#Sure your mad but t’s just Better to act like it didn’t happen and move on

[raemeh]

I’m not sure if I have my best ideas at night or if that’s just me to sleep deprived to know what a good idea is

[anjellaufeyson]

Hate with attraction - Bellamy Blake

I hated Bellamy and despised him since the beginning. He always had to counter my arguments and disagree with me on every move I made. Every step I took–he criticized. The feeling of hatred was mutual, I never failed to return the remarks he made.

           Bellamy brushed past as if I weren't there, yet he still managed to whisper, “You're falling behind.” 

           I picked up my pace as we walked through the forest. The whole hunting group was filled with all my friends–besides Bellamy. I shoved him almost into a tree, “Catch up soldier boy.” 

My best friend, Octavia turned around while walking, and Bellamy glared at me. “I get Bellamy is an ass but why can't you guys just get along?”

I could feel his stare on me, “Your brother started it on day 1 of coming back to earth. The power must’ve gone to his hollow head, can’t say more than that–” My words were cut off at the sound of arrows flying past us. 

“Grounders,” Bellamy yelled. 

Clarke and Monty spread out of their spot because that’s where most of the fire was, “Guys we have to split up! We all have intercoms so once it’s safe we’ll come back together.” 

Octavia reached for my hand but missed me by a couple of inches, an arrow grazed my palm and cut me, “Just go,” I yelled. She ran away but was hesitant. I was about to reach for my gun before a hand stopped me–Bellamy. 

“We have time to run, don’t waste your bullets.”

I crouched down with him so no one gets hurt again, “If you keep ordering me around, I’m about to waste one.” 

He groaned as he grabbed me and we both made a run for it, “Keep this shit up and maybe I’ll throw you to the grounders.” 

I pushed him off me as we walked into a tiny cave for cover, “I’d rather be with them than you,” I mumbled. 

“What was that princess,” he asked knowing he heard every word I said. His anger was pissing me off. He ripped a part of his shirt off and began wrapping it around my cut.

“I hate when you call me that.” He only called me that because my father is Kane and he won’t let go that I’m “privileged” just like Clarke. “I didn’t make the rules on the ship, It’s not my fault that–”

He pulled hard on the tie he was making causing me to wince in pain, “Don’t finish that sentence.” Bellamy glanced up at me then annoyingly back at my cut as he wrapped it to perfection–I hated how good he was at helping when I needed it. “I know it’s not your fault but your father and every privileged person on that ship let her die for what reason? Because she had one more kid?” 

“You know the rules,” I spoke lowly. It was a sensitive topic and even though I hated his guts and wouldn’t mind if he got floated, I did sympathize. I never liked what happened and the fact no one could have siblings. “The more space taken by more kids would’ve left us overpopulated Bell–” I paused when talking, his nickname Octavia slipped out so easily. 

He looked up at me whilst still holding my hand even though the t-shirt bandage was as good as it was going to get. “I’m sorry she was floated, but it was the rules. And you know the Ark was already overpopulated enough. That’s why they sent us down here in the first place, the stupid 100 who had to risk their criminalistic lives for the others.” This topic always got me upset, not sad but mad. My father, Jaha, and Clarke's mom, Abby, were all willing to risk our lives as if we were all test subjects. 

“We mean nothing to them, that’s why I was so hell-bent on making sure all of the 100 could survive.”

I rolled my eyes remembering this wasn’t a friend I was talking to, “No, Bellamy you wanted all of us to remove our locators so that you could make sure they didn’t come down here because your reckless ass shot Jaha. I understand it was for Octavia but don’t act as if you’re some hero.” 

He pressed down on my wound before dropping his hand, “I never said I was. You always think you’re better than me.” 

I went to punch Bellamy but he moved out of the way, I was always good at hand-to-hand, my father got me a trainer, one of the guards. I knew how to fight, shoot, plant, etc. I was built to survive as if he’s been planning this forever. I smiled as I ducked the attack he threw at me, “You can only stand your ground because of the training you and Lincoln did together.” I went to kick him but he caught my leg, kicks were the one thing I couldn’t get the hang of. 

“Learn to be faster, princess,” he had a tiny grin on his face as he twisted my leg so I was hopping. 

I’d never give him the satisfaction of beating me, I kicked my leg again and got out of his grip. I elbowed him and punched him. His lip began to bleed, he had a smile on his face as his finger touched his lip. “Better,” he whispered. 

I went to hit him again but he blocked it and turned me around and kicked behind my leg causing me to fall onto one knee. He grabbed my hair, not too rough to hurt me but enough to move my head so I’d look up at him. “Train more and maybe you’ll beat me.” 

Slowly I rose and hit him at his throat causing him to back up. Not hard enough to hurt him but enough so he’d fuck off. I regained enough strength to cause him to lose his balance, then I got him to hit his back onto the ground. I kept my knee on his chest as I looked down at him, “You’ll never beat me, Bellamy. And I don’t think I’m better than you–” Our breaths filled the cave, “I know I am.” 

I stayed with my knee on his chest until he gave me a look that I couldn’t comprehend. His lips parted and he moved in to kiss me. I don’t know why but I didn’t back away, I took my knee off of his chest slowly. His fingers slipped into my hair and he pulled me deeper in. He kissed me roughly and I could taste the hate he held for me. Then he pushed me with a betrayal of a smile, “Never let your guard down, princess.” 

I made myself look hurt, he stepped closer and I pulled him in for a kiss. He seemed hesitant but easily fell into it. I bit down on his lip causing him to wince in pain. He dragged his tongue along his bottom lip, blood was dripping more than before. 

I pushed him away from me, I hated him now more than before. But God, I’d kiss him again with hate once more if given the chance. “Never let your guard down, Bell.” 

Suddenly Octavia ran into the cave looking frantic, “Jesus, did the grounders attack you guys?” 

Bellamy and I shared a glance, I turned back to Octavia and smiled as if I wasn’t in pain. “No, no we made it out. Well not without one price to pay,” I said as I held my hand up. 

Octavia looked shocked, she now realized our words were no longer threats, they were promises. “Bellamy,” she said in confusion but also her annoyance was beginning to focus on both of us for being stupid enough to fight each other. “O,” he said while walking past her. I stopped walking so I could talk with Octavia. He turned to me and whispered, “Next time you won’t get off that easily.” I paused, next time?

[her-satanic-wiles]

October 7th

Stuck In Wall, Sodo/Dewdrop x Reader

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Warnings: Stuck in Wall; Dubcon; dry humping; piv; unprotected sex; trapped reader; semi-public sex; free use?; spanking; cunnilingus; fingering;

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🔞 MDNI 🔞

In a moment of surreal disbelief, you found yourself wedged in the narrow crevice of a wall that seemed to have a sinister appetite for unsuspecting victims. All you wanted was to pick up the pen you dropped. Cosmic punishment for carrying too many things - and your habit not having any pockets. The cold, clammy surface pressed against your body, the rough texture of the bricks biting into your skin as panic surged through your veins. You were the proverbial Tinkerbell in the keyhole. Except your keyhole was a hole in the wall in the middle of Papa Copia’s in-the-process-of-being-refurbished suite. Your Papa was going to kill if you were late for your meeting with him.

“Help!” You called out. Repeatedly. But it didn’t feel like anyone could hear you.

You didn’t know how long you’d been trapped for - your voice was hoarse from calling out so much and you were convinced that you’d be stuck there until the builders came in the morning.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”

“Dew! Thank Asmodeus! I thought I was gonna die in here.”

“What the hell happened to you? Papa’s out for blood, you wasted his time!” Swiss’ voice came next.

“Oh shit, how long was he waiting?”

“Long enough.”

“Swiss, please go tell him what happened. I don’t want him to kill me.”

“You want him to kill me instead? I see how it is.”

“No! He wouldn’t. Please, Swiss. Or I’ll have to run away and join a Catholic convent for converted Satanists.”

“Please,” Dewdrop said, “you’d burn up in hellfire before you could even reach the front door.”

“I’ll go, but you owe me.” Swiss told you.

You kicked your legs out. “Yes! Whatever you want, please!”

“Well don’t give me that power.”

And with that, you heard a pair of footsteps walk away and the front door of Copia’s suite shut closed. You were now alone with Dew. “We’d better work on getting you out then, I guess.”

Dew’s firm hands placed on either side of your hips and began to gently pull at them - he didn’t want to hurt you. The only problem was where his hands were placed. Sure, if he pulled hard enough, he could get you out of there with no problem. But the firmness and the placement had a heat pooling between your legs that shouldn’t be there. Maybe it was because you hadn’t been touched in a long time. Maybe it was because you were harbouring feelings for this nameless ghoul. Or maybe it was the action of him pulling you out from a vulnerable position, you weren’t sure. But what you did know was that you wouldn’t be mad at him if certain appendages of his touched certain appendages of yours. You vaguely heard Dew speaking, but you couldn’t make out what he was saying.

“What?” You asked.

“How did this even happen, anyway?”

You explained the situation to him.

“Of course, it would be you.”

The more Dew kept tugging, the more your habit rose up. There was a chill around your now damp panties where they had been exposed to the cold air. You were unsure how much of your underwear he could see, but you knew that you were on display for him.

You were also incredibly unaware of how Dew was feeling at this moment himself. The way that you were bent and exposed to him, the way that you were vulnerable at this very moment. He hated himself for how he was feeling but it was affecting him a lot more than what he wanted it to. And he certainly had no plans in acting on his feelings until his body moved forward a little faster than he wanted and his erection landed on your centre. He closed his eyes in brief relief, but now that he’d felt it once, he was desperate to feel it again.

You couldn’t believe that this was happening at first, that you felt what you felt. Dew was a great guy - one of the best. He wouldn’t take advantage of you like this. Never in a million years would he betray your trust. It must have been an honest mistake and that was the thought you had until it happened again. And again. And again. Each time he was hitting your clothed clit precisely and forcing you to hold back moans. You hand flew to your mouth and you shut your eyes tightly. If he was actually helping you and this was just what bodies did then you couldn’t make it weird. Like when your tattooist is leaning over you and you accidentally touch a part of their body you weren’t supposed to - just the nature of the position you’re in.

That was, of course, until you heard it.

It was quiet, barely there, but it was a groan passing his lips. Definitely a pleasured groan. “Dew, what are you doing?” You asked, trying to hold your own sinful noises back.

“Fuck! I’m sorry, Sister. I didn’t mean to but now I can’t stop.” He gripped your hips tighter and rubbed himself against your pussy more confidently now his game was up, and his noises came unabashedly, too. Uncaring whimpers and moans fell from his lips as he orchestrated his pleasure using your body: and it was the hottest thing you’d ever experienced, despite any anxieties you were feeling. Not because you didn’t want this - but because -

“Swiss could be back at any moment! With Papa! We shouldn’t do this.” A few of your own whimpers started escaping.

“No, you’re right,” you heard the zipper of Dew’s jeans unzip followed by some shuffling. You felt your panties being moved to the side, your soaking wet snatch now fully exposed to any passers by. “We really should stop.” His now unmistakably bare cock began to run through your completely naked folds, focusing on your clit as he continued to use you to get himself off. His voice was slow and monotonous as if he were entranced by his feelings. “We should stop.”

When his head brushed over your clit, you let out a particularly loud whine which made him thrust a little more next time. “Please, Dew.” You didn’t know what you were begging for. The logical side of your brain was begging Dew to stop what he was doing and help you get out. But the other side of your brain, the incredibly horny, touch-starved side, was begging him to position himself a little higher and just sink all the way home. Stretch your tight, little pussy out until it had molded to the shape of him.

Dew, however, seemed to take it as the latter request. His cock, now completely slicked up by you, was lined up to your entrance the second he heard your beg, and he began to push in.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

“Satan have mercy - how are you so big?” You felt like your eyes were going to bulge from their sockets in a rather cartoonish way. “Where did you hide that thing? You’re tiny.”

That remark earned you a harsh slap on your ass cheek. “I wouldn’t be so mouthy if I were you, Sister.” He was now buried all the way to the hilt. “Not when you have no way to save yourself.” He pulled out of you and slammed back in, the force of it ripping a scream from your throat. You heard him laugh from the other side of the wall before doing it again.

“Fucking hell, Dew!”

“You like that?” He spanked you again.

“Yes!”

“Do you want me to do it again?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“No.”

“What?”

“Use your words and I might.”

“Please do it again, Dew! I wanna feel you do it again.”

He groaned. “You’re so pretty when you beg for it, Sister.”

He did it again, a little harder than before and coupled with another spank.

And again.

And again.

Dew knew what he was doing, and pulled out every move he had saved to fuck you like you deserved. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long, Sister.” He confessed. His thrusts were so brutal, you could feel the wall shaking every time he entered you.

Soon enough, you felt his thrusts become erratic, and with a quick “cumming!”, he emptied himself into you. “You didn’t cum.” He said mindlessly, his hand coming down on your ass one final time.

He groped your ass cheeks and pushed them up after the hit this time, which caused your labia to spread apart and allowed him to see his own come oozing out of you. He dove into your cunt, slurping his own seed out of you and playing with your delicate clit while his hands continued to pull your body apart. “We can’t have Papa knowing how I just sodomised his personal assistant, can we?” Dew taunted before plunging back in.

Once more, his tongue touched your folds and there was nothing to soften the impact, so you cried out in pain. But as soon as his tongue was on you, it vanished, to be quickly replaced by two fingers prodding at your entrance, pushing in without a fight and starting to work right away. His slender and long fingers curved downward to hit you where you were screaming, taking advantage of your position.

In order to get you to cum before Papa and Swiss arrived, he started to finger you more vigorously, amplifying the squelch of your heat. You could feel yourself teetering on the brink due to the way his fingers were sliding inside of you and how forcefully he sucked on your clit. You eventually came, biting into the knuckles of your fingers to silence the overwhelming need to scream.

That was when you both heard footsteps, and felt Dew’s hands rush to make you decent before the door opened.

“Tesoro!” Papa cried as he entered the room. His voice wasn’t angry, much to your relief. He was desperately concerned. “Topolina, are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened?”

Still exhausted from your orgasm, you tried your best to reassure your worried Papa that you were mostly okay, save your pride which was incomparably in shatters at the present moment.

Eventually, they got you out of the wall.

But that wouldn’t be the only time you met Dewdrop for a secret rendezvous.

Previous Day ⛧ Next Day

[luffyvace]

BSD character’s reactions to screwing up they’re first date with you ( T_T)＼(^-^ )

Includes (most) the ada and port mafia <3

they’ll be pretty short since it’s a lot of characters :P (these exclude kyoka, Q and lemon thing aka kajii)

ADA

Fukuzawa 🗡

he’s probably slightly embarrassed but knowing him I’m sure it wasn’t too bad of a screw up

in fact it was probably a minor embarrassing moment that happened

it was silence for a split second before you two changed subjects from what happened

the date went pretty smoothly after that

the typa detail that gets left out when you talk about how the date went

Ranpo 👓

he’ll probably realize what’s gonna happen to ruin the date before it does, and either act to make sure it doesn’t

or smoothly addresses it and moves on

just cuz he’s like that 😎🤷‍♀️ (LOL)

but if something he doesn’t predict happens that crashes your date he’ll be pretty butt hurt

like? How come the worlds greatest detective didn’t see through this??

🙄

you likely end up assuring him it’s fine and continue the date

he sulks and eats snacks when he gets home

your probability of still going on the next date anyway is 89% but he’s still mad that happened

Yosano🥼

she will be pretty bummed out and will starting drinking wine mid date

she may ask if you want some

she’s not sulking or anything but if like where y’all was gonna go is booked/closed you end up just going to some open public area and talking

about how this sucks, what you’ll do next date, if you can do something last minute, that you both doubt you’ll try and go there for a date again and eventually to lighter topics like your hobbies n such

but yeah the date decently recovers

kunikida🤓

YOU ALREADY KNOW THIS MAN IS UTTERLY ENRAGED

in all seriousness he’s s t r e s s i n g

he kinda panics because he planned this out so perfectly and now it’s ruined??

over course he has a back up plan down to z but it’s was supposed to go PERFECT.

(if dazai ruined it for you two he’s gonna choke him out as soon as he sees him)

eventually he stops mumbling and pacing and just takes you to plan b

which actually goes really well!

thankfully it ended in his favor but he’s still gonna spend everyday of his like repenting his first date

because you were his first date with anyone ever

and it was….spoiled. 😀

Dazai💀

you already know mr. slick bounced back immediately

like he went “oh well” and took you to do something else without batting an eye

made it just as fun as the original activity was gonna be

you’d think he had a plan b in mind but he indeed did not

he just had the money to make it look like it 😉

smooth operator 🤪😚

Tanizaki😅

apologizes like a million times

he didn’t mean to ruin it!!

especially if this is your first date too

cuz this is definitely his seeing as though Naomi won’t let him date nobody else 😃😅

(you only got away with him bc Naomi likes you /j)

you guys probably end up walking around and get some ice cream

sitting on a bench and talking

a cat came up to you two and you pet them

All in all it ended peacefully !! <3

(he sulked to Naomi but was grateful things still went alright)

naomi💗

she went “awwww” 🙁

you all likely end up in a arcade and eat some snacks too

You guys use the money you were gonna spend at the original place

it still ends up being pretty fun but you can tell she’s bummed out

you give her a kiss on the cheek at the end of the date to make her feel better 💖

(she immediately perks up)

Kenji🐄

he was kinda like “that stinks” but didn’t even seem sad about it

you two rerouted but couldn’t find anything to do

so you pretty much ended up wandering

not either of you mind, passerby we’re really kind to you and gave you free stuff

At least you didn’t leave empty handed 🤷‍♀️😋

atsushi🐯

your his first ever date- canon.

so when he realizes he (wasn’t his fault but he feels like it anyway) blew it, he’s utterly disappointed

he explains this is his first date and he wanted it to be special, even more so since it was with someone so cool like you

you hear him out, patting his back and giving him head pats to make him feel better

he even went out of his way to buy some new clothes 😞

you tell him it’s okay but he doesn’t feel that way

he asks if there’s anyway he can make it up to you and insists to buy you something before you go

he gets you something you picked out from a shop

although he’s practically hyperventilating over whether you’ll ghost him or not since he screwed it up

PM

Mori💉

another smooth one

i doubt whatever store/place you were trying to go to was closed because he could just pay to open it back up

so it’s likely something embarrassing/awkward happened instead

HE PROBABLY TOOK ELISE AND SHE SAID SMTH 😂😂😂😂

anyway

if so he immediately corrects her then deactivates his ability……

he wanted her to come on the date so he could take her in the future and have you be used to it

clearly that talk he had about not saying private stuff went in one ear and out the other

he apologizes for whatever inconvenience happened and does what every rich man does :)

throws money at the problem :)

no fr y’all went to every shop and he bought you what you wanted from it

(Hey just the for the record I don’t condone mori’s behavior and i genuinely don’t know why the creator did that—they coulda just left that out he coulda been so much better🧍‍♀️)

Hirotsu👔

he doesn’t let little things bother him, but a date with someone that’s important to him?

and it gets ruined??

now that’s kinda disappointing

he formally apologizes and asks if there’s anything you have in mind or like to do for compensation

or maybe if it’s not that drastic he’ll just apologize and try to direct the conversation else where

he isn’t sweating it or anything but the blunder was a pain for a hot second

either way he gets through it without letting it stop the entire date as a whole

Koyo👘

is really embarrassed for 3 hot secs before she collects herself, sighing

Is blushing a bit when she asks if your upset and apologizes

she likely planned this date and told you not to worry about it because things like this wasn’t so supposed to happen

luckily for her she switched from her original idea to something else, so now that that hasn’t worked out she can go back

from there the date returns to smooth sailing

she spoils you and tries to get you forget as much as possible

she especially doesn’t want that getting on her reputation if you work at the PM as well

Chuuya🥂

really irritated and swears under his breath while facing away from you

tries to make it look like he has it under control but he’s kinda freaking out

he liked you so much he really wanted this to go well :/

In the end he can’t think of anything and ends up muttering an apologizing before suggesting to go get some wine together

gets even more embarrassed if your not a drinker

he’s mentally slapping himself at this point

you probably end up pitching in and throwing an idea out there yourself, to which your idea works and the rest of the night is really fun! ;3

he keeps mentioning how good your idea was because it totally saved him

He’s happy when he walks through the door of his place, but when he remembers he blew it he gets upset again

spends the rest of the night drinking and thinking about it hoping you still wanna date him

Higuchi🔫

she is a lover who wants to do everything for the one she loves

so finally landing a date with you and blowing it is like her whole world exploding 💥

she becomes frantic in apologizing asking how to make it up to you

even if it was just a minor thing

if she can turn things around she still feels successful but makes precautions not to let that happen again

if not she’s totally bawling her eyes out to gin about it

she does her best to get on your good side before asking for another date

Tachihara⚔️

gets a bit flustered and sheepishly looks at you to see if it bothered you

his reaction depends on yours

if you start complaining about how much of a bummer it is he’ll start to feel bad

he tries to cheer you up and suggests to move to something else

but if your calm n cool about it so is he

he kinda shrugs one shoulder and says “so what now/wanna do somethin’ else instead?”

Akutagawa🧥

*coughs*

”err..guess the place is closed. I checked yesterday and they were open so this must be a fluke..”

he probably awkwardly stands there from there

if your response is too negative he’ll apologize for wasting your time and offer to drive you home

he will likely hesitate before asking you on a date again and makes sure everything is perfect this time

”curse the weretiger” (you hear him mumble this like it’s a swear word before you close the door to your house)

If you don’t mind as much you two will probably just end up chatting somewhere

it ends with him apologizing anyway

(say you enjoyed talking with him and you might be met with wide eyes and a little blush on his face <3)

Gin☺️

blushes, stammers and apologizes like crazy

she feels really ashamed since this is your first date and something went wrong

she covers her mouth with her hand to sort of “hide” out of embarrassment

she even took off her mask and dressed up all cute for you!! :(

luckily! She brought you a gift !

you ended up really liking it and you hugged her for it, which made her feel a bit better

you ask to return the favor by buying her something too

she insists you don’t have to but you end up doing it anyway

you wrap your arm around each other’s waist while you walk which was pretty romantic :)

you kiss her atop her forehead before separating to head home

(if your not in the PM or can’t physically hand yourself—she probably follows you home from a distance, BUT NOT IN A CREEPY WAY. In a ‘she wants to know your home safe’ loving way)

she squeals when she gets home and tells ryuunosuke about the highs and lows of your date 💗

yes as I said pretty short but these were mostly a trial run for fun :)

again this is just me branching out and expirmenting ;P hopes to you enjoyed!!

[feyhunter78]

Chapter Eleven - Security footage reveals an unpleasant truth and Miguel makes a move Ch 12

Y/N: Miguel, you didn’t need to get me flowers, that was so sweet, thank you!

Miguel smiles and sends you a quick message back before pulling up the surveillance feed and accompanying text Kasey sent him.

Kasey: Dude is an absolute loser, my condolences to y/n, but are you sure you want to do this?

Miguel: It’s in her best interest, thanks for your help, good luck in Vermont.

It takes no time to send the security footage of Todd and Kasey to your phone along with a short message from him explaining how sorry he was to have to show you it, that Kasey fessed up because she felt so guilty.

He has to be there, has to console you if you need consoling. He knows you, knows that even though you want to leave Todd, seeing him cheat on you will break your heart.

Miguel stands outside your office, and even if he didn’t have enhanced hearing, he’d be able to hear the argument you’re having.

Raised voices, accusations thrown back and forth, you’re upset, rightfully so, Todd had cheated on you, with more than just a kiss, and he showed no remorse.

“No, are you fucking serious? You cheated on me.” Your voice is angry, seething, marked with hysterical laughter. “I’ve got the fucking footage right in front of me.”

“You’d really believe some random grainy footage over me? It’s probably photoshopped.” Todd says.

You scoff. “Photoshopped? Why would someone photoshop this, who would even do that? You think I’m stupid, don’t you?”

“No, no, I’m not saying that, I’m just saying I’m hurt you don’t trust me.”

“You’re so—I can’t even—I’m done, I’m done, you know what? We’re done, it’s over, don’t ever fucking call me again.”

“You know what, call me when you’re done with your temper tantrum, then we can talk about this like adults.” Todd snaps.

“No, we’re done, it’s over.”

Todd laughs, “I see what this is. You’re just doing this so you don’t look like the bad guy, so you can go off and mess around with your fucking coworker.”

“Are you serious? You cheated on me with said coworker’s date.”

“No, I didn’t, it wasn’t like that.”

“I saw it with my own eyes, you can’t make me think I’m crazy. We’re over, Todd, leave me alone.” Then you hang up, throwing your phone onto your office couch and burying your face in your hands.

Miguel waits a few seconds then knocks on your door as he opens it slowly. “Y/N, everything alright?”

He expected you to be crying, to be heartbroken, but you simply look angry, and almost relieved.

“Yeah, I—Todd cheated on me, he tried to act like I was crazy and just making it up, but I mean you know it happened, you literally sent me the footage. Thanks for that, by the way.”

You let him gather you up in a hug, closing the blinds to your office window, and locking the door behind him without you noticing. “You deserved to know.”

You nod, face pressed to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around him. “I know I’ll be sad later, but I’m just so glad that it’s over. And I’m so mad that he tried to deny it, he literally tried to gaslight me.”

Miguel smooths down your hair, humming in response.

“I just want him to hurt, but I don’t know how. Maybe I could slash his tires or put sugar in his gas tank?”

He pulls back slightly, the venom in your voice is intoxicating, he wants to see the inferno raging in your eyes.

Miguel, he thinks I’m doing this to get with Miguel, what if… Your thoughts are swirling, fantasies and revenge plots forming and unraveling as you mull your options, deciding if you have the courage.

“Use me.” He says, drawing your attention back to him. “As a man, there’s nothing worse than knowing the woman I lost is…engaging in intimacy with someone else, someone better than me, or receiving something I didn’t.”

He’s practically salivating. The images in your mind are salacious, ranging from a simple picture of his cock resting on your tongue, to a short clip of you riding him, moaning, and mewling for him, the camera focusing on the way you take his cock so well, how it stretches you out.

“I don’t know, wouldn’t that maybe be dangerous, like what if he takes it and posts it somewhere?”

“He won’t, trust me.” He cups your cheek, thumb caressing the soft skin. And he’ll delete the images from Todd’s phone immediately after Todd sees them.

You lean into his touch, and he can feel your arousal, a slight trickle, building slowly as your mind continues swirling through lewd images and ideas. “And you would be okay with it? I don’t want you to do this because you feel obligated, or sorry for me.”

“I offered, and I meant it.” He says, meeting your gaze, searching.

You shake your head and step out of his embrace. “No, no, I can’t that’s crazy. I’m not going to stoop to his level. Besides, if we did do something and send it to him, then that just proves him right.”

He mourns the loss of your warmth, the feel of your skin on his, but you’re right. He’d never want to give Todd the satisfaction of knowing he was right, of having something that like to hold over your head. “I understand.���

“I think I’ll just block him on everything and be done with it.” You say firmly, quickly blocking and deleting Todd from your phone.

You’re a better person than him, always have been and in this moment, he wishes you weren’t. Wishes you would’ve gotten on your knees for him, let him take a photo of his heavy cock resting on your tongue, or let him split you apart, juices dripping, wetting his skin, as you sang so prettily for him.

He allows you to step further out of his orbit, regaining your self-control, shyness falling over you like a thick veil. There’s nothing stopping you two now, no barrier, no mortal man, and he can sense how anxious and out to sea that makes you feel.

“Can I take you to dinner, an actual dinner, with food we both like, and no unwanted guests?” Miguel asks, reining in his own self-control, he’ll push his desires aside, he’ll always push them aside when it comes to you, to the fragility of your emotions in these vulnerable moments.

You fiddle with the edge of your phone case, not quite meeting his eyes, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I’d love that.”

TL:@obi-mom-kenobi, @poutysprouty, @oharasfilipinawife, @laysmt, @cicithemess, @unabashedcroissanttreefan, @lynxslokley, @thedevax, @generalkenobitrash, @keiva1000, @wilmontana987

[calholic]

HIII!! I just started reading your posts and I love the way you write :) I can't wait to read part 2 of your lastest Tom x Reader, I liked it a lot✋🏻✋🏻<3

T. KAULITZ x READER

★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you and your band went clubbing with tokio hotel

★ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: swearing, mentions on alcohol

★ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: omg tysmm 😭 i literally love youuu anyways here’s pt. 2 for you queen ❤️ AND unfortunately guys there will be no good ending #spoilers oops…

you woke up the next morning, restless from the night before. vinny, pauly and jolie were still asleep but you didn’t know about bill and the others. you quickly got in the shower, getting ready since you smelled like a mix of burgers and alcohol. you tried to stay silent so you didn’t wake anyone but tom was standing outside the bathroom once you got out. you jumped a little since he caught you by surprise. “oh it’s just you,”

you walked off before he could answer, trying to avoid him. you were only covered in a towel since you left you your change of clothes in the room. you could feel tom’s eyes checking you out and as you walked away he whistled at you. secretly you didn’t mind the attention but at the same time you were mad he was so unaware about what happened last night so you just ignored it and walked back into your room. jolie was already awake once you got back and you told her about everything. “so yeah i think i’m moving on from him. last night, bill told me he went in the bathroom with a girl,” you explained.

“no way, he’s such a man whore,” she said. “yeah and i got out the shower and i could feel his eyes on me, like he was checking me out,” you said. “god he’s acting like nothing happened and the way he flirts with you and has the nerve to flirt with other girls is so gross,” jolie said. bill walked into the room after and asked if you guys wanted breakfast. “sure, are georg and gustav awake?” you asked. “not yet, i’ll go wake the while you wake pauly and vinny okay?” bill said before leaving. you and jolie woke the two up and got ready to go to your guys’ favorite diner.

you guys walked to the diner since it was just two blocks away. during the short walk, you stayed away from tom and made sure you didn’t walk by him. jolie, you and gustav got to talking about the menu and what you guys were going to order and shortly after you guys made it there. you surrounded yourself by pauly and gustav so you wouldn’t have to sit by tom.

you started talking to gustav and slightly flirting with him, attempting to make tom jealous. you laughed at everyone gustav said and would grab his shoulder or arm. it seemed look work a little since tom couldn’t stop looking. you have to admit it did feel good to see him like that but it all ended once the server arrived. tom’s attention immediately shifted away from you and gustav but instead towards a certain part of the waitresses body. shocked but no surprised, you rolled your eyes and looked down at the menu.

after you guys all finished eating and started heading back for your apartment, vinny spotted a festival going on. “you guys wanna go check that out?” he asked. “sure but can we go back first? i need to change my clothes really quick,” jolie said. “yeah i’m still wearing clothes from yesterday, we’re gonna go back to the hotel real fast,” tom said. “the clothes you fucked that girl in,” you whispered under your breath. tom didn’t hear what you said but jolie and bill did. “alright then meet you guys here in a few,” pauly said as you guys ran back to the apartment.

you decided to get changed as well since your outfits wasn’t the most flattering either. “were you flirting with gustav at the diner?” jolie asked. “why? could you tell?” you aske hoping she wasn’t the only one that did. she scoffed, “yeah, tom was staring you down too, i think you made him jealous or something,” she said. “yeah that’s what i tried to do but he still seems so clueless,” you replied. “maybe things well get better tonight,” said jolie. the two of you got done changing and went outside where pauly and vinny were waiting.

you guys made your way back to the festival and it seemed the others hadn’t arrived yet. you gave bill a call and he said that they would be a little late since they got in trouble with their manager for not coming home last night. you and jolie decided to walk around a bit while vinny and pauly waited for them at the entrance. “this place is huge,” you said. “yeah and there are so many food stands,” she replied. “anyways, what’s your plan with tom?” asked jolie. “i don’t know, i think i might confess tonight,” you said. “okay bold, but i’ll support you. what are you going to do if he rejects you,” she asked. “probably die,” you said.

you guys walked around a little and took some pictures as well. a few moments later you saw the others and you ran up to give gustav a hug. you noticed tom was looking which made you feel better, you all started walking around together now, exploring the festival. there were surprisingly lots of people there and food stands. georg saw a tried to hit on a girl that he saw and when he failed, everyone laughed. it felt mean but it really was funny.

bill wanted to go get some lemonade and you guys left after that since it was starting to get boring. you guys started walking back to your apartment until tom approached you but before he could say anything you walked away from him to go stand by jolie. deep down you knew it was childish but then you thought about what happened last night and your mind changed. you guys have already decided to hit another club tonight just we’re just going back for a pre party.

you all took a few shots and just chilled for a bit before leaving. “so when are you guys leaving?” asked vinny. “tomorrow, we have one last gig and they’re we’re going to the next city over,” said bill. you thought that this might be the last opportunity to confess to tom since you wouldn’t see him for a while after. your plan was to confess and if he didn’t like you then fuck it since you got it off your chest. a few hours passed and you were all ready to go. “hope this club has hot girls,” you overheard tom saying to pauly.

you rolled your eyes and you guys left. when you arrived at the club, it was indeed filled with a lot of women and you knew tom was going to flirt with them. you walked straight for the bar wanting to get wasted more than anything tonight. you ordered a few rounds of shots and jolie cake up to you a few minutes later. “slow down ______,” she said. “i just want to get plastered tonight,” you replied. “why don’t we get away from the bar?” jolie suggested. “fine,” you said, getting off of the bar stool.

you guys walked over to the dance floor where you saw bill and vinny dancing. you started laughing since vinny was a bad dancer. “nice moves vinny,” jolie said as the two of you walked up to them. “hey bill,” you said, slurring a little bit. “are you drunk?” he asked. “no,” you replied and chuckled a little. you guys continued walking and ended up by the vip section. jolie’s expression changed as you two looked around in there. she started acting weird, pushing you away from the area and suggesting to go some place else.

you didn’t know what was wrong until you looked closed and saw tom. he was surrounded by girls, you stood there watching him. you couldn’t move for some reason and you were trying not to cry. jolie tried pulling you away but you wouldn’t budge.

once you locked eyes with tom you let jolie drag you away. at this point you let all your tears out as you heard jolie cursing tom out. you wanted to see bill and tell him that he was right, that tom was a playboy who would never be in a relationship. you felt so dumb for thinking he could like you back. jolie took you to the bathroom and gave you a pep talk. “get your fucking life together ______, you’re overreacting over a boy that’s not even worth it, i hope you know that,” jolie said harshly. you knew her love was tough and that she didn’t mean to hurt you when she said this. you wiped your tears and got up to fix your makeup. “you’re right jolie, i don’t know what’s wrong with me,” you replied.

you tried convincing yourself that you weren’t hurt and it worked a little, you knew that the sadness would but like a train later but for now you needed to be strong. “can we go home now?” you asked jolie. “uhh yeah let’s just go get the others,” she said. you guys left the bathroom and went to go get bill and vinny first. “bill,” you called out when you saw him. you gave him and hug and he could tell something was wrong. “you okay?” he asked. “you were right bill, tom’s a bitch,” you said. he just hugged you back, knowing you needed the comfort. “i want to go home now, can you go get the others?” you asked. “sure, i’ll go get tom and georg, i saw them together last,” he said.

you called pauly to ask where he was and he said he’d meet you guys by the entrance. you then called gustav who said he was by the bar and would meet you guys by the entrance. you, jolie, and vinny decided to go ahead and meet at the entrance too, waiting for bill and tom. you guys were waving for a taxi but the streets were very busy tonight and no cab would show up. finally bill and tom arrived and you guys were all waiting for a cab now. it was silent and very one could tell something was up. it’s not like tom was ashamed to be seen hitting on girls, but tonight was different.

he must’ve took the hint that you liked him once he saw the hurt in your expression when you guys locked eyes. you had your arms cross, avoiding any sort of contact with tom.

you guys knew you had to get two separate cans since there were eight of you so to break the awkwardness, pauly started calling for a cab again. “______ listen-“ you heard tom saying as he walked up to you. you didn’t turn around to face him but instead you wished for a cab to show up right in that moment and luckily one did. “we’ll take this one first, i think you guys should get back to your hotel,” you said quickly as you signaled the others to get in.

as the cab drove away you could see tom’s expression through the car window. you knew it was heartless but you did it anyways, you were tired of being the one with the broken heart. just like you expected, the emotions hit really hard once you got home. everyone was gathered around you trying to be there for comfort. everyone each took turns comforting you and giving you talks. pauly even suggested that the group would stop hanging out with tokio hotel all together.

you laughed because both band were best friends and you wouldn’t let them ruin a good bond over something like this. a few days later bill called. tom tried reaching out but you blocked all his calls and avoided his texts. bill said he was confused and to why you’ve been acting up and he said he explained it all to him. you thanked bill for giving you some closure. you were letting go and moving on from tom, but sometimes you would see him at awards shows are some occasional hangouts between your two bands. it’s been a few years now and it’s safe to say you both moved on.

★ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: yall i’m sorry for shitty ending i’ve been trying to get this out my drafts and at the same time i’ve been lazy so i wasn’t giving my all in this fic 😭 i promise more fics will be coming with better endings

[riddles-n-games]

Together is Better

Oren retrieved the key from his toolbox but he didn’t give it to me. He gave it to Zara, then told me to get ready for school.

“Have you lost your mind?” I asked him, my jaw going slack with shock. “I’m not going to school.”

“It’s the safest place for you right now,” Oren said.

“Hardly,” I muttered. 

My bodyguard only gave me a brief pointed look before whipping out the biggest gun in the arsenal, “Alisa will agree with me.”

I couldn’t help the scoff that escaped when I retorted, “Alisa’s doing damage control from the interview. I’m sure the last thing she wants is me out in public. No one would question why I might want to stay home.” Home. Yes, that’s what Hawthorne House has become despite the short time I’ve been here.

“Country Day isn’t public,” Oren told me, and a few seconds later, as if clearly intent on putting me in the wrong, he had Alisa on speakerphone, and she was echoing what he stated earlier: I was to put on my private school uniform, put on my best face, and pretend that nothing had happened. 

If we treated this like a crisis, it would be seen as a crisis. Easy for her to say when she wasn’t the one put on the spot on national television with yet another large mystery about her past unraveling before her very eyes.

Since I’d promised to keep Alisa in the loop, I told her everything, and she still didn’t change her mind. “Act normal,” she told me and I gritted my teeth, growling in frustration once she dropped the call. 

“Well, aren’t you two just full of pleasant surprises and moral support?” I snapped at the phone and glared at Oren before I went to my room. He didn’t follow, for once.

I hadn’t been normal in weeks. But less than an hour later, I was dressed in a pleated skirt, a white dress shirt, and a burgundy blazer, with my hair tousled just so and my makeup minimal. Preppy with an edge, for all the world to see—or at least all the denizens of Heights Country Day School.

I felt like I had on my very first day. No one looked directly at me, but the way they were not-looking at me felt far more conspicuous. Jameson and Xander slipped out of the car after me, and each of them took one of my sides. At least this time, it was me and the Hawthornes against the world. 

My eyes wandered over the front of the main building as I tried ignoring the stupid not-stares. Sure, I could take the typical high school nonsense, even at the rich kid private school level, but today I just didn’t want to. I was tired of feeling like a puppet on strings and yet, I had a feeling that for the time being and some years to come, that would be my role to play. 

I lingered for a minute and let out an irritated sigh, dropping my gaze to the ground. It was going to be a long day, after all, so I could afford a few more seconds to steady myself before the madness. The sunlight hit the cement tiles and to my surprise, I saw three shadows instead of just the one. They’re still here. Gratitude flooded me like a river. If there was one thing I wanted at the moment, it was to not be alone and if I could commend anyone for having my trust outside of Libby and Max, it was the Hawthorne brothers. They proved to be loyal and trustworthy to each other and to me. I knew that now. 

It gave me enough confidence to pull myself together and to continue towards the doors. The brothers clearly weren’t leaving without me; that message was crystal to me and everyone around us. And so, we walked together, our footsteps relatively in sync until the very last moment before we reached the doors, another wave of uncertainty hit. 

For what felt like the hundredth time in the last month, I felt out of control. My body seemed to go on autopilot because I stopped in my tracks and my feet refused to move as if I was terrified to go inside the school. But I knew I wasn’t and it was just the constant nerve wracking revelations and shifting narrative that’s been leaving me so disoriented. It felt jarring; the rise in my hesitation was all it took to leave me faltering physically.

The boys looked back. “Avery, you ok?” Xander asked. I didn’t respond but shook my head. Words seemed to be failing me too. 

“Go on without me,” I managed to croak out a little later. I had no idea what was going on with me. So much for acting as if nothing happened and it’s not like that was the most dire thing that occurred up to this point. The younger Hawthorne nodded at me and opened the door to head in but not without leaving me with a worried lookover.

Jameson, on the other hand, didn’t budge. He came right back down the steps and took one of my hands in his. His skin was reassuringly warm and soothing to the touch. I looked at him, confused. 

“You got this, Heiress,” he murmured, rubbing circles over my thumb. I squeezed his hand tighter and for once, I believed him. 

"Thank you,” I whispered.

Jameson’s concerned look softened and he smiled at me. “You’re welcome.”

Then we headed together inside, Xander waiting on us in the lobby. Only after we got to my first class did I notice that he never let go of my hand. But then, neither did I his and maybe I didn’t want to.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this; it's been a while since I've written fanfic for this fandom and I craved some Averyjameson content so here it is. You can find this fanfic on ao3 as well if you prefer that format instead. Also, if you're interested in more Inheritance Games fanfics, I have mine under the tab Hawthorne Vault. Stay tuned for more.

[abbatoirablaze]

Thankful, Black Noir

Word Count:  1.8k

Warnings:  fighting, angst, mentions of violence/aggression, critical injuries, manipulation, and sabotage.

“COMING!”

“COMING MOM!”

“Mikayla, make sure your little brother washes his hands,” you called from down the hall, “and you better wash your hands too!  We don’t need any dirty hands at the table.”

The man who sat his bag down as he entered his room in the tower chuckled.  You turned around to see your husband of nearly six years smiling at you.

“What?  You think that’s funny?” you teased, crossing your arms over your chest.  He smiled and licked his lips, the smallest of nods coming from him, “you try keeping those children of yours in line, Earv…it’s harder than dealing with anyone on that superhero team.”

“They listen to you more than they listen to me baby,” he smiled, taking a few steps until he crossed the threshold of the entrance area and into the framework of the kitchen where you stood, “and they’re our kids…half me and half you!  And they got more of you running though their veins than me.”

“Thankfully more like me,” you teased, “non super powered.  Just wholesome, sweet babies without a nut allergy.”

“And they inherited your listening skills too!”

You gave him a smile, rolling your eyes at his playful jest, “you better get washed up too!  I made your favorite!”

“Hot damn…a home-made roast with sweet potato and macaroni?”

“And home-made corn bread too!”

He smiled, wrapping his arms around you, and he pulled you into a breath-taking kiss, “god, I love you, woman…”

“I love you too!” you smiled, gently touching the athletic fabric that he often wore under his suit, “go get changed while you wash up though, “you got some blood on your collar from training.”

“T-the twins…not mine,” he muttered with a frown, “soldier boy took out his aggression on Tommy today.”

“I’m just glad it wasn’t you again, Earv,” you whispered sadly.  You reached up and touched the remnant of the split lip he’d gotten from the last run-in with the unstable leader of Payback, “you need to talk to Mr. Edgar, Earving…he-he’s getting worse.  He’s sabotaged your career.  I know you wanted to move into acting, and you almost had that one role before they gave it to Eddie Murphy.”

“Beverly Hills Cop…”

“You could be a real star, baby…without the mask…”

“Hey…I just want to enjoy the night with my family…” he cooed, wrapping his arms a little tighter around your waist, “want to spend time with my beautiful wife, an-“

“DADDY!”

“DADDY!”

Earving smiled, releasing his wife to see two smiling faces, the perfect combination of his wife and himself in six- and three-year-old forms, “my kids!  And look at you two, all washed up and ready for dinner just like your momma asked!”

“Momma said-“

“ALL CLEAN!” Jackson grinned, cutting his older sister off, “Daddy, tell me what you did wif Payback.  My friend Arlo says you’re going to Nam like his daddy did!”

“Yeah buddy, but it’s not Vietnam, it’s, well we-“

“What?”

“Shit!” he muttered, quickly remembering that he’d forgotten to tell his wife about the last-minute trip, and that Stan had released the information to the media already.

“Ohhh, daddy said a bad word, momma!”

“Quarter in the swear jar, daddy!” Mikayla smiled.

“Earving!”

“Baby, I-“

“Daddy momma’s mad at you!” his daughter warned.  She was quick to grab her little brother’s hand, “Come on Jackson…let’s go grab a plate and eat in my room.  Momma and daddy are gonna fight again!”

“When were you going to tell me this?” you scolded, it feeling like your world was falling apart, “Earving, you barely got out of-“

“Trisha…not here!” he said quickly, “not in front of the kids.”

Your eyes teared up as you looked at your children.  Your daughter was far too familiar with the fighting that had been happening of late, because of the leader of Payback and how little disregard he’d had for his teammates.  But Jackson didn’t understand why you were so fearful and upset. 

“W-we’ll talk about this later,” you said firmly as you tried to push the tears back, “Mikayla…Jackson, go sit at the table…Earving…get washed up…we’ll say grace in five minutes…okay?”

“Trisha-“

“You’re right, Earving!” you pointed out, “n-not in front of the children.”

You could barely stop the tears when you’d seen the news. 

The tower had gone into lockdown when they had informed the significant others of the deaths.  They had gone to Nicaragua, not Vietnam, and they were sent there for a reason that you weren’t told…only that it ‘had to happen’ and there was ‘no going back.’ 

It was nearly a week before you found out that Swatto and the leader, Soldier Boy had been the ones to die, but that your own husband and some of the others were seriously injured in the mission.  Unfortunately, Earving had gotten the worst of it.

He had taken some sort of blast while protecting the rest of the team, and it had caused sever brain damage, and melted half of his face when he landed against a burning jeep. 

All the machines were hooked up to him, creating highways of tubing and medicines, but one thing was for certain.  You couldn’t let the kids in. You didn’t want them to see their father wrapped up like that. 

“I need to talk to you, Trisha!”

You nearly jumped out of your skin, “Mr. Edgar…wh-what are you doing here?”

“I came to see how you were holding up,” he said firmly, “I had spoken with Earving before the attack, and he and I were talking about you and the kids?”

“Me and the kids?” you asked softly, “wh-what on earth do you mean?”

“If something were to have happened to him…like it did…he wanted you to have this.”

You looked down to see an envelope in his hands.  Tears welled up in your eyes as he held it out a little more for you.  You could see Earvings smooth writing of your name, the cursive reminding you of his gentle personality outside of the suit. 

A tear slipped down your cheek and Mr. Edgar sighed as you took it from him, “he wouldn’t have wanted this for you and the kids…he won’t be the same, Trisha…he’s not there anymore.”

You did what Mr. Edgar told you to do and left with a small settlement check after you read the letter where he explained the mission could be one that he died in; and that if he did, he wanted you to raise the kids where he was born. 

You were told to tell the children that their father died, and that another man would be taking over the mantel of Black Noir. 

But you were told that he was going to be placed in an assisted care facility that Vought ran, and that the Earving that was left would receive the utmost and gentlest care until he passed. 

When the kids were ten and thirteen, you received a packet from Vought.  Not only had the children manifested powers like that of their father, but you were informed by Mr. Edgar that Earving had passed in his sleep, finally succumbing to the injuries he’d received on the mission as his body just stopped healing. 

The checks came in every month, dotted with Mr. Edgar’s signature.  He made sure that you were well taken care of…well enough that you didn’t have to work.  Especially when he found out about Jackson.

He was a supe.  He had powers akin to that of his father.  Super reflexes and strength.  Mikayla had shown that she was a supe when she was 13.  She was able to heal fast.  She lent her talents to Vought, helping improve a compound that would enhance abilities in those born without powers so that they could unlock their genetic potential. 

But Jackson stayed by your side, despite wanting to follow in his father’s footsteps. 

He knew how much you loathed Vought.  And he’d grown to hate them as well, the more that he learned about his father’s history within the company. 

His father wanted to be an open black superhero, an icon to anyone of color, but they shut that down…and he let them. 

So, he stuck to vigilantism on the side, making sure the city they lived in was safe.  Mr. Edgar came by on holiday, and you soon learned that he’d had a daughter who was superhero abled himself.  The kids ended up getting along with her, but Mikayla found a real friend in her. 

She became convinced that she wanted to be part of Vought, just like her father was.  And it took every bit of you to hold her back until she was eighteen.  But when she became of age, Mr. Edgar was there to pick her up. 

Jackson refused of course, but you could see his heart breaking at the thought of his sister leaving.    

“Tell me, Mikayla, how is your mother and little brother doing,” Mr. Edgar asked as he leaned against her workstation, “It’s been years since I’ve seen either of them.”

“I don’t have time to talk, Mr. Edgar,” she said quickly, eyes turning back towards the door, “if Doctor A-“

“I’ll deal with Allen…and you’re just as distinguished as he is.  Don’t let that jerk boss you around,” he said dismissively, “tell me…did your mother ever tell you why she moved you and your brother to Minnesota?”

“She wanted us to be closer to dad after he died…”

He nodded, the smug grin on his face never faltering, “dear child…your father never died.”

“Yes, he did…on the mission in Nicaragua in 84.”

“Swatto died…soldier boy died.  But your father was in critical care…his regenerative abilities kept him alive.  The same regenerative abilities that you have,” he chuckled, “you and your brother took after him after all…I see a lot of posts on social media about a young boy, dressed like your father used to…why hasn’t he followed in your father’s footsteps?  I wonder if it’s because of your mother?  She always hated Vought.”

“My father is dead, Mr. Edgar…”

“I guess you should be thankful to think that,” he shrugged, “the truth is far more gruesome…”

Just before she was about to argue, Black Noir appeared in the doorway, mute as ever.  Mr. Edgar smiled and looked at him, “right on time, Noir…please…show Miss. Black your face…”

The superhero didn’t move, and Mikayla felt the anxiety bubbling up in her chest.  Mr. Edgar’s smile fell to a look of displeasure, “Noir…now!”

There was a moment of hesitation before the mask came up.  Mikayla gasped in horror at the mottled, aged face of her very alive father, “d-dad?”

“Your mother lied to you, Mikayla,” he said firmly, knowing the one way to get the newly eighteen year old boy to come to Vought, “and it’s time for dear old dad to hang up the boots soon…I need you to call your brother.”

[calypso-finale]

Thirty Nine.

Passing Herb the contract “this better be six figures?” This guy is funny “you’re getting a meal, that’s what you’re getting. Troll” shaking my head at him “you should be lucky I’m taking you on tour with me” he looked at me “you would think you’re a rapper, look at this. We got K-Trap, Central Cee, G-Herbo and then Chris Brown the singing sensation, you lost my nigga?” I just smiled at him “I want to be different; I want my tour different; I don’t want to be like the usual things. And honestly I think I should have been a rapper; I just so happen to have a sexy ass voice too. But sign the shit bro, you in or nah?” He picked the pen up; I knew Herb would be down for this tour. I can never sit still, I was never going to just shit at home, and honestly I love to sing so I knew I would be doing another, just didn’t think it would be so soon. I know Robyn won’t mind this at all, I mean the eldest three aren’t in need of us, she has the boys which are a pain, but she can deal with it, I’m sure she will be fine with it. Mel and Robyn are like twins because Mel is also pregnant now too, I’m happy for her because she waited a whole long time to have just a second one, it’s about time she found happiness “there” Herb smiled at me “selling your soul to me” I grinned “I trust you with my life though” I cooed out “that’s love” I sighed “you’re for real my big brother though, this is why I will jump if you told me too, I would also tell you that you are dumb when you acting dumb, but I got you broski” dapping him “you not missing Taina then?” Turning to him “I do, I miss her always bro. She was good to me and I took that for advantage, I feel bad, but you know. I got to let her go, I guess you can say I need to grow up. I fucked up, but what can I do. When I went to the crib she near knocked me out, she’s so mad. I said look T, let me get my shit and I’m gone. So yeah, she hate me, I know it” shaking my head “you one dumb nigga, I keep telling you that she good people” Herb nudged me “how long it take until you was ok? And happy” he got a point, I just smiled at him because he’s right “man, I was dumb too, but I just wanted you to do right with the things I did wrong, that’s all” he grinned “I know” getting my phone out from my pocket “how you get so close to this guy? I don’t get it bro” Oakley is calling me, placing the phone on the table “we just met, I told you. But the way he is, he just like me Herb, everything he going through I get it and he knows it. I can’t help it, I’m there for him like that and always was, just wish he didn’t go for my daughter, but we move” looking over at Herb, I sniggered “you jealous of the bond we got” I know Herb is jealous “I get it, you feel you was that skinny nigga from the block” side eyeing him, how dare he say that.

Herb went to get some backwoods so I thought I would call Oakley back, I don’t want him to think I am ignoring him now, placing my phone against my ear as it rang out. Looking over at the store to see if he is coming out because Herb is taking his time “what’s good?” he picked up “whitey, you good? Missed your call” I said “yeah, yeah. Nothing important just wanted to speak to you, you on your own? You out, out?” he asked, “I am out currently, you want to speak on what we was texting last night?” I am sure it is “somewhat, just you right. Shit hurts, nobody really understands and when you said what you said, those words. It hit me but speak like when you free, like in private. You know how I be” he laughed “I do know how you are, that’s fine. When I get back to the crib I will call you, you still got the brat?” he said he had Aziel “I still do yes, he is in the car seat vibing and shit, I got a video of him that I took of us, he started dancing, look cute as hell. I will send it you now actually” I will have all the videos of my grandson “sure, send it over. I miss him already, but I will call you later. I will text you beforehand, before I ring” I feel bad, I didn’t mean to throw him off “cool, bye” he disconnected the call, I just told him that he isn’t alone in shit, he likes to be a loner and he really isn’t a loner, Oakley doesn’t have many friends, his circle is so small, his family is shit. That one friend that got killed, that’s hard on him “you took ages!” I spat “he rolled me one bro” Herb is annoying as shit as times, I be wanting to whack him.

Smiling at Robyn “enjoying pregnancy you say?” I said laughing, she is a lie. I know her ass isn’t enjoying shit now, she can’t see her feet “swollen feet Chris, please massage them” she pointed “whale..” I dragged out “you called me a whale? You asshole!” I snorted laughing “I said well, I am playing. I will massage your feet, how is mother and baby” placing my hand on the bump “mother is good and baby is too relaxed, want it out” it’s such a weird feeling when touching the bump, to feel the baby move around, the connection “I am telling you now, this is a girl, all my daughters gave me this connection, I can feel it. This is another girl, not sure if I can fit another love into my heart, it’s a little compact now” I said, lightly rubbing her bump “that is cute, I can’t wait for the surprise Chris. I just want to go there and just be surprised, I want a healthy baby, one that is just ok. I feel like this baby is going to be calm though, usually. With the boys that is, they gave me hell for no reason, kicking and moving, this one. Just a light touch” nodding my head agreeing “yeah she is” I grinned “not you starting” moving my hand back “you seen the video of Aziel dancing in his little tech fleece, he looks so cute. Already dressing like a London boy” getting my phone out of my pocket “no, show me! Who sent you that, because it wasn’t in the family group chat” she said “Oakley” tapping on the video, passing my phone to Robyn. His little two step, he is too cute “he needs that pacifier out but look at him, I peeped that though. The little look he gave his dad and then continued to dance, he just needed the approval from his dad” she noticed that too “I know right, it’s cute. Did Rylee say she is coming back with him? Or leaving him behind” Robyn shrugged “but she better bring him, she can’t leave him in London for that long, no” taking my phone from her, of course she is saying no, I only asked a question and she nearly blew a vessel.

Pecking Robyn’ lips as I laid out next to her “I have a little thing going on by the way, I fully did it knowing that you will be ok and it won’t be a long thing but I am going to do an overseas tour” I said to her, I mean I don’t see why I need to ask her because I am not doing it in a way that I won’t be here for the birth or be here for a few months beforehand “oh I love how you’re telling me and not asking Chris, but when do you ever sit still? You literally told me you was going to the UK and then backtracked” she is right I did “I didn’t want to hear Rylee’ headache, she started saying how I can babysit, I was like no. I was going there for business but I can just do that next time when I am there anyways” Robyn chuckled “oh Tianna sends you her love and she is sad she won’t be here for when the baby comes, I said to her that I am happy that she is happy and she can come when she is free, I rather she be busy and what not” nodding my head “cool, are you pissed though?” I questioned “about?” looking over at her “yes I am Chris” I chuckled, I knew she would be.

Poking my lips out looking around my kitchen “you look so miserable” Ti laughed “I am, it’s so quiet in this apartment but I guess whatever. We are having dinner over skype” I grinned with the fork in hand “exactly, I mean soon we can do it in person. But anyways, I am so shocked that you did that Dior thing” I don’t know why I told Ti but I just said, I felt the need too because I am mad at myself “same Ti, I don’t know. What happened was that me being angry at Oakley at that moment, it seemed like an idea to get back at him, not the best idea but then I slept with him, again. Not the best idea I have had” I chuckled “Rylee, you and I have both had stupid ideas, that’s just us you know. We are dumb at times, we are still dumb actually” she laughed “enough about my stupid idea, how are the men in Australia, give me the details, are they all like weird and white?” Ti laughed out “they are very white, and the black people you meet are white. Well they act white” she said “but potentials no, but I have made friends” I cooed out “Ti, that makes me so happy. I am glad you’re having a good time. You know friends make good potentials too” I raised an eyebrow “oh stop it, they are good friends ok” I shrugged, I am trying “anyways, it’s best to be single. Just not single with a baby though” I huffed out “Aziel is the sweetest thing so stop it” smiling at her “oh did you see Imani message in the chat? You know mom is going to tell her to shut up” Ti cringed “mom and dad treat her like she is ten, they got to stop. I feel for her, she is fed up” nodding my head “dad hasn’t let up, I am hoping the new baby changes it but her wanting to come to London and stay with me, mom will say no, dad will say yes. I know it but I read the message and haven’t said a thing, because I can’t. I don’t want to hear it” I do not want to be involved.

Closing the dishwasher door “Imani text the group again, are you both on skype together, I can see it” I sniggered “oh shit, we got caught, add her in” Imani is going to get offended if she doesn’t add her in two seconds, walking to the fridge and opening the door “wow! You both are supposed to my sisters!” Imani said, I smiled to myself “it was last minute actually” Ti said “last minute? You both been on for hours, liars” walking back over to the laptop “oh here is the mastermind” Imani sounds just like my mom “wow, ok mini Rihanna, calm down. We actually just thought to talk, sorry. Don’t get offended and do not tell mom” Imani has got a face on now “I am sad anyways; also why didn’t you answer me?” I knew she would ask because I don’t want to be involved I am sorry, you can ask mom but she will say how bad I am. She will say that I will corrupt you so yeah, I can’t be bothered to be doing that but Imani. My home is free, it’s open for you to stay here. I don’t mind” Imani smiled at me, she knows I am right “thanks sister, I will talk to both mom and dad, I think being away from the parents is the way forward” Ti and I both laughed “you going to hate me but Oakley is here with Aziel, I need to go and see them” I pointed as the buzzer went off “what!? No, show me Aziel and then you can go” I huffed out “fine” let me go and answer the door, making my way over to the door. I could buzz the door open actually but it don’t matter. Opening the door, Oakley is just smiling with Aziel in his arms “hey baby” Aziel turned his head “oh” I guess we doing that.

Aziel is sat on the couch on the skype call with his aunties, he has taken over. Looking over at Oakley “you both had a good time?” I asked “yeah we did, he was good. Hung out with me, went shopping with me as you know, you saw the pictures and we made his bedroom up at the new place. We just had a good time together, the ointment the doctor gave him for his skin it’s working, he isn’t scratching it either but yeah, we had a good time” he said “I am glad you did, he doesn’t want to come back to me now” Oakley crossed his arms across his chest smiling “I mean he was good, maybe he missed me but I think on a regular day he will play up, so erm when you going to America again? Soon right?” turning to him “yeah, just for my mom. The baby and all that, but I will be back soon” I hate when he stares at me, he just stares into my soul “look” we both said the same thing, it was so weird “you go first?” I gestured “I just wanted to say that I am going to Spain for a few days but if you need anything then please let me know” smiling at him “sure” I breathed out “and out of respect for you, I am getting to know someone” I don’t know but I just felt my heart just die inside “it’s not Kenza” he added “but a potential” am I giving it off, I think I am because he is looking at me gone out “going Spain together?” I asked “she will be there but is a bunch of us” I smiled at him “that’s fine, happy for you. Aziel I think you need to put your aunties away now” I need him to sleep so I can just go to sleep and mourn this to get over it.

[poppy-metal]

"The first time you hear Izuku moan your name, its with you hiding on the other side of his closet door, your hand clapped over your mouth in shock.”

A/N: im placing this before the sexual side of their relationship begins. A prelude of sorts, if you will.

Cw: voyeurism, smut, dekus secretly dirty mouth.

All things considered izuku’s room was...not as gross as you expected a staple college aged guys dorm room to be. It was cluttered but not disgusting, posters of comics and figurines and manga and some clothes strewn about, everything kind of frenzied and haphazard. It was so incredibly deku, a secret smile pulled at your lips, even though your reasons for being here were less than innocent

He’s wearing fucking pink. Because of course he is, of course izuku is humble and comfortable in his masculinity enough to pull off a bright pink t-shirt. It hugs his chest too, and you have to wonder if literally any of his clothes fit him and the tits he decided to grow in college. His image is so utterly imposing, his smile so bright, and laugh so airy, it sends butterflies flipping through your stomach at just the sight of him and that makes you want to vomit. Your lips curl in a sneer and you’re walking towards him and the group of friends he’s talking to as if on reflex. 

Stupid, lovely deku. You knock your shoulder into his as you pass, hard enough that his books clatter and fall to the floor, scattering. And then those green eyes are on you, giving you his attention and your body feels alive, your blood cells buzzing under your skin even as he frowns. The dimples on his freckled face fall as he takes you in. Yes, you think, look at me, see me, want me. 

Out loud you say. “Watch where you’re going, stupid deku” and you’re looking at him like he’s the dirt under your shoe. He’s not. He’s the center of your universe. Your world tilts around his axis. “Pink isn’t your fucking color by the way”. it is. 

Izuku huffs. He’s past the point where he used to turn as red as a tomato and duck his head whenever you stood in front of him, but he’s still deku at the end of the day. An easy target. “If looking at me bothers you so much you could just ignore me.” He crouches down to pick up his things. His words make you itch, if you could ignore him, you wouldn’t fucking be here. Its because he exists too much, that you want to push him down so much. 

You step your manicured foot onto his notebook right as he’s about to grab it. He tugs at it, you dont budge, and he looks up at you, exasperated. “Can i have my notebook, please?” 

Why is he so fucking pretty? God, you want to throw up. You dig your heel in further, covering the flutter you feel in your chest with a practiced sneer. “I like the way you say please, deku.” You lean down a little, “Say ‘your highness’ and i’ll move” 

It’s a thrill, seeing the way his jaw sets, his brow furrows, his eyes go annoyed. Sweet, sweet, friendly izuku. You’re the only one he looks at like this, like he wants to throttle you. But he won’t. You see his adams apple bob, his cheeks dust pink, even as he glares. “No” 

You pause. It’s not the first time he’s gotten snippy with you, but the conviction behind it is new. You feel something in your stomach give a jump, your blood thrumming in your ears. You jerk your foot towards you, sliding his notebook out from his hands and standing completely on top of it with both your feet now. Your sticky lips, glossy and plump, spread into a mocking grin, “No? Do i need to slam you into some lockers and take you lunch money?” You feel a thousand feet tall, towering above him still kneeling, you on the high ground, looking down at him below you, where he can’t reach you. Can’t ever see the truth. “C’mon pansy, you’re already on your knees anyway” 

But he isn’t anymore. He jerks to a stand, and now he’s taller than you, but you puff your chest out, not letting that affect you. It always affects you. Not that he knows or ever notices. Your eyes are widening when he steps forward so you’re practically nose to nose and chest to chest. “I don’t have time for you” he snaps, irritated. And then he’s stepping away as suddenly as he stepped up, the rest of his things gathered in his arms, he shakes his head at you, a tendril of that mossy mousey hair falling into his eyes. “I gotta get to class” 

And then he’s gone, brushing by you, disengaging. You stand there, your breath stuck in your chest, not moving. ‘I dont have time for you’ over and over again rings through your head like a mantra. You step off his notebook robotically and kick it across the floor. It bangs against a wall and you feel your fists clench, nail beds digging into your palms harshly. ‘I dont have time for you’ 

You turn on your heel, away from the direction of your class, fury blinding you. Anger in place of humiliation, vindication in place of being humbled. You don’t know what crawled up his ass and made him think he was above you all the sudden, but you weren’t having it, not the fuck at all. 

And that’s how you found yourself snooping through izukus dorm, with the intention of finding some kind of dirt, or something to hold over his stupid head. He didn’t have time for you? How dare he act like he was better than you, like he had things more important to do than to indulge you. You were still so mad you wanted to throw a tantrum, kick and scream and claw his eyes out. Straddle his stupid broad waist and shake him until all he saw was you, you, you. 

You really hated him. Hated that because of him you were basically a bully because any attention from him was attention you thrived and lived under. Maybe if you weren’t so prideful, so disgusted by the weakness of your own gooey emotions for him, you would have tried to be the center of his attention in a nicer way, but as it was you were in too deep. This was the sick game you played, and losing wasn’t an option. 

You hated how much that made you similar to bakugou in a way. You didn’t like that guy, and even weirdly so, you wanted to gouge his fucking eyes out for the way he treated and talked to izuku. Was it jealousy or possesivness that drove you to want to be the only one who could rile izuku? You wondered, sometimes, if bakugou felt the same way about you. 

It was the loss of control, for you. Better yet, it was the way you liked the loss of that control. You had always prided yourself on being strong willed and a perfectionist. But whenever your eyes so much as grazed izukus, all your emotions went rattling around your stomach in sick twisted ways, giving you goosebumps, making you...nervous. It was a crush that had turned into an obsession, wasn’t it? And you wanted to make izuku suffer not only for invoking those messy feelings, but for not seeming to return them as well. If he couldn’t love you or want you romantically or sexually, you’d force yourself onto his radar and into his head until thinking about anyone else was impossible. Until you squirmed under his skin as much as he squirmed under yours. 

Acting like you didnt exist was unacceptable. Obviously you’d slacked off on your taunts and actions, if he could just brush past you so easily, not taking your bait. You needed to even the playing field again, and by even you meant you needed to be towering above him again. 

Towering over him so you dont have the time to think about how much you want to be under him, your mind whispers at you as you pick through his room, trying to find anything incripting. Someone like izuku would probably have something utterly embarrassing like a diary or some weird porn magazines, shameless, helpless guy that he was. 

You huff as you open his drawer next to his bedside, nearly slamming it back shut in shock at what you see there. 

You’re not stupid. You’re a healthy, young woman with an active sexual imagination and access to the world wide web, to porn. 

Izuku has a fleshlight in his drawer. Izuku has a sexytoy. Izuku. And its green. 

Izuku has a sex toy that he probably uses. That he probably sticks his cock into and moves- 

An absurd laugh barks out of you, shocked and helpless. Because while in your head you knew izuku had to be some kind pervert, what other explanation was there for the way he blushed and darted his gaze around like a ping pong ball whenever you leaned forward and get caught a glimpse under your blouse, this is...unexpected. Imagining izuku in explicit scenarios, doing lewd things, it was something you didn’t allow your mind to wonder to often over. You didn’t like the way you got all squirmy and meek whenever you thought too long about izuku without clothes. 

You feel kind of squirmy now, hot and uncomfortable as you shift around and try to gather your wits back about you. Revenge, that’s what you’re here for. 

With a shaky exhale you turn away from his dresser, your thoughts flitting around your head like annoying gnats. What, who, does he think about when he…? What does he look like? What does his...c- You shake your head, slap your cheeks, trying to center yourself from the images floating around, flustering you and distracting you. 

You’re in the middle of lifting the covers on his bed to peek under it, see if there’s anything there, when you hear the handle on his door jiggle. You freeze, every muscle in your body locked frozen like a deer in headlights as the knob twists, and then catches. Right. You’d picked the lock with one of your hair clips and then made sure to lock it again behind you just in case something like this happened. And by the, “Ugh” on the other side of the door, yep that’s definitely izuku. You’re shoved out of your shocked state, and bolting for his closet door as you hear the jingle of his keys twist in the lock, trying your best to close the door as quietly as possible behind you, it swishing shut barely a second before the door to his dorm opens and you hear him step in. 

Class must have let out early or something, you think huffily, gently rearranging yourself into a comfortable position on a pile of his clothes as he shuffles around his room. You hear the thumb of him dropping his books, the shuffle of his feet, the clutter of him taking off his shoes and the squeak of his mattress as he plops down on it. 

You tuck your knees to your chest and roll your eyes, picking at your leggings as you wonder how long you’ll have to hide before he goes to the bathroom or something so you can leave. It’s fucking stuffy in his closet already, the air hot. Your hand touches the soft fabric beneath you, realizing you’re sitting on one of his hoodies. Its too dark to see which one it is, but you imagine it as your favorite red one. Maybe you’d steal it as compensation for him making you sit and wait in his dumb closet while he probably stared at the ceiling with no thoughts in his dumb brain.

You hear him sigh, loud and dramatic, and then a muffled scream/groan into his pillow. Your lips twitch, he’s such a fucking drama queen. 

Your little smile drops off your face when you hear the sound of his drawer opening.  

Oh god. Oh no. 

Your face feels like there are embers burning under it as you hear the unmistakable sound of clothes being shucked, a zipper and and then flop, and then….a slick wet sound and a sigh of relief. 

Your eyes feel like they are bugging out of your head. Izuku is really about to fuck his fleshlight with you hiding in his closet with him none the wiser. You feel suddenly embarrassed and hot all over, hiding your face in your knees as you hear him let out a moan. A loud one. 

You’re on fire, every part of you. You don’t think you can take this, don’t think you can sit through this and listen to this, think you should just burst out of his closet and use your bravado to somehow flip the situation and make him feel humiliated for getting off in the privacy of his own room, like he’s in the wrong even though you had violated so many boundaries for even being here right now. 

You could do it too, you know. You’re good at twisting things, at powering through the complicated mess of flustered feelings izuku makes you feel and making it his fault, making him back down and cower. You could do it...you’re uncurling your legs and pushing your hands under you in the middle of getting up to do so when- 

“Fuck. ___” Your name. You freeze, for an unholy, goldy second you think you’ve been caught, that he has acquired x-ray vision and has spotted you but no. His voice isn’t surprised or upset its...breathless, airy. He moaned it. 

The first time you hear Izuku moan your name, its with you hiding on the other side of his closet door, your hand clapped over your mouth in shock.

Heat immediately shoots between your legs, your core throbbing unbidden in reflex to the sound, helpless to stop it, to have any other reaction. Your ass plops right back down. You turn slightly towards the door, pressing your side against it, your ear smooshed against the cool wood as you listen, as if drawn under a spell. 

“You’re such…” You hear izuku pant, his voice deeper and more rough then you’ve ever heard it before. “A fucking brat” 

Wet between your legs, seeping through your panties at his words, seemingly ripped out of him. God, he sounds pissed, wrecked. He cursed. You’ve never heard izuku curse before, never, even when you’d pushed him too far. Something really was different about today. 

The slick sounds are more frequent now, steady and...and sounding like real sex you’d heard from porn before. Wet, sloppy, and slapping. Your knees knock together as you lean forward even more. There’s an invisible string pulling, tugging you forward, you want to see…

“Fucking slut” He grunts, and there’s a heavy slap, your breath catching in your fucking throat as you realize that...that must be the clap of his balls hitting the back of his fleshlight everytime he thrusts into it. “Always running your fucking mouth, looking down at me, so mean, you’re so fucking mean to me…uh..” 

The sounds of sex fill the room and you can’t take it anymore, you’re burning, burning, burning, fuck the consequnces. You hesitantly and slowly turn the handle of the closet door, letting it slide open just a crack, enough for you to peek through, to get a glimpse.

His lean muscular back is the first thing you see, he’s facing directly away from his closet, thank god but oh god, that means you see..so much. The flex of his shoulder blades under his tan skin, the smattering of freckles over his shoulder, the long slender slope of his spine as it curves down his broad back, the dimbles at the bottom of his spine, flexing as he fucks his toy. His ass, because of course izuku would have a perfect round bubble butt. There are freckles there too. 

Your eyes skate down, hungry to his large and heavy balls, low hanging and full, currently smacked right up against the base of the little pocket pussy he’s practically straddling on his bed. 

It hits you again than, that deku is imagining that toy is you, he’s imagining fucking you in this position on his bed right now, imagining its your cunt hes pounding into, and your face he’s spitting those filthy words at. 

Your hand is really moving without your permission when it slips under the band of your leggings into your panties, fingers immediately dipping between the slick folds of your pussy, silky and wet. 

“-Wet” Izuku grunts, as you dip a finger just barely inside. “Fuck, i knew you’d be so fucking soft and good inside. Such a bratty girl would have a sweet cunt attached to her, huh?” 

Fuck, where and when did izuku start speaking like this? His soft voice curling around such crude words is making you gush all over your fingers. You wish you could see the kind of face he was making when he said them. 

“Yeah, you like taking my cock don’t you, baby?” He croons and if you close your eyes you can almost imagine he’s speaking directly into your ear, behind you. His thrusts get heavier, rougher, he lifts his leg up on the bed and you see a flash of the little green toy being fucked on his cock, big and angry looking. He’s being so brutal, hammering the thing down on his dick as he hips rut to meet every downward tug. “Milk it. Milk my fucking cock you whore. Wanna- fuck, wanna hear you say my name when you cum, want you to know who’s pouding that little pussy. The loser you fucking hate, yeah? Gonna cum for me?”

Yes, you whimper in your head in answer to him, your fingers curling deep, deep, inside, fucking yourself on them in earnest. He’s so big and you only caught a glimpse, but it was enough. Enough to know he’d fucking cleave you apart if he tried to fit that monster between his legs inside your tight little pussy. But you want it, god you fucking want it. You wanna feel him splitting you open, making you cream around him, making you beg for it. Making you bleed. 

“One of these day” he says, his voice breathless but steady, even as it cracks. You know he’s close. “I’m gonna fucking snap. Im going to make you look me in the fucking eye and apologize for making me want you, and then im going to split that pussy open- fuck, im coming, fuck, fuck, fuck. Do you understand, b-bitch? Gonna fucking make you mine, yeah, take it, take your senpais cock you dirty fucking girl, ah!” 

He slumps forward, hips humping into the toy and balls spasming as he pumps it full of his cum, shuddering deeply with little aborted whimpers. “Good girl, good girl” he pants, trailing off, giving one last little jerk of his hips before stilling. 

You bite your lip so hard you draw blood to stop yourself from whimpering out loud. You pull your sticky fingers out of your cunt and shuffle back into the dark of the closet, curling in on yourself as izuku lays there, panting heavily for a few moments before moving. 

You stay stock still as you hear him get up and shuffle around, his footsteps padding into the bathroom where you hear the door click softly shut. You spring up to your feet and don’t care if you make noise as you dart out of his room and into the hallway, sprinting like a bat out of hell as you make you way to the girls dorms.

You’ll think about how to reevaluate and recoup later. Right now you just really need to get to your bed so you can rut pathetically onto your own fingers and imagine izukus fat dick breaking you open. Never in a million years did you think he had those kinds of feelings for you, and you know it changes the whole game, is a whole other level of playing field where you now know he wants you on a physical level. 

You feel powerless and lie you’re slipping again, don’t know how you’re going to point your finger at him and laugh when you know for every insult you throw his way, is another way hes fucking his toy at night, adding it as another thing to get you back for. If he ever snaps. 

If. you want it to be a when, so bad, not an if. 

You’ll make it a when. You’ll push him off the metaphorical cliff he’s teetering on to make it so. 

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[maoam]

WHY HINATA IS NOT A GOOD CHARACTER

INTRODUCTION

I wanted to take a deeper look at Hinata’s character, considering there are a lot of claims about her out there, that she’s strong, that she’s kind, that she’s complex and relatable, that she’s the perfect woman and that she’s at least better than Sakura. I don’t really think so, and I’ll explain why. I’ll be focusing on canon, so no fillers or novels will be included in this post. I’ll say this as a warning, if you’re a fan of her character this probably won’t be something you’ll like. This will be tagged with the anti tags and put under read more so please do not complain if tumblr somehow puts this in the normal tags, it is not intentional. Also Sakura stans please don’t write lengthy comments about Sakura under this, I’m not a fan of her either and I’ll write about her later. Make your own post instead.

”HINATA IS STRONG AND THE BEST KUNOICHI”

Hinata is generally really bad as a shinobi and I’m not sure where the claims that she is strong come from. Hinata's entire character revolves around her being weak. This could have been fine if she actually developed, or if she found some other area for herself, yet she's mediocre at best and a waste of panels at worst, because she never becomes good or strong at anything. She’s not only physically weak from start to finish, but she’s also the equivalent of a damsel in distress. Everytime Hinata attempts to do something, she ends up failing, getting beaten up and having to be saved. She lost to her sister who is five years younger than her, which is what marked her as a failure in her clan. She tried to fight Neji in the chunin exams and ended up coughing up blood and losing her consciousness, and Naruto had to beat Neji for her. After Kabuto heals her fully, she spends the rest of part 1 either sleeping or missing in action. Very underwhelming.

If this had been only the beginning, it would have maybe been fine, but it’s a reoccuring pattern with her character. She throws herself in front of Pain, managing to do nothing but get one-paneled and almost killed. Even at the start of the war she had to be saved by Naruto. She tried to run to Naruto and tripped over a rock. Actually, she’s so weak she got Neji killed, when he had to jump in front of her so she wouldn’t get impaled. Why is she even in the front lines when she can’t fight? Even in Naruto the Last movie she had to be saved multiple times. In Boruto the movie she is still useless and reckless, leaving her daughter’s side to help Naruto, ending up defeated and having to be healed by Sakura once again.

I can’t say she’s mentally strong either. She has the personality of someone who hates conflict and tries to avoid it as best as they can, to the point of agreeing with others on everything, as Neji pointed out. Even without him saying it out loud, most of Hinata’s moments that aren’t her thinking about Naruto are her doing exactly this. This is not the personality of someone who is strong mentally. It’s the personality of someone who is too weak to have their own mind, someone who will go with the flow and is easily led and convinced. It can be dangerous the more you think about it. Hinata is also the bystander who never stands up for Naruto despite liking and admiring him. If she’s a compassionate girl, why isn’t she showing this by reaching out to Naruto and befriending him? Why doesn’t she show he’s not alone? Why is she only drawing inspiration from him? I don’t normally watch fillers, but there was one filler scene unrelated to Hinata where this girl says if you only look at the loser and do nothing, you aren’t much better than the oppressors, which probably wasn’t meant to be a call out for Hinata, but ended up being so anyway. Another thing that’s annoying is how she is berating herself often, yet doing nothing, it comes off as self-pity. Even in the Last movie, she is talking about how she must be a bad sister for knitting a scarf when her sister is in danger. Then why are you doing it and not stopping? Of course everytime this happens Naruto must cheer her up because she just can’t stop moping around and doing something herself.

Aside from all this, from the very beginning Hinata’s honor needed to be defended by Naruto because she couldn’t stand up for herself. Of course, after Naruto’s words she did stood up for a moment, and that was good, but it should have been a wake up call which altered her course. Instead, she kept doing the same she always did. If we take the Last movie into consideration, she’s still not strong enough to do anything even about her crush on Naruto. She needs genjutsu and Sakura to do the work for her. So even when it comes to the only thing she cares about 90 % of the time, which is Naruto-kun, she can’t do anything about it. That’s really sad.

”HINATA IS KIND AND SELFLESS”

There’s one mistake I see people make often, and that’s assuming characters that are quiet and shy are automatically kind. I wouldn’t say Hinata is as kind as the fandom makes her out to be. She simply comes off that way because you don’t really see her have her own opinions or disagree with the other characters. Hinata’s shyness on the other hand is most of the time a fetishized quirk to appeal to certain subset of fans. Her shyness doesn’t stop her from taking exams or hanging around Shino and Kiba, or talking to characters other than Naruto. She also has enough attitude to rub Neji’s status as a house slave in his face during their match, but because she stutters Naruto-kun every five minutes she’s supposedly kind. Kindness is shown through actions, not through standing around and stuttering. For comparison, we see Ino befriend an unpopular kid like Sakura, and give her confidence. That’s an act of kindness. Did Hinata ever cared about helping the branch members in any way? No.

She's supposedly "kind" but like I mentioned before she never shows this kindness by standing up for Naruto, or reaching out to him. She simply stares at him behind a tree and draws inspiration from his suffering. The only time she can actually stand up is to selfishly confess her love and die. She even said she felt like being selfish, and like I said she knew there was nothing she could do, she was told she’d only be in the way. She came there only to confess and commit suicide. This actually reminds me of another anime where this female character, after being unable to receive a male character’s love killed herself in front of him and said ”now you’ll never forget me”.

In the end, she cares about nothing but her own hormonal urges. Hinata tried to help Naruto cheat to pass an exam at the risk of disqualifying her whole team. This is the first individual action we see her character take. Did she consider Shino and Kiba during that moment? No, she didn’t even have an inner conflict on whether she should do this, whether it’s right towards her teammates. Even Naruto considers he might get Hinata, Sasuke and Sakura all in trouble if he accepts Hinata’s offer, which is why he doesn’t do it. Then when Hinata wonders if she can cheer for Naruto during his and Kiba’s match, she thinks Kiba might get mad. It’s more about how Kiba views her rather than whether she should cheer for Kiba because they are in the same team and should support each other. During the Pain attack, she left an injured shinobi, who couldn’t move, to go to Naruto, even when said shinobi told her she would only be in Naruto’s way. She didn’t try to save people, she simply wanted to confess and act in front of Naruto. This is about a threat to the entire village, which includes her comrades and her sister and she’s thinking only about her romantic feelings towards a guy she had maybe two conversations with and who barely remembers she exists. How is she better than Sakura? War arc really was the icing on the cake that Hinata’s character is only about Naruto. We should not forget the infamous ”Naruto-kun’s hand is so big… so manly...” is that really the right time to be thirsty? When Neji just died? Shikamaru mentions that he could help out Naruto as a right-hand man and then Hinata thinks “I-I want to be by Naruto-kun’s side too.” Then there’s of course the scene where she starts running to Naruto, leaving her post and teammates, even when Naruto is a mile away and already in the hands of medical ninjas, and even that ends up her pathetically tripping over a rock. Kiba has to remind her to use her byakugan because she is too busy gushing about Naruto. Eventually her only last line is “Naruto-kun”, when everyone is put into IT. It’s like a parody by this point. She doesn’t have any concern for her sister, her father, her teammates, Kurenai or her baby. It’s just “Naruto-kun” like it always is. Even in the Last movie, she is knitting a scarf for Naruto during the mission where they’re supposed to save her sister. Who brings a scarf on a mission? Why is she thinking about her romantic gift to Naruto so much she has to take it with her on a mission which focus is saving her sister? She even looks more devastated when Toneri tores the scarf apart than she ever does for Hanabi’s sake. It’s just silly and selfish.

”HINATA IS A COMPLEX CHARACTER”

Is she complex though? Her development goes from standing behind a tree looking at her crush she never talks to, to committing suicide for feelings that could never be reciprocated, to… waiting that a genjutsu and Sakura guilt trip Naruto enough for him to be with her? Like I already mentioned her character revolves entirely around Naruto, she has no hobbies or interests we know of aside from him. She has no motivations aside from being by Naruto’s side. She once had an interesting goal and backstory, but that was never fully explored, and it turned into her wanting Naruto’s attention and thinking about him. Her clan plot was irrelevant, she showed no interest in wanting to be a leader or even wanting to make things better for the branch members. It’s funny because immediately after the ending, no one cared about the Hyuuga branch and how the storyline was dropped and had no resolution. It was only when Hinata was being attacked for not showing to care did her fans start to over-analyze all the panels looking for the tiniest little clue that might hint at some changes.

It’s possible to be both shy, anxious and quiet and also to be strong, motivated and have interests and dreams. Hinata is never strong for herself, she’s only strong to be with Naruto, to die for Naruto, to motivate Naruto, to have Naruto look at her even for a moment. All the while Naruto doesn’t pay much attention to her unless she’s literally dying in front of him or she slapped him. Even when a big climax is happening, what’s on her mind is always her romantic feelings and her crush. I saw someone say if she were a male character, and she pulled this pointless sacrifice and theatrical confession in the final fight of an arc, she would’ve been universally mocked. Actually, I think even if it was Sakura who did this instead of Hinata the former would have been mocked, because their stans are unable to see the same flaws in their own fave as they see in the other girl. Naruto is a battle manga, characters are supposed to contribute to the defeat of the villain in some material way. The only reason people praise Hinata for what she did in the Pain arc is because they either pity her or because they’re men who think women killing themselves for a man is great because it boosts their ego.

I also notice many Hinata fans don’t notice the vanity in their own fandom. They call Hinata “princess”, ”heiress”, ”Konoha’s first lady” and draw fanart glorifying these concepts and how it makes Hinata good, because they like the superficial status, what they don’t care is the titles are unearned. I thought Hinata’s appeal was that she’s the underdog and a loser? Or maybe her real appeal is the idea of getting everything you want without doing much in order to get it?  Another claim is that Hinata is the perfect woman, which you might see from men. This is what I might dislike the most. Men judge Hinata’s worth and whether she’s a good character based on what kind of woman they want and think is the right kind of woman. Hinata has big breasts, she’s submissive, she has no other interests than the man she likes, and she’s the only girl in her class who didn’t go for the popular guy. Many men hate Sakura, Ino and Karin for being fangirls but praise Hinata for being a fangirl. Basically to them if a character is a fangirl of the wrong guy, she’s a stupid slut. If she fangirls their self insert, she’s wife material and the ideal woman. If Sakura has to be saved, she’s useless. If Hinata tries to kill herself for Naruto, she’s ”so kind”. Rin is a one-dimensional character, but Hinata saying Naruto-kun for the 50th time is depth. Hinata is also claimed to be better than the other girls because she had more kids and thus is more ”fertile”. It’s like feminism never happened and we are back to the 16th century. Why are we judging women’s worth on how many kids they have and how much they can please a man?

I could also talk about how Studio Pierrot turned Hinata into a hentai bait for otakus, which also plays a part in her popularity, but I don’t think it’s necessary, so I will just offer this picture which speaks for itself.

END NOTE

Hinata is simply just a sexist stereotype, a shadow of a real woman, with not much depth, and who is certainly not better than Sakura either. Both of them are fangirls whose characters revolve around men. It’s wild to me how there are women who genuinely act like one must be a misogynist if they reject Hinata’s superficial, one-dimensional and boy crazy character. Her character itself is misogynist for crying out loud. And honestly, what does it say when even the creator himself assumes that Hinata is someone’s favorite character because he must like big boobs?

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A Lover And A Fighter - Richie Tozier

word count: 3122 warnings: swearing, sight sexual harassment summary: Richie promised (y/n) that he wouldn’t get into fights anymore, but sometimes he just can’t help himself.  Especially when it comes to protecting her.

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It was an understatement to say that Richie was protective of you.  The boy was downright insane about it.  Everyone in Derry knew not to fuck with (y/n), not unless they wanted Richie Tozier tracking them down and beating them half to death.

You’d given him a talk numerous times.  But not once did they work, it always went in one ear and out the other..

He’d beaten up three ex boyfriends, a couple guys that looked at you the wrong way, and Greta Keene.  He was proud of that amount.

But he’d promised that he would try his best not to act out on your behalf anymore.  And you made him pinky promise.  That’s a big deal.  And he didn’t want to break your trust or your promise.

However… once he walked past Henry Bowers and his dumbass friends, and heard your name being mentioned, he couldn’t stop himself from getting involved.

“What was that?” He spoke before he could think things through.

The boys turned to him, each bearing a scowl that wasn’t out of character.

“I said, (y/n’s) not fucking worth it,” Henry practically growled out.  “Now why don’t you fuck off, Tozier?”

“Your damn fucking right it’s not worth it,” Richie spat back, turning away, doing the right thing.  “I’d break your goddamn nose” He muttered under his breath.

“It’s not worth it to try and get in her pants,” Henry called out before Richie could walk far enough away.

He stopped in his tracks.

“Cause she’s such a slut anyways, it’s not a real victory to fuck-”

Richie had never whipped around so fast.  And with the punch he delivered went all common sense, and all the promises and reassurances he’d given you to prove he was going to ‘mature’ as you’d begged him to do. ___

“Hey, Richie,” You held your phone between your ear and shoulder as you painted your toes.  “This is like, my fifth message… so… call me back, I guess.  Okay, bye”

You sighed as you set the phone back on it’s holster.  Richie wasn’t the type of guy to stand you up, especially on taco tuesday.  And even if something came up, he always always, called.  But now he couldn’t even bother to return one of your calls, leaving you to assume that he was upset with you for some reason, and therefore ignoring you.

You weren’t sure what you did, and at this point, you also weren’t sure that he was going to tell you either.

When Richie didn’t want to talk to someone, he was the damn best at avoiding them.

But he’d never given you the cold shoulder.  And there was a time that you’d thought he never would.  Richie was your best friend, you trusted and confided in him more than anyone else, even the other Losers.  And in the last seven years of being his best friend, he’d never treated you this way.  In fact, he always treated you amazingly, like a princess, it was very surprising actually, the way he cared about you.

It was that care that always led him to picking fights where he shouldn’t be, though.  It started with your ex boyfriend.  He broke up with you once a ‘better, prettier’ girl showed interest (his words), and the next thing you knew, Richie was throwing him against the lockers.

When your next boyfriend straight up cheated on you, Richie took care of him too.

He broke the third one’s nose.

And then there was the Greta Keene incident… Beverly may have let it slip that Greta had been writing nasty rumors about you in the girls bathrooms.  And Richie declared that he didn’t have a problem beating up a girl if it was justified (and if that girl had man arms).  That was when you drew the line, and made Richie swear to try and control his anger.  And he pinkie promised to work on it, and that he wouldn’t get into any more fights over you.

You weren’t sure why he got so enraged over these things.  It was just drama, and you found it pointless that he tried to bring you justice, since he was so reckless about it.

It was getting late, and you knew that Richie wasn’t going to return your calls.  So you finished painting your toenails blue, and decided to spend the night in your room, reading, alone.

Even though you should have been eating a bunch of tacos and gossiping with Richie.

Just as you got situated in bed, and had turned off the overhead light in exchange for the soft glow of your lamp on the bedside table, there was a knock on the window.

When you glanced over, you could tell it was Richie by his silhouette, and you frowned slightly.

Nonetheless, you got up and unlocked the window, before sliding it open.

“Where the hell have you been?” You asked.

He could tell that you couldn’t see his face very well.

“Busy, you gonna let me in?” He grinned.

“Richie, it’s-” You glanced over your shoulder to the alarm clock on your table, before glaring back at him.  “-midnight.  Are you kidding me? Did I do something to piss you off?”

“What? (y/n/n), no-”

“Then how come you were dodging all my calls? And you’re seven hours late?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest..

Richie crawled in through the window, even though you hadn’t invited him in yet.  But he figured it was only a matter of time before you cave anyways.

Your distressed face disappeared as you caught sight of him now that he was in the light.  His left eye was bruising, and so was his right cheekbone.  Along with a split lip and a bloody nose, it was clear what had happened.

“Oh, Richie…” You mumbled, hand reaching up to cover your mouth as your eyes widened at the sight of him.  “Tell me you didn’t-”

“Look it’s not what you think-” Richie tried to protest.

“Don’t give me that shit”

He knew he fucked up, because you weren’t yelling.  Your voice was soft, and low.  You were heartbroken.

He stared down at the ground, too anxious to look at you anymore.  Not when you looked so disappointed in him.  

“You promised- you-you pinky promised me-”

“I know-! I know and I’m sorry, really, I’m really fucking sorry” He told you, desperately hoping that you’d forgive him.

You shook your head at him, and gestured for him to sit before you left the room.  Richie was the most frustratingly complicated person that you knew, and it drove you insane.  Why he couldn’t just walk away and not beat the shit out of people… you weren’t sure.  But it really hurt you that he didn’t even seem to try, and he broke his promise.

Richie was sitting on the side of your bed when you came back into the room.  He chuckled as he eyed the first aid kit in your hands, the same one that you’ve used the last four or five times you dealt with the aftermath of his episodes of rages.

“You don’t have t-”

“Yes I do” You cut him off and unpacked what you’d need.

You were upset, you were fuming, actually.  It angered you that Richie broke his promise, not even a month after making it.  That promise was important to you, because he was important to you.  And now here he was, waiting to be fixed up by you once again after he so stupidly, so recklessly got himself beaten to a pulp.

But no matter how angry you were, you remained silent.  Dabbing at the excess blood under his nose, which at least wasn’t bleeding anymore.  And when you were finished with his cheek, you moved on to rubbing cream over the bruise on his cheek.  Richie’s eyes fell shut as he sighed in relief at the feeling of the cool lotion, and your gentle fingers.

He knew your silence wasn’t a good thing.  In fact, it was the worst thing.  It meant he messed up beyond redemption.  And he’d never fucked up that bad before.  Sure, he’d pissed you off and frustrated you on the daily, but that was just the hallmark of his friendship, and it was never anything serious.  Just when he dragged you out in the middle of the night for slushies, or got you in trouble in class because he was running his mouth.  He’d never made you this genuinely upset before.

“(y/n)-”

“Save it” You muttered before he could even start with the apologies.

That was another hallmark of his friendship.  You knew what came next.  The apologies, the excuses, the begging for your forgiveness, followed by a playful ‘you know you love me, you need me’ and puppy dog eyes that you couldn’t refuse.  Except tonight, you might just be able to.

He took you by surprise when he didn’t protest, and snapped his mouth shut.  Your eyes met his for a moment, before you started applying a smaller amount of lotion on the bruise surrounding his eye.  It was going to look a lot worse in the morning, but this would help with the pain now.

You hated that your heart ached for him right now.  You hated that you wanted to cry and hold him and make him feel better.  Because you were so fucking mad-

“I don’t understand,” The words suddenly spilled out of your mouth, as if your mind just couldn’t take them swimming around in your head anymore.  “I just- I- I don’t fucking get it”

He nodded, ducking his head down, only for you to lift it back up by his chin and continue with the lotion.

“I care about you, dumbass, and all I asked, which I thought was simple, all I asked was for you to stop with the fighting-”

“I know” He mumbled back.

You stared at him skeptically, wondering if he really did know, or if he’d show up again in a few weeks with the same battered face and guilty look in his eyes.  Richie didn’t look back at you.  He couldn’t.

“Who?” You asked, trying to soften your voice so he wouldn’t whither away from you like he was doing right now.

“You’re not gonna like it” Richie answered, fingers pinching at your bedsheets in an attempt to distract himself.  From the pain that burned across his whole face, or from the intensity in your eyes, he wasn’t sure, but he needed the distraction.

He hadn’t had a smoke in months, but it sounded pretty damn good right now.

“Well, newsflash, I don’t like any of this,” You told him.  “But I think I deserve to at least know what happened”

Of course you do, Richie hung his head in his hands.  You deserve so, so much better.

You watched as he rubbed his palms over his eyes, and it took everything in your power not to take his hands and hold them in yours, to tell him it was okay and you forgave him.

“Bowers”

He muttered the single word without even looking at you.  But he didn’t have to look at you to know exactly what you looked like in that moment.  You probably had a dropped jaw and furrowed brows.  Disappointment, disgust, anger, all displayed in one heartbreaking look.

“Richie…” You murmured without meaning to.  “Why? Why would you-”

“I had to, okay?” He shot up suddenly.  “I know that you hate it, and as soon as I swung I- I knew I fucked up, but I had to”

You wanted to argue it, argue that there’s always another option, that he can always walk away.  But you bit your tongue.  Something about the way he spoke told you that there was more to this than his stupidity.

“I’m sorry, (y/n/n), I am.  But I… I don’t regret it”

Your heart sunk all the way down to your stomach.  Richie had such a toll on your emotions and he didn’t even know it.

“Tell me what happened” You said quietly, and shifted closer to him.

You wanted him to know he had your undivided attention, and that he should have the chance to at least explain what happened.  You pulled your leg up to rest on the mattress, and turned your body to face him.

Richie looked at you before looking back down at his hand, which was now fisted in your blankets.

“Richie,” You hummed, brows furrowing as you saw how reluctant he was to opening up.  “Tell me” The words were so soft, it was almost inaudible.

You wondered what Henry could have done that Richie didn’t want to tell you about.  He must have really outdone himself.

“He was just talking shit-”

“Richie,” You cut off his bullshit before he could even start.  “Come on, the truth”  

“It’s not-”

“I deserve to know, Tozier! Whatever it is, I don’t care, okay? Just tell me-”

“He said you weren’t worth sleeping with!”

Just like that, you’d gotten him to snap.

And you shut up instantly, shocked by the outburst.  His words processed slowly in your head.

“He said it wasn’t worth trying because you’re- because you’re a slut, and it wasn’t fucking true!” Richie continued to yell.  Not at you, he just couldn’t contain his own anger anymore.

And you thought you were pissed.

“Motherfucker had your name in his nasty fucking mouth and he was telling his buddies fucking lies and I couldn’t- fuck I couldn’t walk away.  I should’ve fucking killed him”

You were staring at him, speechless.  You should’ve known it was about you, Richie was always so fiercely protective of you.  And Henry’s wouldn’t be the first nose that he’d broken protecting you.  But this wasn’t like before.  He’d beaten on your ex boyfriends after they broke your heart.  Henry hadn’t said or done anything to you, he was just doing what boys do.  (Make shit up because they think it makes them impressive when really they’re even shittier than they look)

“I didn’t mean to break your promise,” Richie huffed.  His face was slightly flushed after his mini tantrum.  His hands grabbed both of yours, holding them close to him.  “I’m so sorry I put you through this again”

You were still silent, but he knew this wasn’t a bad silence.  You were still processing, still trying to figure out how to forgive him while making sure this was the last time he crawls through your window looking like this.

“I hope you know that it came from a place of- of caring about you,” He added.  “Caring about you too much, I guess” He mumbled as an afterthought.

Your stupid lovesick heart skipped a beat at the sweet words.  Richie wasn’t one for words, at all, but he somehow managed to say the most loving things without even realizing it.

“I can’t promise it won’t happen again, that much is clear.  And if Bowers says one more goddamn thing about your ass I’ll fucking string him up- I will- but I can promise I’ll try, okay? I will, I’ll really try”

He squeezed your hands a little bit, hoping you believed him, hoping you trusted him.

Your eyes flickered between his for a moment, and you could see in them that he was being sincere, and that he was broken up over hurting you.

“You…” He started to speak, but trailed off unsurely.  “You deserve better” He finished.

His eyes flickered to yours for a brief moment, before he turned away.

You shake your head, before you let go of one of his hands, and took his chin between your thumb and index finger, turning him to look back at you.

“(y/n/n)-”

You cut him off when you leaned in and gently kissed him, trying to be mindful of his split lip.

Richie’s eyes remained focused on your closed ones, too stunned to close them, or really kiss her back.

He wanted to kick himself when you pulled away.  He managed to miss his fucking chance because he was too slow to do anything about it.

Your eyes fluttered open in such a beautiful way Richie swore you were holding his heart in your perfect little hands.

His brows were furrowed like you’d confused him, and you absolutely had.  He hadn’t expected you to kiss him.

“Why’d you do that?” He asked breathlessly, and your cheeks burned pink.

Your shoulders raised a bit in a shrug, and you had to bite your lip to keep from smiling too much.

“I just… wanted to” You whispered.

A smile twitched on the corner of Richie’s lips before his hand cupped your cheek, and he pulled you in again, so he could kiss you right this time.

Your lips were just as soft, if not softer, than he’d imagined they’d be.  And he’d imagined countless times what they’d feel like.  Daydreaming in class, before he fell asleep, and being right by your side for the last seven years.

Kissing you was bliss.

He did it again, taking your face in both of his hands and pulling you impossibly closer.  He could feel your lips smiling against his own, and once again, his heart was beating out of his chest trying to get to yours.

“I’m in love with you, (y/n/n)” He murmured when you parted, and you laughed softly.

“That makes sense,” You replied, reaching a hand up to play with the curls on the back of his neck.  “And… I love you too”

Richie gave you a sunshine smile, which you couldn’t help but return.

“I’m still upset, by the way,” You told him, still playing with the curls.  “But only cause I’m tired of seeing you covered in bruises, okay?”

He nodded, and you leaned your cheek further against the palm of his hand.

“I promise to try” He said, and then raised his pinky.

You looked from his hand and then back to him, a slight glare in your eyes.

“Come on, just do it,” He urged, you rolled your eyes, but he was persistent.  “Just link fuckin’ pinkies with me”

With a giggle you hooked your pinky with his, and held it for a moment.

“You want to go get tacos now?” He asked, and you grinned, nodding your head.

“You read my mind” You answered, and followed him back out the window.

It dawned on you that Richie was both your lover and your fighter.  And he held those titles proudly.

As he took your hand and walked alongside you down the street, he decided there were no other title he’d want to be labeled, besides yours. ___

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xoxo ~ jordie

[miekasa]

M-mie could we get some athlete boyfriend eren hcs too if you don’t mind, please and thank you😩

He is: my boyfriend, and I love him dearly. Perfect amount of himbo and athlete without being a jock, everybody give it up for Eren for being my dream boy <3

Eren plays sports year round, with the exception of maybe one or two winter seasons, just because his school/work/home life was too busy for athletics at those times. Otherwise, he’s always go something to practice for: soccer in the fall, hockey in the winter, and his choice of baseball or basketball in the spring.

He’s not a varsity athlete; that is, he’s not “committed” to any one team, so he’s not tied to playing one sport every year, nor are his academics linked to his athletics, or vice versa. He’s just a pretty athletic guy, and he’s got a lot of energy, and he enjoys sports, so naturally he plays whenever he can.

As it turns out, it does help him with his academics. Knowing he’s got practice the majority of the week forces Eren into building a schedule that prioritizes both schoolwork and sports so he can enjoy them equally. It teaches him to be independent in a way that he wasn’t expecting, but he’s come to really love.

And because he loves it, he doesn’t mind working hard for it. Liking the way he’s set it up for himself encourages him to do his best in both areas. It’s really just good for him all around: a good outlet fo his energy, a good way to spend his time, a good way to keep his grades in check, and a good way to keep himself comfortably happy and busy.

His appetite is insatiable, so it’s only dramatized when playing sports. He takes the all you can eat in all you can eat sushi a little too seriously.

The thing is… he’s a shit cook, too, so it’s not like he’s meal prepping to make sure he’s satisfying his appetite. He just buys a shit ton of food whenever he’s hungry. He’s always asking you if you wanna grab food, and part of it is to ensure that you’re eating—not as much as him, but eating nonetheless—but part of it is that he just likes sharing meals with someone.

He also doesn’t like to eat alone, so even if you only have your ten California rolls to his forty six spicy tuna rolls, that’s fine; he just wants the company.

That’s also why even if you say you’re not hungry, he’ll drag you out to eat with him anyway. And you’ll probably get fed some of his food even if you don’t order anything and insist that you’re not hungry because, “It’s really good, baby, just try it—just one bite, it’s okay I’ve got plenty left!”

He usually keeps a few granola bars and chips and other snacks of his liking on him. But because of Eren’s nature, he keeps them on you, too: in your car, in your backpack, in your apartment/dorm. You’ll meet him after class and he’ll kinda just start walking behind you, and you realize he’s opening your backpack, and you don’t even have time to question him before he’s pulling a bar out of the smallest pocket with a smile and munching on it.

Sometimes you come home and see his little protein shakes in your fridge. You definitely didn’t put them there, but you don’t move them, either. When you stock up on more when they’re running low, Eren contemplates marrying you.

If it’s been a hard week of practice or school, he tends to get sleepy when studying (usually when studying for his least favorite class, no coincidence there). He’ll close his laptop, put his hood up, and scooch his chair closer to yours before leaning his head on your shoulder.

He gets increasingly clingier the longer he naps; hand wrapping around your waist, nose poking at your neck. He’s not so subtly trying to hint that he wants you to quit studying and take him home to cuddle instead. If you don’t get the message, expect him to shut your laptop for you.

When you protest, Eren just looks at you with pouty lips and tired eyes, “Chemistry sucks anyway. Wanna nap, and also wanted you to do that thing with your hands when you massage my back for me.” (He then promptly falls asleep mid-massage on your bed).

He’s actually got a waiver to see a physical massage therapist because of how frequently he’s exercising. On occasion, he goes, but he claims he likes your massages much better. Also because he’s hesitant about a stranger touching him and once he moaned when the guy was working on his back and Eren swears it was one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.

He doesn’t get upset if you can’t make it to every game, but he does like it when you show up. Gets all cheesy and cocky with his arm around your shoulder, going on about how, “You’re my good luck charm, baby. I play better when you’re watching, you know?”

He has so much team clothing, from sweats to hoodies to t-shirts to socks. All he asks is that you wear something on game days, even if you can’t be there to support him while he’s playing. And that you keep one or two things for yourself anyway. He’ll put them in your closet for your if you don’t take them yourself <2

Because seeing you in his hoodie is always great, but his team hoodies are extra special, because they’ve got his name and his number on them. Whenever you’re wearing one, he trails just a half step behind you so he can see JAEGER printed on your back while you walk. Something about you wearing his last name around is… enticing, to say the least.

Even if it’s not the clothes branded with his name, Eren’s got a thing for you in sweats and/or workout clothes, so he’ll toss them at you whenever you sleep over. He’s always handsy, even if you’re just wearing an Under Armour shirt with the school’s logo on it; the material of it, and knowing that it’s his just makes him want to keep his hands on you.

Truthfully, he doesn’t workout all that much outside of practice. Occasionally, he’ll go to the gym with some of his teammates if they need a buddy, or go himself to stretch or take one of the free classes, but he doesn’t have a strict schedule for it. If you go to the gym, he’ll follow you if you ask, tho.

Turns out something that he does like is yoga. He’s not particularly flexible lmfao, but the stretching helps with muscle pain and tension, and he kinda finds the whole atmosphere of it relaxing. He’s still not so great at the meditation part of it, but he’s getting there.

(Actually, it’s pretty cute because on Tuesday and Thursdays, the yoga classes at the gym on campus are open-level and beginner friendly. That’s when the majority of the athletes show up, and you see people like Eren, Jean and Connie holding tree pose in the back room).

This, of course, makes him think that couples yoga is a great idea. Let’s just say, you’re lucky that Eren is strong enough to catch you and has sharp reflexes, because he’s certainly not the most balanced partner for this activity.

Game days are fun for him, and usually even if his team loses, he’s still so pumped up on adrenaline that he’s pretty happy. He only gets moody if he thinks the other team is playing dirty, or the refs are unfair, or he’s just been in a bad mood because of something that happened in his personal life; sports are an outlet for him, not his drive in life, so losing a game doesn’t take a huge toll on him.

Usually, even if he is upset about something personal, he’s able to funnel it into his game play. Small things used to make his whole sportsmanship sour, but overtime, he’s really gotten better at using his energy to fuel the right things. However, one thing that makes him foul (emotionally and literally; as in he might foul out of a game), is if he’s been fighting with you.

Sometimes it works in his favor—using the game as outlet, like usual—but it goes south pretty quickly. Because instead of using his aggression in a productive way, he gets distracted and easily pissed off, and it’s no good for anybody, especially himself. Because if he fouls out, or the coach takes him out for doing too much, then he can’t play; and if he can’t play then all that pent up frustration has no where to go; and then he’s forced to just sit with himself and his thoughts, but usually he starts deflecting and telling everyone else to piss off. Truly a no good, very bad box he’s put himself in.

You guys don’t fight that often, and it’s rare that it drags out for an extended amount of time when you do; but as with any relationship, it can happen. And when it does happen, if Armin doesn’t get to you first, expect one of Eren’s teammates to come groveling at your feet.

Or, rather, two. Because when you and Eren were fighting for over two weeks about god knows what at this point, it was Connie and Jean who ambushed you in the library. Jean had some pride to keep, but Connie was practically begging you to make up with Eren: “Look, I know he’s probably the one who said or did something to piss you off, and I’m not saying you gotta forgive him, but please just talk to him. I can’t run anymore extra laps because of him, and it’s gonna be so embarrassing if we lose to a C-list team on Friday because Eren’s funking up everyone’s attitude. PLEASE!”

Jean is more interested in the tea between you guys, but he also wants Eren to go back to being his normal hotheaded self, and not his current moody self. “He’s been playing like a bitch baby all week, and I’m gonna knock his skull in if he doesn’t fucking get his act together,” Jean rolls his eyes, “So just show up on Friday, alright? Do it for me and Connie, at least.”

When Eren does see you in the crowd at the game, it’s not a Troy and Gabriella moment, but when he sees you he feels so much relief that he’s physically calmer and way more mentally relaxed—because at this point Eren wasn’t even mad, he was just scared you might break up with him, and that fear brought out the worst in him. Seeing you in the stands, even if you didn’t wanna speak to him, was reassurance that you still gave a damn about him, and that was motivation enough.

He rushes to you after the game, wanting to make sure you don’t get swept away or leave with your friends. He’s smiling and so happy to finally see you that he almost forgets that you’re mad with him; hugging you and grinning ear to ear. When the reality kicks in, he kinda steps back at bit and rubs at his neck, embarrassed, but at least he knows he still has a chance to make things right with you.

(When you do make up, you’re surprised to find flowers and $10 coupon for your favorite pizza place in your mailbox a few days later. They’re from Connie, and his poorly handwritten note thanks you for “saving the team” and “curbing Eren’s temper).

[lucy90712]

Wearing his clothes/merch (hc)

George:

George had just got some of his new merch in the mail so naturally you decided to steal it and wear it before he can plus its super comfy so why not. Since you put it on you hadn't seen George because he had been busy but when he was done doing whatever it was that he was doing he came into the living room to see you working away on your laptop.

He was kind of tired but as soon as he looked at you a huge smile formed on his face, he loves when you wear his merch or his clothes in general because you just look so cute in his things especially when they are too big for you. His absolute favourite thing is when the sleeves of hoodies are too long and your fingers just barely poke out the end he just finds it so adorable when you are constantly pulling the sleeves up to grab things.

Your laptop is shut when George walks over sitting next to you and pressing multiple kisses all over your face. He did open your laptop back up mainly so you didn't get annoyed with him but you put it down anyway relishing in the attention he was giving you because you often have widely different schedules.

"You look so cute in my merch" he says

"You aren't mad that I took it then" you say

"Not at all it looks better on you anyway" he says

You may have had a little too much fun with him taking pictures of you in his merch as if you were modelling but those pictures would never be used for anything just for him to look back at and possibly tease the merch on stream.

Dream:

Some days it's just so hot that you have to steal one of Clay's t-shirts because it's big on you so it doesn't stick to you in any way. Clay loves those days because he loves seeing you in his shirts because they look better on you than him anyway. Today was even better because you were wearing one of his merch shirts which he wore a few days ago so it smelled like him which is why you were wearing it.

He has had his hands on you all day because he just loves to have you close to him even though it's like 40 degrees outside (this is in Celsius because I don't understand Fahrenheit). The both of you sit outside in the sun taking in its vitamins and with Clay playing with your hair as you lie on his chest, the whole time his eyes are on you just looking at you lying there wearing his shirt being as beautiful as ever without making any effort whatsoever.

Clay for sure takes pictures of you in all of his merch and even posts some of them if he has told the viewers about you because they love you and it means he can gush about you while promoting his merch. Some of his favourite pictures of you are in his merch when you both had an impromptu photo shoot when the new merch arrived, it was such a fun day because he kept telling you to stand in different ways and in different places.

Sapnap:

You often spend the day with sapnap and then more often that not you stay the night but every time you never bring anything to sleep in but sapnap is more than happy with that because then he can give you his clothes to wear. Seeing you in his hoodie or t-shirt makes him so happy because it shows that your his and he's very protective so anything to show that your his is great.

One night you did bring things to sleep in but you didn't wear them because Sapnap wouldn't let you wear them because some of his favourite times with you are cuddled up in bed when you are wearing his clothes so there was no way he was going to miss out on that just because you remembered to bring clothes with you.

He gives you one of his shirts and a pair of his sweatpants which are way too big on you but they are comfy and he says they look cute so that's why you wear them. As you walk round with them on he will come over and put his hands in the pockets of the sweatpants or in the pouch of the hoodie and just have his arms around you taking in the fact that you're all his.

When you two actually go to bed he will lie half on top of you making sure you are fully protect form whatever he thinks will happen during the night. It can be kind of uncomfortable but its nice having him there to cuddle with and keep you warm during the winter because that man is like a heater at all times.

Quackity:

When he's not streaming his beanies are yours and there is no argument about it, you often hate the way your hair looks and his beanies are the best thing to cover it. Sometimes you two argue about who is going to wear his beanie because he usually wears one incase he gets recognised but you always win the argument because ultimately he likes looking at you in his beanie so you get to wear it while he wears a hat.

Sometimes you go out both wearing beanies and even matching ones being the cute couple that you really aren't if anything you two are a bit more chaotic but that is about the only moment you two are cute. The viewers love your vibes together because there is literally no difference as to how you act on stream or in real life when people meet you.

You two stream together quite a bit even before you told the viewers because you act the exact same as a couple as you did as friends but when you do stream together you both wear a beanie, each stream comes with about a million clips and screenshots of the both of you matching. It never occurs to you or Alex that people like when you match because it happens a lot just in everyday life so you think nothing of it but you are always reminded when you don't have a beanie on and people are shocked.

Karl:

All of his clothes are yours too, he loves seeing you wear his clothes just on an everyday basis. Sometimes you will wear one of his t-shirts or his button ups over something to make an outfit and he just loves that because you always look so good and sometimes even better. On occasion you two will wear similar outfits and then Karl has to bring you out so that people can appreciate how amazing you look. He would just have to post pictures either on Instagram or on his second twitter of you both just being amazing because who wouldn't.

Of all the times you wear his clothes chill days where you have on one of his hoodies are his favourites. He always thinks you look so cute and comfortable in his hoodie which may be too big but who can complain when you have the hood up and it over your hands and you look so snug. He likes to cuddle with you because even if he isn't wearing comfy clothes he feels so much more comfortable just laying with you and snuggling his head into your chest.

Wilbur:

He practically gives you his clothes if he wants you to wear them but he does it subtly by leaving them in a place that's convenient for you or quite literally putting them in your wardrobe. He has been known to carry a hoodie around with him just incase you get cold so he can give it to you. You always laugh to yourself when you notice these things because you find it sweet that he would do all of this to get you to wear his clothes and of course you do it because you got to reward his efforts.

When you do wear his clothes he gets all shy and blushy even though he is the one that instigated it but it also makes him super happy that you will go out in his things without a care in the world. It’s even better when he gets to be with you because then its even more obvious that you have his clothes on and he likes that although people give you looks they know they don’t have a chance because you’re his.

In the winter you both share his beanies as well because why buy your own when he has so many. Beanies is the one thing he will tease you about wearing and will move them around on your head even pulling them down over your eyes just for fun but he really does it because he can’t handle the cuteness of you wearing his beanie all the time.  

[seita]

― you’ve faked an orgasm. ˒ oikawa, atsumu, + sakusa.

genre: angst (?), fluff, suggestive

tags: cunniligus, mating press, cum eating, fingering, dirty talk

request: hello! can i request oikawa, atsumu and sakusa where they realize you faked an orgasm with them?

note: this is kind of more,,,,reassurance and soft??? idk what you intended the req to be but,,,,hopefully this was it.

⤿ requests currently closed.

― tooru oikawa.

≻ he will be......hurt ≻ like he’ll wanna talk about it ≻ he’ll feel kind of???? ≻ embarrassed ig ≻ that you had to fake it ≻ pls talk to him and tell him what’s goin on ≻ he’ll ask why you didn’t tell him u weren’t feelin it ≻ like he’s always down to help u ≻ he never wants you to go unsatisfied !! ≻ he’ll ask you if you want him to make u cum ≻ he’s more than willing to take the extra time to do it ≻ it’s what u deserve ≻ also it’ll help soothe his humiliation

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ever confident in his oral skills, he eagerly spreads your legs, licking his lips at the sight of your wet pussy, dripping white with his cum. he does mind it, sliding his tongue up your slit to collect your mixed juices. he hums, eagerly swallowing it down before spreading your folds to zero in on your hard little clit.

the second his lips wrap around the little bud, your back arches. his tongue circles and flicks before he pulls away, letting the suction go with a loud pop. the sound brings heat to your face, as it always does.

he eats pussy like a mad man, not caring how much of a mess you make on his face. the sounds he makes as he licks your clit and fucks your spasming hole with his tongue are downright obscene. still, you obediently hold your legs open, letting him work you towards your orgasm.

you’re stuck in your head, overthinking and feel yourself struggling to get there. your eyes focus on your boyfriends head of pretty, brown hair, reaching down to run your fingers through the thick locks.

he hums appreciatively, eyes flicking up to see your brows furrowed and a little frown on your face.

he pulls away, panting for a second. you watch his throat move as he swallows before speaking, “hey, just relax. let me make this pretty pussy cum, hm?”

you whimper at his words and he grins as your cunt clenches in response. he slides his tongue over your clit again, laying a wet kiss on the bud,

“you can cum for me whenever you want, babygirl,” he whispers, circling his thumb over your clit, laying his cheek on your thigh to watch the way your cunt gushes more of his cum out, “such a mess you’re making. am i making your little cunt feel good?”

you nod, still clutching at his hair, “tooru! pl-please!”

he grins, “that’s what a i like to hear, what do you need, baby?”

“y-your tongue, please,” you barely get the request out before he’s sloppily tonguing your clit again.

spit and cum make a mess all over the both of you. he doesn’t let his eyes leave you as he watches your body freeze, tightening up as you dangle precariously on that tantalizing edge.

he viciously wraps his lips around the bud and sucks, finally catapulting you over. you tremble and squirm in his grasp, tugging painfully at his hair. he doesn’t mind, it’s worth it to watch you finally fall apart.

when you come down, he slithers back up your body, lower face glistening.

“next time you can’t cum,” he breathes, grinding his, once again, hard cock against you, “just tell me, okay?”

― atsumu miya.

≻ OHOHOHOBOY ≻ YOU BETTER HOPE HE DOESN’T FIND OUT ≻ BC MAN WILL N O T BE HAPPY ≻ it’s a massive blow to his ego ≻ and he’s a pretty prideful guy ≻ really prides himself on his ability to take care of you ≻ like oikawa, he’ll wonder why you didn’t just,,,,tell him you couldn’t get off??? ≻ like “babe, i woulda helped ya, you know that.” ≻ will feel pretty hurt over it, might even get a little mad that you couldn’t just tell him and instead chose to fake it ≻ won’t let you out of his sight without making cum for real ≻ might even fuck around and make you cum a few times just to prove to himself he actually can do it ≻ pls he’s a bit insecure and needs to fix his bruised ego lmao

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his fingers are buried inside you before you can even think twice. it wasn’t that you weren’t feeling good, it just wasn’t quite enough to send you over the edge in time.

he doesn’t care that his hand is getting covered in his own cum. he can clean it up later. it aides in the slick movements he makes to fuck the tips of his fingers perfectly against your g-spot, the stimulation immediately making you cry out.

it feels like it’s too much and you reach out to grasp at him. you pull at his arm, claw at his back, and fist his hair. he doesn’t mind, lets you cling to  him all you need as he brings his other hand down to press against your lower stomach.

you squeal and your legs kick as the move makes it even easier for him to abuse that sweet little spot on your upper wall. he thumbs as your clit, brows furrowed as his eyes are locked on your cunt.

his gaze is dark, anger still swirling within them.

“you better cum for me,” he orders low, bicep flexing as he fucks your gushing cunt. you sob, tears stinging your eyes at the overwhelming feelings. soft pleas fall from your lips, to let you rest, to slow down, that it’s too much. but he heeds none of them, “quiet, i know what ya need.”

you whine and resort to clawing at the bed, not wanting to leave visible marks on your boyfriend. he’s breathing heavily, his arm is no doubt aching but he still doesn’t stop. not until a loud shout erupts from your lips when he rolls your clit under his thumb.

“cum,” he growls, “ya better cream all over my fuckin’ hand right now.”

you heed his demand, walls clenching tight around his fingers as you finally fall over the edge. he groans as he cum, slowing his pace considerably to ease you through the high, not wanting to overstimulate you and potentially ruin your orgasm.

he removes his thumb from your clit but keeps his fingers buried inside. your walls continue to spasm around him in the orgasmic aftershocks. your chest rises and falls with the desperate breaths you take, your body trembling. he grins, happy to see the lovely mess you became. you could never replicate your orgasm to be as perfect as you were right now.

before long, he starts moving his fingers again and you look at him with wide eyes, making him grin.

“you didn’t think that was it, did ya?” he asks, “no, i’m gonna make sure ya regret fakin’ it with me.”

― kiyooma sakusa.

≻ he’ll immediately know ≻ he pays insanely close attention to you ≻ he literally knows every detail about you ≻ including the way you act and feel when you cum ≻ won’t even hesitate in calling it out ≻ you’ll have to explain it to him bc he’s not letting you go anywhere until u tell him what happened ≻ after that, he’ll just roll his eyes and be like ≻ “you should have just told me,” and then he’ll go on his way about makin you cum properly ≻ don’t test him. ≻ u can’t trick him

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he folds you you into a press, your knees pinned to your chest as he resumes fucking you. you’re lucky he hadn’t cum because he immediately knew you faked it. the time taken to talk to you had made his nearing orgasm wane.

he angles his hips properly, brows furrowed as he watches your cunt swallow his cock. every time he pulls out, he’s covered in your juices and the sight makes him groan.

“yoomi,” you whimper in that oh so pretty way you always do when you feel good.

he fights back a smile, bringing his thumb to his lips to lick the pad before pressing it against your swollen clit. you keen immediately, attempting to arch your back but can’t because of his strength. you reach down and grip his wrist desperately, your eyes wide as you feel your high mounting.

it was insane how easily he could manipulate your body into cumming in a few short minutes if he really wanted to.

“cum,” he orders softly, immediately clenching his jaw when he feels your cunt lock up around him.

you tremble and your eyes roll back as you squeal, cumming hard on his cock as he fucks you through it until your gasping and begging for him to slow down, which he eventually does with a sigh, letting you wrap your legs around his waist again.

“see?” he grumbles, wrapping his hand around your throat before leaning down to brush his lips against yours, “that’s what you’re like when you really cum.”

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[mymoodwriting]

The Forgotten Truth

F!Reader x Suho

Genre: CEO/Yandere AU

Warning: Death, Funeral

Words: 800

Chapters:

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Epilogue

Prompt: After surviving a devastating car accident you awoke with amnesia, no memory of who you were, and the only connection to your past was your husband, Suho. The CEO of the biggest pharmaceutical company in the world, who loved you to the ends of the universe, even if you didn’t remember. You knew his love was true, cause you felt your love for him in your heart. Three years later you’re as happy as you can be with him, but there’s just something that’s not right, and you’re not so sure you can figure out what.

“I think he loved me… in his own way…”

    You stood before Suho’s grave, dressed in black, still wondering if this was real or not. There had been a proper funeral service, all the families showing up and showing respect. Even Jaebeom, who you knew was responsible for all this. You weren’t going to hate him, or resent him. In a way he was your savior, they all were, and this is how things worked for them. They respected the strong, so making a move for power wasn’t unheard of. That’s how Suho wound up in his position, and how he wound up dead.

    After the service you went to the cemetery, the other families joining you as well. One by one they departed until it was just you, and Johnny. He had been by your side all day, silent, but with you. He was still recovering from his injuries, but he appeared to be just fine. He had always been like that, acting tough around you, even if that wasn’t the case. Now that it was just the two of you, things felt different, reality really started to settle in. You couldn’t help but think back on everything, trying to create answers for questions that could never be asked.

“Maybe he did, in his own fucked up way.”

“In another life I’m sure things would be different.”

“What will you do now?”

“I need to leave.” You said. “This city may have been my home for years, but so much has happened, I’ve lost so much that it doesn’t feel like home anymore.”

“I understand. Although…”

    Johnny glanced back, seeing Suho’s people waiting for you. He was weary of the whole thing, but you two had been legally married, even if there was no wedding. So with his passing you inherited everything he owned, and his people seemed to stay by your side. He didn’t like it, and you were aware of that.

“I’m not mad at the boys.” You stated. “They were merely following orders, and they’ll be loyal to me now. I know they have a lot to repent for.”

“But-”

“If you’re so worried why don’t you come with me?”

“I would, but… I owe a debt to Taeyong, and NCT. They helped me save you, so I must repay them for that.”

“I see. You are an expert in your profession after all. I’ll write you letters then, and you better respond.”

Johnny chuckled. “Of course I will, but… will you ever return to the city?”

“It may not feel like home now, but it is deep down. I do intend to return, but I just don’t know when. There’s a lot I haven’t done, I haven’t really lived in a long time, but I’ll let you know.”

“Then I’ll eagerly await your return.”

“Y/n.” Xiumin stepped forward. “We must be going so you don’t miss your flight.”

“I understand.”

    You walked with Johnny over to your car. He gave looks to all the others, making it known he’d hunt them down personally if anything happened to you.

“Johnny.”

“Hm?”

“Will everything be alright… with the city?”

“It’s in good hands.” Johnny assured. “You don’t have to worry about that.”

“And Minho?”

“He was merely paying back a debt himself, and he did so. You don’t need to worry about him either. You can go in peace, I promise everything will be okay.”

“And you’ll be alright too?”

“Of course. I’ll patiently await your return.”

“Thank you, Johnny. For everything.”

    You got into the car, giving Johnny a reassuring smile. He stayed and watched you drive away, wishing you the best. It was bittersweet. He spent so long mourning your loss, only to find you again. Even then he couldn’t embrace you, needing to fight to set you free. Now would be his chance to make up for lost time, but he could only watch as you left. It’s what you needed more than him. To live the life you’ve been missing out on. Just knowing you were alive and well would be enough for him. He could wait for you because he knew you’d return.

    When you arrived at the airport you looked back on the city. It carried so many memories for you, both good and bad. You glanced down at the ring on your finger, carefully removing it. You placed it on a chain, securing it around your neck. You’d hold onto the good memories, and once you were in a better place you’d return home. You had family and friends to see, and so many other things to do. You managed a smile as you made your way through the airport, it was a strange type of happiness, but one you could embrace. After all this time you could live again, and you would do so for those closest to you, and most of all for yourself.