#HE LITERALLY LOOKS LIKE HIM AND IT DROVE ME MAD @ THE THOUGHT OF HIM PLAYING A LIVE ACTION SUPERMAN

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the adventures of superman is SOOOOO cute. everything about it is absolutely adorable and i dont want to hear anything else 🙅🏻‍♀️

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𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦 𝅄ֹ ׅ♡ ೀ ʚĭɞ ‌ིᨴּ ˒˒۪

(Crazy) Yandere [Nerd] Boy x Soft!Chubby!Fem!Reader ༢𓏲๋ ⊹ ֢

𔓘 Tw : Kidnapping, Extreme Noncon (y'all are strangers bro), Rushed Fanfic, Mentions Of Blood, Virginity-Take, Extreme Somnophilia, Stalking, Extreme Obsession, Impregnate, A little of Bondage, Seriously dude you're fucking with a crazy nerd boy who is a freaking stranger to you like y'all didnt know each other but this madman is really know you to the soul from all his stalking and stuff. this fanfic is quite the Dead Dove Do Not Eat. Chubby reader fics with no skintone of reader mentioned.

𔓘 A/N : y'all.. this are f***king insane bro.. like this is kinda disturbing imo as a writer of this and also a lot of suffocating. Read at your own risk. me myself actually like the extreme yandere fics but this is still the prefix of it. stay safe while reading this because again; y'all are a stranger!! if a dark content yandere isnt your cup of tea then i highly recommend you to spend your shit at other blogs!! ty.

W/C : 6,4K for Stranger Fucking 💀

Currently thinking abt nerdy men who looks like they would shit in their pants when someone raised their voice at them, but the truth is; he's really really quite the strong. he's a nerdy man who arent shy at all (or maybe just a little) and he's simply just dont like to be bothered by anyone else. he's also a nerdy man who told himself countless time to just focus on studying and studying, and at the first moment; he actually manage to do it within his daily life, well until he met you.

You; plump, soft looking girl with chubby cheeks and doe eyes. you dont even know how much you affect him didnt you? arent you just dumb? walking there and then with such a tiny skirt that almost showed up your plump ass cheeks. walking down in the hallway with such dress that hugged all of your curves together perfectly. oh if only you find out how every night he would spend his time in his bedroom alone while his hand thrust his own cock up and down, thinking about you. he would be drown in his thoughts about how you would find out all his dark fantasy about you. but.. he do realize he shouldnt be doing this actually, no really, he should just be studying, but the soft laugh and those.. those whimpers terror you gave him just drove him to his edge.

And the fact that he masturbate about you when you both are clearly still stranger - is fucking crazy. he mostly had heard of how'd you talk, whimper and moan (wait.. how did.. he know?) and stuff like that while your own self being completely un guard around him. he swear to his thumbs he hated you for making him felt like this, i mean how could you?? a plump girl just trying to get into her daily life as normal as usual can make some nerd dude mad in love with her without her being aware at all?! he cant do this.. he cant do this anymore..!

And he really cant do it anymore. as he go to your apartement at midnight after finding out where you live. peeking through the window to what you were doing only to find you dressing in a short pastel rainbow dress lingerie with big bows placed in the back of your hair, dancing to some songs.. and oh my god he cant even explain how much he want to ripped those colorful dress lingerie off your body. he has no doubt at all that you have the most beautiful body he would ever sees in his entire life.

As he drown himself in his own thoughts until he heard a telephone ring -- it was your friend! your male friend! as you picked the phone up, talking with your friends, while he sees with his own eyes about the way you laugh softly at what-god-knows your friend was muttering to you. he doesnt and he would rather bury himself alive than admitting about the fact that he was really, really, envy and jealous. as he harshly breath at you, while all his body is literally focus with you. his eyes seeing you from head-to-toe, his ears listening carefully about the conversation you're having as his mouth try to resist to open it again because well um -- he is quite the drooling over there. that was it until you start to walk towards the front door where he was outside!!

As he sees you carefully, while hiding himself in the corner, and focused on the door handle you're about to open. until........

Until he quickly enough to put his arms and placed it onto your mouth, shuting you up until you passed out and bring you to your new home his home. as he open the bondage he placed at your mouth, and pinch your chubby cheeks until he sees your whimpering again. thats it! thats the thing that always drove him mad everydsy everynight. thinking about you whimper at whatever he was doing was like a holy candle for him. he then stood himself up, looking at your half unconscious body, and then start to strip you... to naked.

As he softly ripped all the dress lingerie you weared, and after he got the look at your boobs, he slowly put his hands up at where your nipples on, and start playing with it. while his eyes focused on your face, waiting the reaction he have been wait. and until then... you are moaning. honestly he have been thinking that he was in a dream that time. i mean -- he do have seen you moan by the way he always check on you secretly.. but he never except his own self to be the only one who could capable enough to hear your soft moan. as he sped up the phase of his hands playing your nipple, while his own other hand strat to undress himself.

And until he and your own finally completely naked. and... oh god to be damned. he swear he always sees you at some kind of whore while your other friend sees you just as an innocent normal girl, and he always have no doubt about his feelings That you have such an erotic body and at the end.. he was actually right. you do have a very very.. pleaseable body. as he placed his hands into your half unconscious body, lowering it until his hands touch your private part -- your pussy. he slowly but surely put his 3 long fingers in to play with you, and to be surprised or.. shocked even, that you are so so fucking damn tight! he even sure that your pussy is one of the most tightest thing he'd ever placed his hands on, as he quickly sped-ing up his pace at playing your pussy, watching you moan and whimper become one, he cant believe what he saw. you're literally still half unconscious! but yet you somehow still manage to bring out the sound he would die for with! at this rate he doesnt know if he wants to wake you up or just let you still be half unconscious so when you wake up, you're gonna have a some extra surprised with your naked body that has been covered with his cums. as he thinking about it while he placed his (quite big) cock at your pussy. trying to rip those tight wall of your pussy off. thats what he was trying to do until your pussy start showing a little drop of blood out of it.

Oh.. he get it.. yeah he actually get it. You're a Virgin arent you? oh.. such sweet cheeks.. well too bad yoi're going to give all of your innocents left as his own hands and dicks. the body of someone you dont even know at all. he actually felt (just a little) bit of guilt. but who cares anyway? you're literally still half unconscious! as he said it to himself while he tried his possible to pound your ass up at your fat pussy. going in and up in every corner. at first it was slowly, but then he start to change the position into a mating press just so the cums and the blood are still there. as he quickly but surely speeding his pace up like a mad man. at this rate he was at the edge of doesnt gave a fuck about the fact that you're still half unconscious but then he's also at the edge of shock and unbelief because of how you are still not waking up at his pounding.

And all of those pounding ends when his cock start to dried out with how your fat pussy suck all his cums and sperma in. pulling his cock out of your pussy only to see the view of the inside of your pussy, being drown with his cums. as his hands hold your body up just so all the cums he had restored isnt goung to spill. and until then he slowly put his hands down, letting your body down into the mating press position, watching your pussy spilling all of his cums like a fucking waterfall. (his cum waterfall) and then he placed his palm hands at your cheeks softly, while quietly muttering about how he would take care of you, and keeping you safe and that you wouldnt need to be scared of him (even after all his done to you) as he placed his other hand at your undressed belly, and then stroke it with such gentleness because he knew that right now, right at the almost-morning time, that you're going to be swellen with thousands - thousands of his sperm, and at the end of the month, he would see you placed your own hands at your bellies who at that time was full with his kid. oh how he cant wait... he just hope that you wouldnt be freaked out about the fact that you just found yourself in a unrecognizeable place with a literal fucking stranger who is now has placed a baby inside of you. yes, a baby -- his baby.

TSUKISHIMA KEI, ITOSHI RIN, MEGUMI, Itachi, Shikamaru, Nanami, Neji, Tobirama, Deku, KUNIMI, Muichiro, SEMI EITA, Konoha Akinori, Venti, XIAO, AL-HAITAM, Akaashi, KOZUME KENMA, & hatake kakashi.

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This request is special to me because my first NSFW Alastor x Reader story on my sideblog was also about Alastor getting head 🤣 (Tell Me I'm Punny) I thought it be fitting/funny if my very first request story for this new blog would also be about Alastor getting head, -sighs- the beauty of ✨️sentimentality✨️ By the way, I took your request quite literally, if ya know what I mean 😏 XOXO, RedVexi💋

SUMMARY: You simply wanted to wake him up...in more ways than one.

WARNING/TAGS: f!reader, oral s*x (m!receiving), handjob, reader is a brat, teasing, established relationship, edging, ruined org*sm, dom/sub undertone, Alastor is not pleased

Like a deer caught in the headlights, you stared at Alastor’s sleeping visage, mesmerized by the sight. It was silly, but you felt an urge to wave your hand before his closed eyes to ensure he was truly asleep.  

He lay on his back, lips stretched wide into a close-lipped smile, hands neatly folded one atop the other on his bare chest. His breath was soft and even, mirroring the tranquility of his expression.  

For as long as you’d known Alastor, you had never once caught him sleeping. You had long assumed he was an eternal insomniac, his soul never craving or requiring rest – a restless soul, so to speak.  

When you had asked him if he ever slept, he would only grin – his trademarked shit-eating grin – and he would pinch your cheeks while wiggling them before promptly changing the topic.  

It drove you mad, for you didn’t understand the purpose of his secrecy on this subject.  

You knew he was messing with you because he delighted in your curiosity, relishing the chase as you grew increasingly frustrated. Yet now, as your gaze rested on his sleeping figure, you had to suppress a laugh. Trust Alastor to fall deeply asleep only after an intense night of fucking you until you went delirious with pleasure.  

Slowly, you sat up and winced at the ache in your backside, a vivid reminder of how he had relentlessly stretched your ass with his shadowy tendril while rubbing your core until you were an absolute sobbing mess. The memory of his touch, the way he played your body like a well-used instrument, sent a shiver down your spine. He was the master at blending the symphony of pain and pleasure that always left you breathless.  

Pouting, you glared at Alastor as his body naturally sidled up closer to you, a comfortable sigh escaping his lips. He had promised that yesterday you could control the pace and make all the decisions from start to finish. But, of course, he couldn’t last five freaking minutes before he immediately started calling all the shots.  

Even though he gave you mind-blowing orgasm after orgasm, it was the principle of the matter for you. You loved following his instructions in the bedroom, but sometimes you wanted to switch things up a bit – go a little off-script.  

Nibbling on the inside of your cheek, a mischievous spirit took over your body, a small act of tomfoolery that you were sure Alastor would approve of if he wasn’t your unsuspecting victim.  

Pressing your hand lightly on top of his abdomen, you felt the warmth of his body seep into your palm. Immediately, his muscles tensed, but he remained perfectly still, refusing to open his eyes.  

Interesting.  

With a wicked grin, you smoothed the planes of his stomach, letting your fingers brush against the fine line of hair leading down to his hips. His breathing hitched ever so slightly, a telltale sign that he was not as asleep as he pretended to be. As your hand continued to move south, you were promptly stopped when the tip of Alastor’s hardened member greeted you. You giggle softly at the prominent bulge he now displayed beneath the sheets. 

Slipping the sheet off him, his cock twitched, anticipating your next move. As you positioned yourself between his legs, Alastor spread them, giving you full access to him however you wished to touch him.  

“Looks like only half of you is up right now, Al,” you whispered, and you knew he heard you because you could see the ends of his lips twitching upwards. Yet, Alastor, the most stubborn man you had ever met, remained unmoving.  

Well, that only worked in your favour considering what you had in store for him.  

Bowing your head toward Alastor’s cock, you pressed a gentle kiss on its head, earning a jolt from him. His cock beckoned to enter your mouth as it continuously throbbed against your lips. Humming softly, your tongue peeked out, licking a strip down the length of him. Down, down, down you went until you gave him an open-mouthed kiss on his balls.  

A small groan escaped above you, quiet, could almost be mistaken for a shuddering breath. Your hands stroke the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, earning a small jerk of his hip upwards as his cock twitched, wanting to be sheathed into a wet, warm space.  

Instead of listening to his demands, you carefully suckled on his left ball, swirling it in your mouth before moving to the other. You took your time, slowly and agonizingly lapping him up, moaning as if you were singing a song of praise from the taste of him.  

The points of Alastor’s claw grazed your scalp, earning him another wanton sound from you. As you slowly parted from him, his hands flexed, grabbing a fistful of your hair and dragging your head back to the tip of his cock.  

You rolled your eyes at Alastor as you let him grind his hips against your mouth, feeling every ridge and the pull of his foreskin as he rubbed the sensitive tip against your moistened lips. His breath quickened, trying to stifle another quiet moan.  

What an impatient man, you thought, deciding that now was the time to exact a small, harmless, vengeance for last night.  

Your lips parted, ready to take him in, feeling the heat and firmness of his desire against your tongue. The taste of him, musky and addicting, filled your senses as you enveloped him. Your mouth slid down his length while your fingers wrapped around his base. Your tongue flattened as you felt the force from Alastor’s hand pushing your head down, urging you to take him deeper and deeper.  

Moving your hands, you flattened them around the front of his hips, your fingers acting as a frame around his cock. Lower and lower you went, until the tip bumped against the back of your throat.  

A louder, deeper, and almost feral growl resounded from above, and Alastor pulled on your hair to get back up until you were at the tip once more. Then, he surged his hips forward, slowly fucking your mouth as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked harder. You felt his thighs tense, his control slipping as he surrendered to the pleasure you were giving him.  

The sound of wet slurps and the symphony of your moans and his groans filled the air. Faster and faster, he thrust, the thick, heady taste of his pre-cum slid down your throat. Your fingers drifted down to the taut skin of his balls, feeling them tighten.  

You knew he was close.  

He was so, very, close.  

“Ah, darling –” The moment he called out to you, you immediately pulled your head away from his grasp – away from his weeping, throbbing cock.  

Straightening your back, your hair an absolute mess, you stared at Alastor with bemusement dancing along your wet lips. His eyes were blown wide open, and it was almost comical how he looked before you. He was panting, his hands frozen midair where he had last grabbed your hair, and you could tell he was trying to process why you had stopped him from finishing.  

His black, slit-like pupils slowly drifted down from the ceiling and landed on your eyes. “Darling,” he purred, his gaze lowering to his wanting, desperate cock before meeting your eyes once more. He gave you a grin, a silent dark warning that if you didn’t finish what you had started, he would make sure that you would do well to remember that from now on tonight.  

Undeterred, you wiped away the saliva with the back of your hand before giving him a cheeky grin. “Good morning, Al!” You said in an overly saccharine and exaggerated cheerful tone. His eyes looked less than impressed. Slowly, you prowled up his body, ensuring that your bare, wet, sodden centre smeared against his cock, causing him to shudder. He gripped your hips, forcing you to stay there, to sit right on his cock.  

His hardness pressed insistently against your entrance, and the heat between your legs was almost unbearable.  You fought the urge to rock your hips, to rub your slick folds against his shaft because you knew that you were just a breath away from losing control and letting Alastor take his fill of you.  

Alastor’s eyes darkened with lust and frustration. “You’re playing a dangerous game, darling,” he chuckled tonelessly, “a game you will lose.” He bared his sharp teeth as his claws dug into your hips.  

“Something the matter?” you asked, tilting your head with an innocent tone, hardly trying to feign a believable act of ignorance. “Is there something you would like, Al?” Your tone shifted lower, and his eyes flashed with equal parts amusement and irritation.  

“I would presume it would be quite obvious what I would want, darling,” his voice strained, yet he tried to keep an upbeat melody in his tone.  

Tamping down your laughter, you tapped your lips, mocking the pose of someone deep in thought, before snapping your fingers. Leaning forward, you gave him a chaste kiss on his left cheek. “Did you have a good sleep?” You cooed as you let out a small giggle.

“I guess you do sleep after all!” You said before fully dissolving into bright laughter. You refused to move your body; you refused to rub yourself against him like an animal in heat, no matter how much your body unconsciously squirmed in his grasp.  

Alastor’s grip on your hips tightened, his patience wearing thin. “You’re a cheeky little minx, aren’t you?” he growled, eyes darkening with desire.  

With a mischievous grin, you leaned closer, your breath hot against his ear. “Maybe I am,” you whispered. “But you had your way last night, so today is my turn.” 

Alastor’s lips brushed against your ear as he leaned closer to you, “And pray tell, darling, what is your way?” The heat between you was electric, and you could feel him straining, desperate for friction. “Come now, darling,” he murmured, his voice drenched with need. “Don’t tease me like this.” 

“Hmm, maybe,” you paused, and the points of his claws dug in deeper, telling you to get on with it, “if you asked nicely, I might consider it.” 

You felt his muscles stiffen before a low rumble resounded in his chest as he held back a dark chuckle. The bruising grip around your hips disappeared. With one hand resting on your back and the other caressing your face, he gave you a small, chaste kiss on your lips.  

“Good morning, darling,” his voice took on its characteristic jovial tone, as if he wasn’t hard and wanting, as if you hadn’t just denied him of his sweet release. “I did have a good sleep, thanks for asking!” He gave you another chaste kiss on your lips. “I’m ready to start our day!” He rubbed the tip of his nose against yours, his eyes squinting to make way for his wide grin. “We best get a move on, for I have quite a full day planned for you.” 

Suddenly, his eyes glowed a deep crimson red as he jutted his hips upward, letting you feel the heat and the hardened, silken skin of his cock. “Quite a full day, indeed,” his voice deepened, the radio filter crackling and popping in his tone.  

You bit down on your lower lip, feeling the phantom pain across your ass cheeks and the coil of heat burning hotter in your core. You had a feeling that tonight, he was going to remind you exactly who was in charge.  

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[rafeshow]

where a fan made an 10 minute video with a compilation of hasan and reader being in love.

just for clicks

hasanabi x fem!streamer!reader

tags : hasan being a bit of an ass, tension, lingering touches, angst, use of y/n (scary ik), this is a blurb (I can’t make more parts if ppl want it), basically just angst, nothing really from the readers pov

a/n : i’m pretty sure you were looking for a more sappy direction w this request, but i rlly couldn’t help myself and i made it angsty 😭. also this is my first fanfic on this acc so pls be nice to me 🙏 im not good w english

It was a regular streaming day for Hasan, for the most part. His typical bogging on about politics, random internet drama, and his frequent frustration at chat. Behind all that though, his mind was a fog. You; another streamer, having been friends with Austin, being introduced to the Fear& group, and all but weaseling your way into being a staple member of the friend group, was all that Hasan could think about. Austin had tried to set the two of you up when you were first introduced to the friend group, but you never ended up going on any serious or planned romantic ventures, the two of yous schedules preventing from such.

That’s not to say you weren’t interested in eachother, it was quite the opposite actually. It was unspoken between the two of you, literally. Minus talking on the podcast or short interactions in videos, you had never spoken outside of ‘work’. That didnt stop the tension from growing though.

It started as accidental; Hasan gently grazing the back of your neck when walking behind your chair during filming in the cramped podcast room, his warm fingers barely lingering for a second on your bare neck, followed by rushed apology. Then it was you; lightly holding his waist as you attempted to squeeze behind him during a cooking stream, still unable to get past without his backside brushing against your front to a degree. And those two accidental touches wouldn’t have been a problem if they had just stayed those two accidental touches. The two of you managed to bump into eachother enough times that it had you each questioning if the other person was doing it on purpose.

Hasan was the first to break the ‘accidental’ rule, having grabbed your waist firmly and practically picking you up off the ground to move you on one occasion. You followed suit with the rule breaking, leaning across him to grab something from QT while filming the podcast and intentionally resting stretched for a moment; your top half shelved atop his forearm as it laid flat on the table.

The two of you refused to do anything about it though, and it was driving you both mad. Each touch was getting more daring then the last, and it was a game of who was going to break first. You were mad because you thought he was intentionally toying with you; knowing it drove you mad whilst not being interested himself. Just doing it to mess with you. Hasan on the other hand was just generally pissed you hadn’t done anything yet, which was ironic considering he didn’t have the gall to do anything himself either.

It was all that Hasan had been thinking of that day, and he questioned that if his facecam didn’t cut off at the top of his head that chat would be able to see the steam emanating from it. He was beyond frustrated, but he found it easy to play off; opting to take his anger out on the idiots who left comments on his livestream.

The two of you hadn’t thought about what your predicament looked like from an outsiders perspective though, not until now atleast.

Hasan was watching some political interview; mostly letting it play while opening links from chat in other tabs. As he opened one in particular, his heart stopped. He quickly clicked back to the tab, his brows taught together as he re-read the title.

“No fucking shot.” He forcibly laughed out, not only in disbelief himself but also trying to play his reaction down a bit for the stream. It was a compilation video, titled “y/n and hasan being down bad for 7 minutes”.

He was shocked he hadn’t thought about it, honestly. He was so concerned with keeping his feelings down while streaming by himself that he hadn’t even considered how he looked when he was actually with you. He clicked play without a second thought, his brain still registering the situation at hand. He had to stop himself from letting a grin slip out.

He watched the whole video without saying anything, which was alarming for chat and him. He was just entranced at how painfully obvious the two of you made it. The way he stared at you as you spoke to someone else. The way you never looked at him when he spoke to anybody. The way he stared at your hands as you fidgeted with a mic cord. The now obvious touches. He was baffled.

But his emotions quickly flipped back to his previous frustration. All that has been going on and you still hadn’t done anything? The two of you still hadn’t even talked? You had interacted this way long enough for somebody to make a 7 minute long compilation and the two of you still hadn’t done anything? He turned to chat, decided to take it out by being defensive.

“It’s actually hilarious the shit you idiots come up with. You do realize we’ve never talked right? The little shit we’ve said on camera is all we’ve ever said to eachother. Ever. I don’t even know her actual name. I don’t even have her in my contacts. I’ve never even thought about her in that way. You guys are so apt on shipping every male and female to ever interact together, it’s disgusting. You guys are fucking weird.” He took a beat, knowing the shit he was saying was doing anything but help his case, and knowing the hole he was digging for himself was just getting deeper. The few excuses he could come up with were borderline pathetic and certainly laughable. He just hoped he said his words fast enough that none of it stuck, even though he could practically feel the clips getting posted to twitter. In a last stitch effort to save himself, he blurted out;

“And anything she’s ever done around me is just for fucking clicks anyway.” He closed his mouth immediately after saying it. Hasan knew how much of a low blow that was, he knew how much he defended other streamers in the space for the same shit, and he couldn’t believe he’d just let that out about you of all people. He knew then in that moment that he’d lost all chances of anything with you, and he couldn’t grasp the fact that he was able to royally fuck himself over in a matter of seconds. He sat there silent, grumbling something else about chat being stupid, and then he went back to his political video.

He tried to keep a stone face, but he couldn’t help as his eyes caught chat every few minutes, mixes of shock and anger still bubbling between all of them. Hasan tried to redeem himself as much as he could; making some jokes and throwing some insults at whatever video he was watching. The main mass of the shocked comments eventually fizzled away, but he ultimately ended up wrapping up stream after another 30ish minutes. All he could do now was watch as everything unfolded before him.

[starandcloud]

COD boys + Farah and Valeria

Summary: you call them after a fight with your parents/relatives and they pick you up and see you with injuries that weren't there when they dropped you off

I literally forgot like five people-

Characters used: Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz, Sebastian Krueger, Nikto, Alex, Farah, Valeria, Konig, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Nikolai, Grinch, Sandman, Laswell, Graves, Makarov, Frost, Horangi, Keegan

CW: Bruises, slap marks, cigarette burns, implied sprained/broken limbs, just abuse of reader all over tbh ;-;, no Y/N is safe from me tbh, they all gotta be messed up in one way or another-

Simon "Ghost" Riley

He noticed the shake in your voice IMMEDIATELY when you called

He's observant y'all

He 100% was concerned off the bat, he's a good boyfriend but a better killer

He pulled up to you sitting on the tire on top of the driveway and went to call you on your phone only to notice you halfway down the driveway before he could dig his phone out of his pocket

He was also keenly aware of your hair being down, something you rarely did

His automatic instinct was to brush it out of your face, so he did

He noticed how you shrinked away

Then he noticed the ugly bruise forming around your eye and on the side of your face.

"Luv? What happened?"

His voice was angry, but not at you.

Never at you.

You gave a little shrug and tucked into yourself

"Can we just... leave..?"

He couldn't remember the last time you sounded this small, so he did what you asked.

He kept his hand on your leg, rubbing little circles on your skin as he drove, but not home you noticed.

He kept glancing at you from the side of his eye and smiled as he saw your eyes light up as he pulled into the parkway of your favorite food place.

He was still angry as he watched you drink the milkshake you ordered, but was a bit more calm as you played with the kids menu

Something you did whenever you were anxious, so he asked the waitress for one who looked concerned for you and he gave her a little look that made her heart shatter as you started to anxiously babble to fill the sudden silence.

So he reached over and grabbed you're hand

Darling, you're fine, you're not going back there. I promise."

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

He was already on his way ass soon as your caller ID (which was something like "Tatertot" or some weird Soap shit) popped up on his work phone

He answered as he drove.

"Johnny..? Can you come get me..? I-I got into a fight and need to be picked up at my parents..."

He heard your voice break and someone yell something in the background making your voice waver as you stepped outside

He was there in twenty minutes...

out of an hour drive

You didn't really hesitate as you rushed down the driveway and into his passenger seat and slammed the door.

You watched the wildlife speed by, zoning out, when he asked

"Yer dad give you those?"

You were confused at first before pulling your sleeves down farther and stayed quiet

Which was all he needed to get mad and grip the steering wheel

You knew you were safe, but his anger scared you

So your breathing picked up and he gently put his hand on your arm.

"Yer okay Bonnie, I'm not gonna hurt you. Him? Absolutely. You? Never."

John Price

Dad instincts when you called him

He hadn't really heard your voice like that since you thought you were going to die on the field

He picked up your favorite foods and a new blanket, hoodie, and stuffie

He walked up to the house door and stood like a harbringer of death as you answered the door.

He delicately pulled you out and tucked you behind him

He had that look in his eyes he only had when he was livid

You gently touched his arm and he got you to his car, lingering beside you as he gently kissed your head.

"I got ya sweetheart, just stay in the truck..."

He said as he buckled you up and tucked the blanket around you with your snacks and drinks before going back into the house

You heard yelling, which made you flinch, then silence

John came back out and calmly got in the truck and kissed your hand before giving it a gentle squeeze

"We'll be back for your stuff tomorrow hun, you're staying with me now"

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Rage

Just pure rage

Your caller ID popped up and he KNEW something was wrong

You don't call him

Not on the actual phone, always over Instagram on a burner account or Facebook or something

He left the room and answered your call

Soap had come to check on him and was concerned at the gleam in Kyle's eyes

Gaz didn't speak, he just left, and picked you up

He had your favorite music playing and a few snacks that he picked up at the corner store and just walked in

He didn't knock

He didn't announce his presence

Just walked in and scooped you up in his arms and left

You didn't ever go back

When your stuff went to be retrieved

Kyle did it

Along with Soap and Ghost who were really just there to keep Gaz from flipping his shit

I see him as a very protective boyfriend

Sebastian Krueger

Just a brooding asshole as he stood in the doorway

He had gotten your call and sped to get there

He didn't speak he just stood there as you got your stuff

The red marks on your face and the bruises forming on your arms made him angry

Everytime you left the house to but your books in his car, he rested his hand on his side weapon

Which he may or may not of forgotten he had on him until a family member pointed it out

Protective as fuck

Nikto

(i literally could find any for him 😭😭)

He was halfway there anyways

He just sped up and made a pitstop to grab some stuff you liked before picking you up

You gave him a sad little smile as you climbed in

You didn't buckle and just laid the seat back

Something you've only down a few times before curling into yourself

He gently ran his fingers through your hair as he drove off

He knew the area well, he grew up there

So he took you to a vacant field and flipped the center console of his truck up and slid over

He pulled you close and kissed your head as he rocked you slightly

His uniform uncomfortably rubbed against your skin as you gripped it tightly fighting against the tears that wanted to fall

"You can cry sweetheart, you're safe now"

Then you broke

You ugly cried against him

All the while he held you close and let you cry

He wasn't even mad right now

He was hurt

Hurt that someone that he swore was a divine being that couldn't be hurt

He buried his face in your hair once you cried yourself to sleep

"I'm sorry my sweetbaby, I'm sorry they hurt you... You didn't deserve that... I swear on whatever God is out there that I'll never let anyone hurt you ever again..."

Alex Keller

Kinda just showed up after your call

He stood there and kissed your head and pulled you close

He took you out for food, in his hoodie, and held you close as you ate

He kept pressing little kisses to your head and playing with your hair

He's a golden retriever so anything you asked for, you got that night

The two of you fell asleep on his couch, you curled up on his lap and him doing that dad sit with his arms around you

Farah Karim

No one fucks with her baby

She showed up with that angry lesbian look

She just has that look y'all I dated a lesbian and can fully saw they have this when pissed I thought I was gonna die- and I didn't even do it- my bestfriend does it too and i get terrified cause i have ✨anxiety✨

Kinda just stood there glaring down whoever the fuck put hands on you as she tucked you into her side and rubbed your back

You hid your face with your hair until you got on her bike and a bit down the road

"She hit me Far..."

You whispered and the bike slowed to a stop, she got off her bike (Putting the kick stand down of course) and circled around

She gently removed her and your helmet and pressed a kiss to your head as she gently inspected the bruise that was turning a hideous color

She looked like she was going to cry, or she was unimaginably pissed but you weren't sure which one

"I'm so sorry sweetheart, you didn't deserve to be hit. My sweet dove..."

She whispered as she held your face in her hands and pressed her forhead against yours

10/10 girlfriend

Valeria Garza

Showed up in a black SUV

Like four henchmen behind her as she knocked on the front door, when it opened she forced herself in and looked for you

She found you at the kitchen table and bent down, she gave you a little smile and laced her fingers with yours

You didn't look her in the eyes, you kept your gaze as low as you possible could, making her sad.

"Cariño? Look at me, tell me what happened..?" (Sweetheart)

Her voice was gentle and soft, but held an angry undertone as she hooked her finger under your chin and raised your head

Your busted lower lip told her everything as it quivered

"Are you mad..?"

Your voice was so quiet it sounded like a ghost

The broken words squeezed her heart as her hand moved up and held your face, her thumb rubbed your tear-stained skin

"Not at you, nunca a ti mi Amor..." (never at you)

She whispered and kissed you softly, and carefully as to not hurt your lip any

"Oh great. You're here to take that little bastard. It's your issue now. Now you can listen to it cry and call you a bitch and controlling"

Your mother's voice rattled off the inside of your skull making you look away as a bag was tossed at your feet and you reached down to get it only for Valeria to pick it up before you could reach it.

There was a dangerous gleam in Valeria's eyes as she helped you from the chair and noticed how you stood funny, all your weight on one foot as you leaned against her.

She helped you towards the door and gave your mother one last nasty look before leaving, she got you in the backseat and sat with you. Digging through the medkit in the back of the car and delicately cleaned your split lip as she gazed at you with such soft eyes.

"Mi hermosa mariposa … te mereces algo mejor que esto..." (My beautiful butterfly… you deserve better than this)

You didn't understand anything except "butterfly", she always called you that.

She always treated you so delicately and like you would break if she breathed to hard around you

At times like this, it made you glad for that school trip all those years ago. If you hadn't gone, you wouldn't have meet her and you wouldn't be safe.

You leaned into her, burying your face in her shoulder as your arms slowly went around her waist; holding her tight as your fingers gripped her vest. The material was uncomfortable, but you'd rather be uncomfortable than feel like you were a burden.

"Thank you," you whispered, "thank you Val..."

Konig

Was quiet about it when getting you out, he stood outside your home late that night

Catching your important things as you tossed them out the window

Then you when you jumped

He held you so delicately as your dog whimpered

You looked up at her as he carried you to his car, which was a bit down the road

Then he left

When he came back, your dog scrambled into the truck making you laugh and hug her tight as you cried

You gently pet her fur as you kissed her head and curled into Konig's seats

You were asleep by the time Konig got into the car

Your dog at your feet, her head in your lap, as he delicately put a blanket over you and softly pet your dogs head

"You did good protecting them girl, I'll take you to the vet as soon as possible..."

He spoke gently as he remembered how hysterical you when you called, not worried about yourself but instead your dog which had been kicked by your mother when your baby had jumped between the two of you and growled

He remembered how scared you were and how hard you cried as you screamed at your mother how that just wasn't right to do and that your dog was protecting you from her batshit insane ass

He remembered a loud slap, then the call ending

And now you were here, fast asleep in his car as he drove. His eyes floating over to your sleeping form every now and then when your dog whined.

the first thing he did, after getting you home, was take your dog to the vet to get her checked out

She was okay, just a bit bruised and had a tooth taken out

Konig took good care of her on the ride home, even ordered a pup cup (through the app, because he was to anxious to go through the drive through) from starbucks and sat in the parking lot holding the cup and feeding her dog treats.

He took good care of both of you the following morning and made sure you were patched up when he woke you up

He would've done it the night before, but he knew where your priorities were

Your dog and him.

It was always your dog and him, never yourself

Which was something he admired, but worried about you

Gary "Roach" Sanderson

He doesn't do anything confrontational

Just takes you and your cat in the middle of the night

Lets you know he's there and holds your hand while he drives

Keeps you on base with him

Makes you breakfast in the morning and keeps you distracted

Non-stop touch EX: puts in his hand on your back when you're walking, hand on your thigh while he drives, plays with your hair while cuddling, completely focused on you

Gets your stuff at a later date

Replaces certain things and loves you unconditionally

Alejadro Vargas

What's calm? Never met her

So many curse words

Literally broke so many road laws to get to you

Very angry

But very tender with you

Holds you behind him and holds your hand when you grab his

Very carefully drives with you in his car

Movie night after and kisses your head a lot

Bandages up the gash on your forehead

Every time he sees it though he gets angry and holds you tightly

When it scarred he felt guilt for not protecting you better

Still loves you so much though

Rodolfo Parra

Scarily calm

Stands there while you pack and follows you like a puppy

Notices your limp then kisses your head as he picks you up

"You're safe now, Me encargaré de todo, ¿vale?" (I'll take care of everything, okay?)

Sweetest boyfriend 10/10

Made you coco and kissed your head as he bandaged the splits on your knuckles

Extremely gentle with you and was slightly paranoid he'd hurt you

Nikolai

Silently angry Russian

A very... terrifying person when angry

Just leaned against the counter as you shuffled your important stuff out of your house

He genuinely was concerned about you, but was extremely mad about you being hurt

"Sweetheart... are you okay..?"

He whispered when the two of you were in his car

"Yeah just a little beat up..."

You whispered back with a giggle on your lips as you held his hand gently

Hs amazed that you were still so... hapy

"Fucking sunshine..."

He grumbled and lovingly pushed you before driving off

Grinch

The Southern came out

Made no sense in his bitter, angry, southern words

Pressed you so tightly against his chest you thought you were gonna break

The situation esculated and he had you behind him as more southern threats came from him, some of them made you giggle. Which did calm him down slightly.

The two of you got ice cream after

You ate your ice cream as he bandages the gash on your arm and the burn on your upper arm

He never understood how you could be so... happy when you just went through something so traumatic...

But if you were happy, so was he

Which it was hard not to be when you kept smearing ice cream on his forehead and nose and laughing so hard you'd cry

Sandman

A MENACE

Literally ruined their lives, starting when he picked you up

He messed with the front steps when he went into get you, he carried you out and set you in his truck with a gentle kiss on the forehead

"I've got you sweet love, you're safe..."

He promised as he gave you a gentle kiss on the lips before buckling you up and he shut the car door

He held your hand as he drove but kept his jaw clenched so he wouldn't remark about the slap mark on your face

Was very grumpy until you gave him kisses

Which was often because you craved his comfort as much as he craved yours

Frost

Your called ID popped up

He has you saved as some weird shit like "Twinkle Toes" (if you know you know)

He didn't asnwer because he was in a meeting but your voice was so broken in the voice mail it made his heart ache

You were sitting outside when he pulled into your driveway

He noticed the cigarette burns on the back of your hands when he approached and felt his blood boil

He gently bent down and pushed hair from your face, making you lean into his hand

"Hey babydoll... Are you... okay..?"

You gave a little nod and flinched when his hand completely rested against the tender skin on your cheek

"I guess..." you whispered "I hurt everywhere..."

Your voice was so broke and weak it made his stomach sick to know that someone had broken you down this far he barely recognized his stubborn and strong lover who sat in front of him

"Come on baby, let's get you out of here..."

His voice was so gentle and tender you broke down crying against him before leaning against him as he lead you to his truck.

He gently scooped you up and set you in his car with the compression blanket he used for his legs after really rough mission

He was gentle where he laid and pressed a kiss to the crown of his head before hearing the screen door slam shut behind him.

He put his military grade headphones on you and called Sandy (sandman) to talk to you as he shut the door

He made sure the volume was up loud enough you couldn't hear the screaming outside the truck as he stood there listening to it all before reeling back and knocking the mother fucker to the ground

He got back in the truck to see you dozing off, he smiled sweetly and raised your hand gently and pressed a kiss above the burn marks

He drove carefully and made sure to avoid the potholes as he saw them and glanced at you every now and then to make sure you were still sleeping well

He slept in his driveway that night, he didn't want to move you or leave you alone

So he slept out there with you

He took out for breakfast the next day, through the driveway of course

Kate Laswell

Mmmmnnnnn angry

Just angry

But she was calm as she called the police and drove calmly to meet them

She only lost her shit when she saw your torn clothes and battered up state

Her touch was so gently as she pulled you into her arms and watched as your parents approached you

She felt the slap but didn't make any action towards it, you on the other hand reacted in an aggressive way

She had to lead you out, still very calm, and sit you in her car as you screamed and cried as she held you softly and rubbed your back and soothed you

"You're okay baby, you're safe now, I won't let them hurt you, they'll never hurt you again."

She reassured you as she kissed your head gently and gave you a gentle squeeze, she was so calm it put you to sleep as she waited for the police

She greeted them with you in her arms and her lips pursed

She let them check you over and took you to the hospital and let them take care of you before taking you to her home and laying you in her bed, after putting you in one of her sweatshirts

She stayed up until you woke up the next morning and kissed you softly

The lack of sleep didn't bother her, so she was perfectly fine as she drove around with you and distracted you from the day before

She was definitely the calmest out of everyone-

Phillip Graves

hm

hehehehe

He's not the government

He's a complete jackass

Made sly comments like:

"So... you wanna die?"

or

"I can see those burns on their pretty skin, do you want the same?"

You literally had to calm him down so you wouldn't have another fight on your hands

The black eye made him furious and how you limped made him see red

He was so gentle and docile with you as you gently held onto his arm

His hand delicately patted yours but quickly pulled away when you flinched

It wasn't until the late hours of the morning you actually left, you were to busy packing and calming Phillip down in between shuffles of his truck and your room

You fell asleep in his truck but woke up to him gently rolling your sleeves up to put some soothing cream on your arms

"Hey Sweetheart, have a nice nap?"

He asked with a chuckle before pressing a gentle kiss to your arm

You giggled gently and softly played with his hair

"I love you Phillip..."

"I love you too babybell"

Vladimir Makarov

He's a terrorist

He was a terror (pun intended)

He pulled a gun on your mother and held you close

No fucks given

You had to coax him into putting the gun away

"Mak... put the gun away... please put the gun away sweetheart... I don't want a murder charge..."

He put it away with a scoff when he saw how gentle your eyes were

He didn't understand how you could be so... concerned about the woman that had shoved you down stairs and sprained your wrist, making the skin an alluring purple and blue mix

The woman that left burns on your pretty hands, the woman that wore you down to the point you were almost unrecognizable from then you left to see her a week before

As he stared down at you his gaze softened and he delicately wrapped an arm around you

"Anything for you darling..."

You led him out and sat in the back seat of his car with you

You laid out on his seats with your head in his lap while someone drove, you looked up at him so sweetly as he brushed hair from your face

By the time you arrived at his safe house you weren't really upset anymore

He had amused your silly little thoughts the entire ride and made silly promises that he'd take you anywhere you wished, so when you named Paris he was... hesitant.

He didn't want you in the middle of his war, so he asked about Sweden

Which you agreed

You laughed as you stepped into his safe house and wrapped your arms around one of the thin support beams and swung around it

"We'll lay in the flower fields, if they'll let us, and cloud gaze!"

You yelled as you laughed, pulling a chuckle from him as he wrapped his arms around your waist

"Whatever you want to do, we'll do my love"

He muttered before kissing you gently, he could taste the blood on your lips making him worry that you had a busted lip

So he took your jaw in his hand and squeezed gently, making the bottom part of your face squish up and you look confused at him

"Open your mouth sweetheart, I wanna make sure that nothing inside that pretty, smart, little mouth of yours isn't hurt."

You rolled your eyes but complied, sticking your tongue out slightly for extra measure as you did

Which he quickly found the cause of the metallic taste

You had bitten your lip, really hard in fact, and it made him gently press a kiss to your tongue

"Ew!"

You exclaimed and pulled back and laughed as you covered your face

"You're disgusting Mak!"

You yelled with a laugh as he gently grabbed your wrist with his hand and pressed a kiss to the inside of your palm

"Yeah but... you love me Darling"

You couldn't really argue with him so you just shuffled your hand out of the way and kissed him

"Damn right I do Sweetheart"

You eventually got into his bed as you tugged your shirt off and let him take care of your wounds

"How the literal, and I mean this as loving as possible Baby, did you get cut THERE?"

He asked as he moved your bra band up and gently put medical glue on the wound

"uuuhhh I dunno dude, I probably got it when I tumbled down the stairs"

You said with a shrug making him pinch your stomach

"Ow! Asshole that hurt!"

"Well don't move when I'm patching my doll up!"

He shot back, and you wouldn't yelled but you honestly were to flustered to

Your face burned and you scoffed

It took a few hours to actually get in bed

When you were dozing off, you had your head on his chest as he watched some stupid show in Russian

Though he had been nice enough to put on subtitles but you weren't really paying attention as your eyes fluttered shut

His arm was around your waist and delicately tracing shapes into the shirt, which was his, you wore

He pressed a kiss to your head and whispered:

"Sleep Маленькая кукла, you're safe now" (Little Doll)

Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin

Kinda just lurked behind you like a shadow

Very silent as he helped you pack

It was like two in the morning

He got you out of that house in an hour with all your stuff

He kissed your hand as he drove

He was the sweetest with you and held you while you cried at a pitstop and then drove with you in his lap when you passed out

10/10 boyfriend

we're all just going to pretend like I didn't forget him-

Definitely just showed up out of the blue and waited for you outside

You ran into his arms and hid your face in his chest

You pressed your face into his chest and gripped his uniform in your hands

He held you so gently and rubbed your back as your parents came out screaming

His eyes narrowed and one of his hands rested on your head and he held you tighter as he took a defensive step back before his arm went around your ass and he delicately picked you up.

"Is there an issue here?"

He asked, his voice so cold and detached as he held you up and laced his fingers with yours, calming you slightly

Your ankle was swollen and he caught a glimpse of a hand print on your upper arm and on your cheek as you shrunk into him and whispered:

"They hurt me..."

His grip became slightly tighter on you and he retreated to his truck, never turning his back

He treated this like a war zone, he pulled his truck door open and set you in as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

"You're okay now baby, you're safe. I promise..."

He whispered as you shrunk into his seat.

"alright... I love you Kees..."

"I love you too, come on, let's get you out of this shit hole..."

He gave you a lopsided smile and kissed you softly before closing his truck door

His scent, which was mostly sand and sweat if you were honest, soothed you

You found on of his hoodies, which he just carelessly threw in the back seat, and slithered into it

You pulled the hood over your head and pulled the string shut, fully engulfing yourself in his smell, which put you to sleep

You were passed out by the time Keegan got back in the truck, he smiled softly and carefully backed out of the driveway and headed towards his home

[aihaitahm]

pheromones

cw: fem! afab! reader, use of princess, dove, darling. pure nsfw. mndi.

a/n: sorry i interchanged cologne and perfume alot. hope u like it though! :3

character: blade

it has been a week since you’ve been on a mission with silverwolf which meant you havent seen your boyfriend ren. everyone knows how he has an extremely soft and loving side just for you and god fobid if anyone hurt you, he would literally hunt and kill them. but what they didnt expect was how grumpy and extra irritable he was when you were gone. his once nonchalant remarks may turn to snarky, sour ones if they annoyed him enough. he didnt like it when other people bandaged him. he would always find time to call you and actually visibly pout when you were busy. kafka teased him because shes never seen someone like him pout like a school girl waiting for their crush. in which blade mutters her a ‘mind your own goddamn business…’

he was starting to miss your touch and how adorable you were whenever you were under him. youre so confident and cocky when you retort back at his playful jabs but a crying babbling mess when he nibbles on your cute nipples. using his hands to jerk to your used underwear wasnt simply enough. your absence didnt really help in general. he cant sleep very well and he finds peace in your warmth and love while sleeping.

after long dreaded days of texting and calling, you finally arrived. you put on colonge/perfume with intense pheromones you got from one of the small shops during your journey, maybe to tease him and put it to a test. putting some on your nape, between your breasts and your thighs.

he was extremely happy when he saw you. blade couldnt show it outwardly but his aura significantly changes. he was quick to hug your frame and kiss you on the lips and immediately help you with your belongings and what not. jbringing you to your shared apartment while listening to you talk about the mission. he misses your voice and he senses your strong scent of yours and it was driving him internally crazy. he smirks at what your silly little plan was but you know what, it worked.

“bladie, whats so funny-“

he suddenly pulled you into a deep, hungry kiss. leading you to your shared bedroom, as he passionately nibbled at your lips. blade holds the back of your head gently, making sure you fall on the soft mattress properly. his hands all over your body as he explored every ethereal part of you.

you felt so vulnerable compared to him, it got you weak in the knees. trying to catch your breath was hard when all blade did was smother you with his animalistic hunger for you. you moaned through the kiss as you felt his knee go in between your legs, rubbing your thin panties under your short skirt.

“r-ren….!”

“i miss you a lot darling, but you do know teasing me with that new cologne of yours, is like playing with fire? or was that really your plan?” blade whispered in which he felt you clenched, he knows how his voice makes you crazy. he continually grinded his knee on your cloth pussy.

“no… i just happened to b-buy it because it smelled good.” you lied. you felt his intense, dark red eyes ready to pounce at his prey. you were grinding back and forth on his knee until he stopped you, looking at you darkly with a smirk.

“i hope you know good girls dont lie and if they do they have to apologize and beg.”

———

minutes passed by and you found yourself a mess, trying to make yourself cum by riding on your lover. he has been denying your orgasm and just sitting there nibbling at your nape. you were stubborn and refused to beg. it drove you crazy when he would refuse to let you cum while he bit hard in the areas you sprayed your cologne at. purple marks all over your thighs, nape and especially your chest.

“come on now… are you that stubborn? i thought you missed me hm? oh your mad because i denied your precious orgasms? maybe if you didnt lie princess, i couldve fucked you like how you liked it.” blade growled as he surprisingly slammed you down on his big cock. he loved the feeling of your hot, cute pussy around him while your wearing that short ass skirt just for him.

“ren… ppewase…”

you moaned a gibberish answer as that strong wave of his thrust was almost enough to make you cum. feeling his cock deep inside you was enough to make your toes curl and arch your back, combined with his sultry voice on your ear. he felt you writhe in his touch as he played with your nipples and nibbling at your ear, talking to you in a such a sweet dirty language.

“im sorry what was that?”

“i said… please… f-fuck me.”

“you know you should beg like you fucking mean it.”

“no…” you whimpered stubbornly, refusing to let him win. you steadied yourself as you tried to hold yourself in place and tried riding his cock. soon enough, you got tired again as you started tearing up. you just wanted to cum all over your sweet hot boyfriend!

“please ren…. i need you please fuck me… dont stop please i apologize im sorry for lying i did want to tease you on purpose, pleaseplease just fuck me and dont stop. please!”

“see that wasnt so hard princess? such a fucking slut, wearing this short skirt and wearing an intense pheromone perfume. dont complain if its too much.”

ren flipped you over as he pounded you into a mating press. sucking on your nipples as he held your knees to your chest while he thrusts in you in a fast, hard pace. hearing your sweet, high piched moans is music to his ears. he felt you tightened up as he continued with his cruel pace.

“ha…hah! cumming! cumming!~ r-ren! ” you screamed. feeling your body twitch as you felt blade hold your hands and not faltering at his pace. continuing to overstimulate you as all you could do was take in his big cock. feeling the wetness of your orgasm fall on your skirt, making a puddle beneath it.

“mmm, youre taking me so fucking good, dove. come on~ keep cumming until you cant princess.” your eyes rolled to the back and you were clawing at whatever your holding, drooling all over your mouth as you babble nonsense. clenching and cumming again and again since his thrusts wont ever stop at the moment. all you could think of is your lover. you pulled him into a kiss and he reciprocated back.

blade enjoyed seeing this sight as it drove him close to his orgasm, growling at your ear as he continously thrust messily into your sweet opening making you cum again and again.

he finally came in your cute pretty cunt. heavy breathing occured in the hot room. the smell of sex and of you was his favorite. he observed his work of art as he kissed you gently all over your body, muttering an i love you and welcome back home.

[thewulf]

Angel || Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: Request - hi! would love to send a req! i was thinking abt what to req and thought abt the song angel by shaggy! (pls listen to it first) so basically hangman has always had a crush on reader (cs: angel) and basically everytime she walks into the hard deck he goes to the jukebox to play “angel” for her, and u can go from there! no pressure to do this tho :)

A/N: My fav man. As always, hope you enjoy :)

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Y/N

Word Count: 3.6k +

One – The Hard Deck

“There she is!” Your favorite voice yelled from the corner of the bar. Immediately, a cheesy little grin came over you as your eyes found him. The stupid, stupid man who’d captured your heart so flawlessly. The stupid man who wasn’t stupid at all.

You admired him for half a second before walking right towards him, eyes right on him. The sun hit his side so beautifully it had your mouth watering right then and there. You wished he hadn’t a clue how bad you had it for him. But he only seemed to see you as a friend.

You hugged his side all too awkwardly once you made it to the high top the group was sitting at, “Hey guys.” You waved to the group of pilots you’d grown to love over the last few weeks.

“I was getting worried.” Jake turned to you brushing a hand over your arm, “It’s late. Was afraid I couldn’t do this.” He winked at you before quite literally waltzing over to the jukebox. In under five seconds Jake had picked the song and made his way right back to you.

Leaning down he whispered the start of the song in your ear. A hasty dark blush blossomed over your cheeks as you listened to his deep voice vibrating against your ear. You shoved him away playfully when you saw the looks your fellow pilots were giving the two of you. Looks that told you the obvious. Nat shook her head. Bradley made a disgusted face. Fanboy made a kissy face and you turned away with embarrassment coating your features.

Jake tugged your hand, “Come on Angel, lets get you a drink.” You let him pull you along to the bar hand in hand. You looked up to him with a big smile as you walked over to the bartender you’d become friends with.

He looked down at you suppressing the smile he wanted to give you, trying to play it somewhat cool around you, “What?”

You shook your head, “Nothing. Just admiring the view.” You remarked catching him by surprise. It was an endless game between the two of you. Incessant flirting that led to absolutely nothing. It drove the pilots mad. It drove your friends mad, and it certainly drove you absolutely fucking crazy. You were actually flirting with the guy but you’d all but given up hoping that something would happen between the two of you. It was like you were tapdancing on the line between friends and something more, but you never seemed to cross it no matter how much you let him know you wanted to. You’d just have to accept being friends with the guy. It was worth it though, to have him in your life.

“Can I tell you something?” He asked you once you made it up to the bar.

You nodded looking ahead, almost afraid of what would come out of his mouth. With your heart beginning to hammer in your chest you answered him, “Would you still tell me if I said no?”

A light laugh came from him before he shook his head at you, “Probably. Only because I know you’d say yes.”

You grinned, “A game of hypotheticals. My favorite game. Shoot, you can tell me something. Anything. Whenever you want.” It slipped out before you could stop it. He had you wrapped around his pinky finger, and he didn’t even know it.

He smirked knowing he had the upper hand now, “Really? Whatever I want?”

If you could’ve rolled your eyes harder you would’ve, “Spit it out Jake.”

He leaned on the bar turning towards you. He looked so damn good. Too damn good. It almost made you claustrophobic as he looked you over. Your own eyes scanned his face for a hint at what he was thinking.

“You look real pretty in that dress darlin’. Is that why you were so late?” He asked, prying just a little bit.

Your mind went blank once you heard his words. Was he just messing with you? You shook your head, “If you must know. I wasn’t going to come tonight. I was supposed to go on a date.” You don’t really know why you’d admitted it to him. Maybe to see his reaction? Maybe to make him feel something? You did the know the reason, just now wanting to admit it to yourself.

You’d certainly piqued his curiosity now. He leaned forward a little, you watched as his lips parted slightly. With a disbelieving voice he continued, “A date?”

“Mhmm.” You took the beer from the bartenders hand nodding at him and mumbling your thanks before turning back to Jake, “But he bailed, what’s new?” You sighed not really wanting to talk about it, but Jake was going to ask, he always did.

“Should’ve told me. I would’ve talked you out of it sooner.” He said all too confidently, “Although, I do get the benefit of him bailing. Seeing you in that pretty dress.” His eyes trailed your body all too obviously.

You shook your head smiling widely, “You’re probably right Jake.”

“Aren’t I always?” He shot you a wink knowing it’d get a rise out of you. His favorite activity.

You let out a patient breath from your nose, “You’re insufferable, you know that?” You shot him back a wink.

“And yet, you stick around Angel.” He pinched your hip before sitting back down at the high top across from you. Your cheeks burned from the smile you were holding.

“I always will. If you’ll have me, that is.” You added feeling a little nervous. You’d meant it far more deeply than you knew he’d take. Little did you know, he took it the exact same way. His heart soared. He loved you dearly. Afraid to do anything, say anything that’d put that love in jeopardy. He was as clueless to your love as you were to his.

He took a long sip of his cold beer. You watched as a bead of condensation rolled down his hands. Damn, you really did have it bad for this man. He grinned seeing your dazed gaze watching him. How he didn’t put two and two together was so typical. You were beyond obvious with your affection for the blonde pilot.

“For forever, darlin’.” He watched as the blush rose to your cheeks. A dangerous game he played with you night in and night out.

Two – The Bowling Alley

“Your late.” You poked Jake’s side. He was lacing up his bowling shoes when you spotted him. You just had to give it back to him after he gave you so much shit for

He stuck his tongue out at you earning a small giggle, “I was on a date.” He quipped. What was he onto? Looking for your reaction?

“No, you weren’t.” You snorted lightly, crossing your hands over your chest not believing a word he said.

He shook his head, “And how do you know that?” He stood taking your hand in his. You’d certainly never tire of the small signs of affection he gave you every so often. You believing it was nothing more than a friendly gesture. He knew it meant so much more.

“You’d tell me.”

He shrugged, “You didn’t tell me when you were going on one.” He walked you over to the lane you and your teammates shared every Wednesday. Wednesday night bowling league at the lanes across from the base. A two-hour long break from the real world you were talked into by Jake a few months ago.

“But that’s me Jake. You know that. You’re a big mouth. It’s why I like you so much.” You teased him poking him in the side a few more times feeling awfully touchy feely with him tonight. Not that he minded a bit.

His mouth parted in a wide smile, “Oh is it Angel?” Jake absolutely adored that your callsign was something he already wanted to call you. A literal angel on this planet. Beautiful, kind, a heart of gold and a badass in the air? He was sold the moment he saw you shoot down Bradshaw in training. That witty mouth of yours made it a close second.

“One of the few. Very few reasons I like you.” You had to humble him, always. If you only flattered him he’d become the insufferable twat he always played with Hangman. A guy so different than the one you came to love.

He scrunched his nose, “Cold darlin’. Ice cold. That’s why I love you.”

“Oh, you love me huh?” You teased.

He nodded so nonchalantly it made your heart gallop in your chest, “Sure do.” As a friend, you wanted to add.

Before you could reply you heard a yell from Nat, “Angel you’re up!” And that was Jake’s cue. As soon as you stood to go bowl your round he went to the Jukebox machine. He found the song with ease sliding in a dollar of quarters. He never forgot. He saw the laugh out of the corner of his eye when Shaggy’s song came on. It quickly becoming a running gig between the two of you.

You bowled a spare clapping with glee as you turned to your team. Nobody was paying attention except for Jake. He clapped right along with you. A gleeful laugh right along with it. God, how this man knew how to drive you right crazy.

He walked up to you taking your hands in his, “What are you doing?” You asked, a creeping blushing coursing your neck up to your cheeks.

“What’s it look like Angel? I’m dancing with you.” He took your hands guiding you in a small motion. Seeing Rooster and Phoenix snicker out of the corner of your eye raised your anxiety about the whole thing.

He shook his head, the motion drew your eyes back to him, “Look at me darlin’.” He tucked a finger under your chin keeping your eyes on him, “That’s a girl.” How’d he know you were feeling weird?

Your heart about dropped out of your body at that praise. What the hell was he doing to you? Did he have a clue how he affected you? Your knees nearly buckled in on themselves at that comment. Thank God he was holding you close.

At a loss for words your mouth simple parted before it closed. You let him lead you in whatever the hell was going on. The group of pilots going back to ignoring the two of you and your usual, odd antics. For whatever reason you were perfectly content being weird and odd and whatever Jake wanted you to do. It was fun with him. It didn’t matter with him.

“You’re my angel, you’re my darling angel.” Jake mumbled lazily bring you back to reality. It happened often with you, getting lost in your own little bubble. He thought it to be incredibly endearing. A trait he’d adored about you.

Your head slowly moved to look up to him, “I’ve always liked this song.”

He gave your hand a squeeze, “Me too.”

Three – The Piano Bar

 The five of you sat down at a table close to one of the dueling pianos. It was one of Bradley’s favorite bars, so he’d begged you to come out with him. You’d happily agreed which got an unhappy Jake to agree to go. He’d agree to do any plans if you were going to be there. The two of you growing rather close over the last few weeks.

“I’m requesting a song. Anybody need anything while I’m up?” Jake asked looking right at you. Acknowledging the group but staring at you. His eyes rarely left you.

You shook your head, “I’m good Jake. Thanks.” You waved him off turning back to the group waiting on him to come back.

“When are you going to tell him?” Nat asked leaning back in her seat.

You cocked your head to look at her, “What are you talking about Nat?”

She rolled her eyes, very aggressively, “That you like him. Love him even.” She wiggled her eyebrows knowing you were skittish when it came to admitting feelings.

“Shut up Nat.”

“See, told you boys. She wouldn’t deny it.” She leaned back even further. Her cocky grin only growing further.

“Shut up! I’ve made it rather obvious. Don’t you think?” You asked the group.

“I’ll say.” Bradley agreed quickly. While Fanboy just nodded his head agreeing without any words.

Just then your song came on. Angel by Shaggy. You smiled with the utmost happiness hearing the chords come over the Piano. Jake walked back over sliding in the seat next to you. He leaned over whispering in your ear, “I had to.” He winked before pulling completely away.

Midway through the song Jake stood holding his hand out to you, “Dance with me?” He asked looking at you longingly.

Placing your hand in his he pulled you up quickly. Leaning down he brushed your ear with his lips, “You look real pretty again tonight. A real-life angel.”

You shook your head, “That’s quite the compliment Jake.”

“The truth Angel.” He winked pulling you close to him

Letting out a nervous breath you answered him, “Thank you.” You whispered leaning your head on his chest hesitantly. He smiled down at you placing a hand on the side of your head pressing your head in further to his chest gently. Letting you know it was okay, he welcomed the contact. He wanted the contact from you. Needed it.

You got the message and leaned yourself on his. He wrapped his hands around you gently. You’d ignored the comments and snickers from your friends close by. Nat letting out a cheer when she saw the intimacy between the two of you.

“You’re a queen and that’s how you should be treated.” Jake whispered kissing your cheek softly. The two of you had shared many friendly kisses on the cheek but this felt different. It felt like it was loaded with a thousand questions. A million what-ifs.

You closed your eyes embracing the moment with him. Enjoying the little snippets of the song he sang to you. When it ended you opened your eyes to see his intently studying you.

“You’re beautiful Y/N. So beautiful.” He admitted before he could turn back. It was a step. A small step in the right direction to test the waters. The blush that coated your cheeks were sign enough for him. You felt it too. The pull and the attraction. A rare feeling you needed to lean into.

“Thank you Jake. You’re not so bad yourself. Clean up nice. Handsome guy.” You kissed his cheek right on back before letting go of him and stepping away. You’d joined the table again once the song was over. Nat gave you a knowing look. You simply shook your head and looked away. You’d tell her later.

Four – Allie’s Wedding

“Jake Seresin. Will you have this dance with me?” You asked holding your hand out to him. ‘Can’t Help Falling In Love,’ played in the background. A song you asked Allie, your best friend, to include on the wedding playlist.

Nodding quickly, he took your hand in his. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, not for a single second. He loved that he was sitting in the crowd, and you were standing by her side. The bride was beautiful, but you were so much more in his eyes. He watched as your eyes lit up seeing your best friend glide down the aisle. He dabbed his own eyes seeing you cry when she got married. He was a damn sucker for you and only you.

He placed one hand around your hip and another around your back pulling you close. You placed hands over his shoulders. Looking up you grinned to him, “Thanks for coming with me tonight.

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else darlin’.” He squeezed your hip with his hand that was placed there. Goosebumps right up your arm gave you away.

You looked his face over wanting nothing more than him, “It means a lot the me Jake. Thank you.”

Lightly, he place his forehead on yours. Shivers ran down your body as you felt his hot breath on your face. He pulled your waist closer to his as the two of you swayed to the music, “’Course,” He said as if it was the most obvious thing, because to him it was, “Can I tell you something?” He asked feeling awfully nervous about what he was going to admit to you in a few seconds.

You smiled brightly, “Always, Jake.”

Now or never. Jake had promised himself he’d do this today. You’d all but confirmed your feelings out loud to him, “I love you. So much Y/N. Love, like love you. I love you as a friend yes. But what I’m trying to say is that I’m in love with you.” He laughed feeling a weight released from his chest. He hardly ever called you by your actual name, he must’ve been pretty serious you concluded. That must’ve meant he actually loved you.

You felt your blood run cold. Something you’d wished to hear for so long coming out of his mouth, “You do?” It didn’t feel real, not for a second.

His forehead was still on your as he nodded into you, “Yes. So much. For so long. I’m sorry if you don’t…”

“Shut up Jake.” You placed a gentle finger on his lips getting him to stop talking immediately.

“What?” He looked exasperated, confused as hell. He didn’t know which way you were going to take it.

Rolling your eyes, you felt a surge of confidence. Grabbing the back of his head with both of your hands you answered him, “I love you too. So much.” He let out a soft hiss at the touch of your hands before a smirk adorned that beautiful face of his.

“I’m going to kiss you now.” He waited for a response of any sort before he did anything.

A nod from you was all he needed before he took your breath away. A gentle kiss turned more desperate quickly. Years of longing. Years of barely missing each other. Years of chasing and pining finally led to this moment. He was yours. You were his. It was that simply. Finally, that simple.

You broke apart needy for oxygen. Jake kissed down your neck not giving a damn if he needed to breathe or not. He finally had you. He needed to show you much he needed you. Craved and desired you. He made it all the way to your collar bone before your gasped.

You pulled his head off your neck feeling all too overwhelmed, “You can’t do that here.” A breath escaped your mouth as you tried to regain control of your heart.

A sly smile crossed his lips as he realized he had you in his grasp. He leaned over whispering right into your ear, “Why not pretty thing?” Jake had to admit he loved the way you shivered beneath him knowing he was the cause.

“Because.” You were nearly whimpering in his grasp. His thumbs pressed in at your hips pulling you as close as he could get away with publicly.

Jake shook his head leaning to your other side, “Because why?” He whispered so damn close again. Fucking hell, he was out to kill you.

“Jake.” You were puddy in his hands completely forgetting the wedding reception going on around you.

“Words darlin’.” He kissed your forehead, “Can’t read that gorgeous mind of yours.” He pulled back waiting on your response. Searching your face for anything.

You leaned up to him on your tippy toes knowing your words were less than savory for the guests around you, “Because Jake. It made me want to rip that very nice form-fitting jacket right off of you.” Nibbling at his ear lobe you heard a grumble rip from his chest.

“And you can’t do that and say that here.” He pulled you back grabbing at your sides cursing under his breath. You caught the goosebumps that rippled across his neck. This time you got to grin right at him. A gotcha right back at him per say, “Jesus. Where did that come from?” His wide eyes looked around seeing if anybody had noticed the heated interaction.

You shrugged, “Always been here Jake.” Your confidence only grew as you watched him literally melt into your words. Surely, some nasty things were crossing his minds. Because they certainly were yours.

“Angel.” He groaned placing his hands on either side on your face, “We’re not going to the after party, right?” He kissed you for the second time. Not as desperate but just as hungry. You were it. His endgame. Everything he needed.

You laughed, “We have to go to the after-party Jake.” You had to give him credit for trying. And he’d certainly be

He sighed, “Of course.” He didn’t want to dampen your mood, so he smiled nodding right along.

“But you’re coming back to my place after that.” You winked pulling his tie, so he’d lean down and kiss you once more. You were certain you would never tire of his lips on yours.

“If you insist.” He played right along.

“Oh, I insist.” You ran your hands up his back as you hugged him.

He savored everything about the moment. This was it. His happiness, “Your wish is my command Angel.” He pulled your head up before leaning down and kissing your forehead, “Now let’s get on out there and dance. Allie’s been staring for a little too long.”

You grinned taking his hand, “It’s a deal cowboy.”

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Friday Night Fights

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader

Summery: Work is getting stressful and during your weekly hang with Kakashi he finally unleashes all of that stress on your body.

Warnings: NSFW, Hard Dom Kakashi, Degrading, BDSM, Body Piercings, Squirting, Oral, Unprotected Penetration

Word Count: 5.7k

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Running the metal ball along the roof of your mouth, you play with your tongue piercing while you think. You’re reading over the files your team gave to you for revision. It’s near the end of the fiscal year and you are desperately trying to concentrate. Now that you were a team lead, you had more responsibility than you wanted. You really only took the promotion for the pay. Looking over at the stacks of paper in each corner of your desk, you remember how fun it was last year when you were a normal agent. Responsible for nothing and just having fun working with your two friends.

Three years ago you started at your current job. During your training class you made fast friends with Rin and Kakashi. The three of you spent all of your breaks and meals together. After the second day, you exchanged numbers and made a group chat specifically for your inside jokes about management. Then by the end of your first week your trio started a weekly ritual of hanging out every Friday for what you dubbed ‘Friday Night Fights.’

Each week you rotated who’s house you went too. The host being responsible for the evening’s food. The other two, responsible for the entertainment. Usually it was a movie or some kind of game. One of your favorite nights was when the three of you played twister. Rin had to reach her right foot to red and ended up sweeping your leg causing you to fall on top of her and accidentally hitting Kakashi’s face on your descent. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him more angry than when he thought his handsome face might’ve been blemished by your loss.

“Relax pretty boy. Women like scars”

Eventually though, life caught up with you. Kakashi switched departments and you got a promotion within your current one. Rin found a job in her field and you saw her less. Now she only comes to Friday Night Fights once a month, if that. Most of the time it was just you and Kakashi. The games became less frequent and Netflix began to take its place. The vibe shifted from wholesome fun to a flirty standoff between the two of you. Unsure if you want to cross the line from friends to more, even though you were definitely slipping down that slope already.

The last few weeks Friday Night Fights was essential for both you and Kakashi cause work was such a pain. The end of the fiscal year was upon you and there was a lot of pressure to close every project your team had been working on. The final profit report was due and your budget for the next year had to be submitted and reviewed.

Kakashi’s department was just as bad. It didn’t help that he was always going toe to toe with his boss cause she never did the projects correctly and always relied on him to fix it for her. She refused to listen to his advice ahead of time and only seemed to need his opinion a week before anything was due. The helplessness drove him mad.

“She literally dropped the same stack of reports on my desk that I told her last week needed to be itemized! Now I have to sort through two hundred accounts and pull up the breakdown of the services rendered by next Thursday!”

“Why don’t you come back to my department?”

“Cause I don’t wanna lose the pay. It’s not like they’ll give me a team lead role after a year of being in another department.”

“True. Maybe you should just take Val’s job.”

“Seriously. She makes me wanna choke someone out. How did someone so irresponsible become a senior manager anyways? It pisses me off.”

“Nepotism probably. Or maybe she slept her way to the top.”

“Har har. Wish I could sleep my way to the top.”

“Have you seen yourself? You definitely could.”

Kakashi shoots you a look. “Val’s manager is a guy.”

“And you could turn ‘im.”

Kakashi playfully smacks your ass while you finish cooking in the kitchen. You were craving strip steak so you splurged a little this week.

“What’s the occasion anyways?”

“The occasion is called self care. Work sucks this month and we still have a week to go. I wanna treat myself. Just count yourself lucky that I included you.”

“Don’t act like you wouldn’t have shared.”

“I don’t know, I’m a pretty selfish person.”

“Oh please, you're literally the nicest person at the company. You can’t say no to anyone.”

“Hey! I can say no.”

“Psh, yeah right. You’re a textbook people pleaser. That’s why you’re so stressed.”

“Maybe I’m stressed cause my best friend is making wild accusations.”

“Wild?! Hello Y/N, meet delusion.”

“Fuck off!”

Kakashi slaps your ass again before pushing himself off the counter to go look for plates.

“Can you grab the fancy napkins out of the towel drawer?”

“You wanna use cloth napkins?” he says in an almost mocking tone

“Yes. It’s been a shitty week. I wanna be fancy. Sue me.”

Kakashi nearly rolls his eyes as he grabs the restaurant quality napkins from the drawer. You wanted to be fancy yet he knew for a fact you wouldn’t be eating at the table. You plate the meal and grab your ‘fancy’ glass of boxed wine before heading to the living room.

The two of you sit on the couch and eat the potatoes and steak while Kakashi turns on “10 Things I Hate About You.” He always was a sucker for chick flicks which was one of your favorite parts of his personality. You find yourself leaning against him after your plates have been discarded to the coffee table, cleaned of their contents, napkins on top.

Near the end of the movie Kakashi gets a text. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and the title of the sender says ‘Val my Boss’ ‘Bitch’

Come in two hours early on Monday to get started on those invoices

Kakashi closes his phone without responding and throws it down on the couch.

“Everything okay?”

“It wants me there two hours early on Monday”

“That sucks! She’s the worst.”

“Fuckin sick of her”

“On the bright side, you get overtime pay.”

Kakashi scowls at you. “Did I ask for your opinion?”

You nuzzle into him some more. “I was just trying to cheer you up. You don’t have to be annoying about it.”

Something in Kakashi snaps. He turns to grab you. Fingers closing around your throat, “Don’t call me annoying. Didn’t anyone teach you that name calling was rude.”

In your surprise, you felt a jolt of excitement between your legs. You let out a little whimper and the sound was so gratifying that Kakashi lifted his fingers lightly just to regrip your neck and squeeze harder. He shifts his weight so he is fully facing you, leaning inches from your face.

“Maybe I need to teach you some manners.”

You silently nod as you look at him, eyes getting lost in his, excitement coursing through your body. He pulls you forward by your neck and kisses you, immediately shoving his tongue in your mouth. You moan. Your hands fly up to his hair, lightly pulling at the soft tresses. Kakashi mounts you, straddling you so you can’t run from him, not that you would. One hand on your throat, the other behind your head, pushing your face against his.

The heat between you had been building for the better part of a year. You had been imagining this moment for a while but never did you picture him choking you. It must’ve been your lucky day cause the choking was leaps and bounds hotter than any scenario you had imagined.

You push your tongue past his lips and rub your piercing along his inner gum line. Kakashi groans into your mouth, gently nibbling on the muscle between his teeth. You playfully flick the ball of your piercing along the roof of his mouth. He squeezes your neck harder and leans back.

“Shit Y/N, that’s fucking hot.”

He goes back to sucking on your bottom lip while you nibble on his upper one, each getting toothy with the other, slowly starting to pull on each other’s hair more with each passing second.

Suddenly it occurs to you that you might be ruining your friendship and things could be weird after this. You don’t wanna lose your best friend.

“Wait Kash, should we be doing this?”

Kakashi leans back, taking his hands off of you. For a millisecond you regret your words. You want this. You want him. Why the fuck did you stop it? But then you see him reach for his belt buckle and you exhale. You see him undo the clasp, pulling it out from the loops of his jeans.

“I’m so sick and tired of women telling me what to do.”

He wraps the belt around your wrists and tugs at the excess length, lifting your hands up and behind your head, elbows bent at the ears, his arm behind your back as his other hand comes up to your jaw. In a menacing tone he smoothly leans in to give you a piece of his mind.

“How about for once, one of you shuts up, and do what I tell you to do for a change?”

The question nearly knocks the wind out of you. You can feel your underwear soak. The sternness in his voice made you instinctually slip out the words,

“Yes sir”

You part your lips and he's back at them, playing with your piercing before you push it back into his mouth to keep running the metallic ball along his interior. You really were a textbook people pleaser.

The hungry moan from his mouth falls into yours. You want nothing more than for him to spend hours here in this very position but it’s not up to you. It’s up to him to decide how long you are to receive his lips. Which to your disappointment, is not very long.

He gets up off of you and yanks on the end of the belt so that you are forced to lie down on the couch. He slips his hand out from under your back but your body weight on the end of the tether keeps your hands in position. He’s on top of you once more and you can feel his erection through his pants. Your eyes shift down to gaze at the bulge when he distracts you.

Kakashi reaches for the hem of your tight tank and pulls it over your head so that your face is trapped under the fabric. He pulls up your sports bra allowing your chest to fall out of the support. You hear his growl as his eyes fall on your tits. To his excitement you’ve been keeping a naughty secret from him. Each peak lay trapped between two black cones. You had pierced your nipples as well as your tongue.

“Oh I’m gonna have fun with you.”

Oh gods I hope so…

Kakashi dragged his tongue tantalizingly slow over each bud. They were more erect than usual from the hauntingly beautiful man kneeling over you. He lapped at your right nipple, letting his lower lip catch on the jewelry earning a gasp from you.

“F-fuck Kashi.”

Grabbing your breasts with both hands, Kakashi went back and forth sucking on each peak, tugging on your piercing, then blowing cold air on the wet tip before switching over to the other. Your back arched up towards him involuntarily. You wished you could have watched him play with you but instead you were trapped in your own shirt waiting for Kakashi to let you see.

When Kakashi started biting down on your nipples you moaned loudly at the pain. He was enjoying your piercings too much. They already made you more sensitive on a daily basis and now he was out to torture you for his own fun. You started to squirm under him and he slapped down on your tit.

“Ah”

“Be still”

He barked, but he didn’t actually want you to be still. He just wanted to see your internal struggle. He wanted to wreak havoc over your body the way his bitch of a boss was wreaking havoc over his life. For once he was in control and he loved it.

You rubbed your legs together, the arousal you felt was too much. You craved relief.

“Kashi” you whine

“Fine slut, here.” he switched your legs so instead of being under him they were wrapped around his waist.

“Grind on me and make yourself cum.”

You obey, glad to get some alleviation from the flood of need consuming you as his muscle continues to glide over your peaks, tugging and rubbing on the black hardwear. The sensation in your nipples tingling down to the nerves between your legs, rubbing heavily on Kakashi’s lap. You push into his clothed erection, creating heat from the friction. You feel the desire building as you get reprieve where you need it. Little gasps and moans generate under the shirt, as your core works to roll your hips up and down on him.

“Mmmm, keep going little slut. Show me how much you want to get fucked.”

He tugs particularly hard on your nipple as you try to reply

“Gahhh! Yes sir.”

He wished he could see how your face scrunched up as he played with his new favorite toys but there was just something so sexy about you being trapped in your shirt. It made him want to take advantage of you. Like you were some pathetic weakling, waiting for him to destroy you.

You grind more desperately, feeling close to a release. Kakashi begins to mark your chest while his fingers pinch and play with your nipples. He was driving you insane. Your mind clouding as your hips frenzied up and down along the bulge in his pants. Breath becoming labored as you frantically chased your orgasm.

Kakashi released his lips from your skin, satisfied with his artwork but fingers still playing with your tips.

“That’s it. I know you’re close. Show me how much you want me to stuff you.”

“Yes! Yes sir, yes!”

Kakashi was so tempted to grab your hips and finish the job but he held himself back. There was plenty of time left to manipulate you. This was you earning it. To keep his hands busy he brought one back up to your neck, bearing down on your windpipe while the other found the belt, giving it another tug to keep your hands under your shoulder blades.

You slowed your strokes making them big and heavy, tugging your lips through your pants and soon he could feel you shiver against him.

“Did the little slut make herself cum?”

“Mhm” you whine under your shirt.

“Good job” he praises with another swat to your chest.

Kakashi begins to rip down your pants, spitting on your pussy before giving it a wack of his palm. He then pulls the neck of your shirt above your face so that it is still binding your arms together but now you can at least see.

He stands up and begins to shed his clothes. You watch, mesmerized by his towering figure. His work at the gym was yielding mouth watering results and you couldn’t stop yourself from gawking. You wanted to lick between each muscle and leave bruises all along his abdominals the way he marked your tits.

“Lets put this mouth to better use, hmm?”

You nod, looking up through your lashes at him.

“On your knees, whore. Now!”

You slide off the couch to stand up on your knees before him. He pushes your head down to his balls for you to collect them in your mouth. You stick your pierced tongue out to pull them into where they belong while Kakashi strokes his freed boner violently.

You fit both orbs in between your lips and suck, running your pink muscle all over them, massaging them with the stainless steel ball resting at the center of your tongue.

“That’s right. You’re nothing more than a good mouth for sucking on my nuts.”

You hum in agreement and feel Kakashi’s balls tighten as you do. “Fuck, just a perfect little slut. Yes you are.”

You loved his praise. Your eyes closed as you savored the taste of him. He ripped his balls out of your mouth and replaced it with his pink tip. You looked him in the eyes while you worshiped it. Giving light kitten licks before wrapping your lips around it. That’s when you noticed. He had been keeping a kinky secret from you too. Your lips run over a dydoe piercing on the top rim of his mushroom head. Your eyes widen.

“You like?”

You nod your head keeping him inside your mouth. You suck and begin prodding at his slit with the tip of your pointed tongue before rubbing it with the ball in your mouth. Kakashi shivers from the feeling.

You start to take more of him in your mouth, keeping your tongue out so that the round stainless steel end massages his shaft as you bob up and down on him. You can feel the small silver studs adorning his rim rubbing the back of your throat and you can’t wait to know how they feel inside your empty cunt. But you don’t get to enjoy these musings for too long. Kakashi places both hands on the back of your head and starts ramming himself down your throat. You choke and he holds you there. Keeping you down on him. The drool in your mouth starts spilling past your lips.

“That’s a good girl. Keep my dick in your throat.”

Your face was turning bright red as you waited to breathe. Finally he pulled you back. You gasp and pant, swallowing what oxygen you could before he was shoving himself back in.

“Eyes open, I want you looking at me.”

You obey as he bullies your throat. His hands in your hair tilting your face up so he can gaze down on you. Drinking in the feeling of power, having you down on your knees before him.

“You gonna be a good little slut and service my cock, right?”

You try to say yes but it comes out muffled. “Huh? What’s that? I couldn’t hear you.”

You try again but he deliberately starts thrusting in and out of your mouth. “Speak up if you have something to say.”

You try to say yes again but now he is freely fucking your face, ramming himself down your windpipe, while he pushes your head towards him. Hissing from the feeling of your tongue ring at the base of his shaft. He had never thought about how that stupid little steel bar in your mouth could be so useful to him. Now he may never stop thinking about it.

“Good girl.” he coos, “Don’t forget to look up.”

You try but then he pushes himself extra far and your eyes snap shut as your core tightens. You think you’ve had about all you can take when he finally pulls you off of him and spins you around so your face lays on the couch with your feet planted on the ground, displaying your holes to Kakashi’s leering eyes.

He immediately goes to swat at your lips dripping with arousal. The sound of impact is loud as you cry out.

“This cute little pussy is for me, ey?”

“Yes!” you cry.

You want him in you so bad. You need to feel him fill your hole the way he filled your mouth. You are eager to feel just how good his piercing rubs your walls. You wiggle your behind, asking for him to enter.

“You think you deserve a reward for taking my cock in your mouth so good?”

“Please sir”

He brings the palm of his hand down hard on your rear. “You don’t get rewarded for doing the bare minimum.”

Your skin stings from the blow but then it’s washed away from his tip prodding at your entrance. He teasingly enters only half way, stroking you lightly before pulling out and striking you with immense force again. As you cry he reenters you, deeper than before. Stroking in and out hearing your moans before he pulls out again and strikes with even more force. You feel like your skin is burning when he plunges in all the way. He thrusts in and out quickly making you sing before he rips out of your tightening hole to strike you several times. He repeats the brutal process, taunting you.

“You think you’re special just cause you can take a dick? Ha! You’re just a little whore.”

You reply with cries and screams, noises falling out of you from the beating.

“You think you’re special cause I chose to shove my dick in you? Think again slut. You’re just a toy for my pleasure.”

Your skin felt like it was on fire. Your knees grew weak from the game. It felt too good but he was edging you. Giving you pleasure but pulling out and hitting you before you could get off.

He unwraps your wrists and finishes taking off your shirt and bra. He throws them across the room and loops the belt around your neck, tugging on the end like a leash. Your fingers desperately reach up to the leather.

He holds onto the belt while shoving himself into you, taking you from behind like the little sex doll that you are. He rails through you pushing your organs aside while tugging hard on the belt, letting it constrict around your throat as your back bows. Nothing but grunts make it past your lips as the backs of your thighs collide with his hips. With his free hand he keeps hitting your plush behind, watching the ripples wash over your skin.

Your hands find their way to the couch cushions for support but he doesn’t like that. No, you’re not helpless enough like that.

“Spread your cheeks”

“Yes sir” you whisper

You reach behind you and spread your fingers before sinking them into the flesh of your behind, tugging outward so Kakashi could get a full view of your puckered rear and his wide girth gliding in and out of your labia. He groaned at the sight of your beautiful submission. Reveling in the feeling of how much tighter he had to hold the leash now that more of your weight was resting on your neck.

You choke as he wraps the belt around his knuckles. A reminder that you are no longer in control. At work you were in charge of so many daily operations but at this moment you were at Kakashi’s mercy. You were relieved of any choices. Your current master made them for you. Even the choice to breathe had been stripped away and that thought made juices squelch around his member invading your silken cavern.

Kakashi thrusts into you, abusing you, taking out all his pent up frustration on your body. He sees your starting to go limp and lets up on your tether, opting to grab you at your elbows instead. The improved grasp on your body allows him to slam in more forcefully and hit you even deeper than he did before.

Now that the tension had fallen from your neck you were able to properly breathe again. You begin screaming from the new depths of Kakashi’s dick in your slit. Feeling how his ring was massaging you in his assault, dragging along your walls as they squeezed around him.

As much as he savored the sounds of your surrender, he couldn’t have your neighbors checking in on you so he grabbed one of the napkins from the coffee table and stuffed it in your mouth, gagging you so as to muffle your cries. You couldn’t help how noisy you were. The stimulation was just overwhelming.

Thinking it couldn’t get more intense, he shoves you forward so your knees fall onto the couch. He grabs your hair and pushed your face onto the back of it, while reaching around your waist to begin rubbing your swollen bud. He begins stroking again and you feel yourself unravel. Your hands go to grip the couch again when he yanks on your hair to bring your ear close to his mouth.

“Did I say you could let go of your ass?”

You shake your head and bring your hands back behind you. He shoves your head back down and says,

“Grab your elbows. This ass needs some punishment.”

You whine, knowing your bright red skin can’t handle any more spanking but that isn’t your decision to make. You fold your arms behind your back and hold onto your elbows, bent over the back of the couch, your erect nipples grazing the upholstery. He lifts a foot onto the couch, posed as Captain Morgan so as to keep himself inserted as he brings his hand down on your cheek. He feels how you clench up in pain, straining around his girth. It eggs him on as he continues spanking your backside. You flinch and cry but he knows you like it. He feels how you drip. Slick coating your inner thighs.

“Only a whore would enjoy this so much. Tell me, are you a whore?”

You scream into the napkin as he brings his hand down again.

“Answer me!”

You try to scream ‘yes’ but the fabric has you silenced. He snatches it out from between your teeth as he strikes you again.

“Yes!! Yes I love it sir!”

He shoves the napkin back in, satisfied with your answer.

“Fuckin knew it, filthy slut”

With a final slap he pulls your hips back so you’re lined up along the edge of the couch. He stands behind you, one hand digging into your hip, the other still tangled in your hair, burying your face into the back cushion of the couch.

He drags in and out of you slowly, taunting you. Each time coming out to the tip so your ridge feels the metallic studs tug at it. Then he buries himself up to the hilt, pushing in just a little more when he’s flush against your rear. Satisfied moans come from your chest.

He drops the hand on your hip and brings it back to your clit, rubbing circles around it. You squeeze around him and flinch. He leans down,

“Do you like when I rub there?”

“Mhm” is all you can say before he releases your hair to take hold of your hips. He starts driving in. Both hands now placed on the flesh of your waist, pulling you back into him harshly with each thrust. He gains speed, the momentum causing his balls to crash into your clit, replacing the work his fingers were doing. Your face melts into a pleasured expression as you feel that coil of tension, that had been building since his earlier edging, on the verge of snapping.

His brutal pace left his sack crashing into your clit relentlessly. Your face bounces against the cushions until you finally release. You spray as you shake, graffitiing the couch with your fluids, the tingling warmth of the orgasm radiating from your cunt.

Kakashi pile drives into you, not letting you rest, allowing his balls to continue slapping into your swollen, wet clit as you spray, making your jerk violently. He grabs your hips tighter, keeping control of your body so he can continue to pound into you. You scream and writhe, trying to escape his grasp, almost letting go of your elbows to push him off.

Your sensitivity was all consuming and he didn’t care at all. You were a toy, a fleshlight, poised to service him. He was going to take advantage of how tightly your walls were bearing down on him, even if it was uncomfortable for you.

Your cries fell on deaf ears as Kakashi sank himself into you. He pushed you forward on the couch more, making room for him to kneel behind you. He brought up one knee and lifted your leg to rest on top of it, spreading you when you were already too tender to take any more. The new angle deepened his access, allowing him to push your diaphragm out of the way as he chases his pleasure.

You were brilliant. Your sweaty slick covered body contorted to his every whim. The look of your fucked out face turning around to plead with him for mercy where none would be granted. How the napkin was wet around your lips from the drool collecting in your mouth. The bright red on your ass cheeks from taking a beating by his hand and the perky peaks of your tits, rubbing along the couch’s fabric. The cones of your piercings, threatening to snag, tempting his hands to toy with them again.

One hand planted on your hip, controlling the pace, while the other reached up and began groping your chest. He was obsessed with your nipples. The piercings were too enticing. As much as he loved the current position, he needed to see your tits.

He withdrew from inside of you with a loud squelch and pulled you down to the floor, your bare back making contact with the area rug below. You brought your knees up near your arm pits, holding them spread as Kakashi sunk his tip past your folds, stroking in and out of you passionately while his hand roamed the surface of your chest, playing with the bars piercing your buds. You make doe eyes at him as he does, making him smirk with pride. Maybe this is his new Friday night ritual with you. You spread your legs while he plays with your tits.

He bends his head to give them both a harsh suck before he adjusts your legs to go over his shoulders. You hands wrap around his neck as he starts to slam into your corridor. You scrunch up from the intensity. Your head burying into Kakashi’s neck before a particularly cruel snap of his hips had you flinging your head back, nails sinking into the skin at the base of his head, your back arching off the carpet before he leaned forward, bending you in two. He was close to finishing, pounding feverishly into you. The last of his stress melting away as he wrecks your pussy, shredding the inside, rubbing it raw, filling it with his precum. His anger turns to pleasure. Teetering once more on the brink of orgasm. He leans in even more and you fall over the edge, gushing around him, cum dripping from your folds and down your ass crack. Your mewls are muzzled by the napkin still stuffed in your mouth as mascara runs down your sweaty tear soaked cheeks. You are the picture of wrecked and it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

Just as he’s about to burst he rips the napkin out of your mouth and grabs a fist full of your hair to drag your face to his cock so he can shoot his heavy load down your throat. You stick out your tongue and hollow your cheeks to pull as much cum from his shaft as you can, feeling it rhythmically spring to the back of your throat. His salty taste filling your mouth.

When he’s done, you hold the suction and bob your head some more. He flinches but you grab his waist, getting revenge for his earlier brutality after you squirted. He fists your hair and pulls back forcefully.

“Nice try slut.”

You smile up at him, feeling fully fucked out. Smiling back down at you, he kisses your face. He pulls you up but only to push you back down on the couch so he can lay on top of you and sloppily make out while he plays with your nipple piercings some more. You sleepily wrap your arms around him, drained from his pounding. 

“I’m spending the night.”

“Yes sir.” you whisper in your ear.

“Don’t get me riled up again. I don’t think you can take a second round.” he murmurs into your ear before kissing your temple. You ignore him and wrap your legs around his waist, grinding against him with your bare sex.

Stopping you before he gets carried away, he stands up and throws your body over his shoulder like a nap sack. He hoists you up to your bathroom to shower. 

After turning on the water he fingers you under the spray, pinning you against the wall and toying with his new obsession. Your already very weak knees are unable to hold your weight as they quake in pleasure. His digits bury themselves inside you, scoping out the damage done by his length minutes prior, feeling how he tore and scratched you. 

After making you cum a third time, fourth time total, he washes himself off. Then scrubs down your weakened form, being extra gentle around the rug burn on your back as well as your very bruised and beaten bottom.

Turning off the water and drying you both, he pulls your exhausted body to your bedroom, grabbing panties and a fresh tank top from the top drawer of your dresser. You slowly and sleepily put them on as he goes to get his briefs from the living room. When he returns he sees you try to put on pajama pants.

“Absolutely not.”

You stop in your tracks as he strides over to swat at your hand. He kicks the bottoms aside for the crime of trying to hide your beautiful body and takes posession over your mouth. Kissing you as he guides you backwards onto the bed. You climb in together and pull the covers up over your bodies while you wrap your leg over his hips. You sleepily grind on him with your eyes closed, sucking on his face, feeling wiped out from how he ravaged you.

He tickles your ear as he whispers, “You realize you’re not allowed to wear bras anymore.”

“I’m not?” you dreamily ask between kisses

“No” he replies with a pinch to your nipples through your shirt. “I need to see these at all times.”

“I can do that”

“Good slut”

You laugh into his mouth, continuing to kiss him. Excited for next Friday.

Masterlist

[dont-offend-the-bees]

Though We're Strangers 'Til Now

And now for something completely different! Now I want you guys to do me a favour here, and I need you to picture this fic as having like, a BBC Saturday night family show budget. I’m specifically talking Atlantis, but if you’ve not seen Atlantis (like most people), think Merlin. I wrote Edwin and Charles’ voices entirely as I’d write them in canon-verse, with nearly no regard to the fact I was transplanting them into ancient Greece, so it’s VERY important to me that you embrace the Camp. This is a styrofoam dungeon. Charles is about to meet his destiny in a labyrinth that’s just a quarry in Wales. The historical outfits all have zips up the back. Get on board with the vibe. This one goes out to @every-moment-a-different-sound, who not only made me aware of Painland week as a thing but also approached me for a collab! Go check out their FUCKING GORGEOUS GIFS for this fic!!! This fic quite literally wouldn’t exist without them, Robin you fuckin' rule 💛 4.7k, T-rated, also available on Ao3. Thanks again, @painlandweek!

The dungeon was a proper dingy place. Charles wondered if that's where they got the name from. Dingy, dungeon. Too similar to be a coincidence, right?

Lying on his back on the hard wood pallet, head on his hands, he stared at the pale moonlight bleeding through the window. 'Window' was being a bit generous; it was more of a slit in the wall. Narrow, barred, so high he could've stood on tiptoes and barely brushed it with his fingertips. But at least it was big enough to let in that light. He supposed he was lucky. Between the sliver of moonlight and the sputtering candle in the hallway past the wall of bars, he was bloody spoiled. He didn't know exactly where they were sending him tomorrow, but he had a pretty strong hunch that it would be dark. The kind of dark that drove men mad. Maybe the madness would get him before the bloody great beast in the tunnels got the chance.

Seemed a bit off, really. Putting him in the dingy dungeon when he bloody volunteered for this. Maybe they thought he'd change his mind and leg it in the night. Any half-sensible person would, wouldn't they? No one had ever given Charles an earful for having common sense, though. Usually the opposite.

No running away for him, that's for sure. He was bedded down for the night, just him and a handful of snoring cellmates. Despite the panic and crying, the six other lads had managed to drift into some kind of sleep, however uneasy. Not Charles, though. Too much on his mind. The stupid idea that brought him here in the first place. The near certainty that he'd fail, in the end, and he’d have no one but himself to blame for his bloody demise.

Wasn’t all bleak thoughts, though. After all, there was always him.

The prince.

He closed his eyes, letting it all play out in his head again. Stepping off the boat, being 'greeted' (shackled and marched to the dungeons) by the 'welcoming committee’ (royal guard). Him and thirteen other boys and girls, thanked like heroes and handled like criminals. The king in all his fancy regalia, booming his solemn gratitude to the brave youths for their sacrifice — as if any one of them but Charles had any choice in it. And standing there, at the king's back...

Look, Charles may have had more important things to think about, but he knew a fit lad when he saw one.

Fit didn't even cover it. The boy was just about the most gorgeous thing Charles had ever seen — or ever would see. Unless he spotted a prettier one before he died tomorrow, that is. Bit unlikely.

There was just something about him, the prince. Charles wasn't even into the posh sort, generally. Like with the more well-to-do lads from his own town — something about the baked-in entitlement soured them. Made them ugly, even if they were objectively alright looking. He could smile politely and play nice, but he’d sooner kiss a frog than a rich merchant’s kid. And a prince was a pretty big step up from a merchant's son, wasn't he? By rights he ought to be even worse. Charles probably didn't even register as a human to him. He wasn’t worth wasting a thought on.

Except Charles could still picture him perfectly, in his head. He could play out the whole welcome start to finish. How Charles' heart, all shrivelled in fear, had jumpstarted soon as he clapped eyes on the prince.

"Charles..."

He'd had dark hair all perfectly combed into an inky shine, almost prettier than the gold crown on top of it. Eyes like sea glass, clear and green and shining with a cunning light; eyes that had scanned the line of offerings and landed on Charles. Fixed him with such an intense, curious scrutiny he'd actually felt himself blush.

Hadn't Charles seen him somewhere before? That chin, that nose, those high cheekbones? He could've sworn he'd walked past him at a temple somewhere, carved from pristine marble. He could see him so clearly in his mind's eye, surely he must've known him all his life.

"Charles...?"

If he concentrated, really concentrated, he could even hear his voice...

"Charles Rowland!"

Blimey, that was scary. That sounded real.

Charles blinked his eyes open and frowned. He let his head flop to the side and looked across the cell, where the stone wall gave way to bars.

There, framed by iron and flickering candlelight, there he stood. Pretty as a picture — baffling as a dream.

Charles sat up, slow, cautious. He almost said something proper stupid, like 'what's a nice boy like you doing in a dungeon like this?'

"Um," he fumbled. "Evenin'?"

Mm. Not much better, really, was it?

"Evening, your highness?" he corrected himself, with a wince. Gods, his old man would've walloped him good and proper for talking to a royal like that.

Prince Edwin, however, didn't sneer or snap or even walk away. It was hard to see his face, at a distance in the gloom, but he almost looked amused. Charles thought he could see the barest shadow of a lifted lip, anyway.

"Good evening," said the prince. He said it so quiet, barely above a whisper, but his crisp tone carried regardless. He cocked his head slightly and beckoned with a finger. "Might I have a word?"

Charles glanced behind himself. Just on the off-chance there was another Charles Rowland he didn't know about squeezed onto the narrow bed with him. There wasn't, obviously, and he was a good few feet from any of his sleeping cellmates. No mistaking who the prince was after. He swallowed, stood up, and crept across the uneven flagstones, stepping over the sprawled legs of another boy.

As he neared, as the situation sank in and the prince came into focus, a new bundle of nerves started kicking off. Nothing like the anxious dread that had been stewing in his gut all night, the 'oh, gods, they're feeding me to a monster in the morning' nerves. No, this was different. More familiar but also, weirdly, worse than the monster dread. Fuck, but this lad was gorgeous. Not even the dungeon gloom could hide it. He was almost blinding to look at — and now those clever eyes were fixed right on Charles, no one else. Nowhere to hide. Fuck, Charles probably had sweat and cellar grime all over his face, and all!

Charles came to a standstill, toes almost touching the bars. Up close, he could see that him and the prince were about the same height. Edwin might've had the advantage by an inch or so, but maybe that was just his perfect posture. Spine straight and shoulders back, he regarded Charles with his head curiously cocked and his hands steepled. For a royal, he wasn't dressed all that flashy. Hadn't gone in for any jewellery besides the gilded circlet on his head. And under the blue silk chlamys clasped at his shoulder, his chiton was a simple white, clean and sharp and draped neatly to knee length. Expensive, pristine, put-together, but not exactly ostentatious. Mind you, that's just the sliver of outfit that Charles could see — because the prince had topped the whole thing off with a thick, practical brown cloak. A peacock disguised as a pigeon.

After a moment's quiet contemplation, the prince finally spoke. "I'm told you volunteered," he said. He kept his voice down, but it stayed crisp and clear. Highborn through-and-through. Probably wasn't even capable of mumbling.

Charles supposed it was a bit unusual, but unusual enough to bring a prince skulking down to the dungeons? He reckoned he was right about Edwin's eyes, that cleverness in them — he wasn't just a pretty face under a crown. He wanted to know things. He was staring at Charles like he wanted to pick him apart, understand him.

"Yeah," Charles answered. He forced a grin. "Not my best idea."

The prince blinked and leaned a little closer, intrigued. "Why in the world would you volunteer for this?"

His attention was sort of a lot — but it felt... good. Charles wanted to keep it. Hold onto it. He wanted this clever, gorgeous lad to think he was the most fascinating thing in the room.

Charles shrugged. "I can fight. I can take a hit. Seemed like the right thing to do. The decent thing, yeah?"

Edwin narrowed his eyes. "You’d forfeit your life to... give the beast a fight for its food?"

Charles shifted on his feet. "Not... exactly."

The prince watched him, all expectant. Charles sighed.

"Years it's been going on," he said, barely a mumble — Edwin leaned a little closer still to listen. "Lads and lasses being packed off, fed to that thing to keep it happy. Not right, is it? And I thought, well..."

He'd thought a lot of things. He'd thought well, he was already getting the shit beaten out of him every other day, so what's a little mauling on top of it? He'd thought about being his father's son, with his father's temper, and how maybe that could be a good thing for once. He'd thought about how things could change for him if he came back — and about who would even miss him if he didn't. He'd thought of all those kids less deserving than him, sent miles from home to be ripped to shreds. Sent away from bright futures and families that loved them. Gentle types who'd never hurt a fly. Kids who'd never learned to take a beating. Kids who didn't have the anger to keep them alive. Kids who weren't monster enough to survive the real thing.

"I thought, well, I'm pretty good in a scrap," he said, brightly, plastering on a smile. "Pretty stubborn. Thought if I went down there, maybe I could..."

"Could what?"

Charles raised his eyebrows.

Edwin looked at him blankly.

Charles rolled his eyes, held up one hand, and punched his fist into it twice.

Edwin's eyebrows shot up into his hairline. "You mean to... slay the minotaur?"

"Told you it wasn't my best idea," said Charles.

"You have a talent for understatement," said Edwin, a sharp hiss. His voice had quickened and thinned into a hushed, incredulous patter. "I'd go so far as to describe that idea as fatuous, hubristic, and downright suicidal!"

Charles snorted. "Yeah. Sounds about right." He leaned his shoulder against the bars, brought his face closer to the prince's — which was such a brilliant idea it immediately gave him a really, really bad one. So bad it was impossible to resist.

He gave him a lax, lopsided grin — the one that he could bring out back home to make the girls giggle. "Be good if it worked, though, wouldn't it?"

Coming onto a bloody prince like he was some blushing farm lad... well, it probably wasn't a worse idea than throwing himself into a minotaur's labyrinth, but it probably wasn't much better, either. But what did it matter? They couldn't punish him, could they — they were already feeding him to a monster in the morning. What did he have to lose? Why not take a crack at the handsome prince with the pretty eyes? Sod it, it was his last night on Earth.

Edwin, to Charles' immense glee, actually seemed to get a little pink in the face. His eyes darted away and back again. "Yes, well..." He cleared his throat and straightened his cloak with a sharp tug of the front. "Have you a plan? Tactics? A weapon, at the very least?"

"Um. Well. No, not really." He dropped his fist on the bars once, twice, mulling it over. "But, I have been told my smile's pretty disarming!"

If his clumsy flirting hadn't been enough to break through the regal composure, that would've done it. Edwin's mouth dropped open a little, his brows drawing close together as he stared at Charles in abject disbelief. "Dear gods," he said, voice light and brittle. "You're doomed."

Charles chuckled, resting his forehead against the bars. "Yeah. Suppose so. Won't go down without a fight though, eh?"

He looked up through his eyelashes and found Edwin still staring, lips parted just a bit. Fuck, he had nice lips. Kissable. Charles reckoned he’d miss kissing when he was dead. What was the sentence for stealing a kiss from a prince — was it worse than death by minotaur? He might be willing to risk it.

Edwin tore his gaze away and glanced down the hall, first one way, then the other. Furtive. He seemed to come to some kind of decision. "Charles," he whispered. "Are your cellmates all asleep?"

Pulse quickening, Charles forced his eyes away from the prettiest person in the room to have a glance at the others. Everyone looked the same as they had before. Same chorus of snores and soft breaths and muttered, whimpered nightmares. "Yeah. Yeah, I reckon so."

"Right. Excellent." Edwin cleared his throat again and crowded closer to the bars.

Charles' heart was racing. He couldn't lean any closer to the bars than he already was but he wanted to. He didn't mean to, but he bit his lip, eyes flickering down to Edwin's mouth.

Edwin took another wary glance behind him, and tugged his cloak back. He reached inside. His hand closed around something under his arm and drew it out — something long and wrapped in leather.

Charles caught his breath.

"Take it," Edwin ordered, holding the hilt of the sword to the bars and looking Charles in the eye. "Quickly, and quietly."

Charles didn't need telling twice. He grabbed it, his fingers grazing Edwin's. Gods, he even had beautiful hands. Smooth on the back but a bit calloused on the pads. Didn't escape Charles' notice that the blade, though heavy, seemed to be a familiar weight in his hands.

"Cheers, mate," Charles breathed, drawing the cumbersome thing through the gap. If he was careful, he reckoned he could stash it under his thin cloak without anyone knowing.

He hadn't meant to call the gorgeous boy (who also happened to be fucking royalty) mate, but if Edwin was offended he didn't show it. In fact he ducked his head in a bashful little dip. It was so endearing Charles had to do another quick pros-and-cons list in his head about the risks of snogging him through the bars.

"Well," said Edwin, a forced lightness in his tone. "If you must embark upon this fool's errand, you must have the proper equipment."

Charles let out a ragged breath. "Thank you," he said, sincere, as he slid the scabbard through his belt. He laughed a little, rubbing the back of his head. "To be honest, I've... I've never been more scared in my life."

Edwin's shrewd gaze softened. His whole face did. It actually bowled Charles over a little bit, the difference. He felt like he ought to look away, like he was seeing something he shouldn't. A prince shouldn't be looking at him like that. Not him. Like he was something special. Something he was in awe of. "I can only imagine."

Charles bit his lip. "Less scared, now," he said, fidgeting with the hilt of the sword. Even though he felt a bit like he'd been flayed open and laid at the prince's feet, he still managed a wink. "Reckon I'll show that big bugger what's what with this thing, don't you?"

The prince’s eyes twinkled over his small, indulgent smile. "Oddly enough... yes. I believe you just might." He seemed to catch himself, a pretty blush high on his cheeks as he schooled his expression back into something a bit more lofty. "And quite a feather in your cap it will be. That beast has been a thorn in my father's side for years, holding the kingdom to ransom."

Edwin's gaze flickered over Charles, head to toe, and the pretty blush deepened. "If you were to end its reign of terror, you'd be more than deserving of a handsome reward."

"Oh, yeah?" said Charles. If he sounded breathless, it's 'cause he was. "What sort of reward?"

He felt dazed. He must've been dreaming. Five minutes ago he was accepting his fate, and now he'd been brought a fighting chance. By a gorgeous prince. Who was fucking flirting with him. They must've knocked his head on the bars when they shoved him in the cell — he was probably lying in the corner, drooling and babbling.

Edwin's eyes were restless, darting from Charles' face to his feet. His throat bobbed around a dry swallow. He looked too real to be a dream — but also too good to be true. His hand lifted, fingers resting on an iron bar between them.

"Well," he said, sounding pretty bloody breathless himself. "You could take your pick."

If this wasn't a dream, it was definitely a trick. Some rich kid teasing him, waiting to pull away at the last second and laugh at him for being so easy to string along. Or waiting for an excuse to run to his daddy and bag Charles a fate worse than death for getting fresh with him.

Except for whatever reason, he didn't believe that. Couldn't. For some reason, he trusted Edwin. Felt like he knew him. Like he'd always known him. And he knew he was kind. Not necessarily nice, but kind. For whatever reason he knew Edwin wasn't the sort to mess around with someone's feelings — or pretend to be interested when he wasn't.

Why he'd be interested in Charles of all people was another thing, but... sod it. Charles was probably gonna die tomorrow, anyway. Why not pretend it was possible for a minute? What the fuck did he have to lose?

Feeling once again like the undisputed king of bad decisions, Charles took a breath, and put his hand on top of Edwin's. He almost couldn't believe his luck when Edwin didn't pull away. His hand was soft — like the little gasp he let out when their skin touched.

Swallowing past his dry mouth, Charles laced their fingers. He let them lay there, woven on the bars; the warp and weft of it felt so right he wondered how they hadn't been doing this for years. How'd he gone this long, not realising how empty his hands were without Edwin's tangled up inside them?

He looked at Edwin's face and saw all his own thoughts reflected. Saw Edwin staring at their hands like they were a bloody marvel. Like the last piece of a puzzle had clicked into place. His face was so open, so alive — so gently amazed and Charles had never wanted to kiss someone more in his life.

Charles laughed, quiet, awed. "Handsome prize, alright."

That earned him another quick, coy duck of Edwin's head — but Charles could see him preening clear as day. "Be sure you're alive to claim it," he said, soft and serious. He squeezed Charles' hand once before breaking the hold.

Charles sketched a lazy salute to distract his hand from how empty it felt. "No dying. Right-o."

Edwin smiled. A proper smile; a quick flash of teeth breaking through his tight-lipped, regal composure. Charles would've fought the bloody titans to get another glimpse of it.

"You are... odd," said Edwin, matter-of-factly. "And quite mad, I suspect."

"...Cheers?"

Humming, Edwin reached into his cloak once more. "There is just one other thing..."

He brought out something small from a pouch at his waist. Something round, with a leather cord threaded through the middle and tied off in a loop. Edwin held it aloft, thumb and forefinger pinched through the handle. The little round something glowed silky gold in the candlelight, and Charles squinted at it.

"...String?" he asked.

Edwin nodded, reaching into the cell to take Charles' hand and draw it through the bars. His touch lingered as he placed the generous clew of fine, shimmering string in Charles' palm.

"I had the idea that if you were to unspool it behind you, perhaps you might be able to navigate the labyrinth with greater ease." Head bowed, he looked at Charles through his lashes. Pretty, fluttering things they were, charcoal black. "So that when you slay the beast, you might find your way back."

Charles gawped at him. "Mate. That's proper smart."

Edwin preened again — actually, he preened more than he had when Charles' complimented his looks. Handy to know. "Yes, I thought it rather a sensible idea. I spun it myself; I’ve been experimenting with the tensile strengths of different fibres. It shan’t break."

Charles grinned, closing his hand around the clew — and Edwin's fingers, too. "Brains and beauty, eh?" he said. "Where've you been all my life?"

Edwin went pinker, his eyes twinkled. Warmer than the candlelight, brighter than the moon.

Charles would have to offer up a prayer tonight to any god who might be listening. He'd do anything, give them anything, if they only promised to get him through tomorrow alive. He needed at least a thousand more days ahead of him, just to spend finding more and ingenious ways of making this boy smile at him.

Soon, too soon, Edwin sighed, reluctantly extricating his hand from Charles'. "I must go," he said, apologetic. "Questions will be asked if I'm discovered down here in the dead of night."

"Yeah. Yeah, 'course." Charles let his hand fall to his side, clenching it around the thread — still warm from Edwin's hand. He laughed, softly. "Well, um. Thanks for... dropping in?"

"And thank you for your discretion," said Edwin, raising his eyebrows as he drew his cloak back around him. "I'm sure I need not impress upon you the fact that I was never here."

Charles mimed locking his lips and throwing away the key.

"Good. Very good." Edwin shifted his weight between his feet a moment, finger lifting, mouth opening as if he had more to say. But whatever it was, he thought better of it. He drew his hands into fists in front of him, pressed together knuckle to knuckle, and offered a tight smile instead. "Well... best of luck, Charles Rowland. I truly hope you find fortune on your side."

With a stiff bob of his head, he turned fluidly on his heel to walk away. And it hit Charles again, hard, right between the eyes. The possibility that tomorrow could be his last day alive. A few minutes ago, the idea hadn't bothered him much.

Fuck. It bothered him, now.

"Edwin," he said, almost losing control of his volume as desperation sunk its hooks into him. He grabbed the bars, white-knuckled. "Edwin, wait —"

And he did. He waited, his back to Charles, his posture so, so perfect. Still as a statue.

Charles swallowed. "Can..."

Edwin turned his head, just slightly.

Charles' courage abandoned him. He huffed, shaking his head. "Nah. Nothing."

Of course, if there's one thing Charles knew about Edwin by now, it was that he couldn't resist a mystery. He turned to face Charles, eyes bright and curious. "Is there something else you require?"

Charles forced a smile. "You've already given me two gifts, mate. Bit greedy to ask for another one, yeah?"

"Perhaps." Edwin paused, and took a cautious step closer. "But, between ourselves... I can see little harm in the asking."

Charles' grin bloomed into something more sincere, something real. "No standing on ceremony, eh?"

Edwin's eyes crinkled at the corners. "I hardly see the point. I think perhaps you and I might dispense with formalities."

"Right."

Well then. Why not? Last night on Earth, and all that.

Charles ducked his head, laughing softly at himself. "Well. I was gonna be a bit cheeky, actually. Ask you to gimme a kiss for luck. But I reckon that's a bit — mmf!"

Quick, quicker than Charles could've imagined, Edwin was right there; reaching through the bars, taking Charles' face in his hands, and pulling him into a bruising kiss.They were lucky neither of them broke their noses against the iron strips.

Charles startled, gasped, so blindsided he didn't even know what to do with his hands — so he ended up just sort of clinging onto the bars. But soon enough his eyes fluttered closed, his breath rushed out of him and he melted. He kept his grip on the bars, though, holding on tight just to keep his knees from buckling. Edwin's lips were soft, and hotter than fire. His kiss was clumsy and overeager and not even slightly what Charles would've expected from someone so elegant, so refined. But he tasted of honey and home and Charles could've got lost in him, happily. Charles felt like he'd been shoved against the wall and plundered, in the best possible way. He felt like Edwin was everywhere, filling his senses. Hard not to feel wrapped up in him, with the way Edwin had his hands cupped round Charles' face, covetous and claiming. Like Charles belonged to him.

Fuck, maybe he did. Maybe he always had.

Edwin broke the kiss, but he didn't let Charles go. Just pulled back a little, still framing Charles' face with his fingers. His eyes were dark, hooded, his pretty eyelashes fluttering as he stroked Charles' cheek with his thumb. Face flushed, breathing hot and fast, gazing at Charles like he could devour him with his eyes. Charles shivered under the possessive weight of his gaze. He felt seen, admired, treasured. He felt owned.

He wanted more. More, more, until he suffocated under it.

Edwin took a shuddering inhale. "Come back to me," he said. And just because his voice was high and wavering with feeling didn't make it any less commanding. It wasn't a request; it was an order.

Charles nodded, in a daze. "I will," he promised.

He was as surprised as anyone to find he actually meant it.

Edwin nodded, and pulled him in close once more. Quick as you like, for just one more kiss — this one dry and fleeting, almost chaste. Bit of a departure from the one before, but somehow all the more devastating. Charles could feel Edwin's palms against his jaw, pressing so tight they ought to bruise. He hoped they would. A sword and a string weren't enough; he wanted everything Edwin could give him. Every tangible reminder that this was real, wasn't just a mad dream.

When that kiss broke, so did Edwin's hold. When he stepped away, he went all the way. And with one last lingering, longing look, he was gone, fading into the night. A mirage. A ghost.

And like a broken amphora, Charles remained right where Edwin had left him. Off-kilter, rooted to the spot. His outer shell shattered; his insides pooling at his feet for all to see.

~

It would be a sombre morning, just as the others had been. A familiar and predictable tragedy; as it always was, and always shall be.

At dawn's early light, just as they always had, seven young men and seven young women would be led — marched, bullied, carried — to the mouth of the labyrinth. There, the trembling gathering would be ushered into the embrace of the earth and stone. Pushed by the merciless hands of a royal guard, who'd long learned to look past the blood upon them.

But on this occasion, quite without the guards' knowledge, one youth would hang back from the crowd. From his cloak he would draw a small token, round and bright like a golden apple. A ball of fine yarn — spun in strong, beautiful fibres by strong, beautiful hands. He would find the end of the thread and fasten it, tightly, to an old iron ring within the threshold.

Then, with the clew unspooling from his fingers, painting a trail behind him like a steady drip of molten gold, he would walk into the jaws of death. Not with fear, not even with resignation, but with purpose. He was no hapless sacrifice, no tragic victim. He was a youth who'd grown accustomed to treading lightly through the dark, lest the monster in his house leap from the shadows. A youth with steel in his hand, and his own monster in his belly; a monstrous rage, and monstrous desire. A hunger to rival that of the minotaur’s.

A youth with a promise to keep in the dark; and a path waiting to lead him back to the light.

~~

A ball of thread is known as a clew or, in an alternative spelling, a clue. To this day, we talk about following the ‘clues’ to discover something, and it’s all thanks to the story of Theseus and Ariadne’s thread. — things I didn’t even know when I came up with this idea but make me insane… everything is connected… detective boys forever… Thanks for reading guys! You know I adore your comments 💛 and don't forget to give Robin's amazing gifs some love as well! Dunno if I'll get anything posted tomorrow, but if I do it'll either be something much shorter or maybe some sketches. I will defo see you for another fic on day 4, though! Any encouragement very much welcomed, it's been a rough couple of weeks💛 Painland Week Prompt List

[anisespice]

hi uhhhhhhhhhhhh can i request the tokyo revengers characters walking in on the reader changing u dont have to do it if ur not comfortable sorryyyy

no discomfort here, anon! pretty tame request actually lol not sure if you wanted it this…detailed BUT thank you for your patience and for requesting - hope you enjoy <3333

pairing: college!tr x fem!reader

warnings: mature language, MDI. mentions of sex, dirty-talk, vulgar language, name-calling (pervert, baby, sweetheart, bitch, etc.), them literally being obsessed with you lol and i think that’s it — feel free to let me know if i missed anything :))))

notes: special thanks to @melanatedkink as always for her help <3333 and figured this format would be a lot more fun than trying to come up with several elaborate scenarios lol hope you guys enjoy!

tagged: @fantasycantasy , @spacegirl05

They were waiting in your living room for what felt like HOURS (of which was only a few minutes) for you to get ready, eager to spend the evening with you. A little too eager. Without much thought, they marched straight to your bedroom and came right in. The sight before them wasn’t something they were expecting, but their reactions were for the books.

Delinquent.exe stopped working. His grip around the doorknob became so strong, you’d think he’d rip it right off the wood. Didn’t matter where his eyes landed, you were EXPOSED as the day you were born. And to make matters embarrassingly worse, his pants immediately grew tighter at the mere sight of you. You jump, obviously startled by his sudden presence, and shriek at him in protest. He's still standing there, borderline beatboxing as he fights between apologizing profoundly and gassing you up. 

When CHIFUYU opened the door right as you bent over, facing away as you slipped on a fresh pair of underwear, your entire pussy greeting him was definitely not on his agenda for tonight. The noise he let out was between a choke and a squeak as he practically shoved his fist in his mouth, eyes wide as his face flushed vermillion. It didn’t help when his dick began to salute you, hands quickly reaching down to adjust his body’s ‘not-so-subtle’ response to the display. With a yelp, you tugged the skimpy garment all the way up in startlement, peeking over your shoulder as you shielded your bare upper half. You didn’t even need to scold him, Chifuyu beat you to it as he stuttered over himself, stuck between hiding his erection and reaching for the door as he tap-danced around the situation. God, the image was singed into his brain, he swore he could see it every time he blinked. 

You couldn't even be mad, his stammering too amusing to even hold a frown anymore. Not to mention, the evident tent in his pants he so poorly tried to conceal; he looked so pitiful, how could you not fuck him out of his misery? But, don't forget to make him squirm for it.

" P-please...please, baby, I can't...I can't take it a-anymor-Oh!"

You took your sweet time sliding all the way down his throbbing length, pussy fluttering around him in pulses that nearly drove him up the wall, back arching as he whimpered distressingly. His knuckles were bone white from how harshly he gripped the sheets, teeth clamped down on his lower lip as he fought the urge to buck upward, not wanting to piss you off—You absolutely would leave him high and dry if he disobeyed your instructions to hold still.

"Tsk. Perverts like you should be grateful I'm even letting you near my pussy. Maybe next time you'll knock before barging in on someone changing."

He pouted at the dig, "...said I was sorry..."

"I know you are, 'Fuyu. But, sorry's not gonna cut it this time. Now be a good boy, and take what I give you."

[ also could be: SHINICHIRO, KAZUTORA, SOUYA ]

Immediately slams the door shut. Tries to play it cool, acting nonchalantly as he softly apologizes from the other side. Contemplates his next move when he goes back to the couch, set on not speaking to you for the rest of the year out of shame. Luckily, you made it known he had nothing to be ashamed of.

“Shit-!” was the only indication you had of the door even opening, just getting done with sticking your head through the shirt hole as you caught it being slammed shut at the very last second. Your simmering guest stood on the other side, struggling to ground himself from seeing your bare tits all in their glory. Rubbing the front of his face with a groan, RINDOU had half of mind to just walk the fuck home and save himself the humiliation. The door was closed, for fuck sake! A clear sign that you weren’t…decent. Blaming it on living with Ran all his life, with knocking being a rarity, the walking mullet exhaled deeply before heading back to the living room, sitting patiently on the couch this time.

He'd properly apologize once you came out.

After a few more minutes, you eventually did. However, the expression on your face was far from what he anticipated. You looked... smug? Despite his look of indifference, you could tell how flustered he actually was. With a raised brow, Rindou defensively gave a sharp, “What?” as you continued to scrutinize him.

He half expected for you to call him an idiot, and lecture him on the importance of knocking. But, when you merely lifted your shirt up by the hem to expose your bare chest, borderline forcing him to look this time, Rindou ‘bout busted right then and there in his pants like a goddamn virgin.

With a playful pout, you replied. “Don’t you want a closer look?”

Hell yes.

Doesn’t get any closer than having you pinned down to the couch, your shirt discarded elsewhere as he sucked on your little nubs ‘til they were raw, blowing cool air on them to illicit more delicious sounds from your kiss-bitten lips. Both of his hands multitasked between fondling the squishy mounds and playing with your weeping cunt as Rin stretched you around three of his fingers, dead set on getting you ready to take his dick whole. Probably shouldn’t have teased him like that; he finna ruin you for anyone else.

“Was trynna be respectful ‘n shit, sweetheart…not anymore.”

[ also could be: BAJI, MITSUYA, KAKUCHO ]

Isn’t phased at all, if anything he’d continue standing there and give himself an eye full. You can yell at him, throw things, hide, it didn’t matter—You’ve been keeping him waiting, might as well reward him for his patience thus far. 

“Oo, lookie what we have here.~”

It would be a lie to say he wasn’t hoping for this outcome when he entered your room, unannounced. A good couple of minutes had gone by while HANMA stood in the doorway, greedy eyes soaking up your naked, unsuspecting form until he eventually made his presence known with a low whistle. You squawked out various expletives, quickly ducking to crouch by your bed in order to hide yourself from the Peeping Tom.

“Ohmygod! Shuji, get the hell out!”

“Mmm...nah, don’t think I will. Kinda like the view from where I’m standing.” He all but giggled, too pleased with how flustered you were; how cute.

You seethed, face practically on broil as you started throwing anything and everything to make him leave—A slipper, the tv remote, a stuffed animal, even some of your discarded clothes. Not your best idea…especially when you accidentally tossed your underwear. Of course he’d dodge everything else, but that. The golden eyed devil caught it with ease, the hand marked ‘Sin’ holding up the flimsy garment wearing a crooked grin as he dangled it in front of his face; taunting you.

“Give it.” With as much sternness you could muster from your pitiful position, you held out a hand expecting him to relent. Of course, he doesn’t. Hanma snickered.

“You want ‘em? Come get ‘em, doll.”

It would be a lie to say he wasn’t hoping for this outcome when he entered your room, unannounced. With your face buried in the sheets, a hand marked ‘Punishment’ pushing your back into a deeper arch while he fucked you from behind with the vigor of an animal in heat, Hanma thought he’d won the lottery. The way your pussy practically drooled around his girth with every hard thrust he gave you, your arousal smeared all over his abdomen and even dripping down his thighs, it was a wonder why he never thought to walk in on you sooner.

Even if you still bitched for the knocking, or lack thereof, he knew you weren’t too upset at him—Not with the way you were sucking him back in so eagerly.

“Ah!~ s-so…s’ deep in me, Shu..! N-Ne—Mm! Need you t’ slow down..!” You reached back to push at his hips, your weak attempt futile as he merely held your wrist behind your back. Hanma laughed, angling his thrusts upward to hook your sweet spot just to spite your desperate pleas.

“Had me waitin’ out there forever, [______]. Slow is the last thing I’m gonna do to you. Next time…lock the door.”

[ also could be: MIKEY, NAHOYA, RAN ]

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[dreamkidddream]

Vampire!Miguel O’Hara Headcanons!

He has been living in my head RENT FREE ever since I saw the movie last week and rightfully so cause my lord does his fangs have me weak 😮‍💨 expect something more full-fledged written out on his fangs and the vampire AU- reader is gender neutral!

A/N: in this AU Lyla is a vampire instead of AI (but still his assistant somewhat) and this is kinda sorta based off of this post!

It’s been a tragic and lonely life for Miguel. The last time he truly felt at peace was when you were still by his side- his dear, sweet, human lover

Just the thought of you caused him unbearable pain- he remembers the good moments, the fleeting kisses and more- and then he remembers you dying in his arms, your blood coating his hands as you tried to comfort him. That’s how kind you were- spending your last moments alive choking out how much you love him before you passed on

He’s been an empty shell ever since, even after hundreds of years. The world continued to evolve, and it took a while for Miguel to adapt with it. Having Lyla helped him stay sane somewhat, but he would never be able to let go of the past- of you

He was bitter and angry- angry at your kind for your death, angry at himself for not being able to save you, angry that you’re not here. All it took was one glance at your portrait and his fury would boil over. It’s been nights where Lyla would have to leave him be as he tore apart his home, no way of calming him down. Those nights, while now very rare, were hard to witness

He was able to blend in with humans- somewhat. It wasn’t a secret that a lot of people were attracted to him, even if Miguel made it clear that he wasn’t interested (he would always tell you that if his heart did beat, it would beat solely for you). But he could deal with it if it meant getting a meal out of it (and getting rid of some of his annoyances and pent up frustration all at once)

But he does enjoy some of the modern inventions that came out of this time (as much as he hates to admit)- and it lead him to finding something he once lost years ago

It was only an accident- in a rush someone bumped into him outside on the way home. A minor inconvenience, one that he can scoff and glare at (he sometime forgets to be mindful of his fangs if he’s really irritated)-

Until he smelled it- the sweet, comforting scent that drove him wild, that made his fangs poke out in dire need for more. Your scent

He couldn’t believe it- has he finally gone mad? But as he whipped around, he saw you facing him. You- donned in this time period’s clothes, bright eyes gazing at him like all those years ago. It was you, it was you!

Miguel know that he looks like a fool, mouth agape while his eyes blown out. He wanted to take you in his arms so bad, hands outstretched with his a genuine smile that he hasn’t worn in years-

Until he sees your confusion and remembers that you don’t know nor remember him

He’s heartbroken as his hands return to his side- but then he gets an idea and newfound determination. You both were given another chance, and he has nothing but time to remind you of what was once before

He plays off his mistake well (always the charmer and gentleman) and it doesn’t take much before he’s taking your hand in his, introducing himself and vice versa. How long has it been since he’s heard your melodic voice? He had to repress his groan when his name left your lips, a shiver going down his spine. The same warmth he missed has finally returned, and all he wants to do is soak it all in

He already has Lyla finding all of your social media accounts and more when he walks away- wanting to know your interests/hobbies, where you work, if anyone is interested in you, where you live- everything

Outsiders wouldn’t be able to tell (but Lyla could after knowing him for literal hundreds of years), but Miguel’s attitude has improved after his encounter with you. He’s still uptight and stone face, but he’s gotten a bit softer with his approach to others and has a little more patience (if you squint). He’s also going to her more for “advice” (ie. tell me what to do to win (Y/N) back now)

This is probably the greatest moment in her life knowing Miguel actually wants her in his business for once lmao

Miguel’s delusional in a sense- he wants back what he lost so long ago that he’s willing to do anything to have you back. He’s already making a plan on what needs to be done before you can come home with him, setting up arrangements to make your arrival comfortable when the time comes

His appetite isn’t yet satisfied- if anything it’s grown more in anticipation. Miguel couldn’t let himself go feral and scare you off, so he needed to feed before he saw you. Just thinking about how sweet your blood smelled had his head spinning- you were too tempting to be around already, especially when he’s hungry

He couldn’t stop thinking about you before, but now he really can’t- he’s imagining all of the new memories you’ll make together once you’re with him. His love for you hasn’t changed, even if it pains him that you don’t remember any of it

He’s already lost you once, and he refuses to let it happen again

He’s made the mistake of not turning you the first time- he doesn’t plan on making it again

[princess-of-the-corner]

Sorry but "Not mean just rude" AU musing regarding Lady Wfi:

When Nino rounded the corner, he was surprised to bump into Adrien who seemed just as surprised to bump into him. Evidently they'd both been stomping in a state.

It was Adrien who recovered first though, normally placid expression marred by real anger.

"Nino, what is this I ear about your & Alya breaking into Chloe's locker?"

"Dude, you're seriously mad about that!? Chloe got Alya suspended over it!"

Surprisingly, Adrien just folded his arms, expression unchanged, "I'm amazed she didn't push for expulsion."

"Are you playing me right now man?" He'd thought Adrien was cool, much cooler than this!

"Why wouldn't she?" Before Nino could speak, Adrien let out a deep, pained breath, "Look, Nino. Dude. Chloe & I have been having reporters, strangers, co-workers and 'friends' doing everything from breaking into our homes, going through our trash, selling literally 'anything' we might have once worn online and even try to plant things just to make a story. So like..."

Nino only realized now that Adrien didn't have his arms folded, he was hugging himself, and doing so tighter.

"So yeah, I'm not at all angry with Chloe for snapping when two of her classmates, one of whom is a reporter broke into her locker. Or that the principle just told her to get over it. Why shouldn't we be mad?"

Nino had, had something to say, none exactly a bullet pointed list, but a strong general vibe and through line about horrible behavior and how much it hurt others.

Unfortunately, even as he opened his mouth, a single digit raised as if to begin counting off he found no sounds coming out.

He tried again, Adrien's eyebrow arching up as he watched Nino try & fail to form words.

"You... Yeah I guess its fair you're upset man."

"And Chloe, I'm just angry on her behalf, she's the one who's got reason to be upset."

"She didn't seem upset-" Nino cut himself off as Adrien started hugging himself again and looking ready to run. "But hey, what do I know? We don't talk."

"We all get upset differently, Chloe... She can't explain things to you like I just did, or barely can and I... I'm not good at being angry, Chloe usually did that for both of us. Its always been like that, we look out for each other."

Anger tabled for the moment, Nino was, honestly stumbling around in the dark, this was the most Adrien had ever said about himself that seemed so... Vulnerable.

Well, on purpose at least. The boy did not realize just how messed up some of the stuff he thought was normal was, and this only drove the point further home.

Shrugging, Nino floated a thought the blonde's way, "Chloe's not a famous model, did she really get as much attention as you?"

"Her dads in politics and she's around celebrities all the time, and actually had a public profile. Plus, she did model with me for a year or so, but then her baby fat came off at twelve so she had to stop."

"Stop?" Nino was pretty sure most models wanted to be skinny right?

Adrien shrugged, "Dad said she was too razor edged and gaunt to appeal to anyone and her mother said she looked like a shrew and should stop wasting pixels. So yeah, she stopped."

Adrien said that with the same banal tone he always delivered these little nuggets or negging nightmares with.

It left Nino with little more to add than an, "I... See..."

'What the hell is wrong with these people?' It certainly put some things in a slightly different light. Slightly.

"So, I did my part, why am I meant to be upset for Alya & not angry at you both?" Adrien asked, this time his tone was more searching and genuinely flummoxed.

"You're asking?"

"I am, we're friends, and I want to give you the benefit of the doubt, and its like I said. Chloe's the fighter, I'm the chatty one," he said with a slightly forced smirk.

YEAH GET THEIR ASSES.

Like I love Alya and Nino but GOD they were in the wrong this episode.

[writemekpop]

Jealous | Lee Taeyong

Summary: You’re upset that your boyfriend Taeyong doesn’t get jealous when other men flirt with you... 

Genre: Established relationship AU, fluff

Word Count: 1k

You were wrapped in the warm fortress of your boyfriend Taeyong’s arms. You couldn’t sleep… so your mind turned to darker things. 

“You know…” you whispered, “A lot of my coworkers in Hollywood talk about their boyfriends being jealous. But you’re not, right?”

Taeyong laughed lightly. “Of course not. I trust you.”

“Never? Not even when I’m away for weeks at a time?” 

He hummed a no. 

You knew it was stupid, but his nonchalant response had you burning with frustration. Did he care about you all? 

“Not even of my romantic lead, who I literally see naked?” 

“Nope.” 

You were hitting a brick wall, and it was only making you feel worse. Taeyong was gorgeous, and whenever you were out together, you seemed to be invisible, even though you were the actor - people would flirt shamelessly with him. It drove you mad. Irrationally, Taeyong’s response hurt. 

“Not even when guys ask me out on set? It happens all the time!” 

Taeyong shook his head firmly. 

You sat up. “Oh, come on!”

Taeyong frowned, clearly confused at your upset. “Did I… say something wrong?” 

“Can you not muster up even a tiny little bit of jealousy for me? I know you’re Mr. Perfect, but it would be nice to see some sign that you care about me at all…” 

You crossed your arms together, fuming. “I bet you don’t even think about me when I’m away.”  

You slumped into a stubborn silence. However, minutes passed and Taeyong gave no answer. You turned to look at him, and realised he was no longer on the bed. 

Taeyong was standing facing away from you, looking out the window into the starless night. The bare muscles of his back were craggy, tensed with emotion. 

“Hey,” you crooned, standing up. “Speak to me, baby.” 

His shoulders rose and fell in heavy pants. His voice was low, raw with emotion. “I think about you every second you’re away.” 

You felt a pang of guilt. 

Taeyong continued, “When you’re out on set, it drives me crazy. Just the thought of you, up all night, talking to another guy, sharing things with him I will never understand…”

You shook your head. “Hey! I tell you everything we talk about on set.”

“I know, but, even you say it, you have to be there. Those actors, they’re a part of your world in a way I will never be. You’re the same - you have the same worries, the same dreams, the same memories…” 

You shook your head, your heart heavy. Everything he was saying was wrong. Taeyong was your rock - he was the centre of your world. How had he been nursing these feelings so long without you knowing. 

He continued, his words spiralling like a rising thunder cloud. “You’re different around them, but not in a bad way, in an amazing way, like you’re glowing. No wonder they can’t keep their eyes off you. Who could? You’re-you’re funny, you’re charming. You even sit different! And then you come back to me, and you’re guarded again. Like you have to, dim your light down for me…” 

You could hear the strain in his voice, but even then he continued, his voice a broken murmur. “And I’m the guy who doesn’t understand the punchline, w-who moans about the dishes in the sink and drags you out of bed at five in the morning to go for a run. You should dump me for your lead. I wouldn’t date me.” 

He stopped, defeated, as if he’d lost the fight against his emotions. 

You came closer, circling his waist in a tight back hug and resting your head on his back. You had no idea he felt this way. It was wrong, all wrong. 

Tears were soaking your cheeks. “Look at me, Taeyong,” you begged. “Please.” 

Finally, he turned to you, and finally, he had shed all pretences, his true feelings blazing out on his face. And the sheer agony in his eyes - it was unbearable.  

“So…” he whispered, a sad smile playing on his lips. “You know the answer to your question. I’m jealous.” 

You pulled him close, kissing his lips, his jaw, his neck, hoping that would tell him all the things you couldn’t put into words. How much you needed him. How he got you like no one else in the world could. How he made you a better person…

Eventually, you stopped, resting your forehead on his, looking into his eyes. You smiled at him, never dropping his gaze, till finally, he smiled back. 

“That’s my Taeyong,” you said victoriously. 

He chuckled roughly. 

“Now, I thought you’d be smart enough to understand this on your own, but apparently not,” you huffed. “I’m with those guys for work! And if I seem like I act different, it’s because I have to. I’m the lead! I have to constantly crack jokes, make sure everyone on the team is happy. It’s exhausting. With you, I don’t have to try anymore. I can just be… me.”  

You took a curl of Taeyong’s hair and coiled it tightly around your finger, claiming him as your own. “I don’t spend every second of my free time with you for no reason.” Your voice took on a patronising note and you knew it - but he deserved it. Jealous fool. “I do it because I love you, more than anyone.” 

You pulled him into a hug again, not releasing him for a good twenty seconds. 

“Now do you get it, dumbo?” 

Taeyong pursed his lips, trying not to laugh. “I get it.” 

“Now come on,” you said, pulling him to the bed. “It’s too hot to sleep.” 

There was a pause, then both of you turned to each other, huge grins on your faces.

“SpongeBob marathon?” You both whispered in sync. 

“Yes!” you cheered, shimmying forward to get your laptop. You cuddled Taeyong close, the light of the laptop painting his beautiful face Hawaiian blue. Taeyong was your happy place. And you would make sure you never let him feel jealous again.

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[Crowley] - Sure You Do

♫ - My Little Sin - Love, Ecstasy and Terror

Playing with fire. That was exactly what any form of relationship to Crowley was. Working with him was hard enough, not knowing when he might double cross you or have an ulterior motive, but anything beyond that in terms of friendship or even romance, was treading on fine ground.

Not that something of that caliber had to be explained to you; you were quite aware with common sense that the literal King of Hell was not someone you probably should be playing with. Yet, here you were. There was something about him that kept you around for more than work. Maybe it was his mysterious allure, maybe it was the accent. Maybe, you generally just thought he was hot. Whatever it was, it had you feeling a certain type of way.

Crowley wasn't blind to these kinds of feelings, either. You occupied his waking thoughts, always wondering how you are, and having protection at the ready should you need it. He cared for more a demon should for a human, but he couldn't deny those feeling he had. Crowley thought you were beautiful, but he was sure you wouldn't want him. Sam and Dean would be the first to try and stop you anyway, but even if they didn't, there were far better people for you.

That didn't stop you both spending time together. You went for walks, spent time in his room with Juliet whilst he worked, and generally enjoyed each others company. There wasn't anything wrong with that, as far as you thought, because he'd never shown malice toward you. To you, he was kind.

You were working with the boys quite late into the night, books open and sprawled over the tables all over the house. Pages upon pages of handwritten notes and scribbles were strewn around various locations, most of which were so out of order they could perhaps not make sense anymore. You were all tired, but working nonetheless to get things into order.

"Hello boys," came a familiar voice that startled all three of you upright. "And the beautiful dove here, too."

"Damn it, man!" Dean's gruff voice shouted. At the best of times, you shouldn't annoy him, but when he was sleep deprived and grumpy? Good luck.

"Sorry," Crowley responded, his sarcastic and relaxed voice drawled out. "Well, not really. Just dropping in on my favourite boys, and the lovely Y/N."

Crowley shot you a wink and a smirk that you were sure he knew drove you mad. There was something about him that got you every single time. You rolled your eyes, hoping the demon wouldn't sense how you really felt.

"I hate you," you mumbled, lying out loud. Crowley walked to you and tilted your chin, making you look at him.

"Yeah, I'm sure you do."

Sam stood, protective over you as Crowley laid his hand on your shoulder, walking around you. The youngest Winchester was always like your guard dog, he never failed to stand up for you and make sure you were safe. 

"What do you want, Crowley?" Dean sighed, clearly not having the patience for the King right now.

"And hands off Y/N, now." Sam chimed in.

"Calm down, Moose," Crowley taunted back, narrowing his brows at Sam and chuckling. "I won't harm them, believe me. I was wondering if you needed any help with anything?"

Dean and Sam's heads shot up at the same time in utter disbelief. 

"You're what?" Sam questioned, knowing all too well that Crowley was never here just to help. The last thing Crowley would do is help willingly with no ulterior motive. 

"Getting hard of hearing in your old age, Sam?" Crowley turned to you. "Tell me, Y/N, can I help?"

You looked at him for a second, something in you telling you not to trust him. But, there was another part of you that told you he might be telling the truth this one time. Just maybe.

"We could actually get some help about this," you responded, handing him an information sheet and some photos. Dean shot you a look that said, 'what the hell are you doing?', and you stuck your finger up at him and smirked. 

Crowley studied the sheet, and hummed.

"Well then, dove, what are we waiting for?"

Before you had the chance to protest, or speak, you were whisked away out of the study, and into a place you'd been a couple times before.

"Why are we in your bedroom?" you inquired. "I doubt the answers we need are here."

"No, probably not," he replied, pouring you both a drink. "But we need to talk." 

You raised a brow, your curiosity peaked. You had a good idea what Crowley was going to say. Probably about the way you felt, the way you acted around each other. That was a conversation you hadn't ever had. The feelings between you were not a secret, and while you were certain how you felt, you assumed he most certainly felt something similar. 

"Well," he began, sitting down next to you on the bed. "What are we, dove? What is it that you feel for me? Nobody in their right mind would trust a demon, most certainly not a demon, especially not the King of Hell. So, there's something, right?"

You felt your skin getting hot. Crowley knew he was right, and you knew he was right. He looked at you square in the face, giving you a semi-smug look as he took a sip of his drink. You knew he was waiting for an answer, it wasn't rhetorical.

"Why do you care? Maybe I just think you're helpful for our cases, you know, being a proper demon and all."

"Ahh, right. And if you weren't lying through your teeth, darling, what is the actual answer?"

You stared at him blankly. He was too good. Far too quick. He had you cornered, and the only way out was to tell him the truth. 

"You know how I feel about you, Crowley, I'm sure. Why make a song and dance about it?" You were trying to maintain the facade that you were unbothered, but that was slowly falling and you knew it. He wasn't stupid.

Crowley leaned in, hand on the back of your head. He ran your hair through his fingers as he leaned in, lips brushing the side of your ear. His voice was a whisper.

"I want to hear it,"he almost growled. "I want to hear how you feel, and then Daddy can make it all worthwhile."

Your head rolled back and Crowley took the opportunity to kiss your neck, slowly moving up to your jaw. His hand was wrapped in your hair, as his lips met yours, almost. They brushed each other, and you opened your eyes to see Crowley before you.

"I love you, Crowley."

That was all he wanted, as the demon smiled, a rare twinkle of something akin to humanity in his eyes. From his reaction, you were now certain he already knew, and hoped he may have felt the same in some form.

"See, dove, that wasn't so hard was it?" he winked. "Although, maybe not the smartest idea to love a demon, I am happy you chose me."

Crowley pulled you down to the bed and sat atop you, propping himself up on his arms either side of your head. You looked beautiful underneath him, and he took a second to just take the view in. He sunk down and kissed you, lips finally crashing together in a fit of passion. Your arms around his neck, his hips grinding against yours. Just as it was heating up, he pulled back, lying next to you. 

"Now, how about we make this a night to remember?" His voice was low, and he traced his fingers up and down your side. You cupped his face in one hand and propped yourself up on your other.

"Sure," you replied pretending to be unbothered again. "But I still hate you."

Crowley pulled you atop him with a laugh, holding your hips and smiling up at you.

"Sure you do."

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[Not enough]

《pairing: Dazai x fem!reader》

《genre: slight smut but nothing too heavy.》

“Wait, you actually did that?”- Dazai’s face lightens up as you tell him about your day.

“Crazy, right?”- you touch him forearm lightly, as you both start laughing.

There was such a happy atmosphere in the ADA, and it has been like that ever since you joined. Especially for one person who hasn’t skipped a day without laughing at your jokes and spending time with you while ignoring his work.

Dazai was so mesmerised by you. When he looked at you, the time slowed down that even your eyelashes closing radiated sparks that warmed his soul. The sound of your laughter cancelled any other noise in his surroundings and it was so contagious that he felt like this unknown feeling of joy was slowly conquering parts of him that only knew sadness.

He sighs fondly as you start moving things around. He places his elbow on the table, resting his cheek on his palm, gazing subtly at you. You don’t notice his eyes scanning those tights that revealed too much skin, which were complemented with that reddish short skirt who didn’t leave a lot of room for imagination. But your whole being was the epitome of attractiveness. To him, it didn’t matter what you wore or how you styled your hair, there was something so sexy about you that drove Dazai mad. Multiple seconds pass and his eyes do not shift from what they want to see the most, your hands.

Oh, God knows how much he wished for your touch. You unconsciously fix your hair, making Dazai eager to turn you into a big beautiful mess.

He admires your falling locks, how beautifully they complement your face shape. Your rose-tinted cheeks that he so desperately wanted to caress, your hands who were elegant and soft, how many times has he imagined those all over his face and more.

He snaps back to reality, when you ask:

“Dazai, you have finished your work, right? Want to grab a coffee?”

“Uhm, about that, - Dazai flinches once he hears Kunikida calling him from another room. - of course I’m finished, let’s go right now shall we?”- he heads straight to the door, grabbing your wrist.

“You sure do like coffee, huh?”- you scoff, as he leads you to the coffee shop downstairs.

“Nah, I just love spending time with you, alone.”

His words catch you off guard. To say you were oblivious would be an understatement. Girl, you’re blind, and Dazai loves this about you.

The boy has made many attempts to confess and yet, those didn’t work and the point did not get across, until now.

He reaches for your hand.

“Can I touch you?”- he stops, before taking the last couple of stairs.

You are a bit taken aback, but also entertaining the idea.

“I’m all yours, do as you wish.”- you teasingly say so, not considering that Dazai was serious.

“Careful there, - he claims, grabbing your wrist and lending a kiss which makes you flinch. - I take things very literally.”

“Dazai, do you…- was it the moment to ask if he had feelings or just playing around?

“Adore you? Yes. Crave you? Absolutely. - he takes a few steps forward towards, making you lean against the wall. - Go crazy over you everyday? Yes.”

“The question that needs to be so desperately asked is, do you?”- he asks as his face leans closer to yours.

With a rapid heartbeat and sore throat, you try to gather your thoughts but it was impossible to think when a man such as Dazai stood so close to you, provoking every cell in your body to catch fire and drag everything you’ve ever been and are straight to hell.

“I… - your eyes shift to his lips, only centimetres away from yours. - I want you to kiss me.”

Dazai smiles, a small hint of possessiveness hidden in his eyes.

“You want me to touch you more?”- he teases you, picking strands of hair away from your face. - Gosh, your eyes are beautiful.”

“Please, do so.”- you look up at him, unleashing some sort of desire that drove his senses mad.

Dazai grabs your chin, his lips slowly approaching yours. The anticipation was killing you, it felt like your legs would give you up any moment now.

Meanwhile, his other hand travels to your waist, pulling you closer to his body, finally giving you a long tender kiss.

It only grows your tension as you run your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer by his neck.

“Dazai…- you breathe out his name between the kiss, making him clench the fabric of your shirt as he desperately absorbs the aroma from your neck where he lends small yet deep kisses.

The man couldn’t get enough.

You bite his earlobe as you let out small breathy moans. It doesn’t take long until his hand starts to travel to other places, which make you turn completely red, hiding your face in his chest, which he doesn’t fail to notice.

“You can tell me to stop anytime.”- he claims, caressing your lip while giving himself all the self control he possesses.

“Now that I’ve gotten a hold of your touch, I don’t want you to ever stop.”- you claim and Dazai’s stare changes from a “I’ll take care of you” to a “I’ll gently send you to another dimension of pleasure while making you beg, right here, right now.”

“What are you doing to me?”- Dazai says as slowly unbuttons your shirt, so impatiently and yet so tenderly.

“Im giving you what you want, aren’t I?”- you claim, grabbing his shirt tightly as his left hand gets a hold of your chest, while the other is exploring your back, pushing you closer and closer to his abdomen.

“You’re so good for me, - Dazai whispers breathily in your ear, hands travelling down. You lean your head backwards as you try to contain any lewd noise that would get you caught. - I need to reward you for that.”

He plays with your underwear before almost ripping it apart effortlessly.

“Gosh, Dazai!” - your impressed smirk turns him on even more, but unfortunately for you both….

“Where is that shithead?! Dazai?!”

Fuck.

Those were the fastest seconds of your life that took the both of you to fix your demeanour before facing an angry Kunikida.

“What the hell are you two doing here?”- he asks for an explanation, while you avoid to even look at him in the eyes. Dazai notices your embarrassment and claims:

“We were just about to grab a coffe, you want to join us, Kunikida?”- you could swear there were bits of anger in Dazai’s voice, which kinda made you laugh.

“What’s so funny?”- Kunikida raises an eyebrow, and you shake your head.

“My apologies, I’ll get back to work.”- you claim as you start to walk away.

“Actually, - Dazai grabs your wrist which makes you turn back, - you deserve a break after your hard work, me on the other hand, I’m getting back to work.”

Dazai subtly caresses your arm as he guides you through the stairs. Beforehand, he nods at Kunikida, who takes his leave with broken nerves, cursing at Dazai all the way back to his office.

“You get a coffee ok? I’ll be upstairs.”- Dazai claims, holding your hand as he lends a kiss at its back.

A warm smile from you warms his heart, but that warmth is about to be turned into heat when you lean in and whisper in his ear:

���We’re gonna finish what we started later.”

[my-castles-crumbling]

I have no idea what happened.

Hi Cassssss, it’s mixed signals anon

Soooo, we went on the date yesterday evening. She passed her drivers test a few months ago and owns a car (rich people…) and she drove me to this fancy looking place. 

(She parks like up the road and walking down to look at it, at first it seems like a super fancy club) 

And look i’m usually a book and warm jumper person but I made an effort with this outfit to be look like- a social person or something. 

EXCEPT THEN she walks me through the club to the back where she has a reservation for a table like ALL evening for US! (Rich girls- she legit knows the owner apparently) 

And then she goes, “I’ve missed you recently”. (we’ve had mocks and also a bit of friendship drama so it has been a while since we hung out). 

And she looks so lovely and earnest.

I realise like ten min in that she’s not drinking. Which isn’t like her. And she tells me that she wants me to be able to relax and feel comfortable so she’s staying sober and is gonna drive us home.

(We usually go out with our two other friends, and one of them doesn’t drink so he often drives us home in her car- idk how I thought we’d be getting home but- I never claimed  to be smart around her)

Anyway, we have the best night. I genuinely love spending time with her. 

We danced at the club bit (less than platonic dancing may I add) and chatted all night.

And I AM NOT KIDDING.

Are you ready cause ur not. 

She walks me outta the club to the car, opens the door for me and then she kisses my cheek! And then blushes (I have literally never once seen her blush).

AND THEN, she drives me home… 

And in the drive I pull out my phone and for the first time that day and I check insta, I don’t love the app but one of my friends went out today and i knew she’d have posted so I wanted to likes her pics and stuff. 

BUT YOU ARE NOT READY

Her ex bf (the girl i’m with) has posted a pic of the two of them captioned “back together”.

WHAT THE FUCK

So I say to her, as we’re nearing my house, “We talked all night and you didn’t bring up that your back together with *you know who*, didn’t you both cheat on each other?”

I tried to sound chill like I wasn’t jealous but also mad cause that’s not a smart decision no matter what. 

She like freezes a little and goes quiet and then goes “Yeah I guess. He’s alright. I’ve been thinking about my dating history recently.” At this point she’s pulled over beside my house and she turns like half her body to face me and asks “Do you think I shouldn’t date him?” NOT LIKE “oh do you hate him” IT WAS LIKE “Do you think I should be single”

And okay i’m kind of annoyed now tbh…

She flirted with me all evening. EVEN I could see that!!! And she didn’t seem to care about her ex at all, she seemed to care about my reaction.

It all felt like a game I didn’t mean to play? 

So I turned to her and said, “I think you need to figure out what you want.”

And left and went to my house.

oh SHIT

yeah, I was not ready for that.

You were so right and so badass to set that boundary because she DOES need to figure out what she wants. And I think you need to keep that boundary until she figures it out. You don't deserve to be messed with like that, and I'm so proud of you for realizing that. <3

You. Deserve. Better.

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