoxious pile of snacks to the couch when you proposed a movie night, but he barely touched any of them because of how invested in the movie he got.

- If you overhear him quoting JD or Heather Chandler at school the next day, no you didn't 💜

Brahms Heelshire (musical: Phantom of the Opera)

- The only one of this trio that's immediately down to watch the movie. Of course he is, it sounds like a novel! And there's a mysterious, dashing figure with a mask, so obviously he wants to compare.

- Don't let him hold anything on his lap, because he's going to jump every time a dramatic musical number starts. RIP your couch if you don't heed the warning lol.

- Hates Raoul on sight, not just because he's the Phantom's competition, but because that hair is horrendous! Don't look at him like that; what kind of millionaire can't find a decent hair stylist?!

- You thought he would ask a million questions (like he always does lmao) and he does have them, but he can't tear himself away from the screen long enough to ask them.

- Is ready to rage when Christine doesn't stay with the Phantom. He won't admit it, but he's been unintentionally picturing himself as the Phantom and you as his Christine, so when she breaks the illusion h'es pissed. You will 100% have to console him about it.

- Demands that you watch the sequel as soon as the ending credits start rolling. He'll go pop more popcorn, since he dumped it all on the floor earlier; you hurry find the sequel!

[dienamights]

Not Your Best Man | D.Kaminari

✎ Denki Kaminari was resentful of all the things Katsuki Bakugou has, the high hero ranks, the fame despite his demeaning behavior, his intelligence, and most importantly, you.

✎ Protagonists: Denki Kaminari x Fem!Reader

✎ Word count: 5.2K

✎ Category: Smut MDNI, angst

✎ Caution(!): Smut MDNI, swearing, denki is jealous, bakuhoe is an asshole, mommy kink, loss of control of quirk during sex, degradation, praise, oral (male!receiving), unprotected sex, orgasm denial to a certain point, mention of puking, doing denki dirty in so many ways and I’m sorry but I’m also… not sorry.

✎ Author’s notes: Hello! Hope everyone’s well! I’m here with @forrest-fern’s Seven Deadly Sins server Collab! I snatched Denki and chose Envy! I wasn’t able to get bakugou but you know damn well I’m squeezing his ass in there lmao (peep the banner you can see the boom boom boy) (shut up im not late shush)

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Her hair is piled up and back, showing more of her delicate yet strong features. Skin so flawless his hands feel bound when he wants to touch it, afraid of staining it with his fingertips, not deeming himself worthy to taint it. Eyes brought out beautifully with makeup products she knew how to work to make her look even more gorgeous than she already is. Lips perfectly coated in lipstick, always formed in the littlest smile, and he feels compelled to kiss the product off of them.

The dress is perfect, it sits on her body as if it has been made just for her. Its fabric folds hugging her figure, following her curves. It’s color is gorgeous against her skin with long sleeves that cover her arms, the backless dress shows skin that begs him, taunts him to touch it and to guide her along with him. The collar exposes enough shoulders that teases him to bite and mark up. It's tight skirt pooled till the floor with a slit up to her left thigh. She looks stunning and he couldn't stop but linger his eyes on her.

She looks as though she is an angel, in the form of the most beautiful girl on earth. Mesmerising eyes, so crystal clear that he could see rivers, oceans, the whole world through them. No flower, no goddess, not even Aphrodite could ever compare to her beauty. She has the body of a dancer, lithe, supple and oh so beautiful. With every step she takes, it looks as though she’s floating, and Denki only became more convinced that he had been around an angel for the majority of his life and he -regretfully- only was able to realize it a bit too late.

Regretfully, because she wasn’t his, isn’t his, will never be his. Not the measly unimportant groomsman. No, she is the best man’s, Katsuki Bakugou’s, meant to be his forever. 

Bakugou’s BakugousBakugousBakugous… Dammit

“I do.” 

An adorable little boy dressed in a black tuxedo walks up and hands Kirishima a ring. He slips it on Mina's finger. The pastor smiles and turns to Mina. She wears a strapless wedding gown with embroidery on her bodice. Rhinestones and pearl beads sewn on her gown. She wears a two-tier veil, with a matching crystal head-piece. She holds a French rose silk bouquet. Kirishima is stunning. He wears a black, single-breasted, satin tuxedo with a white-wing collar shirt.

The pastor repeats the question and receives the same reply. You watch her take his ring from a small girl dressed in pink and place it on his finger. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife." 

"You may now kiss your bride." He does so, placing his hands on her shoulders and pressing his lips against hers. The pastor holds up his hands, bringing the cheering crowd to their feet.

Kirishima and Mina leave the gazebo, arms linked, with huge smiles on their faces. The best man, maid of honor, and the groomsmen and bridesmaids follow suit, falling in behind them. They stop near the end of the walk, forming the start of the receiving line. 

The family and guests file down, pausing for hugs and kisses and congratulating the young couple. Mina then turns around and throws her bouquet of flowers behind her. The women collide with each other as they try to catch it. 

She cheers loud when the bouquet falls in your hands, and you giggle and wave it around, the women’s disappointed groans muffled in your ears when you catch the beautiful vermillions of your partner, oblivious to the golden specks that have been eyeing your every move since you stepped foot into the wedding.

“You could’ve been more obvious about wantin’ me to put a ring on your finger.” Katsuki chuckles against your ear, standing behind you with his hands on your hips, both of you looking at the newlyweds as they enter the reception with everyone awwing at them as they did their first dance as husband and wife.

The sun has set long ago, the full moon hanging and illuminating the area beautifully, the fairy lights and lamps circling the area, making the happy couple look absolutely glowing, and you smile at the scene from outside the dance floor.

“They fell in my hands ‘Suki.” you giggle, lacing your fingers between his, “Besides, you already did, didn’t you?” 

“Hmm,” his breath tickles your ear, fingers twisting your engagement ring around your ring finger, “was forced to, after all that whinin’ ‘bout wantin’ to settle down and not knowin’ when we’ll see each other when we’re goin’ on missions, and cherishin’ the lives-” he fakes a snore and rests his full weight on your back, both of you laughing as you tip forward and he catches you in time, placing his hand on your waist again and swaying with you as you see your friends happier than they ever were.

You look perfect, standing there holding each other, absolutely and utterly disgusting. Denki stares at you, fire spreading in his abdominal, his lungs constricting with every breath he takes the longer he looks at you. Swaying together, Katsuki’s lips pressing against your temple and you letting out the most beautiful laugh, Denki can’t help but clench the front of his shirt at the sight, wishing, hoping for nothing more than to be in his shoes, being the one lucky enough to be able to hold you that close, the one that has the privilege to hear your laugh, the one to make you laugh.

“Hey Denki,” He is snapped back to reality when Kirishima stands in front of him, blocking his view from the flawless couple. “H-hey Eiji! Congratulations bro, you’re finally a married man!” They hug, Denki’s eyes never leaving you while Katsuki twirls you to face him and peppers kisses across your face. “Thanks man! Hey sorry, could you get Bakugou for me real quick, we’re taking a few pictures with the best man and the maid of honor.”

“Right away, man of the hour.” 

Oh God, oh God, he isn’t ready to face you yet. You look too pretty, he doesn’t feel worthy to be in your presence, driven to bow down and ask for forgiveness for even breathing the same as yours. And yet, you smile upon his arrival, even letting go of Bakugou’s hand to wave him over, and you’re blessing him with your smile, giggles sounding like the singing of angels when he waves back excitedly.

“Hi!” you beam up at him the minute he’s close enough to be graced with your voice, “Where have you been, it’s like you were avoiding me all this time,” you pout for a second and Denki could swear he felt his heart skip multiple beats when your lips wobble and a smile makes it way back up at him.

“H-hey, ummm, Baku- uh.” he laughs at himself, trying to collect whatever dignity he has left. “Uh, Eiji is lookin’ for ya bro, something about a photoshoot with the maid of honor?” The groan Bakugou lets out is enough of a confirmation.

“Fuckin’ pain in my fuckin’ ass bitch” he grumbles, pressing his lips against your temple again, promising to come back after the ‘Motherfuckin’ bitch shoot’ is done. You only reply by squeezing his arm, a silent reassurance that you’ll be waiting for him when he gets back.

It's so revolting, the way he swears up and down, having the filthiest mouth with his words, not even respecting the beautiful goddess that tries to calm his nasty self down, he should be more considerate of you and your feelings, God he loathes the way he treats you. The way he mistreats you. 

You deserve to be treated so much better than that, the way Denki would, he’d downright kiss the ground you walk on, remind you every day that you’re the best thing that ever happened to him, the best goddamn thing to ever grace this earth.

Okay, you’re staring. God, has she been staring too? Denki, people always say you never shut up, use it to your advantage for once in your life.

Denki extends his arm to you, curses under his breath, wipes his sweaty palm against his pant leg before extending it again. "Would you like to dance?" You raise your eyebrows. "Would you like to dance?"

"Well, dancing is what a charming gentleman like myself would do.” He beames at the chuckle you let out. “Besides, you're beautiful and I want to show you off.” He pauses. “You know, while Bakugou is busy with his best man duties and all."

You smile, your pretty lips letting out a little giggle at his posture as he starts wiggling his fingers persuasively, and shake your head. "You know what? Yeah, I would like to dance."

Arm-in-arm, you and Denki head into the dance floor and step onto the wooden ground. You felt him move easily with you, agile and confident with the music as he takes the lead. His hands slowly yet surely reach to your lower back, but you shrug it off.

"Ah, expect tango music after this," he says. Eyes gleaming as they shift over to the DJ that nods in acknowledgement to him. He frowns when he sees your averted face, shifting your eyes away from his, observing, searching for him, your fiance, the person he wishes he could be, someone he could never be.

Denki trips over his words in an effort to regain your attention, “A-anyway, uh, um. Hey! Did you know that uh, t-tango is banned in other places of the world?" you raise your eyebrows. 

“Is it?”

 “Yeah, wanna know why?” 

“Didn’t expect you to know honestly.” He smiles as you laugh lightly, but something tugs at his heartstrings, its because you think of him as nothing but stupid brainless dunce face, depsite him entering and graduating one of the best hero courses in all of Japan, alongside you of all people, despite his hero work, the people he saves, the villains he captures, fuck. 

You don’t miss the way his face falls after your remark, an almost sour expression passing through before he clears his throat and looks behind your shoulder at basically nothing. “S-so,” you start, “Why was it banned?”

The blond’s eyes flicker over to you and soften at the way you’re cocking your head and smiling at him, despite him getting upset with you. What is he doing? He’s experiencing something straight out of his fantasies, having you pressed so close to him, dancing with him and smiling at him. No one else. 

“Oh, okay okay, so. It was considered the dance of the low-lifes at the worst places of society when it first emerged, and so the church banned it, because they said it had the music of the “immoral” factions of society”

“Oh? Why’s that.”

“It was considered an oversexualized dance. Portraying the sin and seduction of the Devil. It represents the Devil's nostalgia, his unrequited aspirations, loneliness, rejection, and misery. The longing of someone who will never fit in, who has never had love nor passion.” He takes a deep breath.  

“It's like sex, except with clothes on.”

 In a failed attempt to seduce you, he stumbles and steps on your heels. Earning a weak yelp from you as you back up from him.

It's okay, it's okay, he can fix this. Oh God the music stopped. Okay he gets to dance tango with you now and press you even more against him and hold you even closer, okay. God, are his hands always this sweaty?

The silence that follows the stopping of the music makes him panic, you’re so close, he just needs to reach out and hold you against him again. Press your tender body against his, let him pretend you’re his, pretend that he’s lucky enough to take you home with him. Help you take off your dress, press kisses against the curves of your body, make love to you all night.

Put all of that is cut short when he feels a daunting presence behind him, and he doesn’t need to turn around to know who it is. Because the way your face lights up at that presence is enough to stop his blood from pumping, enough for him to see only red, for him to dig his nails into the palm of his hands until he feels it piercing his skin.

“Hey,” the taunting voice of Katsuki Bakugou reminds him how beneath him he really is. “Yer havin fun with my girl.” it wasn’t a question. Despite that, in a desperate attempt to feel your touch one more time before you’re swept away by your big strong hero, that he would never be able to match to.

With trembling fingers, Denki grasps your hand and brings your knuckles close to his lips, eyes boring into each other while he kisses them, and you only grin in appreciation at his manners, doing the most adorable courtesy he has ever seen in his life, almost forgetting the looming presence of his former classmate.

Bakugou moves around Denki to reach you, and Kaminari knows at this point all hope is lost for you to dance with him, or better yet, have any interaction with him again for the entirety of the night. Katsuki held your hand with surprising firmness, caramel scent wafting through as you feel how sweaty his hands really are. 

“Are you warm?” You mumble, lacing your fingers through his when his reaction is to pull his hands away to wipe them at his pants. 

“No.” It's firm and it's rough, yet it isn’t directed at you. It’s directed to the other blond that surprisingly still hasn’t backed down and is still standing straight, eyeing how you two act as a couple, how he wishes you would hold his hand, ask him if he was warm, embrace all his insecurities.

As your fiance leads you back to the center of the dance floor. Hand starting at your waist but quickly slipping to grab a handful of your ass, chuckling when you squeal and slap his chest. Something wicked gleams in his eyes when the first tune of the violin starts playing, drifting with the harmony of the accordion.

“You and I both know that my knowledge of tango is as much as my knowledge for knitting, that’s right, nonexistent.”

“You know my body, don’t you?” he doesn’t wait for an answer. “Follow my lead, let your body do the talking.”

“You’re crazy.” yet you still laugh, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips as he pulls you impossibly close to him, raveling in the feeling of your chest pressed to his. You’re rolling your eyes a little at the way his smirk stretches when he pinches your butt, but you instantly shiver when he places his warm calloused hand within the cutout of your dress on your lower back, skin to skin. And just like your body is made to be molded against his, you place your arm over his shoulder while the other is engulfed in his. 

He steps close, too close, scandalously close. Pressing his cheek against your temple and only then meeting the eyes of Denki, that's when his smile drops, every playful act with you is gone. His magma filled eyes staring into the soul of the electrical hero.

Mine MineMineMine

Neither were stupid, Katsuki knows what Denki is doing, and Denki is well aware of Katsuki’s ability to piece shit together.

Denki is left lonesomely standing by the DJ, watching the way you two dance, the way Bakugou steps forward in your space and you stepping back to accommodate him. He seethes in his stance as you two rock on your feet, the way Bakugou handles your body with firmness and strength, yet softly watching you when you giggle at the way he spins your body effortlessly. Kaminari sees the way you let yourself be led, the way you trust Bakugou to handle you, hold you, care for you, in ways he could only hope for you to see him.

You are perfectly synchronized, almost fluid like, an extension of each other, like you had done this a million times before, practised day and night to perfect it. Bakugou takes his time twirling you across the room, seductively slow. Thighs brushing against each other with every stupid turn.

His body whispering commands to yours, daring it to misbehave, you step and lean and sway, every movement perfect and precise, like an intricate choreography that you have never learned, but your bodies remembering them. He dances with you the way he has sex—with exquisite control, infinite patience, and aggressive moves.

Huh, that's what Denki must have meant.

At that moment, your eyes catch him standing outside the dance floor, and you almost don’t recognize the man alone, filled by ugly emotions they couldn’t help but spill and show on his expression. Sour and hateful and just plain cruel looking.

Katsuki’s mouth curves in a lazy smile at how your brows furrow, spinning you in a vigorous turn so he’s the one facing him instead. You aren’t dense, you feel the eyes on you, well aware who they belong to as they burn through your back. He lowers his head, forcing you to look back up at him, your lips grazing against his, too close.

“Yer puttin’ on a show for your boy?” 

“A show- no you ass, weren’t you the one that wanted to dance?” you try to lean away to scold him -yes, middance- but the blond lowers further, until you think he’s trying to get you to shut up by kissing you. Suddenly he’s dipping you low, his face stays only a few inches away from yours, your back arching beautifully.

A static sound dwells on you, followed by the buzzing of electricity. The lights flicker and you instinctively grab at Katsuki, tightening your hold against his bicep, your eyes searching his when he doesn’t lift you back up, only to find him not even looking at you.

His fingers are tingling, tips wiggling as they shoot little sparks at the sight in front of him, his golden eyes illuminating in the momentary darkness as they clash with the magma filled rubies, challenging him, taunting him, mocking him.

MineMineMine

And when Denki accidentally short circuits the entire DJ booth, the dance hall instantly quiets, a blanket of silence weighing them down and daring someone to break it. And yet, Bakugou has other plans, of course.

Sneakily, he slides his hand down from your back to your knee, firmly grabbing your leg as his eyes meet yours before lifting it to his hip. Fingers slipping under your dress and grazing your upper thighs, sending goosebumps racing across your skin, not having the courage to break eye contact until you hear the gasp of a few of the attendees. Only then does he close the gap between to press his lips against yours, the little audience you collected clapping and cheering you along.

The whistling and cheering is loud enough for you to miss the sound of Denki’s fist slam against the table and the sobs wrecking him as he drags his feet away from the scene. 

BakugousBakugousBakugous

Sero grunts as he struggles to push the hotel room door open with Denki leaning his full weight on him. It takes him a couple of tries to finally get the drunk man on the bed, slapping his hands away as Denki tries to grab at and kiss the man. 

“C’moooon, Hantaaaaa, s’not like you don’ wanna, look atchu, you’re takin’ off m’clothes but you don’ wanna kiss me?”

“You ass, I’m taking off your shoes because you stepped in your own vomit.” 

The man gags, chugging the shoes in the trash can and helping his friend ease off of his suit jacket. “Yer a good man Hanta, say, you wanna be m’best man?” Sero laughs, shaking his head as he tries to help him lay on his stomach, “y’know, when I marry y/n.” 

The silence that follows is deafening, Sero not having the heart to talk when he catches the sound of Denki sniffing and burying his head in his pillow.

“I- “

“Jus’ leave me alone, Sero.”

And he does, the only confirmation of his solitude is the echoing click of the door’s lock as Sero leaves Denki to brew in his own self loathing.

It takes Denki a few minutes to collect himself, the nausea forcing him to take off his shirt and pants, lying down on his back to feel the cool air on his chest. He doesn’t realize he has his eyes closed until he snaps them open when he hears his door click close.

There you are, radiating, mesmerizing, you’re practically glowing, standing there by his door, adorned by your… nightgown? 

God, please don’t say you’re in the wrong room, please don’t say you’re in the wrong room.

“You sure you’re in the right room y/n?”

You don’t answer, you just simply, untie your robe. And Denki’s eyes practically bulge out when the silk robe slips right off of your shoulder and drops in a pile on the floor by your feet. He can’t look you in the eyes, he’s looking at every inch of exposed skin he can muster, committing every curve, every dip, every contour, every fucking thing to memory.

“You’re here, aren’t you?” that’s when he looks back up at your eyes -after shamelessly staring at your peaking nipples for a second too long - blinking twice at your words. He sits up with a struggle, “W-wait, what about Bakugou?”

“What about him?”

And honestly, that alone almost made him bust a nut.

You’re pushing at his chest until he lays back down, throwing your leg over his figure and straddling him. Instantly, he feels your warmth pressing against his strained length and his body shivers at the thumbing against it. 

“You’re so good to me Denki,” you breathe, fingers combing through his hair before you take a fistful of it and lightly tug, rolling your hips against his and relishing in the whines he lets out, slender fingers reaching for your thighs and grabbing handfuls, his eyes begging for you to do it again, and when you do, he throws his head back and moans.

“You treat me so well,” you pout, nails tracing his sweaty flushed chest, peppering kisses along it, moving up until you reach his ear, biting at it and giggling when he ruts his hips up against you. Feeling your slick dampen the front of his boxers as his leaky cock does the same. “So pretty for me” he whines again, eyes blown out and chest heaving at the feeling of being kissed by you, held by you, touched by you, hell, looked at by you.

“Fuck, again, ah- d-don’t stop, pleaseplease-”

“Use your words baby, wadda you want?” he thrashes against the bed when you grind your hips against his again, the tips of his fingers buzzing and twitching when you’re lowering yourself to press your chest against his face. 

“Fuck, wanna feel your pretty pussy, feel you squeeze my cock, please, just -ah, put it in.” it's all muffled from the spit collecting on tongue and the way he’s smothered by your tits but honestly he wouldn’t have it any other way.

His body refuses to move as you scoot lower, straddling his thigh and grinding your hips against it, wickedly smiling as he whines ‘nonono’ when you do, “m-my cock, my cock, please stop teasin’.” the tip of your finger traces the elastic of his boxers, giggling at the way his body jerks up and at the gasp he lets out when you snap it against his hip. Before gliding your finger against his strained cock, enjoying the way it twitches under your touch, feeling it harden against you.

You coo at him as you pull off his boxers, when you see that there is no initiation from him to move. The sight of his pretty cock with its fiery head welcoming you and you can’t help but grab at it. “Pretty boy all needy for me, hmm?” You give it a lick from the base to the tip, sucking on the head of his cock and feeling it twitch inside of your mouth, hollowing out your cheek and looking up to see the way his face flushes, his body illuminating with the crackling of the thunders around him, twitching his body before he breathes out a few times to calm himself down.

How is he so lucky? How is he blessed with having your lips wrapped around his cock, just looking at you is tightening a knot in his belly, and he can’t help but throw his head back and close his eyes in an effort to prolong his orgasm to feel even more of you.

He doesn't open his eyes until he feels a looming shadow on him, and that's when he catches sight of you again, the moon hitting your face, your glistening precum-covered lips smiling down at him.

“Want me to take care of you?” You tease, chuckling breathlessly as Denki feels your pussy on his cock, your slick covering it as you roll your hips and feel your pussy gush at the way his body shivers in ecstasy at your touch. “Yes! Please mommy ye-”

“Mommy?” Did he just say it out loud? “No, ah- fuck, no-no I didn’t say that I-” you don’t even let him talk, gyrating your hips again, covering his dick with your slick, without having your walls flutter around him just yet.

It takes a few teasing grinds of you against him to have him sobbing at this point, “m-mommy please just please! I wanna, ah” he thrashes when the tip of his leaky cock catches your clit, the lightnings he’s producing passing by his eyes and obscuring his blurry vision for a while, before he’s blessed with the sight of you beautifully arched on top of him. “In, in, wanna feel the pretty pussy, please please lemme feel the pretty pussy.” it's just meaningless babbling at this point, anything to get your walls tightening around his cock, all sensitive from being rubbed against you for god knows how long.

And when his head catches your cunt, he all but cries out at the way it clenches at the head, bucking his hips up to feel more of you. Wanting you to swallow him whole, take him all the way in. “Y’gonna just fuck into my pussy like that, hmm? Is that how you’re treatin’ mommy now?” “n-no! Ah, m’sorry pleaseplease, I just, you feel s’good, you’re s’tight aaah, wanna feel more, please I want more more more,” and he does. So, without a warning, you drop your hips and impale yourself on his cock, and for fuck’s sake all of what Denki saw what white for a few seconds, he could’ve sworn he heard a few angels singing, even.

“That what you want, hmm? Want her to take care of her pretty boy?” you pout mockingly, bouncing yourself on his lap as he tries to grab hold of your hips to guide you, but the way you’re jerking his body has his head dizzy and his sight swimming, the low buzzing of his quirk muffled by the wet slaps of your skin against his, your ass clapping against his thighs and he doesn’t think he’ll ever forget that sound, and he just settles for letting you please yourself with his cock, because if you’re gonna use him as a fucking dildo, then he wouldn’t fucking have it any other way.

Weakly snapping his hips upwards with the drops of your hips, Denki’s leg shake and it takes a few more times for his cock to fully seath itself in your tight walls for him to let go, feeling your pussy squeeze his cock for all his worth as your pants turn into whines, suddenly they’re very afar, almost like you’re underwater. Yet he’s the one feeling like his lungs are constricted when he hears the name you’re calling, and it isn’t his. “Ka- ahh- suki…”

Only then does Denki realize that you aren’t in his room, your discarded rope isn’t thrown haphazardly on the floor by the door, your slick isn’t covering his thigh or coating his dick, and the worst of all, your pussy isn’t the one that has been squeezing his cock, oh no.

It was his hand, those slender fingers wrapping around his softening cock, smeared with his cum. He lifts his hand in horror, disgust and shame eating him up, especially when his ears perk up at your sound.

“Fuck, Katsu- yesyesyes, right there, yes!” Whatever nausea he felt subsiding is coming back tenfold, burning his throat as he slaps his hand over his mouth, anything to stop himself from puking on himself.

“Ha, that what you want? Getting dicked down after havin’ fun with that fuckin’ dunce face.” The wet sounds of Bakugou’s hips slapping yours is almost making his ears bleed. “Havin’ that prick touchin’ ya like that. Fuckin’ slut, all of that to rile me up so I can fuck that tight lil pussy, that what you want?”

Denki doesn’t know what’s the last nail on the coffin, the absolute filth being spewed to you, tainting your angelic ears, that aren’t meant to hear anything but praises and confessions of love and gratitude, the fact that you’re squealing and moaning for him to fuck you even harder, or the fact that he’s listening to every squealching sound, every creak the bed made, every slam of the headboard against your shared wall, every breath, every moan, every scream, everything.

That's when Denki flings himself off of the bed and empties his stomach, right on the floor next to his bed, tears stinging his eyes as he tries to trick himself that it's because of the way his throat is burning and not because of the way his heart is shattering, feeling it wrenched from his chest and thrown on the floor, stepped on and spat on and just beaten to the point of no return.

Sniffing and lifting his head up, Denki can’t help but see red, his whole body crackling with newfound vigor, his whole body is numb, like his quirk is taking the lead, putting his consciousness on the back burner. He chuckles, despite you moaning out Katsuki’s name when you find your release, despite him calling yours as he finds his, despite hearing your giggles and the kisses he’s pressing against god knows where on your body, despite the tears streaming down his face.

The last thing Denki remembers before he lets his quirk take complete control over him, is the humming of energy, the fleeting blinding brightness, the shattering of the light bulbs all around him, the loud deafening bangs, almost like music to his ears and finally, the sound of you screeching in horror. 

Hope you like it! Kithes kithes

[titan-fodder]

GREEDY - S. GOJO

Raiting: E

Pairing: Gojo x fem!reader

wc: ~1.7k

Warnings: panty stuffing. only not with panties.

A/N: this is a repost from my old account. i still vividly remember daydreaming about this while driving lmao.

“Toru—T-Toru, please,” you beg, hips bucking upward as the man hovering over you simply smirks and continues at the same agonizingly slow pace. 

 You clench around his long fingers, your body begging for him to go faster, go deeper, to just give you more. 

 “Please what, hm?” Amusement makes his voice dance, previously husky tones wavering as he delights in the way you squirm. No matter how hard he tries to stay calm and aloof, Satoru can’t ever quite hide his giddy personality, not entirely.

 “Please—I want—I need more. I’m ready for you.”

 The pads of his fingers drag along the spongy spot inside you that makes you cry out and writhe, legs spreading further as you dig your heels into the mattress and try to fuck yourself harder.

 “You’re eager tonight,” Satoru hums, dipping down to brush his lips over yours. You surge upward to kiss him desperately, biting down on his lower lip and pulling another little chuckle from him before he pins you down firmly, retaking control with ease. 

 Playing special attention to what his fingers are doing—massaging your g-spot while his thumb presses against your clit—Satoru teases, “Are you ready to come, baby doll?” You nod against him, eyes fluttering and taking in nothing but the black of his blindfold. “You wanna come all over my cock?”

 “Yes,” your gasp. “Yes, please, please, Toru.”

 Your walls squeeze the digits buried in your cunt, but Satoru still stretches your dripping hole with a scissoring motion, makes a thoughtful little noise in his throat. “You think you’re ready?”

 That sing-song lilt is driving you crazy. You just want him to get to the point. No more teasing, no more edging, just him deep inside your pussy, fucking you within an inch of your sanity like he always does. 

 “I swear to god, Toru, if you don’t get on with—”

 “Ah, ah, this is no place for threats or ultimatums.” He sounds absolutely scandalized, and you nearly sob when he removes his fingers from you only to spread them out over his bare chest like he’s offended. 

 You breathe out through your teeth, squeeze your eyes shut and try to keep your body from shaking with disappointment. You feel far too empty, completely unsatisfied. Then—

 “You wanna get stuffed?”

 Cracking an eye open, you push your lips out in contemplation, watching curiously as Satoru slowly takes his blindfold off and flicks hair from his eyes. Fuck, those eyes. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to seeing them, even if you’re one of the only people he trusts enough to show.

 Temporarily dumbstruck, you barely hear him quietly call out again, “Baby doll?”

 “Hm?” Right, his question. “Yeah—I… I do.”

 Satoru grins widely, beautifully, and strokes over the dark fabric. Breath quickening, you raise up on your elbows to get closer, assuming he’s about to tie it around your face like he has before, but he gently pushes you back against the pillows and shakes his head. 

 “Cute, but no.” Your lips part in question. Before you can ask anything, though, Satoru continues. “You’re being greedy tonight—don’t wanna play any of my games,” he pouts, sitting back on his knees right between your legs. 

 You gasp when he uses two fingers to spread your lips apart, and your body heats as you feel his gaze on you, watching the way your cunt contracts around absolutely nothing.  

 “So I’ll stuff this pretty pussy—you don’t have to worry about that,” he assures you, and that almost manic grin is back. “Just not with what you want.”

 Something soft teases your folds. It's familiar, but you've never felt it there, and your jaw drops at the suggestion. 

 A few things run through your head at once, more feelings than thoughts—hesitance, mild disgust, curiosity. 

 "But—" Satoru's fingers dip into your heat again, but this time they're guiding silken material. Your breath catches in your throat as you stutter an unsure, "But, it'll get dirty…" Still, your toes curl, now fully processing what is happening. It's filthy and foreign, but the way Satoru let's out a shuddering breath makes it worth it. 

 When you glance down at him, you find an expression that can only be described as wonder on his handsome face, light eyes wide and sparkling even in the dark as he methodically pushes more and more of his blindfold into you. 

 It's an odd sensation. The fabric bunches up, slowly filling you up in a way you've never experienced before. It isn't nearly as satisfying as Satoru himself, but something about it leaves you quaking. 

 "Halfway in, baby," he murmurs, sweetly kissing the side of your knee. You only moan in response, volume growing when Satoru dips forward to flick his tongue over your swollen clit. Your thighs quiver, and you arch off the mattress when he begins sucking. 

 "Ohh, fuck, fuck, fuck."

 Warmth blooms in your gut. You contract around the intrusion almost rhythmically, and Satoru lifts his head to watch, stuffing you until he finally says, "There we go, good girl, you took it all." He sounds more than pleased, almost proud.

 It wasn't as if it was particularly hard. You've taken more—fuck, you take Satoru on a regular basis, and he is not small. 

 There's obviously something inside you, not small but not big. It shrinks when you clench, expands when you relax, and it isn't smooth nor is it rough. It's just… Weird. 

 But, it's also extremely fucking hot. 

 "Now…" Satoru is staring at your face now, gaze just a little too mischievous for your liking as he uses both his hands to rub up and down your thighs. "Ready for phase two?" 

 "Uhh… I guess?" Your voice is high pitched and breathy, but you at least manage to frown at him. 

 Grinning sideways, Satoru nods in approval, hair bouncing with the movement. "Okay, good." 

 A finger is suddenly rubbing over your clit, causing you to inhale sharply. He pauses to wet it with his own spit before returning to your little bud, massaging in slow circles. You groan, hips bucking until Satoru pins them to the bed with his free hand. 

 That warmth grows and spreads, and you can feel your pussy begin to drool, except… you're not dripping, not making the mess you usually do. 

 You blink hooded eyes at Satoru who almost looks to have read your mind, and he glances down at your stuffed hole, licks his lips, then tells you, "When I pull that out of you, it better be soaking wet and covered in cream."

 Letting out something between a laugh and a cry, you nod obediently and spread your legs forward, moaning out, "Toru," when he descends on you again, his mouth working your clit until you're tugging at his hair and seeing stars. 

 Satoru licks and sucks as you unravel around him, groans in appreciation when you start coming and pushes a finger back into you, shoving his blindfold just a little deeper. You can visualize more than feel it absorbing your juices, shudder at the idea. 

 But that's what he wants, so that's what he gets. 

 Satoru pulls three orgasms out of you, watches as you sweat and shake for him. The last one leaves your muscles seizing, your pussy pulsing as if trying to push the material from your body, and you let out a strangled sound when you feel him take hold of it and begin to gently tug. 

 Unable to help yourself, you raise up to watch, noting the way Satoru's jaw drops, how he breathes out an appreciative, "Fuck yeah, baby." 

 You bite your lip at the feeling of fabric dragging against your sensitive walls, and you shouldn't be surprised at what you see—you really shouldn't—but you still are, eyebrows raising more and more. 

 Satoru's blindfold is still very obviously black, actually even darker than before since it's wet (very wet), but it's also decorated in thick lines of white. You would be embarrassed if Satoru didn't look like he was holding some kind of holy item, but the way he's staring at it just has you feeling bashful. 

 And maybe a little hot. 

 Satoru's blue eyes drift to your face, and he must see it in the way you're watching him. You still want him. 

 "Three times, and you're still not satisfied?" He sighs dramatically, but he's smiling. 

 You shake your head, tell him, "I want you, Toru." 

 "Mm." As if deep in thought, Satoru taps his chin with a glistening finger, makes you wait a few seconds too long before shrugging his shoulders. "I guess I can humor you."

 You scoff, but the way he's quickly on his feet and peeling off his boxer briefs contradicts his previous hesitance. 

 Giggling, you reach for Satoru enthusiastically, excited as he fists his thick cock, stroking a few times until a string of pre drips from it. 

 "Yes, yes, yes—oooh," you throw your head back as he slides into you, eyes rolling, tongue poking out of your mouth and immediately getting sucked into Satoru's. 

 He fucks you hard and fast, filling you like you've wanted him to all god damn night. Your legs wrap around his waist at the same time his hand wraps around your throat, fingertips digging into your flesh just enough to be uncomfortable. Your messy cunt spasms around him, and Satoru falls to his forearm and groans right in your ear. 

 His stamina is god-like, and he lasts just a little too long considering how overstimulated you are. By the time he comes, cockhead nestled right against your cervix, you're swollen and spent. 

 "Fuuuck," Satoru drawls, slowly pulling out of you. 

 You hum in vague agreement, manage a sleepy, "I'm gonna be feelin' this tomorrow." 

 Satoru makes a sympathetic noise and gently strokes over your puffy folds so that you hiss and wriggle. 

 "Poor baby." 

 You swat at his hand half-heartedly, but he gets the picture, moves over you and dips down for a languid kiss. 

 "Need a towel," you grumble against him. "Made a mess."

 "Should be one in the laundry basket. I'll grab it." 

 He's rolling off of you in an instant, digging through fresh clothes until he finds what he's looking for with a victorious, "Aha!" 

 "And, speaking of laundry—" you hold up a hand and gesture nebulously to the floor without opening your eyes, "—make sure to throw your blindfold in the dirty clothes."

[freshthoughts2020]

PERCEPTION CHANGES

PERCEPTION CHANGES

January 30, 2022

One day I was listening to The Boy, (Drizzy Drake), I believe it was No Friends in the Industry, and I was like wow its crazy how menacing Drake sounds now. I remember when he was the bud of soft jokes, he may get those jokes still but its nowhere near how it was pre Nothing Was the Same. It had me thinking like man perception really changes.

Perception can be defined as “ a way of regarding, understanding, or interpreting something; a mental impression “. I vividly recall Drake’s original reception among rap fans. He was the loverboy way before CLB, but thats it, He was the guy who rapped extremely well but he was just a “soft guy” in his feelings. I never felt Drake was soft, if that’s the case everybody whoever made a R&B song is soft. People was letting his R&B side define him because that was extremely popular with women. So if you cater to women somehow you'‘re “soft”.

Anyways…

I believe perception started to changed for Drake starting with his 2015 release “If You’re Reading This Its Too Late”. Some may regard it as his best album and if it isn’t its definitely his most controversial release. As we all know, Drizzy’s pen was brought into question when Meek Mill exposed via twitter that Quentin Miller was the ghostwriter behind the most coveted singles on the project. Hip Hop purists were left flabbergasted, “oh no the boy didn’t write his raps for this album”, “how long has this going on???”, “is his 6pack even real"???!!”, by the way no one said that but pillars in the hip hop community were disappointed in the news. However, the real Drake fans did not give a single damn that he had help with his hits. We heard the demos, we were elated Quentin did not release the records as the main recording artist.

As most can recall when Meek called out Drake many thought it was the end of Aubrey Graham as we know it, and if this was to go into an audio world war, Meek and boisterous voice would surely come out the victor. What’s so ironic is, back in 2013 during our college days me and my roommates had a hypothetical argument about who would win in a battle, Drake or Meek Mill?

Me and one of my roommates instantly said Drake. My other roommate said Meek without a second thought and his reasoning was the same as any other rap fan, “Meek was a battle rapper this is what he do!!”. That mattered to me none beloved, I knew Drake is a perpetual student of the game and I recalled some spats he had during the Comeback Season era. I knew he would be more than ready but the world didn’t.

So Drake released Back to Back after the warning shot Charged Up and from this moment he began to look like the big bad wolf to me. Check it out, he drops Summer Sixteen which was basically a taunt for the first half of the song. Then he makes songs like Free Smoke, talking reckless saying anyone can get it. He gets so deep in his aggressive Drake rap bag people started rumors that he had XXXtentacion killed. And people supposedly had evidence! Wait… but this was just the guy everyone called soft but now people believe he’s capable of murdering bubbling rap stars.

It doesn’t make things better when he then drops a song called “Mob Ties” bragging about his “alleged” Houston street connections. It doesn’t stops there beloved, he gets on the 2019 song of the year, SICKO MODE and had everybody singing about driving down Ye’s block and shooting it up lmao! Oh you thought it was over??? No!! During the 2020 quarantine he dropped a viral tiktok inspired hit “Toosie Slide”. Everyone’s dancing but he spends the whole song basically talking about murdering someone and no one batted a eye! lmao.

So how did perception change from softest guy in the universe to 6God Badmon??! It’s quite simple actually,

I. CONSISTENCY

Often first impressions are last impressions, meaning what someone first meet you as that’s how you are always perceived at them. If you was the square dude that wasn’t known for having money or being flashy but years later you turn into a flashy street guy, no one’s gonna think hey that’s “flashy street guy”. They’re going to think why is “square basic dude” trying to be “flashy street guy”.

The only way we’ll believe “flashy street guy” is who he is, is if he consistently shows us that. We gotta see you flashing more than a year or two, and its gotta be gradual, you just can’t pop up on the gram with a stick in your hand when you just had a Charles Darwin book in your hand. Boy go sit down!!

Drizzy didn’t just start popping up outta nowhere with more aggressiveness in his raps it was build up. He let us know in 2013 on Pound Cake/Paris Morton 2 “Screw all that happy to be here ish yall want me on”. He was being bold saying yall gon respect, when his respect was tested for the first time on a huge level with Meek he responded accordingly. Another thing his image changed, he wasn’t scrawny Degrassi drake. He got muscles and a beard and looked like he was capable of physical damage. So the progressive tough talk was easier to digest.

This went longer than I intended, but all in all I wanted to make my point that someone perception of you can change over time. Various factors must come into play first. It even happened in my own life but that is a story for another day.

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[touyasdoll]

BY! THE! FUCKIN! GODS! ABOVE!!!!! 🥵🥵

Those ideas for my poly suggests… Hell yes, Ma’am! 🥺❤️‍🔥😩 Omg your ideas are hot as fuck & absolutely got those dynamics down good. Shit, you could take me down with genius like this…

😏😏 Still, like, I gotta add a decent bounce back, yanno~? Enjoy~!!!!!

😏😏😏😏❤️‍🔥

Shinsou would encourage all those little acts of rebellion in you, plans formed to tell Bakugou later & setting up the scene jus right — but he would also use that deep, sensual & commanding tone when you go some inches too far. He half enables you to take it further on, these bad behaviors, & half warns that you really, really don’t wish to do that, baby girl.

A pity you don’t listen to that latter part. (or is it?)

Pushing the limits would have you tied up in the blink of an eye & restrained all in such a way that you wouldn’t be able to move, at his mercy to where he could, & will, do anything to punish a brat like you. He’d have you begging & whimpering wantonly, especially if he had that bratty mouth of yours all busy with a toy or his dick.

If it’s a toy than he can set you up with it in place of a ball gag, or maybe connected to a fuckmachine, leaving him free to edge you for however long youve earned. In, out, but never deep, never hard enough. He would tease you through your punishment & how!!!!!

If it’s his dick, well, his hand would be firmly in your hair, guiding you just so, all alternating between soft pets & firm tugs as he scolded you, asking what you were thinking, tsking you for being so naughty as to ignore him, telling how disappointed he is… But maybe you can fix that by taking what’s due… & if you’re a particularly good girl, well, then Katsuki doesn’t have to know about your behavior that day. It would already be taken care of— if you obey & are punished like the brat you’ve been acting like, that is. (Hitōshi will just save it for another, far more enjoyable day later in the week.Watching his work unfold,having a right to be satisfied after all.)

❤️‍🔥😏❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥😏

Touya and Hawks would be such little shits through their relationship with you. Oh, they can be romantic, and you’d never doubt their love for one another and you, but like Dabi has you tie Hawks up, Hawks also will get back at y’all’s boyfriend with you in the next go around.

Hawks will wait until Dabi gets you just so hot & bothered, panting like a cat in heat with hands scrabbling at the ties that bind them & only allow enough movement for you to be flipped over without injury. Dabi would get you to the point of begging for more, for relief— your clothes singed & torn, scraps now really, & panties just pushed aside instead of taken off, though they’re jus so already absolutely ruined either way. He would’ve used his fingers in long, light pets along your skin, your legs, thighs & firm yet long strokes inside you as he opened you up with a smirk on his face. Smug as fuck.

He’d use his mouth to tease with open kisses along your skin, surging up to devour your mouth when you least expect it and then switching to sucking & nipping at your breasts just as he changes the pattern of the strokes he’s making inside you, smirking all the more pleased with himself at the sounds you make.

& like if that wasn’t enough, he’d of pulled away each time you came close and left you wanting more only to come back to play with a toy or more— toys used in such a way that it oughta be illegal for how it absolutely wrecks you, has you filthily wet & babbling, your face full of tears & a gorgeous sheen of sweat all over.

Yet, he still hasn’t given you what you want. Still hasn’t hit that spot. No, he’s done everything but take you how you need. That’s okay, though, he murmurs into your hair. He’ll fix that right now, since you’ve been such a good girl for your Daddy, letting him get you all ready.

Then, just as he’s about to take you, Hawks will snatch the opportunity away. He’ll have moved just a bit quicker to settle himself inside you, preening line a peacock at his prize as he informs you both of how good you feel to be inside while ignoring Dabi’s words & glare. Dabi whos growling lowly in your ear, sayi g how he’ll take you soon like he promised so you’d better not tire out jus yet. All of those words mixed in with a buncha insults for the birdman.

Because, as I said, they’re both absolute lil shits. But they’ll take care of you between this & the next round, because they do love you, & Dabi is set on getting his turn to be inside you. You’ve got enough energy left for that, right? For your Daddy to finish up with what was stolen from him? You’re a good girl who can still take it, who needs to be filled up all over again.

& when he puts it like that, how can you say no? Your empty pussy wouldn’t let you anyways. All he has to do is slip a finger inside & you’d clench around him in want, need, no matter how spent you’ve been already. He did promise, after all.

❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥🥵❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

…whew!!!!! That took some outta me lmao! Don’t think I took a break since I started writing up my reply! Ngl, I’d pretty it up for ya, but I am in desparate need for some food rn. 😅😝

- Invisible Ribbitch

I didn’t expect to wake up to this type of filth in my inbox, but I fucking LOVE it 😩🥵 you’ve started my day off so right lmao

Being toyed with & fought over like that by such fine men?? A dream 😍

[marvelfansince08love]

A Christmas Gift

Word Count: 4K

Pairing: Cordelia Goode x Ally Mayfair-Richards x Reader 

Warning: Smut 18+ (a little filthy, you’ve been warned) 

Enjoy my loves! Merry Christmas to you all, Mwah x

This is how I picture Cordelia’s dress later in the fic (may have gotten carried away so I’ll just go hide in a corner lmao)

Tagging a few of my loves💛 : @waitingfortheendtocome @natasha-danvers @mssallymckenna @grilledcheeseandguavajelly @pearplate @r0an0ke @coconutlipss @minavenable @venablemayfairgoode @versonstar @veteranwerewolf95 @fandom-nsfw-things @saucy-sapphic @creepingwolfberry @nyx-aira @witchxaf @duchessfics @billiedeansbottom

A Christmas Gift 

The smell of freshly baked cookies and coffee travels from the kitchen as you take in the Christmas morning. Smiling softly as you pass the living room, presents stacked high around the tree that stands tall in the corner of the room ready for a certain well behaved boy; who continues to sleep peacefully unaware that the big guy in red has been and gone. Wrapping your arms around yourself, your smile turns into a huge grin when you take in the scene before you. Ally stands by the coffee machine as she pours coffee into her mug humming quietly to the well known Christmas song that plays from the speaker, Cordelia sways softly to the beat of the joyous tune placing the cookies onto the plate at the kitchen table. Leaning against the doorframe you bask in the image before you, grinning ridiculously when you take in their red and white pyjamas that match your own. Oz had insisted that this year you all wore matching pyjamas on Christmas day and you were not to change out of them all day, Ally had put her foot down about that last part. 

Cordelia notices your presence first, gazing over at you with her chocolate brown eyes so full of love as her lip twitches into a soft grin. You move away from the doorframe, tiptoeing quietly over to your blonde wife, pressing a kiss to her hair as you whisper into her ear, eyeing Ally who continues to tidy around the counter area still unaware of your presence with her back turned as the music blares from the speaker next to her. 

“Merry Christmas, my love.” Cordelia leans into you, a soft smile appearing on her lips. Her gaze meets yours as you nod over to your brunette wife, winking playful at the blonde as her eyes sparkle with mischief. Moving away from the witch, you move quietly over to Ally wrapping your arms around her waist holding her flushed against you, feeling her tense for a brief moment before relaxing into your familiar embrace. Propping your chin onto her shoulder, you turn slightly to press a delicate kiss to her exposed neck. 

“Merry Christmas, beautiful.” You whisper close to her ear. She turns in your arms holding onto your shoulders as she pecks your lips, smiling widely against your mouth. 

“Merry Christmas, sleepyhead.” She teases, before turning back around and grabbing the freshly brewed coffee and the herbal tea, brushing past you playfully she places the tea in front of the blonde who sits at the kitchen table. She kisses the brunette in thanks, brown eyes locked onto brown for a moment a feeling of warm contentedness flows through the room as you watch the pair, your heart full at the sight. You are interrupted by the sound of loud thudding as smaller feet sprint down the stairs, making you share a knowing look with the two matching their grins. Oz sprints straight into the kitchen, his eyes bursting with excitement as his thick blonde hair sticks out in all directions, glasses slightly crooked perched on his nose. 

“He’s been, he’s been!!” He exclaims, grinning from ear to ear. Ally moves forward first wrapping her arms around his shoulders, kissing the top of his blonde curls. 

“Wanna see what he’s left you?” She mutters into his hair making the boy nod excitedly before sprinting off in the direction that matters most. You smile into your mug basking in the smell of coffee early in the morning, as Ally races after the boy. Cordelia glances over to you a mischievous glint within her brown eyes as she saunters over towards you, eyeing her form you watch on in apprehension. The blonde witch flushes herself up against your side as she takes your mug grimacing slightly at the strong coffee smell, placing it onto the counter next to her. Her lips brush along your cheek before resting close to your ear. 

“I hope you enjoy your present, my love. I have to say it fits perfectly.” She purrs, before leaving a wet trail of kisses along your neck. Within a blink of an eye the blonde saunters off following the departed footsteps of your other wife and son. You gape for a moment, your brain trying to process her words as if you imagined them before shaking yourself out of your dirty thoughts and sprinting after your family. 

‘God I love Christmas,’ You thought wistfully, coffee long forgotten. 

***

You were never one for Christmas holidays, the idea of a big jolly fella in a red Santa suit delivering presents always seemed so ridiculous to you but as you sit curled up into the corner of the sofa with the comfortable weight of your excited son snuggled close to your side, you are thankful to have a new, more positive perspective on the day. With the wrapping paper now removed from the living room; per Ally’s request and presents neatly piled in the corner of the room, you all sit cozied up around the big TV, watching as the tall giant dressed in an elf’s costume runs around New York looking for his dad. Cordelia glances over to you from above Oz’s mob of blonde curls and winks smiling softly as she pulls Ally closer to her on her other side. The peaceful atmosphere is quickly ruined by the horrible sound of your cell phone, groaning as you gently remove the tired boy that is slumped against you, who automatically curls into Cordelia making your heart ache at the disruption. Grabbing the irritable phone from the table, you quickly answer the person who is intruding on your family time. Ready to give them a piece of your mind, you pause after hearing the sound of sobbing coming through the other end. 

“Katie?” You ask, frowning at her heart wrenching sobs. You feel Ally and Cordelia’s gaze on you as you remove yourself from the living room, confusion evident within their matching brown eyes. 

“Y/N, I- I’m so sorry f- for calling you. Oh my god why did I-i call you, it’s fine I can sort it,” Katie stutters between her sobs, scolding herself. Quickly moving into the hallway and away from tiny prying ears, you try to calm her. 

“Katie, dear. I need you to breathe for me so you can tell me what’s wrong, okay?” You instruct softly, you jump slightly at the light touch on your shoulder. Turning to see a frowning Ally who eyes up the phone in your hand, she mouths ‘is she okay?’. You nod reassuring her, squeezing her hand before turning my attention back to my business partner.  You hear her take a deep breath in before rushing out a very in depth story about how the business deal with Harrison and Co has fallen through and how she’s tried her best to regain their attention, even amending certain demands  on the contract but with no such luck. 

“Y/N, I am so sorry. I really tried to get them back on our side but..” 

“They want to talk to me.” You state, knowing exactly where she was going with this phone call the moment you picked up the phone. Your eyes lock with Ally’s as you watch her bite her lip, her eyes full of understanding but you know by the slight dip of her brows that she’s disappointed. Sighing tiredly you continue your conversation with Katie. 

“Are they there now?”

“Yes, they would like to discuss with you new terms. Again I’m really sorry Y/N.” She apologises, sounding like she is on the verge of tears again. You reassure her and tell her that you will be there within the hour. Ending the phone call makes you huff in frustration, the only thing helping you relax is the soft touch of your wife’s hands that cradle your face, her thumb stroking calming strokes against your cheekbones. 

“Baby I’m really sorry-” Ally shushes you softly, pecking your lips in reassurance understanding the importance of this deal. 

“You gotta do what you gotta do, baby. We’ll be here with some hot cocoa when you get back annnd my parents are excited to have Oz tonight,” She trails off suggestively, biting down on her lower lip with a quirked dark eyebrow. You match her grin, kissing her hard, appreciating her understanding nature. Wrapping your arm around her waist you pull her close and slowly make your way back into the living room, feeling your shoulders tense slightly when you see your two favourite blondes singing softly along with Jovie and Buddy. Cordelia glances over to you both noticing your tense posture and sadden eyes, due to her distraction from her duet with Oz the boy turns around curiously looking at you and Ally with his big brown eyes. 

“You okay, Mama?” He asks, his innocent voice making you melt at his concern. Moving away from Ally you round the sofa and crotch in front of the boy. 

“You remember that big business deal Mama and Aunt Katie were working on?” He nods along, remembering the many nights you and Katie would work rather late into the night, stacks of paper scattered around the kitchen table. “Well it seems the boys we were working with no longer want to and they are being a little greedy and wanting more… candy from us,” 

“That’s very greedy Mama,” He adds, agreeing with your analogy. You grin softly and you see the soft glint in Cordelia and Ally’s eyes as they sit either side of him. Brushing his messy mop of hair from his eyes you continue. 

“Yes, very greedy Ozzy. So, because the boys are being greedy, Mama needs to go and ask if the boys would like to play nice since it’s Christmas and all... I’m sorry Oz but I promise tomorrow I’ll pick you up from Grandma and Grandpa’s house and we can go down to Milton Hill and go sledging!” You promise watching as his eyes light with glee at the prospect. He sticks out his pinkie finger to you making you smile softly before proceeding to lock your larger pinkie with his sealing the deal. 

“Deal Mama! Can we ask if Jackson can come?!” He asks, his voice becoming louder with the excitement. You nod vigorously basking in his excitement and slightly relieved that you have such an understanding family. Luckily this is the first and will definitely be the last time you miss out on Christmas for work - deal or not. Reaching up to place a kiss on the crown of his head, you move over to your blonde lover, conflict still evident in your eyes, she gently grips your clothing and pulls you closer, your nose brushing softly against hers as she presses a delicate kiss to your lips. 

“Hurry up home, my love.” She whispers gently against your lips as you pull away, flustered by the intensity of her brown eyes as she eyes you lovingly. Clearing your throat you nod stumbling to your feet, as Oz giggles into Ally’s side at his blonde mothers mischief, you quickly press a gentle kiss to Ally’s temple on your way past, heading for your shared room to change. 

Once changed and with more kisses given you head out into the cold quiet afternoon ready to get your deal finalised and sealed, determined to get back to your wives before nightfall. Stepping into the car you glance briefly through the gap of the living room curtain taking in your family who are still in their matching pyjamas, wanting nothing more than to be snuggled amongst them. 

***

Stepping back through into your warm toasty home you sigh, finally relaxing. Placing the cold bottle of champagne onto the side table, you remove your coat and gloves shaking the small remanence of snow. Frowning at the quietness, you remove your boots and head for the living room taking the cold champagne bottle with you. You stop abruptly by the open door frame staring openly at your senator wife, who is currently lounged lazily over the single armchair, her legs hanging over the arm of the chair, her skin glowing a light orange from the burning fireplace beside her. A lovely shade of Christmas green lingerie on display for your eyes only, with a book in her hand she peeks over her page to take you in through hooded eyes before her eyes land on the loosely gripped bottle. 

“They accepted?!” She asks, her voice laced with excitement placing her book onto the small table stand next to her. She slowly gets up from her position and saunters over to you agonizingly slow as you both drink each other in. Your eyes darken the closer she gets, seeing how well the bra fits her breasts making them look exceptional against her chest. The contrast between the green material and her skin are undeniably pleasing, her dark brown hair that frames perfectly around her face tying up the view in front of you perfectly. Licking your lips hungrily you finally find your voice and reply. 

“They did, I thought we could celebrate.” You inform, tightening your hold around the neck of the bottle. She nods only half listening to you as she skims her fingers up your arm and towards your neck where she laces her fingers around your neck  keeping a tight hold of you actively pulling you closer to her. Brushing her lips across yours, she allows her tongue to leave a wet trail against your dry lips warming them from the bitter cold outside, you gasp at the warm touch. 

“Let me go and grab the champagne glasses, I’ll be right back. Don’t move,” She husks against your lips before sauntering away from you giving you a great view of her ass as she sways purposely. Fighting back a groan, you scan the room for any traces of your other wife knowing that the crafty witch wouldn’t be too far away from all the fun. 

“Delia is sorting out your Christmas gift, Oz left with my parents about half an hour ago,” Ally answers my non-vocal question, watching as a knowing glint shines bright in her dark eyes. You squint at the innocent expression that she gives you, knowing there’s more to her words. She chuckles lowly while taking a hold of your hand, transferring the bottle into her other arm, holding the three glasses in her hand. Your eyes darken further as you watch the curve of her ass with every step she takes leading you up the stairs. Ally stops by your shared bedroom door turning to wink at you before letting go of your hand.  

“Wait right here.” She demands, before sneaking into the bedroom shutting the door closed, leaving you no time to peek into the room that holds your Christmas gift. Not a moment later Ally comes back out, slightly breathless as you take in her blown dark pupils with a dirty grin she asks you the most important question. 

“Are you ready for your Christmas present?” She entices, coming to stand behind you placing her one hand over your eyes as the other pushes open the door, guiding you into the room you bite your lip in anticipation as you await for the darkness to unfold from your eyes so you can take in your surprise. Soft hands disappear from your eyes allowing you to open them at Ally’s soft instruction. 

Your eyes widen with lust as you take in the sight before you. Lying lazily on the bed with her back against the headboard, long blonde locks trail down over her covered breasts, is Cordelia. A short red bow tied teddy lingerie dress fits snugly around her body, the end brushing barely over the tops of her thighs as she grins straight at the pair of you, slowly bending both her knees spreading them apart given you a glimpse of her matching panties she beckons you forward with the crook of her finger. 

“Merry Christmas, Baby. Why don’t you go and unwrap your present?” Ally drawls into your ear, tracing the shell of your ear with her tongue making you shiver on the spot. You answer by removing your work clothes as quick as possible watching as Cordelia bites her lip in amusement at your enthusiasm. 

Now dressed down to only your underwear, you feel Cordelia’s heavy gaze drop to your breasts licking her lips hungrily. Before you advance forward you quickly turn and pull Ally flush against your body hearing her gasp at the sudden new position enjoying the feeling of your skin against hers, pressing a hard kiss to her lips you quickly pull back, eyeing her appreciatively. 

“As long as I get to ravish both my presents tonight,” You comment, a roguish grin appearing on your face. 

Ally giggles at your teasing demeanour before nodding biting her lip. Pressing a kiss to her neck, you turn back around and focus on your blonde wife. Keeping your eyes locked with hers you move forward slowly, taking her in from head to toe. Crawling onto your Queen sized bed you settle yourself in between her legs, placing your hands above either side of her head holding tight to the headboard. Bending down slightly you take her lips with your own in a delicate, slow kiss. Hearing her hum in satisfaction you deepened the kiss, bringing one hand down to grab hold of her breast, squeezing gently making her gasp. Her sudden gasp allows you to brush your tongue gently over hers, tangling them together as you continue to kiss sloppily. Pulling away slightly you look over your shoulder to see your brunette wife stalking around the bed, her eyes never leaving your entangled forms, you remove the hand that has found its place on Cordelia’s breast to entice her to join you. Her eyes brighten at the invitation, joining you both on the bed she lies on her side flushed against Cordelia as the blonde reaches over to capture the senators lips, the feeling of arousal settles low in your stomach at the sight beneath you. 

You move away briefly while they continue to make out, straddling Cordelia’s hip you finger the loose bowtie that keeps her breast hidden. Gently pulling at the material you watch satisfied as the bow becomes undone in front of you, revealing the swell of her breasts and perky nipples. Cordelia gasps as the cold hits her exposed chest, pulling away from Ally in the process who eyes her wife's’ breasts. With a similar thought process, you and Ally dive straight for the blondes chest taking a nipple into your mouth each and sucking delicately at the sensitive nub. Cordelia moans loudly into the lightly dimmed room, her hands instantly finding their place on top of your heads, keeping you both close as you lick and suck at the aroused nub. 

“Mmm, yes just like that.” She breathed, allowing her head to lean back against the headboard as she fidgets under you. 

You both continue to tease at the blondes chest watching as her breathing becomes more erratic, your hand skims down the side of her toned body feeling the material against your fingertips before reaching soft skin under the teddy dress. Removing yourself from her waist you settle in between her legs, your stomach pressed against her core making her rock against you harshly needing some friction as her arousal builds. You latch back onto her nipple as Ally moves to suck gently on Cordelia’s neck, her thumb brushing over the sensitive nub. Removing your mouth from her breast, you slither south pushing the material up towards her breast exposing her stomach. Placing wet kisses along her stomach you move closer to her wet spot, already smelling her arousal. Hovering close against her most needed spot you brush your nose gently against the offensive material before moving to focus on her inner thigh, nibbling softly at the skin before reaching for the panties sliding them along her toned legs wanting rid of the pair. You groan at the sight before you as you take in her already glistening pussy as she whimpers. 

“Baby, please. I need you.” She whines, before latching her lips onto Ally's, taking the brunette's bottom lip in between her teeth pulling a groan out of Ally. Satisfied with her pleads, you brush lightly over her slit with your tongue feeling her hips thrust upwards seeking firmer pressure. 

Pressing your tongue harder against her wet pussy, you continue to pleasure her with firm strokes of your tongue, collecting her arousal before latching onto her clit. You feel a second pair of legs next to you begin to fidget as Ally waits patiently for your attention. Moving your mouth away briefly, you grasp at Ally’s ankle gaining the brunettes’ attention from Cordelia’s lips. She eyes you, her gaze slightly hazy from her pleasure. 

“Lie next to Delia, baby. I told you I want to ravish both my presents tonight.” You husk, your words breathless as you eye her hungrily. Obediently, she lies comfortably next to Cordelia opening her legs slightly to allow you access. You moan at the dark wet patch against her green panties, tapping at her ankle she lifts her hips allowing you to remove her panties. Now settled, you reattach your mouth around Cordelia’s clit, as your thumb rubs firm circles over Ally’s clit watching as she withers above you. You continue to tease them with your mouth and fingers feeling them both thrust against you as they seek for more friction. Moving your thumb from Ally’s sensitive clit and your mouth from Delia’s you sit back leaning on your heels as you look down at the pair, bringing your fingers that are covered with Ally’s arousal to your lips making a show of wrapping your tongue that’s covered in Cordelia’s wet mess around your fingers watching as the pair follow your movements with their dark eyes. Placing your hands on top of Ally’s knees you gently pull her legs further apart before diving for her wet pussy, watching through hooded eyes as she throws her head back and arches her back at the touch. Cordelia whimpers at the site of her two loves, she goes to place her finger against her throbbing clit but you gently slap the hand away and take over her needs sliding your finger in between her lips, collecting her juices teasing her entrance before entering her  as your tongue continues to twirl around Ally’s throbbing clit. 

You feel your own pussy throb at the sight of your wives both coming undone by you, withering and pleading for release as you continue to pleasure them until they tighten around you feeling them clench and pulse around your tongue and fingers. Moans and groans grow louder the closer they reach their orgasm, glistening bodies coming undone before you. They both relax almost simultaneously as they allow their orgasm to wash over them. Your eyes sparkle with lust and love as you watch them catch their breaths, Cordelia’s lovely new red teddy dress crumbled and flimsy against her form. Placing one leg in between their open ones, you lean forward hovering over the pair as they look at you with hooded dark eyes. 

“Champagne?” You ask, licking at your lips hunger still evident in your eyes. They match your gaze and grin. Before they answer you squeal loudly as you feel yourself be removed from above them, Ally wraps her arm around your waist swapping your position from above them to lying against the soft mattress, your wives faces above you as they remove the remaining pieces of their clothing. 

“Drink can wait, we want to celebrate Christmas properly,” Ally's sultry voice sends shivers down your spine as you wiggle in anticipation. 

“Well then, Merry Christmas to me,” You mutter to yourself, grinning from ear to ear feeling grateful for these two goddesses that brighten your life. Christmas may have been a ridiculous holiday in the past for you but it’s true meaning has since changed since meeting these two wonderful women and your sweet blonde boy who is the beautiful mix of them both. With no more words spoken you allow the pair to worship you into the early hour, enjoying their soft touches.

[mxchellesworld]

Pretty Ricky

Spencer Reid x Poc!Reader

Synopsis; Giving Spencer a lesson in r&b goes better than expected

Warnings; smut, oral (female receiving), face sitting

part two of You know biggie

I added links for all the songs as their titles pop up:)

a/n; a few of yall asked for a part 2 so here it is! idk why this sudden wave of motivation to write is hitting me but i am not complaining lmao as always hope you enjoy!

***

It was 6pm when Spencer called you saying he was on the way. You had woken up slightly hung over from the party at Rossi’s the night before. When he offered to bring Chinese take out you had to hold in a moan at how good the greasy food sounded. 

You reached deep in your closet and pulled out the old cd’s you collected from your younger years. Along with pulling out your bluetooth speaker you were ready to blow his mind with the magic that was r&b. 

By the time the evening rolled around you were laying on the couch with old flannel pants you turned into shorts and an oversized t-shirt. Your curls sprawled around your head as you rested on one of your decorative pillows. 

The three knocks on the door made you perk up. “COMING,” you yelled as you pulled yourself up. Opening the door you were met with Spencer holding a large brown paper bag in one hand and a bottle of sparkling cider on the other. 

You took in the sight of him in something other than the suits he wears for work everyday. The t-shirt he had on was a salmon color and he wore jeans. Jeans! But of course on top he had on a cardigan. They were like a second skin to him. 

His speaking brought you out of your stupor, “Can I come in? This bag is getting heavy.” 

“Oh yeah of course,” you let out a giggle, “You think a bag of take out is heavy? That gun must weigh you down big time.”

“How many time have I saved your butt out there,” he questioned looking through your kitchen drawers for a bottle opener. 

You rolled your eyes and ruffled his hair bumping your hip with his as you opened the correct drawer then finally pulling out the opener, “You think about my butt often Spence?”

You could see the blush on his face as he took the bottle opener out of your hands. Opening your cabinets you reached up to pull out some plates and set them over on your table. 

“Alright Spence, we’ll guide you in easily,” you said walking over to your speaker, “now you know you’re my favorite white boy but let me put you on to Justin Timberlake.” 

“Favorite white boy,” he said with a look of confusion. 

“Yeah you know, unproblematic, definitely invited to the cookout, and most definitely romances all the ladies,” you shot him a wink from across the living room just as Summer Love came on.

“I’ve never been to a cookout,” he said with a small pout on his lips. 

“We’ll just have to fix that then,” you said serving yourself chow mein. 

As the music played on little eating was done on your part. Spencer watched you in awe as you gave small backgrounds on the artists. It was entrancing to see you in all your natural glory teaching him about something he wasn’t too well versed in. His absolute favorite was you using the fork as microphone to serenade him like you did in the car. However something about this time was a but more intimate. 

Poison came on and you lit up like a Christmas tree. Naturally you pulled Spencer into your living room to dance with you. 

“Cmon Spence show me your moves. How do you get down in the club,” you said adding a sway to your hips. 

“Y/n I don’t really dance,” he said watching as you grabbed his hands to try and get him into the rhythm. 

“Please Spencerrr, humor me,” you said with a pout that spread into a smile across your face. 

Suddenly the lyrics ‘never trust a big butt and a smile’ made so much more sense in his head. 

Never being one to disappoint he let his noodle like limbs move to what he thought was the beat. It was a little off but you were enjoying it nonetheless. 

“Yeah get it Pretty Ricky,” you cheered him on as laughs bubbled through each of your lips. 

You gasped, “That’s it! Do you know that there is a group with your nickname?”

“Oh there is?”

You hummed as Grind on Me flowed out of the speakers. With a sudden gain of confidence you backed Spencer up until the back of his legs hit the couch. He yelped as his bottom hit the couch and you straddled his lap. 

“Is this ok baby,” you asked leaning in so your lips were inches apart. He eagerly nodded. Leaning back his hands protectively wrapped around your waist to keep you from going too far. 

He was mesmerized as you grinded up against his growing bulge and continued to the sing provocative lyrics right against his lips. If he had died this was what his heaven was. 

The way the sunset flowing in through the windows did wonders for your naturally glowing skin. It illuminated your brown orbs on a whole other level.

He had enough of the teasing and put both hands on the sides of your face to pull you in for a heated kiss. You let out gasps at the roughness of his peppermint lips and the friction from under you. 

His hands slipped down around to cup your ass and gave it a squeeze. Ok white boy got moves, you thought. You let your lips drift down to his long neck leaving marks until you found the sweet spot under his ear. 

Both of you were too occupied to notice the song switch to Neighbors Know my Name. Fitting. 

Spencer mumbling something caught your attention, “Sit on my face.” 

You looked into his eyes searching for signs he was joking but the only thing visible were his lust blown pupils. You were taking too long for his liking so he tapped on your thigh for you to get up so he could lay back on the couch. 

You quickly scrambled to push off your bottoms and moved to get back on his lap, slowly moving up his chest in case he was ready to back out. 

However Spencer was more than ready to have you up above him like the goddess you were. His hands wrapped around your thighs and pulled you up to his awaiting mouth.

You yelped as he quickly attached his lips to your clit, taking it in this mouth and sucking on it like his life depended on it. 

“Fuck Spencer,” you whined and let your hand fall to loose curls. 

He let out a groan into your heat as you tugged on his hair. He was eating you up like a man deprived of water his whole life. You bucked you lips in motion with his mouth trying to chase your quickly approaching orgasm. 

“Oh god I’m gonna cum,” you mewled

One of his hands moved up to rub little circles on your aching bud as his tongue thrusted into your dripping pussy. That was your undoing. You came with a scream of his name as you rode out your orgasm. 

You quickly scooted back to straddle his hips and you leaned forward and captured his lips with yours. The taste of your release on his tongue made you moan. 

You reached down and started palming the prominent tent in his jeans, “Let’s take care of this huh baby?”

[wooyunhwa]

kingdom of welcome addiction | C.S.

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Genre: smut (mostly suggestive in this part though)

Pairing: demon!san x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: blood drinking, virgin mc

Synopsis: When you accidentally summon a bloodthirsty demon boy to your bedroom, you form an unexpected contract with him.

A/N: Thank you for reading and comments are super appreciated as always!

If you had to read the words pythagorean theorem one more time, you were gonna smash your brains in. 

You reached over to your phone, unlocking your screen to the group chat. 

y/n: anyone wanna come over and help me with this dumb problem? my heads gonna implode. 

chaeyeon: busy tonight, Y/N. lol, just summon a demon or smth. 

yuri: lmao that ouija board is still there right? I think we left it under your bed 

chaeyeon: I don’t think you summon demons with a ouija board, yuri

y/n: ugh you guys are no help. brb, summoning demon...

You realized how weird this conversation would sound from an outside perspective, but it was a sort of inside joke you had within your friend group. You and your friends had joked about ‘summoning a demon’ before, and you’d even used a Oujia board a few times and done fake seances to freak each other out. The results were always disappointing—not that you ever actually wanted to contact the dead or anything, but you were at least hoping for a spooky story or something you could tell. 

You knew they were joking around, but your brain felt a little delirious from all the math churning it into mush. 

You switched tabs from your test, typing in the search bar “how to summon a demon”. You chuckled a little under your breath at the ridiculousness. But at least then you could tell your friends you actually tried. They’d get a kick out of that. 

You followed a few rabbit holes down some forums, mockingly reciting strings of incomprehensible Latin. If you were gonna do this, you were gonna commit fully. 

“You called?”

You scrambled backwards, nearly jumping a foot off the bed at the sudden unfamiliar voice echoing in the room. 

Then you saw him. 

He was perched on your bookshelf, one leg dangling lackadaisically over the edge, the other folded up at his side. You caught a glimpse of his piercing crimson-red eyes illuminated in the dim candle-lit room. He looked particularly cat-like in his position, a devilish grin painted on his face, what looked like fangs coming to two sharp points in his mouth.

The man picked up a pen from your bookshelf, twirling it in his hand casually with playful twists of his fingers. “You’re new…” he mused, glancing at you up and down. “And... cute. Fresh blood. How'd you get my number, hmm?”

You sat stunned, dizzy from confusion. Your words were lodged in your throat, unable to utter a single sound. This had to be a dream, right? Had you fallen asleep while working on your homework? It wouldn't be the first time.

He tapped his fingers impatiently against the oak of the bookcase, waiting for your next move. The only words you could manage came out in a hoarse croak, shaky and uncertain. "This—I'm dreaming…" 

He shook his head, clicking his tongue tauntingly against his teeth. "Oh, there's a lot of things I could do right now to assure you you aren't," he started, the gleam in his eye particularly sinister as he drew his gaze up and down. "But trust me. You wouldn't want that." 

“Who—”

“I have a lot of names, but you can just call me San. Your friendly neighborhood demon.” He flashed a fiendish smirk. “Well, maybe don’t linger too much on the ‘friendly’ part.”

“D—demon?”

“What, you didn’t know? You’re the one who summoned me, darling.” He drew out his words, slowly, carefully, continuing to play with the pen in his fingers. The way he spoke sent shivers down your spine, as if he had the power to kill you at any moment. He probably did.  

He pressed his palms against the top of the shelf to hoist himself off, the books on it threatening to topple with the sudden movement. The minute he vaulted down from the shelf, you were able to get a better look at him. 

The first thing that drew your eye was his impossibly broad shoulders, accentuated by the tight cut of his shirt. It contrasted against his tiny waist, cinched in neatly with a belt. His proportions were unreal, and so very fittingly non-human. He was undoubtedly the most incredible sight you'd ever seen in your life, human or otherwise. He made his way over to the bed where you sat. You snapped your laptop closed, pushing it to the side, your blood turning to ice as he inched closer to you. The way he sauntered across the floor almost seemed like he was floating, like gravity was merely a fun game to him.  

He poised himself over you, his powerful stance alone commanding you to look at him. His fingernail dragged under your chin with a distinct sting, pulling your gaze up to his intense eyes. It was cold, like a dull knife, causing your body to tremble slightly. His piercing eye-contact was entrancing, even spell-binding—you couldn't tear your eyes away. "How cute," he teased sing-songily, “you’re a virgin.”

Your eyes widened, still pulled in by his magnetic gaze. “How did you—” 

"I can smell one from a mile away. The scent… it's just so…" he paused to lick his lips, drawing his tongue slowly over his black metal lip ring. "delicious." 

“Anyway, you must have had a reason to summon me, no? A soul to harvest? A sacrifice maybe?” Something about his tone was giddy at the idea. “At your service, darling.” He drew down in a playful bow, his mouth twitching into a smirk. 

You hated to say it, but he was entirely your type. From up close, you could see his other piercings more clearly, several earrings lining both ears, glimmering against the cartilage. His right eyebrow donned a shaved slit, decorated with another piercing. Of course the demon you summoned in your dream would be your ideal man. Well, he kind of looked like the edgy Hot-topic boy of your 7th grade self’s dreams, but you couldn’t deny that was still kind of your type still. His jet-black hair framed the sharp cut of his jaw perfectly—you were sure he could see you practically drooling over him at this point.  He looked crafted by heaven—hell?—itself.  

Even so, no single part of you desired for him to take your virginity right this second. Maybe under different circumstances, but not with the time ticking down on your math assignment and the fact that he was a fucking demon you just conjured into your room.

You shook your lewd thoughts out of your head, worried for a moment that demons might have some sort of mind-reading powers you weren’t aware of. “Well, uh, actually… I need help with my math homework.”

He snickered, his eyes trained on you like prey. “You can’t be serious. Tell me you’re not serious.”

“I’m kind of serious. It’s like 10% of my grade.”

He clicked his tongue against his teeth again, breaking eye contact finally, and you felt a sense of relief as you finally had a moment to breathe away from his suffocating glare.“For someone who just summoned a demon you’re a real buzzkill.”  He perched himself on the edge of the bed, resting his butt lightly against the edge of the frame. “Fine,” he groaned. “Let’s say I actually helped you. You know how this works, right? If I do something for you, you have to give me something in return.”

You gulped. This was a dream, it had to be, and the best you could do was go along for the ride. Even so, you couldn’t help but feel shaken, despite doing your best to convince yourself it wasn’t real—like some sort of subconscious defense mechanism your body employed in danger. And, well, he kind of seemed like danger. “Like what?”

“Well, normally...” He glanced back over, pinning you down with his gaze once again. “It’d be your soul.” 

Your breath stopped in your throat. You weren’t quite sure if you were ready to give up your entire soul for 10% of your math grade, although that was a pretty accurate metaphor for your college experience. 

“Your virginity maybe?” he hummed, drawing his tongue back over his lips, then, seeing your expression, shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. “No? Damn. It doesn’t hurt to ask.”

“Um… I can offer to make you dinner?”

He paused, his eyes widening for a second, then burst into a cacophony of laughter. It was the first time he broke his exterior, and for a moment, he looked a bit more human. “I’ll take it.” Then, more “but you realize a contract with a demon is binding, right?”

 “So, I’m contractually obligated to make you dinner, that’s what you’re saying?”

He paused, his smile turning amused once more. “Feisty. I like you,” he winked flirtatiously, sending heat rising in your cheeks. You hated to say it, but he was devilishly charming, on top of being probably the hottest being, human or not, you’d ever seen. 

You glanced at your phone, noting the time ticking down slowly but surely.  “Okay, I’m not joking. The math. My assignment is due in 45 minutes.” 

He clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”

He sat next to your side on the bed for a while, guiding you through the problems like some sort of hot e-boy math tutor. Not that you were complaining about that. The way he sat was surprisingly cute, one leg tucked up at his side, the other folded underneath him.

“Where’d you learn math, anyway?” you asked, admiring his immaculate side profile as his eyes trained on the laptop screen, typing the answers in. “They have like, demon school or something?”

He gave you a side glance, and you once again felt uneasy under the heat of his gaze. “A demon never reveals his secrets.”

“I thought that was a magician.” 

He visibly stifled a laugh, pressing his lips tightly to avoid giving you the satisfaction of breaking his serious exterior. “Can you be quiet? I’m focusing. I’m a demon, not a mathematician. This is way out of my scope of work,” he grumbled through his teeth. 

You watched him silently as he worked. As he typed, his tongue lingered just outside his parted lips in concentration. “Even you sitting next to me is distracting,” he hissed quietly. “You don’t realize what your scent is doing to me right now.”

Right. Your virgin scent. Was that really so appealing to him? 

“Fine. I guess I’ll go make dinner. You promise you’re gonna turn this in in time?” 

“I’m contractually obligated,” he responded dryly. 

You hoisted yourself off the bed and headed to the kitchen to make dinner,  but something about leaving a stranger in your room felt strange. No stranger than accepting he was a demon, though, you supposed. 

You returned with a large plate of pasta, pretty much the only thing you had on hand. He received it apprehensively from you. 

“What?” you asked, offended at his look of disgust. “Sorry, I didn’t have any fresh human souls on hand. My bad.”  

You sat across from him on the bed, watching in fascination as he nibbled slowly at the thin spaghetti noodles. “You have any hot sauce or anything?” he asked, wincing as he took a few more bites. 

“I barely had enough pasta to feed two people. I’m a broke college student. Anyway, I never forced you to accept the dinner offer.” 

“I didn’t think it’d be so bland. What, you didn’t know demons prefer spicy food?”

“I didn’t know demons existed until today. Whatever, it doesn’t matter. This is all a dream I’m going to wake up from in a bit anyway.”

A wicked smirk danced up on his lips again. “Oh, you still think it’s a dream? Cute,” he sang condescendingly. “Well, then I guess it wouldn’t matter if I did this...”  

Your heart seemed to stop in your chest as he crawled forward on his palms. You felt his breath linger on your neck first, then the gentle scrape of his pointed canines against your sensitive skin. Every hair on your body stood up. He pressed them down slightly, just enough to feel the tension on your flesh. Then he bit harder, nearly piercing as he sunk them in.

You reeled back, shoving him off you breathlessly. “What the fuck-”

“You still think it’s a dream? Then it wouldn’t matter if it sunk my teeth in. You’d just wake up, right? Isn’t that how dreams are supposed to work?” he taunted, a smile curled up on his lip. His fangs gleamed under the still-dim light of your bedroom. “Humans are so amusing,”   

You wiped at your neck, rubbing circles where his teeth pinched your skin. He sat himself upright again and stood up from the bed. “Well, my end of the deal is over. Consider you released from your contract.” 

“You’re leaving?”

“Well I’m not gonna stay here.” His hand came up to his ear like a phone. “Call me if you have a soul to harvest. You know my number.” 

He was gone before you could blink, like an apparition, disappeared just as quickly as he had appeared. Your eyelids grew heavier as you reflected what had just happened, and you wondered what would happen if you fell asleep in a dream. Would you just wake up? 

You collapsed into bed, still unsure whether or not the past few hours had actually happened or not. Part of you hoped they had—there was something about him that was so deeply captivating, you would do anything to see him again. 

As he said, you did have his ‘number’.

You woke up dazed, still unsure if you had dreamt the events of the night before. The only sure way to know was to check your assignment—if you had really fallen asleep while doing your homework, you wouldn’t have turned the assignment in, right?

You opened your online class page, scanning for the assignment, and there it was, in bold letters: 

Submitted: 98%. 

Your breath caught in your throat. You felt two distinct emotions: relief that you got the assignment turned in, and complete disbelief that your encounter last night was not part of your imagination.

You could summon him again. 

He seemed about as harmless as a demon could seem. At first, he had been entirely intimating—his aura made it seem like he could have eaten your soul right there with no second thoughts. But watching that powerful being, capable of so much evil and chaos, do something as mundane as your math homework… that was the most entertaining, and almost adorable thing, you’d ever witnessed. 

Besides, you had something he desired, something you could dangle in front of him to keep him coming back. You had your virginity, which seemed to be the ultimate prize for a demon like him. The way he had talked about it last night, it seemed you were irresistible for him. But he also accepted your rejection so easily. 

As long as you kept drafting up meaningless contracts, he had to oblige, right? You weren’t sure exactly how it worked, but that’s how it seemed from your interactions last night. If it worked like you thought it did, his job as a demon was to make a contract with his summoner, no matter how insignificant, as long as he takes something in return. 

That night, you read the same latin phrase you had before he’d appeared, this time off a sticky note push-pinned in your wall. 

You heard him again before you saw him, and you whipped your head around to see where he was standing behind you. 

He wore the same playful, devilish smirk, displaying his fangs. “Hmm, you decided to let me harvest your soul now, have you? That was quick.”

It had barely been 24 hours, and yet you’d already forgotten how incredibly hot he was, for lack of a better word. Your lips parted slightly in awe, forgetting for a second to formulate a response. 

“I hope your silence is a yes,” he interrupted. 

You shook your attraction to him out of your head for a moment, remembering what you brought him here for. “I want you to clean my bathroom.”

He laughed in disbelief, plopping himself down on the bed. “I’m sorry, you want me to what?”

“That’s how this works right? I summon you and do what I want. And I give you something in return.” You leaned against the desk behind you. 

“What am I, your errand boy?”

“But that is how this works, right?”

He clicked his tongue against his teeth in annoyance. “Yes,” he grumbled reluctantly. “But what do I get this time?”

“I cook you dinner again.”

“I’m gonna need more than that.”

“I’ll let you bite my neck. Draw blood if you want.”

His eyes widened at your proposal. His reaction confirmed your suspicion—the blood of a virgin must be like crack to a demon like him. His face went flush. “Deal,” he confirmed eagerly. 

You watched him as he cleaned, and there was something satisfying about watching this bloodthirsty demon scrubbing the bathtub on his hands and knees. He almost looked a bit pathetic. You stood in the door frame, unable to help from grinning at making him perform such menial tasks. A lot more was at stake now than just dinner, so you might as well have some fun with his end of the bargain. Even on his knees, you couldn’t help but watch him in awe. Every part of him was sculpted immaculately—his appearance was distinctly human, and yet he was in all other ways otherworldly. 

“I can’t believe I’ve been reduced to some human’s lowly errand boy,” he hissed through his teeth. 

“Less talking, more scrubbing,” you demanded with a smirk, and he shot you a deathly glare. 

You followed through with your promise of dinner, and this time you came prepared with hot sauce. He devoured it eagerly, and you felt proud for making a dinner worthy of a demon’s praise. 

But there was still one more promise you had to follow through on, and the thought made your head spin.  

He sat across from you on the bed, eyes trained on your neck in a very un-subtle display of desire. You’d never felt so wanted, even if it was just the thought of your virgin blood that had him practically drooling. 

“You sure about this?” he asked hesitantly. It was strange that he was even asking permission, as he seemed so eager the other night to just sink his teeth right into you. 

“I’m contractually obligated,” you teased dryly. Then, more seriously, “But yes, I am.” 

He placed his left hand on your neck, steadying it in place. His fierce, almost predatory gaze washed over you completely. 

He leaned forward, parting his lips to drag his teeth gently along your neck. You tipped your head back, giving him a better angle. He teased there for a while, lingering his sharp canines on your skin. His breath was hot and heavy against your neck, the warmth of it sending chills rocketing down your spine. Your lips parted slightly, gentle moans escaping at the sensation. The situation was predatory, and yet it felt completely sensual in a way you couldn’t quite describe.

He paused for a moment, lips fluttering over your skin as he spoke. “You have no idea how hard it is not to completely drain you,” he whispered, voice dripping off his tongue with a sort of lustful hunger. “I promise I’ll only take a bit.”

He sunk down, and you heard it before you felt it—the distinct sound of teeth piercing flesh. You cried out a bit, bringing your own hand to your mouth to muffle your whines. It stung a bit, but in a twisted way, there was something about it you liked. You felt his tongue draw over your wound slowly, lapping deliberately at the fresh blood like a starved animal.  

He moaned against you, and it echoed in your ear like the most divine sound you’ve ever heard. He may have been a demon, but his noises sounded like they came from heaven itself. He pulled your waist against his as he slowly bathed his tongue over the punctured flesh, his fingers squeezing as he grasped at your waist. He littered a few faint kisses across your blood-stained skin, moving slightly down towards your shoulder blades. The sudden sensation drew soft, pleasured moans from your lips. 

As he finally pulled away, parting his lips tenderly away from your skin, you caught the faintest glimmer of his blacked-out eyes before they flickered back to normal. His deep red irises sparkled like rubies as he maintained eye contact. He brought one of his hands up from your waist, gently wiping at his blood-stained lips with the back of his palm. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself for a second. Your skin tastes so sweet, like candy,” he praised softly, voice deep and wanting. “And your blood, fuck—it’s like nothing I’ve ever tasted.”

The seductive gleam in his eye signaled that you had awoken something in him, something you hadn’t meant to. He was still holding you, probably without even noticing, but you didn't want to draw his attention to it quite yet. You wanted to experience it for just a bit longer if you could. Something about the way he held your waist against his made you crave more of him. 

Almost as if a switch flipped, his expression went dark, his fingernails suddenly digging all the way into your waist. You yelped in pain as he nearly punctured the skin through your clothes. “I need you to walk away from me right now. Before I do something I’ll regret,” he growled. You watched as his eyes flashed to the same demonic black for a moment. 

You gulped, slowly backing yourself away from him, scrambling off the bed. "Farther," he groaned painfully, his breathing becoming heavy and labored. His hands clenched at the blanket on the bed, balling into restrained fists. "Now."

You ran from the room, your feet moving before you even knew where they were taking you. You ran all the way down the hallway to the front door, sliding your back down against it as you collapsed to the floor. Your limbs shook weakly, trying to calm yourself down. You must have sat there for an hour or more, completely frozen, not quite aware of the passing of time. You wiped the blood of your neck, but it didn't do much, smearing it across. 

When you managed to finally stand up again, you made your way hesitantly towards the door of the bedroom, swinging your head around the doorframe first. 

"San…?" you called apprehensively.

But he was gone, leaving only a light imprint on the sheets of the blood-stained bed and two deep punctures in your neck to remind you he was ever there.

[to be continued]

[youranxiousnerd]

Second Chances Thoughts

bc what

spoilers below

i have...thoughts

ah no chaotic intro, f in the chat

it’s still a nice intro, tho

IM SORRY ARE THEY NOT SHOWING THE TRANSFORMATION?!?!

WHAT

THIS IS A HATE CRIME /j

i used the thingy

no bows either?!?!

this is called high school musical: the musical: the series not high school musical: the backstage drama: the series

wow they got changed fast

“Passable!” 

I’ll be the judge of that oh wait i cant bc they didnt show us

YES QUEEN ASHLYN GETTING THE LOVE SHE DESERVES

ashlyn is such a queen

the perfect belle, stunning

“A couple letters, actually” it’s a sign (literally)

flower touch

AWWW REDLYN

STOP THEY’RE ADORABLE

they love each other so much

east high kids be snooping

not me thinking about carlos’ hand on seb’s back we were robbed im taking what i can get

“You were the perfect Belle tonight. I was really proud”

“Evil genius”

they’re so happy

AWWW A REDLYN KISS WHOOP WHOOP

kourt and howie are so awkward 

“drumroll?”

howie and seb would get along

weird little playoff, maybe he is lying?

they’re cute, tho

sad that they didn’t really get any build-up

“happy now?” “yes”

“If it’s with you, always” MY HEART

just like a fanfic

kourtney just invited north highs beast to east highs cast party

OH MY GOD MAZZARA IS ACTUALLY GETTING A STORY ABOUT HIM

i was not expecting that okay

ej and mazzara are the best

gina is so happy too bad it wont last

gina is an actress 

gahhhh portwell drama

oh god rini let the drama begin

that was very calm, did someone possess nini and ricky?

i really like them as best friends. i was a hardcore rini shipper last season but with all their constant conflict i realized how much fun they are as friends

“we are literally on the same page” 

“just for a moment” I LOST MY SHIT

miss jenn no

oooo seblos please be good

Seb calling Miss. Jenn out on her bullshit since idk when

“That’s a hard never mind now” okay wow

Miss. Jenn is Carlos’ godmother 

This is theatre, not football

CRYING GINA

gini

GINA SUPPORT DAY IS A THING PEOPLE!!!!!

oh wow a plot line actually being addressed

season 1 callback im not ready

gina and nini people!!! 

very sweet scene

ahha jamie callback we all knew it

i would really like to see miss jenns batb audition notes

“I’m in a great place, mentally” if you were you wouldn’t be saying that

OMFG IS SHE NOT GOING TO APOLOGIZE!?!?!

like that was a big deal, a big effing deal and then nothing?

you told a kid to jump off something high and you can’t even say “sorry”?!?!

back to the miss jenn love triangle

“I think I’m happy, or gettin’ there”

ricky you don’t have to be there yet it’s okay

that line hit

SEASON 1 OUTFITS

CORE 4 SONG

killer harmonies

sofia giving us that alto rep!!

portwell duet! audition outfits

very good, very very good. this song kinda screams autotune but it still sounds very good. 

last song of the season NOOO but very fitting

Is it just me or does “Second Chance” look like a music video they show in Justice (the teen store) in 2014?

cast bonding yay!

PAUSE THE ONLY SEBLOS MOMENT WE GOT THIS EPISODE WAS A WRIST HOLD?!?!!

DISNEY WTF

LIKE EVERY COUPLE GOT THEIR MOMENT AND ALL THEY GET IS A WRIST HOLD

BFBLBFIWGFSDMBF

shit why does my favorite ship have to be the gay one on a disney show?

east high booing the lily and french boi has me on the floor

“Big Red, you were also in it” BEST LINE OF THE FINALE OMFG

i missed antoine 

sorry carlos has glitter on his face

seb’s smile and wave at north high why am i laughing?

off topic but i have unintentionally started doing the seb wave (you know the one) (with the fingers) in real life.

also gay chair sit

e.j is also doing the gay chair sit 

lily what

you have had like one conversation

ew

she says she likes his face but not his personality? 

im calling bullcrap

pause didn’t lily steal the harness? are we just going to forget about that

probably, the writers did forgot to develop seblos

Let Ricky be single challenge

ANTOINE MY LOVE

REDLYN I LOVE YOU

SHUSH EJ’S SPEECH TIME TO SOB

ummmm

so this season has been for nothing?

all the shit they went through (the self-doubt, relationship problems, the injuries, the death threats) is for nothing?!?

since when does Miss. Jenn not care anymore about the Menkies?!?!

I actually get the kids side of this, but not Miss. Jenn’s. 

I was surprised they took this route with the Menkies, didn’t even cross my mind 

“It was five”

Big Red x medicine 

bet your ass ashlyn would have gotten a nomination best actress

“We got a pizza oven” THE EAST HIGH KIDS ARE COMMITTING ARSON

is mazzara staying for miss jenn? they could do long distance but it doesnt have the best rep in this show

gini

ashlyn is the captain of the portwell ship and nini is her right hand man (or whatever second best is called in sailing)

NINI MAKIN THE DEALS

RICKY WHY ARE YOU CALLING HER

WHYYYYYY

“Will you be my first kiss” smiles

OH MY GOD

WAIT NOTHING

WHAT

OMFG THEY CUT IT LMAO

“this summer is about to get hot” SUMMER SEASON 3?!?!

ANTOINE

OMFG HE BETTER COME BACK

I LOVE ABF

WAIT THATS IT

FWBEGLEWG

THATS IT

hey they ended with andrew barth feldman what more can you ask for?

Thats...it?

Oh wait some cast stuff...brb ima cry. The ending has some very series finale energy...I’m scared. Natalie wouldn’t have done the “buckle up wildcats” if there wasn’t a season 3, right? But the bloopers at the end...

The cast ending was great. “You are the Music in Me” was so heartfelt and I’m a sucker for bloopers.

Wait so no Lily home? It was probably a cut scene. 

If we got Lily home, can we get an album with the cast singing all the BATB songs? 

I have so many mixed feelings about this episode. Here is the thing, if you love the core 4 then this was your episode. If you’re like me and prefer the side leads then this was probably a little disappointing since we barely saw them. This episode felt rushed and a little messy, but there were some great moments. Season 2′s writing has felt a little weird. This season lacked the chaotic theater kid energy season 1 had. It was one of the reasons I fell in love with the show. If/when we get a season 3 I really hope the writers find that energy again.

Let’s all give a round of applause for the cast and crew who filmed majority of the season during a global pandemic. That could not have been easy. They gave us a pretty good season under crazy conditions. They definitely had to change some things to fit the current climate. Overall, hats off the the cast and crew because you guys killed it. 

I’m really going to miss this show, hopefully it gets renewed. It has become a comfort show these past several weeks. My sanity says “no, don’t go” but my sleep schedule says “leave.”

To second chances!!

[chibistarlyte]

Fluff Prompt #7: “Bye beautiful!” “Stop calling me that!” “Nope!”

thank you so much for the ask, friend!! this one made me think todokiri, so that's what i went with lmao

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"Hey, beautiful!"

Shouto looked up from his laptop. A smile immediately tugged at his lips when he saw Eijirou standing in the doorway to his office, all geared up in his hero uniform.

"Hey yourself," he replied, standing up from his desk. "Why do you insist on calling me that?"

"Because it's true?" Eijirou said with a winning smile, crossing his arms over his bare, broad chest. 

Rolling his eyes a bit, Shouto came over to his boyfriend, but refrained from reaching out and touching him. "Did you need something from me?" he asked, trying to keep it professional for now, since they were still at the agency. 

"Nah, I just wanted to come see you for a sec before I had to leave for patrol," Eijirou said, leaning closer to nuzzle his nose against Shouto’s, but Shouto backed away just out of reach, making Eijirou frown. "What's wrong?"

"You already have your mask on," Shouto said, reaching up and poking at the cold black metal caging Eijirou’s handsome face. 

"Oh, right," Eijirou laughed sheepishly, settling his hands at Shouto’s waist. "Makes it hard for nose kisses."

"Or regular kisses, for that matter," Shouto said in what sounded suspiciously like a pout. He placed his left hand on Eijirou’s chest, emanating a soft, affectionate heat through his palm. 

"For someone who says no kisses at work, you sound super disappointed about that," Eijirou teased, letting out a laugh when Shouto’s cheeks lit up a cute shade of pink. 

"Aren't you supposed to be on patrol now?" Shouto asked, deflecting Eijirou’s jab at him. His lips were still slightly puffed out in a pout.

"Eager to get rid of me, huh?" Eijirou said with a smirk.

"As much as I enjoy seeing you, I do have reports from my own patrol to finish up...and I don't want you to be late," Shouto said, letting Eijirou pull him closer.

"Fair enough," Eijirou conceded, leaning up just slightly to carefully peck Shouto on the cheek through his mask. "See you at home?"

Shouto hummed in affirmation, placing a gentle kiss on Eijirou’s forehead. He tried his best to avoid the metal of the mask. "I'll try to have dinner ready."

Eijirou smiled and gave Shouto another kiss on the cheek. "Alright, I gotta go. Bye, beautiful."

Shouto frowned, removing his hand from his boyfriend. "Stop calling me that," he argued feebly.

"Nope!" Eijirou declined in a sing-song voice, leaning in for one last peck on the cheek before heading out of Shouto’s office for his patrol shift.

Shaking his head but unable to fight down the smile on his face, Shouto went back to his desk to finish up his patrol reports.

Maybe he'd start unironically calling Eijirou "handsome" from now on.