#This made me kinda emotional damn wasn’t expecting to see this even if it was like the same person I feel real again for a sec Omg ily

[yakultii]

i miss you i mean it

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[kianely]

”YOU SEND ME RIGHT TO HEAVEN”

i. PAIRING — Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader

ii. SYNOPSIS — Fresh out of police academy, Leon heads back to his hometown to crash with his best friend before he has to move to Raccoon City. The only problem is, you’re there too — his best friend’s sibling. He has been harboring feelings for you for years, so being under the same roof as you rekindles some emotions he wasn’t able to bury. You were in a similar position.

iii. CONTENT — MDNI, 18+, mutual feelings + confessions, fluff, kissing, making out, brief mentions of masturbation, blowjob (Leon receiving), lube, fingering (reader receiving), penetrative sex, protection, consent checks, aftercare, you just graduated college (so around same age as him), banter, he’s like the boy next door, late night car ride, he’s kinda cliche and throws a rock at your window, no mention of parents, I tried to make this more dialogue heavy woo, in Grammarly I trust, let there be no typos

iv. WC — 8.6k

Leon drummed his fingers against the leather fabric of his steering wheel, humming along to the song playing in his car. He was excited, parked outside of his old high school’s friend house — which by extension, was your house too.

He was fresh out of police academy, a soon-to-be rookie at the Raccoon City Department. He packed some bags with enough of his belongings and drove back to his hometown, wanting to spend some time with his good and most trusted pal before he settled down in a new city and focused on his work.

He took his keys off the ignition, got off, and got his bags. His hands were full when he walked up to the front door, so he rang the doorbell with his elbow. For some reason, he felt a tad bit nervous. He’d seen your brother maybe over six months ago, but he hadn’t been inside the place in a while, maybe a few years.

When the door began to open, he was almost ready to say your brother’s name. Instead, he was greeted with a special someone he hadn’t expected to see. You.

Leon nearly dropped his bags. He hadn’t seen you in a couple of years because you decided to dorm at a university. Right. Yes. You must’ve graduated by now.

“Leon?”

God, your voice almost made his jaw slacken. He loved hearing his name come out of your lips.

He didn’t even get a chance to respond — managing to keep his ground when you stepped out to hug him. “It’s so good to see you! It’s been what, like two years already?”

“Woah — yeah, yeah…something like that. It’s really good to see you too.”

You made his heartbeat spike. Your arms around him, the way you leaned against him. Granted, he was standing somewhat stiffly because he was holding his bags. But…he couldn’t resist you — he let them drop onto the patio floor with a couple of thumps before he wrapped his arms around you. He tried to do so in the most platonic way possible, fearing he’d see the light if your brother happened to join the scene.

Leon had a thing for you. Always had. Always will.

He was too scared to do a damn thing about it, in his eyes, you were simply off limits. Like a forbidden fruit, a temptation that couldn’t be indulged in without some sacrifice.

He let his arms linger back to his sides when you pulled away, and he sucked in a breath.

“Come on in,” you flashed him that gleaming smile of yours as you reached for one of his bags to help him out. “My brother’s upstairs cleaning up his room. He said he’s setting up a bed for you…I think.”

“Yeah, he wouldn’t let me take the couch. Said he wanted me to be his roommate, so it’ll be just like old times.”

Leon was hit with a wave of nostalgia as he took a look at the interior, it looked exactly like he remembered. Not much had changed, aside from the addition of some photos, a wall-mount TV instead of a TV stand, and other small details here and there.

“You’ve changed a lot. In a good way.” You spoke up.

“Have I?”

“Yeah, I mean, just look at you.”

He looked down at himself. Shirt. Jacket. Shoes. A similar style as before. And he knew his hair wasn’t any different. What were you getting at?

He then looked back at you.

Oh.

Your eyes were practically glued to his arms. Have you always blatantly checked him out like this? Suddenly, he felt a wave of heat wash over him. The worst part is, you seemed genuinely curious — not like you were ogling him, but as if asking: Wow? Where’d those guns come from?

“It was all the drills at the police academy.” He knew that you knew that, which led him to believe that the point of your observation was to subtly compliment him. “The amount of training was pretty brutal, but I’m ready for the job.”

“I’m sure you are. I heard you graduated at the top ten percent of your class, that’s pretty cool!” You were being genuine, he could hear it in your voice since it went to a slightly higher-pitched tone.

The playful nudge you gave his shoulder made the ends of his eyes crinkle, he loved it when you did that — it reminded him of how things were back then when he visited often, the way you’d nudge him or even ruffle his hair whenever you were happy or excited over his accomplishments. It made him feel seen.

“It was nothing,” he was humble, as usual. “It has just always been my dream.”

“I know…I’m really proud of you, Leon.”

The way you attached his name to the praise just made it sound all the more personal, the tips of his ears felt like they were burning. He bashfully rubbed the nape of his neck. “Uh thanks, I really appreciate that. It means a lot coming from you.”

Leon had always been a complete sweetheart with you. He was the epitome of ‘the boy next door’. He had fond memories of trying to muster up the courage to ask you to be his Valentine’s during high school — the two of you attended the same one and were a year off from one another, so he saw you around. Again though, he didn’t want to ruin his friendship with your brother…so he never asked.

He thought about driving over to your house and throwing a pebble at your window to get your attention, and he’d be holding a bouquet in his hands. Just a daydream, but a fun one to look back on nevertheless. He always gave you presents on your birthday and Christmas, nothing too grand so he wouldn’t get your brother suspicious, but just enough so he could see you light up as you unwrapped the gift.

“Are those your graduation photos?” He took notice of some polaroids splayed out on the coffee table, ones with you with a cap and gown.

“Yeah, feel free to look at them.”

Leon wished he could’ve watched you walk the stage. Yeah, he attended your high school one, but he would’ve liked to see the college one too. Maybe he’d ask if any of your family or friends took a video later. There was a goofy grin on his face the entire time he looked through them.

He was so absorbed that he didn’t even hear the footsteps down the stairs, nor the chuckle you let out before your brother playfully pulled him into a chokehold.

“Dude, really? How are you going to be part of the force like this?”

Leon swatted your brother away with a roll of eyes, all out of love of course — he easily maneuvered out of the half-assed chokehold. “Cut me some slack, I was a little distracted.”

“Yeah, that’s kind of the problem. Don’t you have to be attentive and shit?”

That right there was your sign to leave — your brother was really close with Leon, and you wanted to give them time to catch up. After all, you’d probably be bumping into Leon a lot since he was going to be staying for a couple of days.

Leon hated the way his eyes trailed over to your form as you made your way upstairs. He’s supposed to be paying attention to your brother, so why were you clouding his thoughts? With a very small physical shake of head, he redirected his attention to your brother, nodding along as he listened in to his chit-chatter and caught up with everything that had happened in his hometown.

But in the back of his mind, he knew he was screwed.

You wanted to bury your face against your pillow and scream. How were you supposed to act now that your high school crush was here? Your brother’s best friend. The one you had always dreamed of dating. That was a long time ago. But even in college, you always longed to see him again — to grab lunch and coffee with him and then show him around your campus with your hand in his.

Leon popped into your head whenever you dipped your hand underneath your waistband to relieve your urges. Your stomach bubbled with craving when you felt pent up late at night, even if you tried to think of someone else, Leon was always in your mind whenever you came and muffled your noises into your pillow.

No amount of people you saw in college even came close to Leon.

He had gotten so much stronger. When he hugged you earlier…you could feel his bulging biceps and noticed how much broader his shoulders were. You were sure his pecs were in solid condition too, it made you want to bury your head between them. He had always been fit, but you knew damn well you’d see a six-pack if he took off his shirt.

So for his sweet self to be just a walking distance away was pretty overwhelming. You could handle a day, maybe even two, but as far as you know, he was going to be staying longer. Not as long as a week, but still enough to have you worrying.

It had been four hours since he arrived. You could faintly hear some laughter. That wasn’t a surprise though, your brother’s room was just across the hall from yours.

That's it. No more. You were going insane.

You got up and played some music, not too loud, just enough to drown the other sounds out. It was dark outside now, you opened up the window to let some of the breeze in to ventilate your room.

It was going just fine until you fast-forward to half an hour later.

A familiar set of knocks distracts you from your worries. Wait, never mind. The one behind the knocks was the cause of your worries.

You lowered the volume of your music a bit and took a very quick look in the mirror to make sure you looked okay before opening the door.

Leon leaned against your door frame, just casually — like he didn’t know just how pretty he looked right now. In his defense, you knew he probably didn’t. He had always been a little dense about all that.

“Hey.”

“...Hey.”

His awkwardness was a part of his charm.

“Does my brother need something or?”

“Oh, no. Uh, one of his coworkers called him and I felt a bit neglected, so here I am.”

Don’t you know it? If you had a penny for the amount of times your brother had paced around the entire house getting into a heated conversation over work gossip, you’d have enough to pay off your student debt.

“Trust me, those phone calls can last hours.” You walked back to sink into your bed with a contended grunt, making a hand gesture for him to come in.

Why would you do that? Being in a closed space with him wasn’t a good idea considering all the thoughts spinning in your head.

Leon had never really entered your room, at least not for over a couple of minutes. He didn’t know where to sit despite there being many surfaces: the window seat, your desk chair, the floor, the beanbag you had, your bed, no — out of the question.

“Don’t be so stiff,” you teased, finding the way he looked a bit out of place a little cute. “Sit anywhere you like.”

He laughed before heading over to the window seat. “Just don’t want to be intrusive.”

“You? As if.”

Leon took an in-depth look around — posters of shows and bands, little collections of trinkets, old textbooks, scattered papers on your desk, diplomas and awards plastered on your wall, stickers on the cover of your laptop, a corner with some of your hobbies, a counter with your personal products. It seemed so…you. So naturally, he liked it. It was cozy.

And God, it smelled like you too. It made him dizzy. In a way, it was comforting, like the scent he’d get whenever you passed by him or when the two of you briefly hugged. Though at the same time, his mind was also pulled toward a more inappropriate direction. He’d be able to drown in your scent if you let him bury his face against the crook of your neck so he could nip at your skin and make you a purring mess in his arms.

The idea of being so physically close to you to the point your fragrance and scent rubbed off on his clothes afterward? Now that had his blood rushing straight to the gutter.

You felt nervous, aware of his moving eyes — you were glad the attention wasn’t directly on you, you tried to continue casually scrolling on your phone despite the way your heart was hammering.

“Better than my brother’s room?”

“Mm, I don’t know about that.”

“Pftt, you’re just biased.”

He didn’t have a rebuttal for that, merely shrugging as his eyes continued their exploration. Eventually, he caught sight of something familiar sitting on top of your nightstand — a set of headphones he had gifted you. He always knew how much you loved music, so he had gotten that for you a long time ago.

“You still have those?”

“Hm?” You followed his gaze, and your lips tugged into a smile as you reached over to dangle them in the air for him to see more properly. “Duh! Actually…they stopped working a couple of months back, but they lasted me a pretty long time.”

With the ice broken, Leon felt more comfortable. He went over to sit down on your bed. He wasn’t questionably close to you, but he was manspreading so his knee nearly grazed against yours.

“Is there any use in keeping a pair of broken headphones around?”

“Uh, yes.” You said matter-of-factly as you now clutched them close to your chest, looking at them almost sentimentally. “I cherish everything that you’ve given me. These bad boys aren’t seeing a trash can anytime soon.”

Cute. Cute…Cute.

“You sure you aren’t just a hoarder?”

“Rude.”

“Just a question.”

“Yeah, a rude one.”

“You’re not denying it.”

“Whatever.”

You were killing him. Leon felt his self-restraint diminish by the second. He could mess up so easily. He wanted to confess. To kiss you. Hold your hand. Plant his lips against your forehead. Rest his head against your lap and melt as you play with his hair.

He could do it, assuming you returned his feelings. He was moving to Raccoon City soon, it’s better to not have any regrets, right? He loves your brother, but at this point screw him. Leon has been pining for you for years.

He was incredibly tempted, hanging on a thin string. But he had to know one thing first. “So, are you dating anyone? There must’ve been plenty of candidates in college.”

“Nah, I dated here and there but…nothing lasted long. It’s weird, everyone was focused on something different, so nothing ever worked out.” Because none of them were him.

“What about you?”

“No one.” He replied.

Great, you were both single.

Silence. Again. This time with occasional fleeting eye contact. Leon twiddled his thumbs, his hands resting on his lap.

You purposely shifted closer to him, enough for your thigh to press up against his a little. Wow. He hadn’t expected to feel a jolt of electricity from that.

He looked over at you more clearly this time, his eyes searched yours.

You were losing your shit, drawn to his baby blue eyes. With your nearby lamp turned on, you could see the way his cheeks progressively turned rosy. Your eyes flickered to his lips. They looked soft, as if he put lip balm on consistently. Would they feel like a pillow?

He felt like he was burning, and he nervously tugged his bottom lip between his teeth.

“You know, I’ve always found you cute.” You were the one to break the silence.

“Really?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Why?”

“Your brother would kill me. Take it back.”

“My brother would kill you for something I said?” You scoffed. “You’re funny.”

“You know what I meant.”

You did.

But it hurt a little. Would Leon really hold back on his feelings all because of your brother? As far as you were concerned, your brother had never told you to not go after Leon. And if that was some sort of unspoken rule…then too bad.

Leon knew you had him wrapped around your finger, he didn’t stand a chance.

“Come on, Kennedy. You’re telling me you’ve never thought about this?”

“Well, yeah…But—“

“Just one kiss, please, Leon?”

You just had to say his name, didn’t you?

One kiss. Only one. Yeah, he could work with that. No hand holding or waist holding. Just a kiss, how bad could it be?

“Just one.” He agreed, his voice a whisper.

Leon leaned in, stopping just moments before his lips touched yours. He was nervous. If he was granted even a piece of heaven, surely he’d end up craving more. But he would deal with it. He caved.

His lips gently met yours. God, your lips felt plush. It was a simple one, ending as soon as it began. But of course, it wasn’t going to end there. The two of you were already in each other’s space. The short peck wasn’t enough.

“So, two?”

“Yeah.” You placed your hand on the side of his upper neck and caressed his cheek with your thumb.

“God…” Leon folded, leaning in once more with a suave and much longer kiss this time. His body pressed against yours a little, his body heat mixing with yours.

Just a few minutes passed, and the two of you were making out — slowly and sensually. Your tongues naturally clashed against one another, no rush or doubt, just instinct. Leon tasted good, like spearmint.

“I’ve always had a thing for you,” Leon murmured the confession out in between kisses. He didn’t want you to think he was kissing you just for the hell of it, or for mere physical attraction. You were important to him, the person who harbored his thoughts for the past years of his life.

Honestly, if you weren’t underneath him like this, you might’ve reacted more incredulously. But he was kissing you so intimately, you weren’t surprised. Even so, his sincerity was sweet.

“For how long?”

Another kiss — A pause.

“Since the day your brother introduced us.” Another one. “Six years now.”

You smiled into the kiss, and it prompted him to do so as well. But eventually, you leaned back to look at him. “For the record, I’ve always liked you too. You never made a move on me though, so I thought maybe you didn’t see me that way.”

“Please. I’ve always been crazy over you.”

“Good, that’s how I like my men. Now c’mere…”

With that, the two of you continued kissing. You could scream into your pillow later once you had the chance to process the fact the man of your dreams had just confessed to you. For now though…his taste was pretty damn distracting.

What drove Leon crazy was whenever he managed to hear some quiet noises escape from you: a discreet moan into his mouth, a gasp when he snaked his hand up and down your side, an exhale when he pulled away to kiss the corner of your lips and catch his breath. He hoped you didn’t feel the way he was beginning to get a little hard, not a full-blown boner, but…you got him riled up fairly easily.

Your fingers were threading through his hair, unintentionally ruffling it up. And you figured something out fairly soon — a gentle tug on his hair made him breathless. He liked it.

The music still softly playing in your room kept the sounds of your lips smacking and occasional chatter hidden, but eventually, your mind drifted to the reason why Leon had come into your room in the first place.

“Okay, okay.” You laughed quietly, pressing your palms flat against Leon’s chest and keeping him at a distance. “I think that’s enough…my brother’s probably done with his call by now. He probably just thinks you’re in the bathroom or something.”

Leon’s breathing was a bit heavy, his lips felt all tingly from the amount of time that they had been against yours. “I forgot about that…yeah, I should get going.”

He sat up, licking his lips as if to get more of your remaining taste. He was glad you guys had stopped there, otherwise, there’d be a bulge straining against his pants — which would be pretty damn awkward.

“You’re dangerous, y’know that?” Leon sounded amused. He stood up and went over to your mirror to fix his hair up and make himself look as if he had not just been kissing his best friend’s sibling.

“What are you gonna do about it? Handcuff me?”

“I’m not officially on the job…but I might just have to.”

“Yeah, yeah. You can talk to me about the law some other time.”

Two days had passed since then. Leon hadn’t had many opportunities to interact with you since your brother kept taking him out of the house to stroll around the town and reminisce on memories. Even amidst a trip down memory lane, Leon couldn’t get you off his mind. The kissing, the confession, there has to be more to the story the two of you have developed.

He couldn’t sleep all night, lying on the makeshift bed your brother had prepared for him. He tossed and turned, knowing you were just down the hallway was testing his self-restraint.

The good news? Your brother was a heavy sleeper. We’re talking…he wouldn’t wake up without many nearby alarms or without a bucket of water being poured onto him.

Leon shuffled out of his makeshift bed, threw some clothes on, grabbed his keys, wallet, and phone, headed downstairs, and then made his way outside, cringing a little at the loud creak of the door. He was going to get some fresh air and go on a drive around the neighborhood, he needed to clear his head.

Walking towards his car, he looked up at the house and noticed that one room was still all lit up even in the dead of midnight. Yours. Maybe you couldn’t fall asleep either, thinking about what happened.

He shouldn’t be thinking about throwing a small pebble at your window, but he couldn’t help it. There was a lot unsaid between the two of you. So…he threw a pebble.

With a huff, you got out of your bed to investigate what had dragged your attention from your phone. It wasn’t rare for you to hear a noise outside, but to have such a distinct sound against your window? You just wanted to be safe.

Leon saw you brush your curtain to the side, looking around before peering at him.

He felt small for some reason and motioned for you to come over, he didn’t want to yell in the middle of the quiet neighborhood. Leon leaned against the side of his car as he waited for you.

His hands felt clammy.

“Hey, what are you doing out here?” You asked. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“Yeah, I needed some fresh air. Wanna go for a drive around the neighborhood?”

“You don’t even need to ask…I can finally call shotgun.”

Leon snorted at that. He had a car during high school and would occasionally give you and your brother rides, but your brother always called shotgun (obviously, since they were best friends), so you were always stuck sitting in the back and listening in to their conversations.

“Yeah, yeah.” He unlocked his car before opening the passenger seat door for you. “In you go.”

“Thanks.”

You put your seatbelt on and then looked around his car as he got in and turned on the ignition, waiting for the car to warm up.

“So,” Leon began, looking over at you with a coy smile. “About the other night…”

God, you had been dying to talk about it. In all honesty, you were internally a little bit upset that your brother had been dragging Leon out of the house, even if that was reasonable considering their friendship. But you knew that what happened wasn’t just a one-time thing, it couldn’t be, and you wouldn’t let it.

“Yeah, uh—” You met his gaze. “ I know you’re worried because of my brother and everything but I really like you, Leon. He cares about you, and he trusts you. I don’t…I don’t think he’d be upset if we ended up together.”

“Are you sure? I really like you too, I just don’t want to ruin anything.”

“Are you kidding? He’d probably be hyped about you being his future brother-in-law.”

“Already thinking about marriage, huh?”

“I—no…shut up.”

With a roll of eyes and a grin, Leon turned his attention to reversing out of the driveway since the car was all ready to go. Yeah, he looked really damn attractive while doing that, you couldn’t resist from looking at his arms. There wasn’t anything interesting to look at outside the windows anyway, you had walked and driven by all these houses practically every day.

“So, what made you like me?”

Leon hummed in thought after you asked him that, he kept his eyes on the road, trying to find a way to sum it all up.

“Well, I remember meeting you for the first time. You were breathtaking and held yourself so well, and I was just kinda standing there not knowing what to say. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you, and I remember thinking to myself: no one else has ever made me feel this way after a first impression, you must be the one. It was complicated though, I thought you were off limits, you know…that’s just friend code. And the more and more I came over, the more I fell for you. Everything about you. I just…I dunno. I like you.”

That was his short explanation, he could go ramble for hours about why he liked you, about all the little things you do and say that make him feel like a lovestruck fool.

“The feeling’s mutual…I’ve always wanted to be with you. Like, I can actually be myself and not have to force any conversation. It’s all so natural. I really missed you throughout college.”

Leon was smiling, pearly whites showing as he continued driving.

“We could’ve been high school sweethearts. Y’know…you’re the reason all my relationships failed.” You joked, though, it wasn’t far off from the truth.

“You’re seriously gonna blame me for that?”

“Yeah, you raised my standards way too much.”

“Not my fault.”

“Yeah, it is.”

“Not.”

“Is.”

“Not.”

“Is.”

“...”

Leon knew that he would never get the final word, not when it came to you. He gave you the win.

The two of you must’ve driven around for a little over half an hour before Leon parked back onto your driveway.

“Actually, there’s something else on my mind.” You told him, taking in a breath before voicing your thoughts. “You’re moving in what…like a week? So, what does that mean for us?”

If there was one thing Leon was certain about, it was that he wasn’t letting you go. No, he’d gone six long years just pining over you and not making any moves, he’d figure something out.

“We’ll make it work.”

“But you’re going to be busy. I know how important your career is to you, what if I distract you and screw something up.”

He loved that about you, you were so damn considerate.

“Not gonna happen.” He retorted, turning off his ignition before getting out of the car — going over to your side to open it for you.

He walked side by side with you to the front door, and you were still quietly yammering about how worried you were.

“Hey,” his voice was soft as he turned to face you, he cupped his hands around your face. The caring look in his eyes could cure millions. “It’s going to be okay. We’re going to be okay.”

With that, he gently kissed you, making all your worries fade instantly. You smiled and then kissed him again, tugging on the collar of his shirt to pull him closer. When you pulled back, you laughed a little before asking:

“My room?”

“Yeah.”

The minute the two of you were inside your bedroom with the door locked, you took the initiative and pushed him onto your bed. God, you adored the way his eyes fixated on you, the way his hand reached out to squeeze your hips as you got settled on top of him and captured his lips into a kiss.

A familiar makeout session, just like last time. The two of you lost track of time. But it was different this time: more steamy, a little more fast-paced — especially with the way Leon was practically squeezing all your curves, unlike last time.

“Mm.” He moaned softly, relishing the taste of your lips. His hand slid down to your ass, kneading the flesh as his breathing grew heavier. He was hard, whimpering every single time he got any friction down there.

He let his lips trail down to your neck, squeezing you a little harder when he heard you gasp.

You just about melted, your hand instinctively going to the back of his head to keep him close — the way his teeth occasionally nipped the sensitive skin was heavenly, it made you shudder and tug on his hair.

Leon was careful to not bruise your skin, just wanting to make you feel good like you made him feel.

“Oh shit, wait.” You got off him for a second, taking a quick moment to turn on some of your music. Not so loud that it would disturb anyone, but just enough to cover up your noises. “Okay…all done.”

You then repositioned yourself again. It was getting hot in the room, your hands reached down to tug your shirt off, no use for it anymore.

Leon swallowed thickly, his eyes roaming across your torso and taking every single feature in. He couldn’t resist from letting his hand wander across your bare skin, watching as goosebumps formed from his mere touch.

“You’re…” He whispered out, looking back into your eyes. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.” You said in return, a grin forming on your face. You reached your hands underneath his shirt. “Can I take yours off?”

Leon nodded mindlessly, he’d let you do just about anything to him. He was getting hot under the collar. He helped you out as you took his shirt off.

You felt a tingle shoot straight down when you saw his body. Pretty. He was pretty. You pressed your hands against his pecs before sliding them down tortuously slow to his abs. Rock hard.

“You’re so muscular now,” you let your fingers trace the lines of his abs.

“Yeah.” Leon’s voice sounded a bit strained. “Police academy will do that to you.”

“I bet.” You leaned down to kiss his torso, littering kisses all over his chest, smiling against his skin whenever you caught onto the subtle incoherent mumbles of encouragement he was voicing out.

“You know what I think?”

“Hm?”

“I think…” you trailed off, your lips reaching his stomach and your hand brushing across the tent that had formed in his pants. “You need some attention down here.”

“Mm…I think you’re right. But uh, are you sure?”

Leon was a bit worried you felt pressured into this. Yeah, it would be great to go further than kissing, but he wanted you to be completely comfortable with it.

“Yeah, I want to make you feel good, if that’s okay with you.”

“It is.”

“Okay, let’s use the traffic light system, yeah?”

“Sounds good.”

Leon was breathing heavily, eyes already lidded as he watched you pull down his fly and his jeans.

Your mouth watered, you had thought about this so many times that it was almost embarrassing. You kissed along his bulge, right through the fabric. You could’ve sworn you felt it twitch a little too.

“You’re pretty excited, I haven’t even done much.”

“Oh come on, you already know you drive me insane.”

You laughed and then tugged his boxers down.

Leon hissed, his cock now exposed to your eyes. He thought about this so many times when he tugged one out, but he never imagined he would have felt a little bit self-conscious. Like, what if you thought it was ugly or something?

Quite the contrary. You adored everything about him,

“Light?”

“Green.”

You planted a kiss against his tip, a gesture that made him chuckle breathlessly.

“Seriously?”

“What? I can’t kiss it?”

“No no, you can.”

You continued placing kisses across the length of his cock, all the way down to his balls. Leon groaned, the tips of his ears started to flush. Never in his life did he think he’d get such treatment from you.

“Now you’re just being a tease.”

You could tell he was desperate by the tone of his voice. “There’s a thing called patience, maybe you should learn it.”

He was going to counter your words, but all that left his mouth was a pitiful gasp when you started licking him. The sound went straight to the spot between your legs, you really wanted to palm yourself.

“Better?”

“Yeah…that feels really good.” He placed his hand on the back of your head, practically petting you as you flattened your tongue against the underside of his cock. He tilted his head back, jaw slackened as he took shaky and shallow breaths.

His stomach tightened up when you reached the tip, swirling your tongue around the sensitive area before finally sucking him off.

“Oh — Jesus.” He’s so sensitive, not used to having such a pretty pair of lips wrapped around his cock. In an attempt to quiet himself down, he chewed on his bottom lip, but the poor guy couldn’t contain the muffled noises that spilled instead.

You were eager to please, using a hand to stroke the base of his cock and taking the rest into your mouth. The combination had him purring, his head spinning with pure want and affection for you.

His hips involuntarily bucked, catching you off guard as his tip hit the back of your throat. His free hand bunched up the fabric of your bedsheets, he couldn’t think straight, not when you were between his legs like this.

Leon hadn’t felt this way in a while, it was overwhelming. And he could feel his abdomen growing warm. Just a little over a minute and he was already close — this was much better than all his fantasies.

“Wait…I’m almost there.“ He settled his hands on your shoulders. He made the mistake of looking down, the way you were peering at him through your lashes would drive any man insane.

Leon feebly tried to push you away. It’s not because he doesn’t want you to continue, no, he’d say the safe word if that was the case. But the idea of his cum filling your mouth…well, it made him feel a little embarrassed.

You were relentless though, taking him so well in your mouth. You were drooling by now, but that did nothing to stop you, not when you were enamored by the way Leon’s thighs were shaking. You had never been so turned on.

The moment your hand fondled his balls though, he was a goner.

“I’m—” Leon couldn’t finish his sentence, hips bucking against you and stilling as he came in your mouth. His eyes rolled back, and he bit his lip harshly to not let out a window-shattering moan.

You swallowed it all, pulling away to catch your breath and lap at his cock to take any leftovers. Leon was panting at this point, trying to recover from the orgasm you had given him.

“You must have a pretty good diet.” You really had the audacity to say that when Leon was still completely fucked out, barely even registering what you were saying.

“Uh…what—”

“Don’t worry about it.”

His cheeks were burning at what you implied: he tasted good.

Leon pawed at you, tugging you up so he could eagerly kiss you. It was sloppy and uncoordinated because of how dazed he was, but you couldn’t care less.

“You did so well,” he praised you, trying to make up for the way you rendered him speechless while sucking him off. “Better than I dreamed of.”

“Trying to flatter me, are you?”

“Oh, c’mon.” He scoffed.

He switched the positions, putting your back on the mattress and settling his hips between your thighs. He was more than ready to make you feel good too.

His hand traveled all over you, across your chest and hardened nipples, across the side of your ribs, squeezed your waist, went down to grab your ass, and then returned to your waistband, fingers tugging at your waistband.

“Can I?”

“Yeah.”

After you lifted your hips to help him take your pants and underwear off, you reached over to open the top drawer of your nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube and a condom.

Leon was relieved you were prepared, because he certainly hadn’t packed any of that for his visit, he didn’t think this would happen.

“Here, let me…” He reached for the bottle.

He put some lube on his middle and index fingers before reaching his hand back between your legs, teasing your hole a bit before very slowly sinking them in. You inhaled sharply at the coldness of it, letting out that same breath in the form of a moan.

“Is this okay?” Leon asked you, eyes watching your facial reactions to make sure the motion of his fingers weren’t causing you any discomfort. He was a little insecure of them, his training had roughened them up a bit.

“Mhm. Keep going.”

He did just that, continuing to dip them in until you eased up and they fit inside nice and snug.

He looked back down, letting out a quiet ‘oh fuck’ when you started bucking your hips up to meet his touch. God, he was so horny even after his climax, his cock beginning to harden up again.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” he muttered, fingering you at a gentle pace, he swallowed the saliva that built up in his mouth at the thought of being inside you.

“I can, I think we’re made for each other.”

The way you managed a smile while letting out the prettiest noises stirred up many emotions in him. He liked the vulnerability of this moment, just two people who liked each other being intimate and connecting.

“Well, I do too. Just…I dunno.” He fell silent, his gaze returning to your face and watching as it contorted into one of pleasure when he angled and curled his fingers just right.

“Right there?”

You nodded, reaching your hand down to hover it over the one he was using. “Yeah. Fuck…just like that.”

The wet sounds of his slick fingers sliding in and out of you were driving him insane, and a string of curse words left his lips. “You sound so good.”

Each flick of his wrist had you squirming around, your bed sheets wrinkling and getting all messed up. Some of the lube spilled down your thighs, you’d need to wash your sheets after this.

Leon kept going until you came, feeling his cock come fully to life at the way you moaned and spilled his name.

“Leon…” Your fingers dug into his forearms, feeling his muscles flex as he coaxed you through your orgasm. His eyes were glued to your face, biting his lip at the way your pretty eyes rolled back. He pulled his fingers out when your legs closed together in response to the overwhelming presence.

“Holy shit,” you sighed when you regained your senses, eyes fluttering open to meet his.

His lips tugged into a smile, he looked pretty proud of himself. “Felt good?”

“Better than good, but…”

“But?”

“I want more.”

“More as in…?”

Could he be more dense?

“I want you inside me.”

“Oh. Right.”

His cheeks turned red, well, redder than they already were. He ran a hand through his hair and nodded. “Do you wanna be on top or?”

You gave it some thought, reaching over for the unopened condom — there was time for both, but to start, you wanted to ride him.

“I’ll be on top.”

With the repositions all done, you straddled his hips, tearing open the condom packet. Your heart was hammering like crazy, one of your dreams was about to come true. It wasn’t just about sexual pleasure, this was the man you had liked for literal years.

Leon noticed that you seemed to be pensive while putting the condom on him. His hands settled on your hips, thumbs rubbing about the flesh.

“What are you thinking about? Talk to me.”

His caring voice pulled you from your thoughts, you shook your head and smiled.

“Just about how long I’ve wanted this. You know, being with you. I’m really happy.”

God, he adored you. “Me too.”

You aligned yourself with his cock, “Ready?”

“Yeah.”

You curled your fingers around the base of his cock to keep it stable before slowly sinking onto him. You felt the air escape from your lungs. Your jaw slackened and you let out a silent moan until you took all of him in.

“You’re going to be the death of me…” Leon gritted out. “Fuck, I didn’t think it would feel this good. You okay?”

You nodded, feeling full, the curve of your ass was against his balls. “Yeah, I think the foreplay really helped. I’m gonna start moving now.”

You put your hands against his chest and began riding him. Leon groaned in pleasure, his hands kneading your ass and helping you roll your hips. He felt bad that his fingers were digging into your skin but he couldn’t help it.

“Ah…Leon.”

Your mewls made his cock twitch inside you, his eyes rolled to the back of his skull.

He looked so pretty underneath you — his hair splayed out, a thin layer of sweat over his muscular torso, the baby blue part of his eyes almost covered now by his dilated pupils. So pretty.

Leon couldn’t take his eyes off you, not even if they threatened to shut from the way you were working him. No, they were all over you — watching the way your eyebrows were furrowed, the heave of your chest from your inconsistent breathing, how your eyes seemed glossy whenever they met his.

He reached his hand over to your chest, fingers gently pulling at one of your nipples. God, you rutted against him a bit faster at that, making him hiss and trash his head against your pillows. “Jesus…”

“Come on, say my name instead. I’m tired of hearing his.”

He laughed at that, wondering how you could even think of that at this moment. Because personally? He couldn’t come up with any banter, not with the way you were on top of him, turning a fantasy of his into a reality.

“Mm, just like that…it’s yours, all yours. I’m yours.”

Did he know how hot that was? You practically groaned just by hearing him say that. Leon thrust up to meet your hips, not missing the hiccup of your breath or the way your body almost gave out from the abrupt movement.

Honestly…having you underneath him didn’t sound all that bad right now. “Wanna switch?”

You paused your movements and nodded, happy that he asked — being on top was pretty tiring, and you knew he had the strength for it. You pulled yourself off his cock, you weren’t all that sure what he had in mind but you were eager nonetheless.

“Go for it.”

“Okay, just…” He gently maneuvered you to your back with ease. “There.”

“Show me that stamina of yours.”

He rolled his eyes, knowing you were referencing his training. “That’s going to be a little tough with you underneath me.”

He sat back on his knees and stroked himself, his eyes raking your form.

Watching him jerk himself off was hot, you could watch it all night…but, there’s always a next time. Right now? All you wanted was the intimacy of having him inside you again.

Leon bit his lip as he rubbed the head of his cock against your hole, he looked back up at you, he knew there was no way in hell he would last long. But he wasn’t embarrassed over it, he’d been waiting years, it was only natural.

Leon reached to hold one of your hands, keeping his other one on his cock to guide himself in. He took a deep breath, his stomach muscles clenching a little as he managed to get the tip in. “God…I’m definitely not gonna last in this position.”

“You’re not evenfully in yet.” You were breathless though, mind swirling at just the tip. You tried to steady your breathing and relax so he could fit without difficulty.

He laughed at that. “Yeah, yeah.”

A synchronous moan left both of you when he eventually bottomed out against you, taking a moment to get used to the feeling. He leaned down to kiss you, his hair dangling and brushing against your forehead in the process.

He hoisted your ankles over his shoulder and planted his hands beside your head, practically folding your knees to your chest. He didn’t miss the way he got hit with some of your usual fragrance, clearly, you had put some on either the back of your knees or your ankles…he wasn’t sure which one.

“Were you…anticipating this?”

“...What?” You sounded so fucked out and he wanted to laugh.

He chuckled. “Nothing.”

He chose to keep his newfound knowledge to himself for now. He kissed your somewhat sweaty forehead before starting a rhythm with his hips. Your walls were squeezing him, making him a panting mess against the shell of your ear.

You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging and pulling at it whenever one of his thrusts hit deeper than the others.

His hand found your free one, interlacing his fingers with yours. He sighed contentedly at the way you immediately squeezed his hand. He liked this, being close to you.

“Leon…” You moaned his name out, making a jolt of electricity shoot straight through all his nerves. His thrusts got faster, the sound of skin-to-skin contact intermingling with the light music playing in your room.

“Feeling good? Yeah, you’re taking it so well…I’m gonna be thinking about this for months.” He murmured the praise against your skin, kissing your ear before making his way down your neck.

Your reaction was immediate, clenching down on him and gasping, nails digging into his scalp. Hearing such praise come from Leon? God, it drove you insane.

Leon grunted, leaving open-mouthed kisses against your neck like a starved man. He could tell you were close, and he wanted to bring you over the edge of ecstasy — to coax an orgasm out of you before he spilled into his condom.

“I’m close…” you mumbled out, your eyes fluttering shut as you gave into the feeling, Leon was taking the lead, you didn’t have to worry about a single thing.

“I know,” he met your lips for a kiss, grunting and whimpering into your mouth with each snap of his hips. “Me too.”

He kept his pace the same, knowing it was getting you to approach your climax.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” his words were quiet, a little high pitched too, he could feel you holding his hand so tight that your fingers were leaving indents against the back of it.

“Please,” Leon pleaded. “Come on my cock…I need it.”

Your body started feeling tingly, your back arching and your hips trying to buck against him in pursuit of the feeling. You were right there.

“Leon! Leon…” Your head tipped back into your pillow. “I’m coming.”

He felt you squeeze him, your body trembling and twitching against him as he continued thrusting against you in your moment of bliss. But he didn’t last either, hips stuttering when he came inside the condom, feeling his cock get all warm from it.

“Oh…” Leon let out a guttural groan, followed by some whimpers of your name as he stilled inside you — slumping his body against yours, burying his head against your shoulder, and sloppily kissing the area.

The two of you stayed like that until you recomposed yourselves, your breathing pattern returning to normal. Leon mustered up the strength to prop himself back up, pulling out of you with a with a small whimper.

“Hey,” he whispered, a grin on his face as he kissed your cheek.

“Hey yourself.” You told him back, watching as he got up with a noise of complaint to take off the condom and throw it into the trash can.

“Come back here,” you laughed out, extending your arms for him.

“I am, I just didn’t wanna make a mess on your bed.” He came back over, laying down on his side and pulling you close.

“You already did, doofus.”

You turned to your side too. You could deal with the mess on your bedsheets later.

Leon held you close, slowly running his fingertips along your spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He kissed the top of your head and stayed like that for a few minutes. Just in each other's arms — letting your bodies calm down after the rush of pleasure and overwhelming emotion.

Leon’s body felt warm to the touch, he would make a really good blanket, a personal heater. You rubbed your hands across his shoulder blades, occasionally letting your nails scratch the skin lightly.

“How are you feeling?” Leon asked, reaching a hand to cup the side of your face, rubbing his thumb against your cheekbone.

“I feel really good,” you murmured, a lazy smile on your face, still feeling a rush of affection for him after the moment ended. “Everything about this feels perfect, I am a little sleepy though. You?”

“Same here.” He returned the sentiment, internally giddy about how everything had unfolded in the last few days. He couldn’t resist kissing you — just a sweet and simple one before pulling back.

“Need anything? A cup of water or something?”

Now that you think about it, your mouth feels kinda dry.

“Maybe a glass of water?”

“Mm,” Leon nodded. “Got it, I’ll be back.”

He kissed your forehead and then got up, putting on his boxers and pants (despite how uncomfortably sticky it felt) and quietly headed downstairs to grab two glasses of water and a small snack too — he knew his way around the house, so it was no big deal.

You wanted his body warmth again, rolling over to the side of the bed that he had been on to feel it once more.

Eventually, you heard the door creak open — revealing Leon, who had a sweet smile on his face as he shut it. He set down a bowl of fruit on your nightstand and then sat on your bed, handing you the glass of water you requested

“Miss me?” You asked, teasingly. You sat up.

“Oh yeah, big time.”

He laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling. He brought his cup of water to his lips, letting out a refreshed sigh after taking some gulps. You had him moaning and panting so much that he was sure his lips would get all chapped.

Leon gently coaxed your legs over his extended ones, caressing them.

“So…” Leon cleared his throat, “I never properly asked.”

“Asked what?”

He had a hopeful look in his eyes, a goofy grin on his face as he asked:

“Can I be your boyfriend?”

[biniminisblog]

easy | lee minho oneshot

pairing: lee minho x reader

prompt: “did i do something? why are you suddenly acting so distant?” “just… because.” link to post here

genre: angst, fluff at the end, nonidol!au, kinda grumpy x sunshine, friends to lovers

word count: 1.6k

a/n: …idk what i wrote lmao. this is what happens when im in my missing minho hours. anw as always if you liked it pls reblog, comment, or send an ask and share your thoughts and feedback! also thank you to @dumplingsjinson for the prompt that inspired me to write this!

minho hates you. he hates you for making him fall in love with you. this wasn’t supposed to happen. this was all your fault. yes, your stupid smile and your stupid laugh and the way your eyes twinkle every time you look at him is the reason why he’s currently spiralling from his emotions.

despite his aloof attitude towards you, there was never a day where you failed to annoy him, even in the slightest. before, it was easy to just brush you off every time you try to get his attention. so easy to ignore the members whenever they talk about you. everything was easy back then. why couldn’t you just take the hint?

when you greet him enthusiastically so early in the morning, which he would usually just roll his eyes at, now makes his heart beat faster than it should have. and unlike before, his attention would instantly be diverted to the person who so much as just mentions your name.

he’s actually starting to think he likes spending more time with you, and not just as friends anymore. which is why he stopped hanging out with you. so when you suddenly appear before him outside of his apartment at eight pm on a friday, he knew he was fucked.

“hey…” you greeted him, and minho notices you slightly shiver from the cold. he gently grabs your arm and pulls you inside so you both don’t suffer from the harsh weather. after he closes the door, he turns to see that you were already sitting comfortably on his couch. another reason why he hates you is because of all the fond memories you both shared on that same damn couch. movie nights and cuddling were only some of the things he despised, recalling those memories where his heart fluttered the most.

“so, uhm, it’s been a while huh?” you lightly chuckle, but it was different to the usual joyful tone it had. now it seem more dejected. “you haven't been answering my calls lately, is there something wrong?”

he didn’t know how to answer that because yes something was wrong, but not in the way you think. he just settled with a simple shake of his head and plops down on the couch next to the one you were sitting on. it was hard not to notice the amount of space between the two of you, however the both of you don’t mention it.

“don’t worry about it, i was just busy so i couldn’t answer your calls.” to further prove his claim, he points to the copious amounts of paperwork stacked on top of each other on the coffee table. it was true that he was busy with work, but he always made time for you despite that. though he didn’t know that his feelings for you would be deeper than just a friend he would occasionally be annoyed at.

“minho, i’m not stupid. i know you’re ignoring me.” of course you’d catch on immediately, it was you after all.

“well if you knew that, then why are you here?” minho’s words come out a lot meaner than he expected, and he immediately regrets it once he sees the look of hurt flash in your eyes.

“sorry, it’s just that a lot has been going on lately and i—”

“did I do something? why are you suddenly acting so distant?” you cut him off, feeling frustrated at your friend’s lack of communication. you start to stand up from the couch to get closer to him, but minho was two steps ahead as he gets up first and heads to his kitchen. you follow him there and see that he took out a glass and poured himself some water to drink. you’re not sure why, but you think it’s just to prolong him from answering your question.

“minho please, i miss you! i miss hanging out with my friend, don’t you miss me too?” you plead, and minho’s facade breaks. his eyes soften and he puts the glass down so could walk closer to you. he stops right in front of you and moves his hand to caress your hair. you lean in to his touch, already missing the way his fingers would comb your hair soothingly. minho just smiles at your reaction before pulling away slowly.

“of course i miss you yn,”

“everything was fine so why are you doing this? why are you avoiding me?” yes, everything was fine and easy until you decided to mess with his heart. but you didn’t know that.

“just… because.” you scoff at his explanation, resisting the urge to smack him for not giving you a clear answer.

“because what minho? am i too annoying for you? do i talk too loudly? what is it minho!? i can’t take this any more, i thought we were friends—”

“and that’s exactly why!” you stop, and minho takes this as an opportunity to finally let it out.

“the reason why i stopped hanging out with you is because i don’t want to be friends anymore! don’t you see yn? i like you! hell, i’m in love with you! but i don’t want to be because i know you don't feel the same way. i mean, why would you? all i do is just say mean things to you.” minho breathes out a sigh and watches as you take in all the words he just said. however, he was too scared of your rejection, so he moved past you and headed towards the living room. you were still too stunned to move so you stay rooted in the kitchen.

“please just forget everything i just told you and i promise i won't ignore you anymore.” minho almost raps as he maneuvers his way towards the coffee table and he distracts himself by arranging his paperwork. some part of him wants you to just accept that and go home, but the other, more hopeful side, wishes for you not to forget and return his feelings too.

when you arrive at the living room, you see minho crouched down beside the coffee table. you quickly grab his arm, startling him from the sudden contact. you pull him up and give him time to regain his balance before giving your side.

“what if i don’t wanna forget?” minho only looks confused, so you elaborate further. “what if i don’t wanna forget that you like me? what if i like you too, have you ever considered that?”

you almost laugh at the comedic look on minho’s face as his eyes suddenly widen in shock. you don’t, instead you grab his chin and pull him down towards you. your lips touched and it was still for a moment before he finally kissed you back. only then do you both pull away from lack of oxygen. your arms wrap around his neck to pull him closer and you rest your forehead against each other’s.

“so… does this mean we’re dating now?”

“do friends go around kissing each other like that?” you quirk an eyebrow and minho shakes his head at your sarcasm. it seems like he’s finally rubbing off on you.

“no they don’t.”

“good, ‘cause i don’t want you kissing your friends like that.” you both laugh and minho lifts you off the ground to spin you around, causing you to squeal in surprise.

“for the record, i don’t want you kissing your friends like that either.” after putting you down, minho gives you his signature smirk before kissing you once more and wrapping you up in a hug.

“and to answer your question, i’m in love with you too. so yes, we are dating.” you can’t stop grinning as minho continues to hug you, but he abruptly pulls away, causing you to look at him with confusion written in your features. he suddenly seems anxious, but he collects himself and takes a deep breath before talking.

“i’m just going to have to warn you that i may not be the best boyfriend in the world. i get moody a lot and say a lot of sarcastic things that may come off as rude. there are also times where i—“ he stops rambling after he hears laughter coming from you. he gives you a look that resembles an offended cat and you all but acknowledge it as you wipe away the tear that came out of your eye.

you cradle minho’s face with both of your hands, and he looks at you with such pureness in his big eyes that you can’t help but fall in love with him more.

“minho, i already know that you are all of those things, yet i still stuck around because i love you despite all of that, and i will continue to do so until you run out of snarky things to say,” you tease, and it gets a small smile from him.

“you’re right. if you were tired of me, you would’ve already dropped me while we were still friends.” minho jokes and you hum in response, giving him a peck to his cheek. you intertwine your fingers with his and with your other hand, run your fingers through his hair. “yes now stop worrying about that, you still owe me all the movie nights we missed because you’re an idiot.”

minho only replies with a laugh, silently agreeing that he is indeed an idiot. it surprises him how easily you break him free of his worries. and that despite everything that just happened, you still manage to crack his walls. but he guesses that’s how love works, it makes everything so much easier.

[stereor4t]

lesbian movies I've seen so far (review based on my tastes)

I'm going to give my opinion of the lesbian movies I've seen so far and I'm going to give them a score from 1 to 5 stars :3 it may contain some spoilers

Bound(1996)

For the year this movie was made, I was actually surprised by the END of it(fuck the obsession with killing the protagonist). I didn’t really have much faith in it by how it stars, but man, I was so surprised, I loved it, be gay do crime. ★★★★☆

Gia(1998)

God, this movie is my new roman empire, I didn’t know about Gia’s story, but the ending of the movie DESTROYED ME. the scene where shes talking with Linda and she says: now we have all the time in the world, I was so moved by it, I loved it. It’s currently one of my favorite movies.★★★★★

Lost and delirious(2001)

ugh shakespearean shit, this movie touches more than one of us when it comes to the experience of liking girls. I liked it but I felt like there was a lot of wasted potential that could’ve made it great, tbh i just wanted Paulie to be happy; the fact the Piper Perabo is in it helps the score too. ★★★☆☆

D.E.B.S.(2004)

ITS THE BEST FUCKING MOVIE IN THE WORLD, GOD. I actually hated this movie before watching it ‘cause I thought it was some dumb comedy, but god, when I gave it a chance it BLEW ME AWAY. If you want to see some lesbian spies enemies to lovers shit watch debs.  ★★★★★

My summer of love(2004)

Personally, I HATED this movie kjj, I didn’t really get ANYTHING at all, like it felt like everything was just too rushed??? like when did they even fall in love lol? Gets points just for Emily Blunt. ★★☆☆☆

Imagine me & you(2005)

Piper Perabo again and Lena Heady THE WOMAN. This movie is ART, my fav movie, it’s beautiful, comfort movie af. The true don’t let your husband keep you from meeting your future wife. ★★★★★

Loving Annabelle(2006)

This movie was made for all of us who once liked a teacher or profesor. I liked it quite a lot, but I feel like seize it’s true potential. Personally, I choose to think that the alternative ending it’s the true one lol. ★★★☆☆

Bloomington(2010)

Again for us that like fantasizing about our teachers. I like this movie but again, I feel like they didn’t really make the most of it jskdja annoying af bitching about the same but yeah, it bothered me. Anyway, i liked the movie, and I didn’t like the ending at all,I felt bad for the poor teacher :c. ★★★☆☆

A perfect ending(2012)

I know a lot of people hate this movie and think it’s shit, but I personally love it lol. Idk I remember that when I watched it it got me super emotional and i liked it a lot, dont care what anyone says to me it’s a good movie. ★★★☆☆

The girl king(2015)

★☆☆☆☆

Didn’t like it at all, boring af, i didn’t really get it, idk, i was expecting more. ★☆☆☆☆

First girl i loved(2016)

Im fond of this movie, it was one of the first ones I saw, the ending just made a me a bit frustrated, but I liked it, Brianna Hildebrand with a wig funny as hell. ★★★☆☆

Disobedience(2017)

Rachel Weisz and McAdams DAMN. Great movie, I liked it in all aspects. Although the ending wasn’t what I expected I still liked it. ★★★★★

Tell it to the bees(2018)

Mmm I think this movie is kinda meh, like it’s okay but I feel like it lacks something for me to like it, tho I didn’t get the ending, like I don’t understand the decisions each one took. ★★☆☆☆

Ammonite(2020)

Kate Winslet and Saoirse Ronan!!!! I liked it but I didn’t love it, I never got to understand if Mary hated or loved Charlotte. The ending got me frustrated!!! ★★★☆☆

Crush(2022)

The kind of movie you gotta watch after Gia, I liked it I thought it was silly, like very much teenage romcom sort of shit, like the Kissing Booth but for lesbians. ★★★☆☆

You can live forever(2022)

I think this is a great movie, interesting story, I wasn’t expecting the whole ending sequence, what Marike says to Jamie destroyed me, in my head theyre the young version of the Disobedience ones. ★★★★★

Booksmart(2019)

GREAT MOVIE, very entertaining and funny, I liked it quite a lot, it’s perfect to watch it with friends. Gigi is just like me fr best character ever. ★★★★★

[darcydarlingdabbles]

Speak Easy to Me

Human Hotel Trip ~ Part 6 ~ 6k

Hazbin Hotel ₊⁺⋆ Charlastor ₊⁺⋆ Eventually Explicit

Part 1 ⚜️Part 2 ⚜️ Part 3 ⚜️ Part 4 ⚜️ Part 5 ⚜️ Part 6 ⚜️ Finale

// Charlie and Alastor finally appreciate the honeymoon suite. Smut, angst with a happy ending. Alastor is inexperienced and Charlie helps him learn quickly. //

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Charlie tugged Alastor with her into the elevator, her cheeks blazing and laughter bubbling from her lips as the doors slid closed behind them. 

“I think we scandalized the whole party.” She giggled, trying to keep her mascara from running. It was just so ridiculous that a ballroom full of adults would clap and holler over one little kiss. 

Okay, so maybe it was a few kisses, but still. 

Charlie glanced up at Alastor, expecting to see his usual smile or even a smirk, but his eyes were wide behind his glasses and a faint blush tinged his brown skin pink. His dark hair was disheveled—her doing, whoops. 

“Hey, Al, are you okay?” She asked softly, her delight cooling to concern as she leaned up on her toes to gently touch his cheek. “You feel warm…”

The moment her fingers brushed his skin, Alastor’s demeanor flipped like a switch. His eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that stole the air from her lips, just as he leaned down to capture them in a searing kiss. 

It was nothing like the kiss on the dance floor. That one had been a challenge, seeing whose resolve would break first and pull away. 

This was, well, it wasn’t gentle. But it was desperate, almost needy. Like he had to have her mouth on his to answer whatever was occupying his mind and consuming his thoughts.

Charlie’s hand came to rest on his chest, gripping into his black vest. She felt Alastor’s heart racing under her palm as he pulled back to look at her.

“Are you alright, my dear?” Worry crept into his voice—did he think he’d upset her by kissing the breath out of her?? And since when could Alastor kiss like that?

There was always more to the mystery of the Radio Demon.

"I’m more than alright.” Charlie admitted, blinking past her whirling thoughts, trying to calm the concern she could still feel radiating from him. “I just…never thought you liked anyone, like that.”

“Nor did I,” Alastor admitted, his tone and his gaze far off.

Charlie bit her lip, realizing she wasn’t helping whatever swirl of emotions he was feeling that made his hand limp in hers.

Damn slow elevators.

“But I’m not upset about it, so you know…um.” Charlie diverted, her cheeks warming again, but pushing through because Alastor needed the reassurance. “Yesterday, when we were in here with all those people and you leaned over me—I kinda, wanted to kiss you then.”

Her face burned as she confessed, but that giddy little nervous giggle bubbled from her lips.

Alastor just looked stunned.

Charlie felt her face flame, and she ducked her head. “I’m so sorry; I shouldn’t have said that. Fuck, what was I thinking?”

But Alastor’s hand was suddenly under her chin, tilting her face up to meet that burning intensity in his still brown eyes. "

“Did you like that, darling?” His voice was low and smooth as she’d ever heard at it.

“Yes…” Charlie squeaked, fighting the anxious habit of dissolving into giggles and wriggle away.

Alastor’s expression broke into a real, genuine grin as he pressed her back against the elevator wall. His hand came up to brace beside her head, trapping her against him.

Charlie’s mind reeled. Just like yesterday—was that only yesterday—but so, so different. All alone in the elevator. The air crackled brightly between them without a hint of his irritated static sounds.

Impatient for more, she grabbed for Alastor’s vest to pull him down into another kiss.

But he just chuckled, and stayed maddeningly out of reach, his lips at her temple.

“Not so fast,” He purred. “Say what you said, before.”

His lips ghosted along her cheek, his breath tickling the hair that waved in front of her ears. Making it hard for Charlie to think straight.

“Um…it’s okay, Al?” she guessed, her words breathless.

Alastor’s lips hummed along her jawline before skipping her mouth again. “Close, but not quite…try again.”

Charlie swallowed hard, the desire building hot and fast from Alastor’s teasing almost kisses as she wracked her mind.

Then it clicked.

“Just focus on me.”

Alastor gave a hum of approval. “Gladly,” he purred, and finally, finally, he ducked his head to kiss her.

Charlie gasped into his mouth, overwhelmed by another flair of his searing intensity. Her hands flew up to grip his shoulders, anchoring herself as her entire understanding of Alastor tilted on its axis.

There was no hesitation in the way he held her, one hand cupping her face, while his thumb eased her lips open—until she could taste whiskey on his tongue.

Charlie responded eagerly, her fingers sliding back into his dark hair.

Clinging to him like a lifeline, and amazed every moment Alastor didn’t pull away from her.

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Alastor’s lips found Charlie’s with renewed fervor as he kicked the door of the honeymoon suite closed without breaking their kiss

Their bodies moved in tandem, easy as a slow dance, with his arm around her waist and hers linked around his shoulders—until her heels hit the edge of the bed. The Princess pulled the demon with her back onto the mattress.

Alastor’s heart lept up into his throat as Charlie dragged him with her, graceless but so eager he could hardly lift his torso off of hers. Sweet Charlie, heart on her sleeve, her desires plain as a song with every little sound she made.

He wanted to collect every single one and make a record just for her.

“Just like when you had too much to drink last night.” Charlie’s giggle was music to his ears, her golden eyes sparkling with mischief.

She was so damningly beautiful. No matter what form she was in—it might just be the end of him.

“Tipsy, darling.” Alastor pulled back, a trademark grin on his face. “Alas, I assure you, now I am fully aware.” He brushed his lips across her wonderfully warm cheek as he found his way to her neck.

Charlie’s laughter bubbled up, a sound that sent shivers of delight through Alastor.

He sucked a mark of the point of her rabbiting pulse, relishing the softness, the sweetness, the taste that was uniquely hers.

Alastor shifted, moving himself further up the bed, fingers gripping the comforter—the same one they’d left in a heap that very morning. Charlie’s pale legs wrapped around his narrow waist, her dress riding up her thighs, so pulling them so intimately together.

The contact sent a jolt of electricity through every nerve, making the Radio Demon acutely aware of his own arousal straining against his slacks…mirrored by the heat he could feel from Charlie.

“I’m so glad we have this big bed.” The blonde laughed easily.

Alastor froze, despite the heat of her gasp against his ear.

His mind flashed back to that morning, how he’d promised himself he would sleep on the couch out of respect. Things had changed so quickly. And, as much as he now desperately craved her closeness…she drew another feeling from the depths of his long-dead heart.

Apprehension. A sudden, crippling self-doubt that he had never experienced.

That almost made him miss the feeling of her small fingers sliding between their bodies to work at the button of his slacks.

Alastor’s hand shot out, grasping Charlie’s wrist in a vise, gently but firmly, pulling it away from his crotch. His heart thudding with a disastrous mix of lust and churning anxiety.

“Al?” Charlie’s voice was laced with worry. “Are you okay?”

He winced, hiding from it only for as long as he could.

“Yes, of course.” Alastor brought her hand to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to her palm, before he felt the strained words come out of his mouth. “And…no.”

“Is something wrong?” Charlie’s brow was furrowed with an irritating amount of concern, and she moved to sit up. “You can tell me.”

Alastor leaned back on his knees to allow her the room; his gaze turned from her as his smile became a wretched, vulnerable thing.

His pride was already smarting.

Kissing something he had done plenty. Decades ago, of course, but a man couldn’t go raising suspicions by not having a few dates with pretty girls—but that was the extent of his experience. And he was going to have to confess that, to Charlie.

“I have…I’ve never been this close to anyone before.” She had been correct—he didn’t like people. Alastor took a deep breath, his eyes closed, so he didn’t have to meet hers. “Never been…intimate. And I am…” he despised the taste of this word on his tongue. “Afraid that I do not know to do it properly.”

The very notion that he would fail to please Charlie…was something Alastor’s ego simply could not abide by.

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Charlie took an agonizingly long time to process what he was saying. The tortuous silence was worse than anything he’d experience in Hell, and his anxiety mounting with every passing second.

“Oh!” she finally exclaimed, those golden eyes gone wide. “Sorry, I just, had no idea. The way you kissed me and you were using your mouth on my neck…” She rubbed at the reddened skin along her throat, her words trailing off.

Alastor felt a small surge of satisfaction at her words, some of his wounded ego recovering as he squared his shoulders. “Well, I am a quick study,” he said, attempting to inject the facade of his usual confidence.

Charlie’s expression only softened, and when she reached up to cup his cheek, he leaned into her hand. “It’s okay Al, really. We can take it slow—I don’t want anything you’re not comfortable with.”

Alastor felt his lips pull back over his teeth, knowing that his urge was to snap at her. To lash out when his ego was bruised. But he didn’t want to do that to Charlie.

Part of him hated that she was taking it easy on him, treating him like some blushing virgin.

Even if that was precisely what he was.

But another part, what he hoped was a larger part, was secretly grateful for her understanding.

“You’re too kind.” Alastor cupped Charlie’s hand to his face, still fighting with the conflicting thoughts.

The Radio Demon was entirely unaccustomed to the fear of inadequacy gnawing at him.

Until Charlie nudged him gently. “Hey,” she smiled, pulling her hand away and leaving an ache in his chest. “Let me up for a sec?”

Alastor obliged, shifting his weight to allow her to stand, though he wilted a bit at the loss of contact. Already thinking it a consequence of his ineptitude.

He watched Charlie stand, pulling off her earrings and her pearl necklace to set them aside. His eyes drawn to her as she smoothed her fabric back down, hiding her legs from him.

Alastor felt an undercurrent of static bristle under his skin.

“C’mon Al, I was just going to change out of this dress.” Charlie must have heard his brooding mood, because she came back to him. He lifted his head as she draped her arms around his shoulders. “We can keep kissing as much as you like.”

Alastor cocked an eyebrow up at her. Wanting her was far from the issue.

“But I don’t want you sleeping on that tiny couch tonight.”

“Oh?” His hands came to hold her waist. “And where, pray tell, do you suggest I sleep?”

Charlie rolled her eyes playfully, trying to neaten the mess that had been made of his hair. “With me.” She said simply.

From her blush, he knew she knew what she’d said. Leaving him reeling over what she meant by it.

The Princess was toying with him.

But then, Charlie was kissing him again. Reassuring Alastor that, yet again, he had not scared her off. Though her lips were gentler on his this time. Still going easy on him, he thought bitterly.

When she leaned back, she was still giggling, and Alastor couldn’t help but admire how disheveled she looked. Her blonde waves were a mess from his eager hands.

“Al?” Charlie’s voice brought through his thoughts. “Could you help me with this zipper?”

"Of course, my dear," he replied automatically, ever the gentleman. He rose to his feet, moving behind her.

As Alastor's fingers pulled the dress apart, he was suddenly very aware of every inch of exposed skin. The elegant curve of her neck, the smooth expanse of her shoulders, the line drawn down to the small of her back...that overwhelming urge to touch her returned with a vengeance.

Charlie said she liked the feeling of his mouth on her neck—stirring something primal within him.

Alastor leaned closer to her, his cheek pressed to her soft hair, nuzzling against her, wondering if she would rebuff his boldness.

But Charlie, sweet Charlie who sang to him like a siren, was leaning back into his touch and giving him all the encouragement he needed. The warmth of her body sent a shiver through him. And his fingers played down the crook of her neck and shoulder like the keys of a piano.

“You can touch me as much as you want, you know,” Charlie murmured, tilting her head invitingly.

Alastor didn’t need to be told twice.

He eagerly ducked his head, leaving a trail of sucking kisses along her pale skin. His human teeth, he noted with a hint of frustration, left a shallow imitation of the marks he could make as a demon.

Still, Charlie’s soft sighs of pleasure were invading his senses like an intoxicating drink.

“That…feels amazing.” She breathed, octaves dropping with her obvious desire.

Emboldened by her words, his hands mapped the curve of her spine, slipping under the dress to touch more and more. Alternating between gentle nips and soothing licks. So caught up he didn’t register Charlie’s hands moving to let the dress drop in a pool of black sequence around her ankles.

Alastor was eager to discover every inch exposed as she pressed back into his body, lighting every nerve as her delicate fingers splayed over his.

Charlie moved their linked hands to her chest, and with a minute click, her bra was undone and falling to the ground.

He panted gently against the side of her head, overwhelmed with the softness of the flesh beneath his palms. “Charlie…” Alastor heard the plea in his own voice.

“It’s okay…like this.” She murmured back to him, cupping his hands around her breasts, brushing his thumbs over the peaks of her nipples.

Charlie was clever, but Alastor knew what she was doing. Patient, subtle guidance that was careful not to bruise his ego.

He couldn’t think to care right now, too entranced by the little gasps and exhales he drew from the princess as he explored her. He cataloged each and every precious note, determined to collect them all.

“Darling girl,” he murmured against her ear, “you make the most…exquisite sounds.”

Charlie shivered in his arms, reaching back to tangle her fingers into his hair, her pants tender and filled with affection.

Charlie wriggled against him, her movements becoming more urgent. As she pressed back, Alastor felt her ass against his growing arousal. Surprisingly, he found it easy to ignore that particular sensation. His focus narrowed to the heat of her skin, how he caused her breath to quicken and a moan to slip from her with the flick of his thumb.

Emboldened and with deft fingers, Alastor slid his hand across Charlie’s black panties—a burst of harmonic hum escaped him as he felt her wet warmth.

"My, my," he purred, his voice taking on a slight echo. "You're absolutely drenched, cher."

Charlie gave a gasping laugh. "You're…you're really turning me on right now."

Alastor chuckled, low and deep, nipping her ear. "Show me," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "Where you want to be touched."

"My…my clit," Charlie breathed, her cheeks beautifully red. She guided his hand into her panties, curling her fingers over his to show him exactly where she wanted him.

When he found that sensitive bundle of nerves, he was rewarded with the delicious sound of Charlie crying out his name. It sent a thrill through Alastor, stoking his own desire into a brilliant fire.

"Darling…" he murmured, tilting her head back to better hear her sounds.

He experimented with different touches, light caresses, and firmer strokes. Each movement drew another captivating sound from Charlie. Letting Alastor wonder what other delightful notes he could coax from her, with Charlie’s body as his instrument.

Her hips moved in small, enticing circles. Pressing back against him again. Distracting him only momentarily as she bit into her bottom lip.

Alastor gripped her by the chin and neck, holding her still to regain his focus.

Charlie’s breathing grew ragged, and it thrilled him that she couldn’t manage to keep her mouth closed when he was touching her.

“Al…I’m close. I’m so close.” She whined.

The demon’s eyes gleamed with pure excitement. “I want to see your face.” He demanded in a sultry voice. “I want you to look at me.”

Charlie nodded eagerly, but lamented loudly when he moved her.

Alastor chuckled, snapping his fingers to vanish her remaining undergarments and shoes as he turned her around and pushed her back onto the bed with newfound confidence, pushing her legs apart.

Charlie looked an absolute mess beneath him—but the way her eyes were on him exhilarated Alastor. Drinking in the power of it.

Her fists wrinkled his red button down, desperately trying to get his hands back on her.

Alastor pinned Charlie’s shoulder to the bed, teasing his touch down her body, before relenting to what she wanted. His fingers drawing over her soaking lips, before finding her clit again.

Charlie moaned, but bit into her lip to stifle it.

“Now, now. None of that.” Alastor tutted disapprovingly, using his free hand to grasp her chin again. "Let me hear you sing for me."

Charlie’s eyes were wide with want as she plead, “Please, Al…I need more. I need your fingers inside me.”

Alastor felt a surge of pure pride at her desperate tone. She was begging for him, and it was truly intoxicating.

“Show me.” He commanded, his own words heavy with desire.

Charlie grabbed at the wrist that was at her neck, but didn’t tug him away. Her other hand showed him how to curl his two fingers just so.

Alastor eagerly mimicked the motion, relishing the way her body responded. He rubbed the heel of his palm against her clit, watching her face intently for every flicker of pleasure.

Suddenly, Charlie's grip on his wrist tautened. "Al…Alastor~" she cried out, her body trembling. "Fuck!"

Alastor began to withdraw his fingers, but Charlie held him firmly in place. "Don't stop," she gasped. "Please~"

He continued his ministrations, mesmerized by the way her inner walls clenched around him.

The sounds she made were unlike anything he'd ever heard—a symphony of ecstasy that rivaled even the most agonized screams he'd elicited in Hell.

As Charlie's bliss subsided, she released his wrist and let him pull away, her chest heaving.

Alastor looked down at her, feeling a surge of satisfaction unlike any he'd experienced before. He blinked away the red glow in his eyes, surprise his demonic form was trying to manifest.

Charlie gazed up at him, a dopey, contentment grin on her face. She reached for his hand, bringing it to her lips. Alastor watched, transfixed, as she began to suck her own slick from his fingers.

Unable to resist, he surged forward, capturing her lips to taste her. He hated sugar…but her sweetness left him wanting. He’d have to have her from the source, and soon.

"I want you,” she barely pulled her lips back from his. "I want to make you feel good, too."

Alastor hesitated.

He wanted to. Heavens, he wanted her more than anything. But…the idea of a, premature performance, was utterly mortifying.

Before he could think of how he should respond, Charlie pulled him close by the open collar of his shirt to pant into his ear. “Can I ride you, Alastor?”

“Yes,” he blurted out, surprising himself with his own eagerness. In for a penny, in for a pound.

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Charlie was all eagerness as she got Alastor onto his back so she could straddle his narrow hips, her body still tingling from his talented fingers.

She wanted more. Needed to feel him inside her—but first, she needed him out of these clothes, dapper as they were and as gorgeous as he looked all disheveled and aroused.

Even getting his shirt unbuttoned felt like something rare and forbidden, with the way his demon form was covered from neck to toe.

Charlie reached for the next button with a determined glint in her eye. When he caught her wrists.

“Al?” Her brow furrowed, looking at his widened eyes. “You okay?”

Alastor winced, and she could see the way his upper lip twitched with contempt at his own insecurity. “I am…concerned you won’t like what you see.” He admitted, like his silver tongue had turned to lead.

Charlie’s expression softened. She leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his cheek to get his attention back on her. "

“That’s not possible, Al. I already like seeing you like this.” Was it cheesy, yes, absolutely. But it wasn’t wrong either. The Radio Demon just had an irresistible appeal, no matter what form he was in.

Alastor searched her face, like he was looking for the smallest hint of deception—but there was none to find. Slowly, he released her wrists.

Charlie ducked to kiss him, resuming her unbuttoning of his shirt, keeping her touch feather light over his exposed skin.

He tensed as she pushed the fabric aside, and she saw why.

A faded scar ran from his right hip almost up to his left shoulder. “Oh, Al,” Charlie felt her composure flicker into a pained realization. “Is this from…the fight with Adam?”

Alastor swallowed hard. “Yes, it seems angelic weapons leave a rather indelible mark.”

Charlie felt a surge of emotion clogging her throat. She reached for him, but hesitated at the last moment.

“Does it hurt?” She asked quickly.

"Not anymore.” Alastor shook his head. “It's just…unsightly."

Charlie felt her eyes blaze with the fiery swelling in her chest. This time, she was the one to lean forward. Caging Alastor’s head with her arms, so he had to look up at her.

“Alastor, you got that protecting me. And our friends.” The princess said, with a fierceness that kept him from looking away. She splayed her fingers over his chest, and over the scar. “You got it defending our hotel. There’s nothing unsightly about it.”

Alastor opened his mouth, but nothing came out. And maybe, Charlie took a little bit of pride in stunning him. On making the Radio Demon, infamous for the gift of gab, speechless.

Charlie wasn’t finished with him.

With their eyes still locked together, the blonde ducked down, and pressed her lips to the angel blade scar. The tenderness of it left him breathless, but before Charlie could trail her kisses up the mark to his lips—Alastor seized her face in both his hands and pulled her mouth to his.

Part of her was still surprised at this much affection from him—this kiss was undeniably and absolutely loving.

"Charlie," Alastor's voice echoed, no longer the smooth radio announcer's tone but a whisper husky with yearning. The surreal sensation his body writhing beneath her was amplified by the desperate plea. "

Yes, Al?" Charlie responded, her lips brushing against his in a teasing peck.

His grip on her hips was bruising, and the noise that slipped past his gritted teeth was like a radio dial spinning wildly through frequencies.

Charlie decided to show him some mercy.

But Alastor's impatience surged forth as he made his remaining clothes vanish just as she undid the buttons on his fitted trousers.

His cock was achingly hard and leaking—making the princess feel profoundly empty without him.

Charlie shifted above Alastor, placing one hand on his chest for balance while aligning him at her entrance with the other. As she slowly lowered herself onto his length, he watched with rapt fascination.

Her eyes fluttered closed for just a moment as he stretched her so perfectly, making her walls clench.

"Ch-Charlie," he stammered out, arms wrapping around her waist to still her.

Charlie understood in an instant from the heat of his face where it was buried against her neck.

"It's okay," she whispered soothingly into his ear while running gentle fingers through his hair, fighting to keep her hips still and be as patient as she promised. . "We have all the time in the world."

Eventually, his panting breaths against her neck became slower and steadier.

Charlie bit her lip and nuzzled closer to the demon. Because she knew how precious his composure was to Alastor; this vulnerable side of him was only for her. Which just made her heart swell in her chest.

When he lifted his head, seeking another kiss from her lips, Charlie eagerly met him. Her arms looped around his shoulders, and she began to move her hips in a slow, easy rhythm.

His breath hitched audibly but he made no move to stop her.

"Darling..." Alastor's gave a ragged pant against her lips, "You feel... divine."

A soft sound escaped Charlie at the rawness of his voice, so different from the crisp, clear tones he usually employed.

"Al, I—" Before Charlie could return the sentiment, his fingers were tangled in her hair, pulling her head back and exposing her throat to his eager mouth.

When her movements faltered slightly under his touch, Alastor used one hand on the small of her back to pull her closer again. She let out a soft whimper; if he needed control, she was more than willing to relinquish it.

"Charlie," Alastor purred against the skin of her collarbone, his teeth grazing lightly over her chest before latching onto a sensitive nipple.

His name left her lips like a curse. This time, when she stuttered, his hips rose to meet her. Thrusting into her hard and fast, and just right. She was so sensitive, but she had to reach between them to find push her self over the edge with him.

Alastor caught hold of her wrist.

Charlie started, opening her eyes to see if he was alright—when she saw his grin.

"Allow me," he insisted smoothly as he replaced her fingers with his on her sensitive bundle of nerves.

Charlie moaned and wrapped arms around Alastor's shoulders once more, trying to hold back but she was so damn sensitive from before...

"Alastor," she whimpered just as she felt him shudder beneath her. She let her head fall back, as she chased her bliss.

When he grabbed her by the face one last time, demanding every little gasp and whine and sound of her pleasure, vaguely aware of his warmth filling her.

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As they lay together, catching their breath, Alastor found his mind consumed with yet another unfamiliar feeling.

A terrifying, cloying, neediness.

His body felt sated, his head finally free of the insatiable thoughts of Charlie—but he couldn’t fathom the thought of pulling away from her either.

She slumped against his chest, her hair splayed across him again—and all he could think was that he wanted to ease the tangles from her blonde locks. Alastor had already lifted a hand to do so, when he saw the human skin and bones.

Had he only slept with her because he was weak with human urges? A worse thought still—had Charlie only wanted him, because he currently looked human?

This feeling unsettled Alastor to his very core, making him feel devastatingly, uncharacteristically vulnerable.

Charlie gave a soft sound as she slipped off of him, causing a panic to rise in Alastor, dreading the moment that she would pull away—only to have her settle back beside him.

“That was amazing, Al.” Charlie leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, before focusing her golden eyes on him. "Are you alright?”

Alastor banished the uncertainty from his smile as he regarded her. “More than that, darling. Just…splendid.”

Charlie chuckled, and he wondered if he’d overdone it.

“Me too.” She just agreed, before nestling into his chest.

And the creeping emptiness vanished at her touch. Alastor finally settled back against the too soft pillows, and just, let himself wrap his arms around Charlie.

After a long moment, the Princess stirred. “We should probably get up and get cleaned up.” she murmured, voice heavy with contentment and movements heavier with fatigue.

Alastor tightened his arm around her. “Now, that won’t do.” His usual timbre returning to his words as he flicked his fingers. With a flash of green glow, he magicked them both refreshed.

Though, perhaps selfishly, he didn’t redress them for bed.

“Handy trick,” Charlie just gave a giggle, reaching for the rumpled blankets and smoothing it over them both. Before she snuggled right back against his chest.

Alastor wondered if they were meant to just…fall asleep after sex, if that was the usual protocal, when Charlie lifted her head again.

“Goodnight, Al.” She leaned up, cupping his cheek, and dropping a lazy kiss on his lips. Alastor felt himself clinging to Charlie for as long as she allowed, only to be interrupted by a yawn.

“Goodnight, my dear.” Alastor murmured, planting a kiss on the top of her head.

As Charlie's breathing evened out in sleep, Alastor found himself wide awake. He stared at the ceiling, his mind racing. The unfamiliar emotions swirling within him were both thrilling and terrifying.

Sleep, it seemed, would be elusive tonight.

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It was around three or four in the morning, the witching hour, when Alastor finally gave up and slipped out of bed.

After carefully extricating himself from Charlie’s embrace, he slipped on one of the soft robes the hotel had provided—before he transfigured it into one more his style. Though, the cool red silk was a stark contrast from the warmth he’d left behind.

Silent as he could, Alastor made his way to the balcony, pushing the heavy curtains aside, and stepping out into the still warm and humid, but slightly less stifling night air.

Leaning against the railing, Alastor gazed at the twinkling lights of Bourbon Street—the music was still atrocious and ill-matched, but dulled at this hour into an almost pleasant murmur.

“What have I done?” He growled at himself, running a hand through his mussed hair. “Given someone else a chain to link around my neck, it seems.” He snarled into the night air.

The very notion of a romantic, or physical, entanglement was incompatible with his ambitions. Overlords fell before him because they had things, people, to lose.

Yet here Alastor was. He’d tied a string around his heart and then just dropped it into Charlie’s hand. He was at her mercy.

So why did the idea thrill him as much as it terrified him?

Alastor’s perpetual smile faltered as a new, horrid thought took hold.

No one had said that Charlie felt the same as he. Perhaps it was just…sex to the Princess, withering as that idea was.

What if she only brought Alastor to bed, because of this handsome human disguise he wore? Yes, it had been his face. But it wasn’t who he was. Not anymore.

“Fuck,” a bitter laugh escaped him. Alastor, the Radio Demon, had forgotten who he was. After all the coaching and talking to himself, he’d thrown it all down the elevator shaft the moment Charlie gave even a hint that she wanted to kiss him.

He was not the pretty face that he covered with his hand. The monster lurked beneath soft brown skin and coiffed dark hair. He was not the man Charlie had brought to her bed.

Alastor’s form began to shift, manifesting his inner turmoil. His fingers elongated, nails sharpening and turning scarlet. His smile stretched unnaturally wide, teeth growing sharp and meshed together like threshing blades.

This time, he didn’t fight the transformation. He needed to be reminded of this cursed, elongated body, the antlers, the ears, the gray skin that gave him the pallor of death with his blood-red eyes.

Standing there in the moonlight, Alastor looked down at himself. At the claws grasping the iron wrought railings, as he let out a soft, agonized laugh that crackled with static.

“As soon as the Radio Demon returns to Hell,” Alastor murmured as he lifted his hand and clenched his fist. “Charlie will remember exactly what you are.”

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"Alastor?" Charlie's soft voice cut through the night air, startling him from his brooding thoughts.

He leaned forward from the wicker bench that had been placed on the balcony overlooking Bourbon Street. For a moment, Alastor thought he was dreaming, seeing her framed in the open window, clad only in his red button-down shirt.

Dream or not, the sight of Charlie in his clothes stirred something in him—despite being in his proper demonic body.

"My dear, are you alright?" Alastor asked, his voice a low wavering tone.

"M’fine,” Charlie nodded, rubbing sleep from her eyes and giving a yawn that stilled the trembling signal inside him. “You didn’t come back to bed"

Alastor's permanent grin widened, though it didn't reach his eyes. "I assure you, I am perfectly fine, darling. You should go back to bed."

"Not without you," Charlie mumbled, moving towards him with surprising determination for someone half-asleep.

Before Alastor could protest, Charlie plopped down next to him on the bench.

Without hesitation, she pulled his arm around her shoulders, nestling against his side. Like his return to his demonic form, his real body, didn't faze her in the slightest.

“You’ve been through a lot this weekend, Y’know.”

Alastor stiffened, caught off guard by her easy affection. "Charlie, I—"

"So, I'll go back inside when you do," she interrupted, stifling another yawn.

Her gesture touched him deeply, though he tried not to show it. "We have a long trip back to Hell in the morning.” Well, a short trip, but one that would be taxing on her magic. “You need your rest."

Charlie nodded against his chest. "Mm-hmm. It'll be nice to sleep in my own bed again." She paused, brow furrowing. "Do you even have a bed in your room, Al?"

"I haven’t had the need for one," he admitted, surprised by her perceptiveness even in this state. And wondering where the hell she was going with this.

Alastor would not allow himself to get his hopes up, not again.

Charlie's eyes fluttered closed as she snuggled closer. "Well, you can use my bed whenever you do need one."

Alastor froze, his mind reeling at the implications of her sleepy offer.

He looked down at her, nestled so comfortably against his demonic form. When he felt something swelling in him anew.

A sound burst forth from Alastor's chest. It wasn't his usual static or feedback, but a soft, sweet melody—a lullaby flowing from him, unbidden.

Charlie stirred, her eyes half-lidded as she gazed up at him. “...that's beautiful," she murmured.

Alastor's red eyes widened, realizing what was happening. He hadn't consciously chosen to produce this song. It was as if his very essence was responding to Charlie's presence, her acceptance of him.

The trust he’d tried so hard to cultivate for his own means…that he never meant to return.

“I…suppose it is.” He murmured, his voice overlaid with the tune.

Charlie's breathing deepened, her body relaxing further against him. Until Alastor was cradling Charlie in his arms, as her melody meandered through the night air.

⚜️ Part 7 ~ Epilogue ⚜️

Part 1 ⚜️Part 2 ⚜️ Part 3 ⚜️ Part 4 ⚜️ Part 5 ⚜️ Part 6 ⚜️ Finale

[0kayblue]

Need You

Need You 

You and Leon have been a little more than friends with benefits for awhile and he struggles with what he wants it to be. 

Word count: 3k (almost 4) 

Mentions of alcohol, slightly possessive Leon, over protective Leon, angst, fluff (??kinda??), happy ending, not proofread very well if it all.

A/N: HELLO!! How are you all doing? Good I hope. I’ve been gone for more than a hot minute. It took me a lot longer than what I thought it would to get back into the groove of things. With that being said, this is not that great. Kinda boring, but hey, sometimes things are boring. This is just kind of to get me in the groove of uploading and writing again. 

Part three and request are in the works. They are coming!! I just need a little practice before I start actually going at it again. 

With all my heart, I hope you are having a fantastic day!! Enjoy!! 

Time had never moved so slow as Leon anxiously bounced his leg underneath the cheap break room table. His tired eyes glanced to the clock and then back down to the untouched styrofoam cup of coffee. 

Leon hated a lot of things about his job, but at this moment debriefing was his least favorite. He detested having to explain everything that happened on missions before he officially had time to process how they happened to him. Not that he ever truly enjoyed thinking about the things he had to do in order to survive, but he liked to have an understanding on why he did this or that. Why he chose to go left instead of right. 

He had just spent nearly three days fighting his way through the deep Rocky Mountains; B.O.W’s at every turn, and he didn’t even get the information he was expected to return with. The whole thing was a waste of his damn time. He was sent to follow a lead that only set the operation two steps back and whatever up and coming supervillain, or want to be Umbrella Corporation, or extremist cult one leap forward. All while defense was wounded and information scrounged for a thread to pull to loosen the seam on the shit show they were currently trying to clean up. 

He was annoyed and beyond frustrated with everything. On top of the emotional stress he also was not in the best shape physically- it wasn’t anything major all things considered- but, broken ribs, internal bruising and external bruising causing almost his whole torso to be a  deep purple almost gray hue, and the bandaged up gashes on his limbs and slight cuts on his face only kept adding straws to the camel's back. He felt like it was only a matter of time before he snapped, he felt like he could only sit here for a few seconds more before he stormed out the door and out of this damn stale sterile building that was too clean. 

He took a deep breath before adjusting himself to sit up straight in the deep blue plastic chair. As he exhaled he closed his eyes and saw the face he’s seen behind his eyelids since he landed, desperate to see it in person. To touch the soft warm flesh of someone he could never get enough of, regardless of the fact that he tried so hard not to get addicted to. Each hit of you more potent than the last, each high allowing him to forget for a little longer, each graze of his skin against yours permitting him to daydream of a life he has always ached for. Even if you didn’t long for the same things he did, he saw you with everything he had ever wanted. It was cruel and yet he continued to do it to himself. 

He had bought you a burner phone with his number and his alone. You were not to use the phone for anything other than to communicate with him. He had asked you to carry it with you at all times, lying and saying he didn’t bug it. He told you that with his line of work that it would make your meetings more secure, that it would keep you off the radar. In a lapse of poor judgment you took the phone and him up on his proposal to make him an official fuck buddy. Who could blame you? It was a scene  straight out of a movie and boosted your ego. It made you feel special that someone so important took such an interest in someone like you. Someone who lived such an exhaustingly normal life. It kept you on cloud nine for at least a week and a half after receiving it. 

It was a purely physical relationship that didn’t require any emotional attachment regardless of the deep emotions that sunk into the both of you too quickly for comfort. Each rendezvous lasted longer than the previous one. Him staying at your place for days, while you both interacted like domesticated adults. Not quite like a married couple, not as casual as friends, and nowhere near as uptight as roommates; it was such an odd relationship, but it wasn’t  uncomfortable. Oftentimes by the end of his stay he left you with more questions than answers. Your knowledge of his life was barley skin deep and you were left to piece it together from fragments he dropped you. 

He on the other hand knew everything about you. He couldn’t help himself. All your information was at his fingertips; your past, your present, and a vague idea of your future. In hindsight he should have left it alone and maybe if he did he wouldn’t be stuck in this current predicament. Maybe wouldn’t be digging in his pocket for the phone that held only one contact number, a phone number that he had memorized even though he shouldn’t have. He leaned forward in the chair as he typed only two words. 

‘Need you.’

He didn’t think about the impact they could have, he didn’t think of the weight they carried, he just sent the message. Not a part of him even considering the fact that you would think it was the truth. He needed you. Rather you are below him or watching some low brow television show that networks pumped out to dumb down the population. He just needed you within reach, he needed the comfort of your presence to ease the buzzing of the world he lived in. 

He sat the phone on the table as he crossed his arms and sat back, anxiously awaiting a reply. He didn’t get a chance to glance at the clock before the phone buzzed against the table. 

‘Busy.’ 

The message read and he couldn’t help but to scoff as his hand ran through freshly washed damp hair. 

‘With what?’ 

He asked in his reply as he sent it. His jaw tightening in annoyed agitation. What part of need did you not understand? He took a deep breath and reminded himself of the nature of the relationship. As he went to follow up his demanding question with a meeting time and place the break room door opened and he shoved the phone back into his pocket. 

“Mr.Kennedy,” A rather thin man with tired eyes and a disheveled navy blue suit sighed out, “I’m sorry, we know you are exhausted, we just have a few more questions. Can you stay for another thirty minutes? No more, no less.”  

Leon forced a polite smile as he stood, “Lead the way.” 

“Thank you so much, Mr. Kennedy.” 

“Please, call me Leon.” Leon insisted as he took the door from the man and just like that he followed the man down the hall and into an elevator; leaving behind a hot cup of coffee to grow cold on a cheap linoleum covered piece of wood where it would eventually be washed down the drain by night janitorial staff. 

It had been an hour since Leon set foot in that room and not much of anything had come out of his answers. He was out of the building now and almost free as his hand found the handle of his car door, but a buzz in his pants pocket caused him to let go of it immediately. As he unlocked the phone he noticed he was left with a voice memo and not a message, which he found odd but not alarming. He couldn’t help but to smile, ready to hear your voice. He pressed play and heard the hustling of feet and an unrecognizable song in the background. 

“She said she was busy, Le-on. Take a hint.” 

A low masculine voice came out of the speaker as he gripped the phone. He pulled it away from his ear with a snarl as he looked at the phone screen. It took every fiber of his being to not shatter the phone right there; it took every remaining ounce of sanity that he had to not let this red hot anger consume him. This little voice in his head pleaded for him to think rationally. 

He opened the car door and slammed it shut behind him as he got in, it was a miracle the car door window didn’t break from the force. He was quick to pull up your location and an airy laugh left him as he knew the location too well. A dive bar on the outskirts of the city, the same exact bar he had found you in. It was tragically comical. 

He didn’t bother with a seat belt as he backed out of his parking spot and hit the gas and drove off after you. The speed limit was a mere suggestion as city lights passed him just as quickly as they appeared. He was livid as his knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel. He was angry. He was angry that you had the audacity to be out with someone at the bar that he met you at. He was furious that you were busy with some asshole who had the nerve to address him by his first name. He was livid that he didn’t just leave work and go to you as soon as he landed. He was heartbroken because even though he was lost in this haze of consuming rage he had no right to feel this way. You weren’t his, but he was yours. 

As Leon quickly pulled into the parking lot he parked his car with no regard to the faded white lines that were supposed to indicate parking spots. He left the car running as he slammed the car door shut, making a bigger scene than the screeching sound his tires made against the asphalt when he parked. He could feel the eyes of smokers burning a hole in his frame as he took quick strides to the front doors of the bar. 

“Nice ride-.” A voice started but was cut off by the beep of Leon locking the car. Normally Leon would nod politely, but he didn’t bother to spare a glance to whoever made the comment. His brows furrowed and a glare that could kill adorning his face as he stepped into the warm bar. 

“Hey!” Zack yelled, the bartender was shouting as Leon watched him scurry from behind the bar and over to a crowded table. Men and some women of varying ages were crowded around the table cheering. “Give that back! How did you even-?” Zack tried to reason as some guy held him back from the table. Leon proceeded with some caution as he approached Zack. 

“Let it go, buddy. He’ll give it right back and pay for the shots as soon as he’s done.” A stranger said as he tried to keep Zack back. “He’ll even pay extra if this chick handles her liquor the way she says she can.”

That got Leon’s attention faster as he pushed his way closer to the front of the table. His eyes locked on your frame laying on the tabletop with your head leaning off the end as another guy poured vodka down your throat. 

“Yeah! That’s what I’m talking about!” The man screamed before putting the bottle to his mouth and taking a shot straight from the bottle.

Your laugh rang through the bar as you began to try and sit up, but the man was quicker than you were as he bent down to meet you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders to keep you in place. His lips graze yours as he spit his shot into your mouth. Your throat burning as you tried to push him off of you. For a second you thought your weak  effort was successful as his lips left yours, but when you gained some composure you heard the shattering of glass and saw people back away quickly from the table. 

“Get the fuck off of her!” A voice yelled, that voice, you knew that voice all too well. You sat up as your eyes found Leon’s frame. His shoulders tense as they fell up and down with his labored breathing. His fist clenched and jaw tightened as he threatened in a deep low growl, “Touch her again and I’ll break your fucking spine.” He was in no condition to fight, he was barely standing. He was utterly exhausted and his limbs ached, but the angry adrenaline that coursed through his veins kept him upright.

“Leon.” You dryly got out as you sat up on the table. You repeated his name but he didn’t even glance in your direction. 

“Leon? Jesus Christ. Look, she already-.” The man spoke and Leon recognized the voice immediately from the voice message. Leon’s eyes darkened with rage as he looked at this pathetic excuse of a man. 

Busy. 

“Where is her phone?” Leon asked as he roughly grabbed the man by his shirt collar, “Where is her damn phone?” 

“Here, here! Take it!” The man shook as he pulled the phone out of his pocket and handed it to Leon. Leon snatched it from his hand before pushing the man roughly to the ground. Leon towered over him as the man shook, Leon’s unbridled rage causing the bar to grow freezing cold. 

“Stay away from her.” Leon turned from the man and his gaze softened only slightly as it landed on you. Your eyes locked with his for only a moment before he avoided your gaze and approached you. His hand found your arm as he helped you off of the table. He wrapped an arm around your waist as the crowd parted like the Red Sea. All eyes were on the both of you as you walked out of the bar. 

“I can take it from here.” You said agitated as you tried to push yourself away from Leon. 

“I don’t care. I’m taking you home.” Leon said as he unlocked his car. That aggression he felt still resting on the tip of his tongue. He opens the passenger door and with a deep sigh you get in his car. After he just opened the door you took a deep breath before running your hand through your hair. A bottomless pit settled in your stomach before you sat back against the seat. 

“Seatbelt.” You heard him say as he got in the car, pulling you out of your thoughts. You compiled as he started to drive out of the parking lot and turned right out of the parking lot. 

You raise an eyebrow before looking at him and confusingly confront him, “You were supposed to turn left.” 

“I said I’m taking you home. I know where I’m going.” Leon glared ahead and for once wished you wouldn’t say a damn word. He was heated. 

“How did you know where I was?” 

“Can you not ask questions right now?” 

“No, because you’re freaking me out. First, you know where to find me and second, you hook a right when you know my place is left. Where are we going?” You stated in a matter of fact tone as you crossed your arms. You could tell he was angry, but you didn’t care because you were angry too. You never disclosed your location to him, he nearly started a fight, and he continued to treat you like you were something more to him regardless of the fact that he made it clear that you would never be anything more. 

“My place. It’s closer and I’m too tired to drive further than what I have too.” He admitted as he sent you a quick glance. 

“Your place?” You rolled your eyes, “You’re telling me that your place is closer and we’ve spent all this time at mine?” 

“Yeah.” Leon sighed with irritation. 

“How is that fair? How is it fair that you know all this shit about me, but I know nothing about you?” You asked flat out and annoyed. Normally after going an extended time without seeing Leon you didn’t ask any questions, you just tended to him until he was ready to talk. He loved that about you, you never pushed him. Leon grunted knowing that it was the alcohol and a mix of unconfronted emotions made you bold. 

“We talked about this-.”

“Yeah, we did, but you tracking my location wasn’t in that conversation.” Leon took his eyes off the road as the car came to a stop at a stoplight and he looked at you. He opened his mouth to speak, to defend himself, but you cut him off. “Cut the shit, I know it’s a bugged phone. I had it looked at and your sudden appearance tonight only proved it.” 

“It’s only bugged for your protection.” Leon got out through gritted teeth. 

“My protection? What the fuck are you even talking about? If anything it’s so you can keep your whores straight and away from your wife.” You spit at him with venom. You knew Leon wasn’t the type of guy to run around town like that, he was a one woman type of guy. You were just angry and confused at why you would be enough to protect but not enough to be his. 

Leon’s face turned up in pained disgust and he went to say something, but the blaring of a car horn called his attention back to the road and a green light. You huffed as you turned away from him and he continued to drive onward to his place. 

The rest of the car ride was silent, giving you time to feel bad about what you said and how you said it. Your face falling and your anger simmering out as your eyes felt heavy with the weight of fresh tears threatening to spill. You refused to cry though as you sniffed and he pulled into his driveway.

A two story house that was too big for just him, but old enough for you to believe that it was a house that was left to him in some family members' will. Or he could’ve bought it himself easily with the way you’ve seen him treat money; like it was something that grew on trees. He was a complete and utter mystery to you and it drove you insane that you could still fall for someone who you knew so little about. At this point you were more mad at yourself than you were at him. You knew of his interests and hobbies, his likes and dislikes, you saw his heart; but you didn’t have a clue about his day to day life. It was like he existed only to you and no one else. No criminal record, no traceable family; he seemed to have nothing. All you had were snippets of an article about Raccoon City that left you with more questions than answers. 

“Don’t worry, the wife’s not home.” Leon muttered through gritted teeth and you winced as he got out of the car. You went and got out of the car alongside him as you followed closely behind him. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.” He opened the front door and you followed him in, shutting and locking it behind you. Your body now shaking as his focus remained straight ahead. He was so cold and you knew you deserved it. “I know that’s not you. I just…” you hesitated as you could feel your throat beginning to clog, knowing that your voice was going to waver and your next words were going to come out broken if you didn’t get a grip. 

“I’ve got a guest room, but I haven’t found time to clean it out so there is a bunch of junk and shit in there. You can take my bed and I’ll take the guest room.” Your heart broke, thinking he didn’t even want to be near you and you couldn’t blame him.

“I think we should call this off.” Your voice still broke as you said it and Leon quickly turned to you. His gaze softened immediately as soon as he saw your big glassy doe eyes. He stood frozen as his heart shattered. He was losing you and it wasn’t to some unforeseen force, he did this. His refusal to let you in completely had pushed you away. 

Leon was a fighter, it was his job. He stood up for what was right, he fought for people who couldn’t fight for themselves, he fought so people who weren’t fighters never had too. But did he ever fight for his own selfish desires? At the end of the day was he willing to fight for the first good thing he’s had in his life for a while? At the bar he was ready. He was ready to push his exhaustion aside and fight the object that stood between him and you; but now? Fighting you, the person he desired the most. 

“Look, it’s not anything personal…I just…this isn’t working for me.” You nervously blabbered out, the silence killing you. You took a deep breath as your hands found your hips, “I mean the Pretty Women aspect of it was fun, I had fun. I don’t know, I guess, I mean…” you stumbled over your own words. 

“Alright.” He said and you looked away from him as your arms wrapped around yourself trying to comfort yourself. The floodgates of your tears threatening to spill as your eyes darted around the room. 

“Okay. Good. I’ll sleep on the couch and grab a cab and be gone before the sun comes up.” You voice low as you head to the couch but Leon catches you by your elbow. The sudden connection of your bare skin against the palm of his hand sends a chill up his spine.

“I want to start again. I want to make it right.” He said as he slowly looked at you, his own eyes glassy. You study his face now and how exhausted he looked. “I’ll tell you everything. Let me start over. Let me make it right.” Your brows knitted together as you relaxed slightly and your other hand cupped his cheek. Tears fell from your eyes as you stifled a pained groan. “Please.” He begged and how could you say no?

Your lips found him in a hesitant kiss that he returned with desperation. The moment your lips sparked against his he was ready to fight again. His hand trailed down your arm and before it found your waist. He pulled you close to him as your arms wrapped around his neck. Sweet desperate kisses turned into feverishly hungry ones.

“Need you.” He admitted softly against your lips; hoping that you understood. Hoping that the feeling was returned. Hoping that right now that he said enough, that those two words meant enough. As you melted against him he knew that you understood. 

For the first time in a long time Leon was ready to give his all to something besides work. 

[lunerna21]

I FINALLY CAUGHT UP TO THE UPDATE FOR BOOK 7 AND I WAS NOT DISAPPOINTED WITH HOW MUCH I ENJOYED IT

***SPOILERS FOR BOOK 7 JPN SERVER AHEAD! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!***

***ALSO SLIGHTLY LONG POST AHEAD! MY APOLOGIES!***

UM CAN I MENTION HOW HARD I LAUGHED WHEN SILVER WAS TELLING THE STORY ABOUT FLOYD GRABBING RIDDLE'S HAIR TO SEE IF IT WAS HOT?!

AND JADE HYSTERICALLY LAUGHING WHILE AZUL IGNORES THEM!!!!

If they ever animate that scene, I'm gonna hurl from seeing Floyd just being catapulted off screen and Jade enjoying himself 😂

Floyd being so bored of his dream and just him swaying like the seaweed was freakin hysterical 😂

It just reminded me of this for some reason:

I mean it makes sense since Floyd is always up for a challenge and isn't afraid of basically anything, so of course Malleus's vision for Floyd's dream wasn't going to be very exciting

ALSO WE CAN TALK ABOUT FLOYD HAD THE BALLS TO FIGHT MALLEUS, LEONA AND EVEN FUCKING CATER?! CATER WIPED THE FLOOR FIGHTING FLOYD BUT I WASN'T EXPECTING CATER TO KICK ASS

HELL YES CATER!!

.......And then we jump into Jade's dream...

....The moment I saw how Jade imagined both Azul and Floyd...

AND THEN SOMEONE POSTED THIS ON TWITTER AND I ABSOLUTELY LOST IT

JADE BY FAR IS THE MOST HYSTERICAL CHARACTER IN TWST AND I CAN'T BELIEVE FLOYD HAD TO SEE HIS DOOFY LOOKING FACE LIKE THAT

I don't blame Floyd for duking it out with Jade I would feel the same if thats how my siblings imagined me lol

And finally, Azul's dream!!

First of all, AZUL WAS SOMETHING ELSE DURING HIS DREAMS

Azul being a coral rush player?! AND KINDA BEING JOCKY?! I wasn’t prepared for that! 😂

(special shoutout to Idia for throwing shade at his first image of a cocky player, that was 👌🏻)

JADE JUST GRABBING POOR IDIA'S TABLET AND GETTING AZUL'S SIGNATURE ON IT 😂👏🏻👏🏻

AND IDIA JUST SLOWING MOVING OFF TO THE SIDE THIS POOR GUY HAS BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH 😂

When the mermaids started harassing everyone and knocked us over, I WASNT READY FOR AZUL TO CARE WHEN WE GOT HIT

I WAS A FREAKING MESS IM SO DELUSIONAL AND I KNOW HE'S NOT ALWAYS NICE BUT AHHHHHHHH HE WAS SO CUTE HERE (Ignore me I'm delusional and I've missed Azul so much 🥺❤️)

It was so bizarre to see Azul playing a jocky player and being popular in school, but once Idia explained that any negative moments or lessons Azul had to face (bullying, losing the contracts) were no longer a thought because of it only being a dream with no negative emotions

It’s still mind boggling how detailed everyone’s dreams are but terrifying like damn Malleus has so much power and yet he can juggle so many of them

After Azul invited us to the party and was INCREDIBLY NICE for someone like him, and Idia got suss:

I knew something was up, especially after he made everyone wear the anenomes for the party AND GRIM SHOULD'VE KNOWN BETTER HE WENT THROUGH THIS BEFORE WHY DID HE BELIEVE THIS

Floyd and Jade bouncing off Azul being a bully was soooo worth it

It's kinda scary how I preferred the old Azul, considering he wasn't a cocky jock straight from a manga/book ICK ICK ICK

AND THEN AFTER AZUL FELL INTO THE BLOT, HE WAS A PAIN IN THE BUTT TO CORNER I WAS SO IMPRESSED WITH THE PLANNING AND HOW WE HELPED DESTROY THE CONTRACTS ONCE AGAIN

But this devastated me 😭

It still must've felt pretty shitty having to go through that again, but I started to cry I'm just so happy Azul woke up from his dream 😭❤️❤️❤️

Azul's battle with himself! *chefs kiss* I love how they reference it similar to the battle from The Little Mermaid and how Azul's blot form began to grow

But let me tell you something:

I WOULD DIE IF I COULD FRAME THIS!! JUST SEEING THE GLOWING EYE AND AZUL DOING THIS POSE! PERFECTION!!!

ITS SO GOOD TO HAVE YOU BACK AZUL!!!❤️

This chapter was such a fun trip, and I'm so glad we're slowly getting closer to releasing everyone from their dreams

BUT ONE LAST THING! TWST INTENTIONALLY DID THIS TO HURT MY FEELINGS!

HOOOOOWWWWW DARE TWST FOR SHOVING THIS IN MY FACE I WANT MY BEST FRIENDS BACK SO BADLY AND THE FACT THAT THEY DO THIS CONSTANTLY AND ALSO GRIM BRINGING THEM UP IS JUST AWFUL

I MISS THEM SO MUCH I NEED TO SEE THEM AGAIN

NEXT UP, SAVANACLAW!! (RUGGIE I MISS YOU SO SO MUCH!!)

Enjoy the weekend~~!!!❤️

(Screenshots from https://youtube.com/@gasmask01?si=lpin67yaOvHDdg_c )

[britcision]

I dunno if I touched on this already but I am Obsessed so you’re stuck with it

Just

Idk the Adventurer’s Bible calls it “cruel” that Mithrun told Thistle that Delgal wanted him dead in the end, but… it just doesn’t read that way to me

No one questions that Laios and co didn’t want to start a fight and just wanted to talk, but I feel like Mithrun was coming from a pretty similar place

He gives every prospective dungeon lord a chance, speaks to them more readily than anyone else, and always offers them a chance to back down despite clearly believing they won’t take it

And I mean I can’t 1000% cite it so I might be wrong, but… I think it’s also the only time he openly empathizes? He’s more emotive, with more facial expressions, but I can’t really think of another time he openly talks about what other people want

He’ll drop all his own trauma without batting an eye, but with Thistle and then with Marcille he tries to work out what their motivations are, what they want to wish for, and use his own experiences to warn them it can’t work and they won’t actually get it

It’s kinda cursory, but much less than Lycion asking Laios to give up on Marcille; he’s seeking a connection to spare them his fate, and while seeing Thistle catatonic doesn’t noticeably phase him, he’s pretty disinterested in the dungeon lords when you compare it to his reaction to the winged lion

(Full feral, 30 seconds flat, not a word before it’s peanut butter murder time)

The dungeon lords are ostensibly natural enemies as much as the demon is, and all the other Canaries are pretty focused on eliminating the dungeon lord as the first priority, and I dunno if any of the rest would even bother asking them to stand down

Lycion sure as hell doesn’t bother trying to justify to Laios why he shouldn’t go side with Marcille; he just asks him to abandon his friend, no, entirely expected, and he’s pretty clearly just humouring Kabru

Officially, they have to kill the dungeon lord to get a shot at the demon, and with a direct shot Mithrun loses his shit

But either dungeon lord alone? He doesn’t even try to seriously hurt them until he’s made the offer, he gets them temporarily incapacitated at best and he’s perfectly happy to let Laios free Marcille if he thinks he has even a vague shot at it

And sure, it might all be calculated to throw them off their game, to find weaknesses and rattle them before the fighting starts, but then why would he agree to let Laios help her stop being a dungeon lord without a fight?

The other captains sure as hell aren’t buying in, but Mithrun signs off without question, and it also might be that he just doesn’t care about the dungeon lords; any way he can get to the demon works

But he could have killed Marcille instead of trying to restrain or search her

He’s a fucking madlad, the time he used tackling her and starting the pat down could have begin with cape-decapitation to solve the problem before it occurred

He could have sent the plank into Thistle’s chest, not his arm to make him drop the book - that’s even a bigger target

They’re the Canaries. They already heard Laios say he wanted to be the dungeon lord. If they’d tpk’d the entire party there, it’d have been their job description, and we only got a dramatic final showdown because he gave Marcille a chance to just hand the books over… or let him take them

(Bet Pattadol and Lycion regretted pulling him off her, optics be damned, for at least a couple hours there)

Idk I just think it’s interesting that despite being the character with no wants or opinions on most things… he really does try to save the dungeon lords, and his squad follow his lead until they can’t even in his absence

(Talking to Laios and Chilchuck even after he’s fucked off, giving Laios even a cursory chance to quit)

It just… doesn’t add up that he told Thistle what Delgal wanted to be cruel, not on top of everything else

It wasn’t fucking tactful, but it was true, and if Thistle had believed him and realized that what he was doing was pointless…

That woulda been the fight. Wrap on Dungeon Lord Thistle, just a hop down for the other book, the status quo is mostly intact but the Island is saved

I don’t think it’s necessarily cruel to not want to kill someone

(But then the Golden Country woulda had to deal with King Mithrun Who 10000% Is Leaving To Find Another Demon Murder Opportunity, so like it was never an option narratively… which makes it all the more interesting that he tried)

[lightlycareless]

How could you break my heart on Valentine’s Day??? Waaaahhhhhh, it makes sense but it still hurts. You’re gonna give me a part three or else 🔫

Seriously though it was really good! I loved it. I calculated and rounded up how much Naoya paid Mei Mei in U.S. Dollars and this dude really paid her around $17,500 and that’s not including all the gifts he bought Y/N. If I was Naoya’s parents, his debit card is getting confiscated. That is INSANE. I can’t imagine if they somehow managed to force out what actually happened to learn he spent all that on a girl that didn’t even RECIPROCATE his feelings like oh my god. I can’t imagine the earful poor Ranta is gonna get especially since this was kinda his idea for Naoya to confess his feelings(Although I don’t know if Ranta thought he’d go about it like this).

I wonder though if Y/N would reconsider Naoya’s feelings if she read his letter. Oof but now I’m thinking about what she’d do if she learned Naoya was the reason why she didn’t receive any gifts. I don’t know how long he’d stay on her bad side after that.

Hello anon!

Gee this is surely a really late response, but I still hope you know I appreciate your lovely words about my work!! Thank you so much 🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I'm sorry that I broke your heart on the 14th haha it was kind of unexpected ngl, but that's just where the characters took me 🤭 though it's not all sad... if you know you know.

AS FOR THE MONEY HAHAHAH poor Naoya, he definitely got an earful from his parents, or more like the people in charge of the finances, I doubt Naobito cared enough to scold him (shall I make Tomoko involved? IF SHE WAS AROUND THOUGH THINGS WOULD'VE TURNED SO DIFFERENT) Damn I need to write a small drabble explaining what happened there, but in the meantime, it kind of went like this:

Ranta: What happened Naoya?

Naoya: nothing. *doesn't talk to anyone for weeks*

Ranta: That bad?

Naoya: :(

(he doesn't regret spending all that money on you. it's like a hobby of his lol he loves it.)

But anyways, I keep thinking that the third part for this series I would like something like an epilogue, a peak into the future…

Warnings: none. Fluff. A happy ending 😊. (By the way, this is the oneshot anon is referring to. Highly recommend reading this first!!!)

Happy reading!

“—And that, dumpling, was your papa’s and I first valentine’s day together! Kind of, not really, but it was the first time I got gifts from him. It was certainly different from what I expected, but if you look really closely, it was very sweet, and now, I’m able to look back on it fondly!” You smile; truly, who would’ve thought that you’d end up marrying that awkward, somewhat intense kid? And having a beautiful daughter too?

Though you could see in Naomi’s tense chubby face that this wasn’t exactly the romantic story she was hoping to hear, and you do not blame her, Naoya’s approach had been nothing short of alarming and unexpected, just enough to scare you off from ever considering something more from him!

But his subtle persistence, the small gestures he’d still give you even when openly denouncing he’ll never seek you again, is what eventually persuaded you otherwise.

Through his attentiveness when you were out on a mission with him, making sure that you were neither too cold nor too hot, either through offering you something to drink or his own sweater to wear.

Quick to save you from a curse that got too close, or a fellow student you were not in the mood to entertain.

Whenever you needed help with jujutsu—either a term you didn’t quite understand just yet, or plain practice. Naoya had much more experience than you, so it was only natural that you’d seek him; that wouldn’t change even with that awkward valentine’s interaction…

But above all, what made you see that Naoya might be the one you were waiting for all along, is the fact that he remembered all the things you liked, the ones that made you happy—from sweets, food, to even your favorite characters…

If his emotions weren’t genuine, he wouldn’t have done such a thing!

Perhaps your only regret is ever giving him the idea that you couldn’t come to appreciate him, or that he wasn’t deserving of love.

But that was long in the past, and after a few dates, and getting to know each other… you two fell in love.

Unfortunately, Naomi wouldn’t come to see it that way.

“What’s wrong, pumpkin? This isn’t the story you expected?” Naoya asks with a smile, enjoying the way she huffed in response—though that satisfaction wouldn’t last long.

“No, papa, you were creepy.” She pouted, and her mama could almost hear his heart shatter.

“Oh.” Naoya doesn’t even come to wonder how she knew of such word, undoubtedly from his cousins, but that would be a matter to tend to later after he mends his broken heart.

“Well, he’s done his due! Papa loves us very, very much and would never do anything to scare us!”

“Thanks, Y/N.” Naoya responds sarcastically. “That makes me feel much better.”

You giggle.

“Why don’t you leave us alone, pumpkin? Papa and I need to talk a bit.”

And Naomi obeys immediately after, not that it took much for her to do so, for her disappointment rapidly pushed her to seek something better, a bit more entertaining—like Mai and Maki’s daily occurrences, more ways to annoy her father and such.

Once alone, the two are able to freely look back on that fateful day…

“What I did back then was messed up, wasn’t it?” Naoya sighs.

“I wouldn’t say that necessarily.” You add.

“But nothing happened after that.” He says. “Things didn’t change until much later.”

“Well, I did get to see a new side of you, one I didn’t think you had.”

“What did you think of me…?”

“That you were… bold. Arrogant, a bit snobby too…” you say, Naoya’s face reddens out of shame.

“Don’t—Don’t say anything else.” He frowns. “I get the idea loud and clear…”

“But that you were sweet too.” You smile, taking his hand. “I’ve never been lucky enough to have someone hold such strong feelings for me… thought it to be something out of a fairy tale—Until I met you—someone that harbored so much love to give but didn’t know how to express it.”

“You make me sound much nobler than what I really am—I don’t know how you do it, Y/N…”

“It took me time to get there, love.” You laugh. “But it’s only because you’re so cute that I eventually thought otherwise.”

“Cute?” he huffs, ready to retort otherwise, until you lean in to kiss his cheek, gesture enough to have him willing. “Alright—but only you can call me that.”

“I better be the only one.” You warn. “Although I was hoping our dumpling would do so too when I told her our story…”

“…Well, I can’t blame her, it must’ve sounded crazy for her.” Naoya sighs. “…If someone dared do the same thing to my daughter you can be sure I’d send the kukuru to get rid of him! No jerk is going to impress her!”

“I don’t think that’ll happen; Naomi didn’t seem amused by us either way.” You reassure him. “And she’s too young to be worried about that too! All she cares about right now is when will her papa get her that kitten he promised her…”

“I’m working on it!” Naoya frets. “It’s just that kittens aren’t born until later in the year…”

“Well, let’s hope that you aren’t too late, something tells me that my sister might be already on the lookout…”

“NO, she’s not.” Naoya breathes. “I will never forgive her if she does!”

But you just shrug playfully, not really giving Naoya much of an opportunity to not worry about spoiling his daughter, fearing that he might lose the position of favorite human in the whole wide world against your sister! A rank Hinata has been coveting for as long as he could remember, competing with the rest of your family too…

A tough endeavor, though he’ll have something else to worry about now.

“By the way… I’m aware of what you did with with the gifts.” You say, he freezes.

“Ho—How?” he blinks.

“Shoko told me. Mei Mei wasn’t that… fond of keeping secrets that were too juicy to hide.” You reveal.

“That woman… she told me that—!” but he goes silent, understanding there was a much bigger issue at hand. “…Are you angry with me?”

“Yes, so angry, that I’ve decided to personally torment you for the rest of our lives!” You tease, at the mischief of your voice, a weight is lifted from Naoya’s shoulders. “I was angry, but… it didn’t last long, considering that some of those gifts were from people I didn’t really want to be involved with… so, you kind of did me a favor… though I did have to go through a whole day thinking I didn’t get anything…”

“…I’m sorry—I might’ve gotten ahead of myself trying to impress you…”

“Well, for all the chocolate I missed back then, you made up for me, tenfold!” you grin, wrapping him in your arms and placing kisses all over his cheeks until you could no more. “I love you, Naoya—you and all of your bold, extravagant, though a bit silly, ways. So don’t worry about that anymore, not when it was the reason that brought us together.”

Naoya blushes, letting himself be consumed by the incessant demonstrations of your affection and the acceptance of your words, for there was honesty behind them—even when a rocky start, it ultimately fated the two together.

What was once nothing but a dream, one that seemed so far away on the day you rejected him…

Now was his everyday reality—if not better, for it brought along a small bundle of joy that made both of your lives happier, although there were moments where she didn’t feel particularly the same, unamused by her parent’s antics from time to time…

But even then, he wouldn’t want it any other way.

They got their happy ending nonetheless :') Really, that day was only the beginning for them. It was enough for Y/N to finally set her eyes on him!! And the rest is history 🥺❤️

Thankfully I do plan to write a bit more of this HS AU, you know, the simple things like them slowly falling in love �� ajfghajkghajghjkas this has to be one of my favorite au's (if not the favorite haha) can't wait to write them in time.

Now, thank you so much for your support and patience 🥺❤️❤️!!!! I'm really glad you're liking my work!!!

Take care, and hope to see you soon!!

[virgo-mess]

Good Cop, Bad Cop

We have finally made it to part 4 of @karatekels ' request! It's on the longer side because I didn't want to break it into two parts, but I hope you like it, and I appreciate you submitting a request!

TW: Mentions of emotional and verbal abuse towards children, Neglectful Parent, Generational trauma, Arguing, Mild Violence, Smut, oral (female receiving), Confessions, Fluff, Mentions of Police Brutality, Kinks, Cindy Ryan isn't that bad actually sorta kinda, and you might feel a little more sympathy for Cash, man still can't communicate

Chapter 4: Confessions of a Bad Cop with Other Redeeming Qualities and a Kinky Little Minx

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Cash’s Pov

            “Why is having sex with me so damn important to you now, you had so many chances, Cash. I gave you so many chances, you didn’t take any of them and now you decide after twelve years of acting like I don’t exist that I’m good enough for you now. I wasn’t good enough for you to return any one of my calls, I wasn’t good enough for you to ask to prom, you couldn’t even go to a movie with me without disappearing to make out in the lobby with Cindy Ryan and you complained every time we went shopping. Now you just want me to act like everything is okay and that I’m happy you’re finally choosing me now when you’re leaving next week. So, stop acting like you’re trying to make me happy or that you’re trying to make this special for me when we both know it’s never been about me, you don’t care about me. It’s always been about you, Cash. So, if forcing me to sleep with you is what it’s going to take for you to finally stop hurting me then that’s fine. Just get it over with already so I can go home, and you can go back to a happy life free of me” you snapped, turning around to storm back into the bedroom.

Cash let you pull him back into the bedroom, your outburst left his mind and heart feeling incredibly heavy. It was like he was sixteen again, the age where he didn’t know how to act around you anymore, the age where he realized he didn’t just have a crush on you, he was in love with you. He just never figured out how to tell you because you terrified him back then, you still did in a way. You always made him nervous, insecure even, and this prevented him from being as close to you as he wanted to be. He felt this overwhelming need to overcompensate by projecting a confident put together image of himself. He would come to realize that this personality quirk was due in part to what his father expected of him back then.

Cash was always the primary target of his dad’s alcohol induced tirades, he’d get home from school and be hit with an abundance of angry vitriol about his grades, how he was too sensitive, and how he needed to act like a man. Even long after his dad finally went to rehab and deserted their family, Cash carried those words and all the feelings involved with feeling unloved by someone who should love him unconditionally, with him. His dad had reached out to make amends a few times over the last decade apologizing for the things he said and did to him. Confessing that he did those things because his father did them to him and he didn’t realize he was projecting all his unresolved trauma onto to Cash. Until now Cash hadn’t realized he had subsequently done the same to you; he saw you through a lens of fear, rejection, and abandonment and now you saw him the same way.

 “Y/N, slow down would you” Cash muttered as you impatiently tugged him towards the bed. You shot him another one of your intense glares as you moved to lay down on the bed. Cash wasn’t sure how he had convinced himself he’d be okay with doing this if you weren’t willing. He supposed he could’ve been more forthcoming with his intentions going forward from the beginning, you had assumed he was only looking to sleep with you. Given his history of casual flings he could see why you’d assume that, he truthfully only had casual flings because you still held his heart he wasn’t interested in giving any of them the level of love and care he gave you.

“No, I don’t want to drag out the inevitable, so make it quick Ewing” you snarled leaning back onto the unmade bed as you used your free hand to pull your dress up. Cash gently pushed your hand away before you pulled it up all the way, gently pulling it back down into place. You rolled your eyes at him, attempting to pull it back up. He wished he had realized you returned his feelings back then if he had you’d be married by now.

“Stop it Y/N, I don’t actually want it to happen this way, okay. I’m sorry I said I did. I didn’t mean it” he said softly, gently moving your hand away again and pulling the fabric back into place. You rolled your eyes at him again before scoffing.

“Oh, so you just said it for no reason then, right. Got it” you said sarcastically, still laying on your back as you glared up at him. Cash sighed looking down at you with soft eyes, feeling especially vulnerable in your presence for the first time since you were teenagers.

“No, I do have a reason, but it doesn’t excuse me implying I’d enjoy forcing myself on you. So please sit up, Butterfly.” he said reaching down to gently pull you up. You swatted his hand away but moved to sit up on the edge of the bed, Cash took the spot next to you sitting further away than he wanted to. He wasn’t sure if you understood that to his need to touch you and be close to you wasn’t always sexually motivated, he thought he was expressing his affection for you because that’s how he liked receiving affection.

“Why the hell did you say it then” you said dryly, Cash glanced over at you for a moment to see you staring down at the cuff on your wrist. He knew if he took it off you now he’d feel compelled to take you home to avoid having to explain things to you. He had avoided talking about his feelings for you for twelve years and in doing so he left you with the impression he didn’t actually care about you.

“Well, you were making digs at me and I’m not saying I didn’t deserve them. It’s just sometimes it takes me back to when my dad was around, as you know he was really mean when he drank. Yelling at me and criticizing me were his favorite hobbies, I couldn’t do anything right by him it didn’t matter what it was I did it wrong. I cried too much, my grades weren’t good enough, couldn’t accidently knock something over without being called something. So when you said that stuff as silly as being called a shit head is, it hurt” he admitted avoiding eye contact with you. You let out a soft sigh.

“I’m sorry, I know your dad didn’t treat you very well” you replied softly, Cash let out a sigh of his own ready to spill everything he could just for the sake of telling someone. You weren’t going to pick him now so he really had nothing to lose, he lost you a long time ago he just didn’t want to admit that it was his fault.

            “You don’t have to apologize. You’re right. My communication skills are shit especially if you think that I don’t care about you or that I never cared about you. I love you, and I always have. You were my first crush and the first and only girl I’ve ever felt that way for. You’re the girl every other girl gets compared to. You were always my first choice. I was afraid to tell you because I never thought you returned that sentiment back then. You’ve never really been all that open about your feelings, you know. I never learned how to be open that way either, my dad never held, hugged or kissed me, never told me he loved me, he wouldn’t even let me hold his hand when I was a kid and he’d even yell at my mom if she tried to show my affection. He yelled at me when I cried, I was just afraid of getting that reaction from you even though I knew you would never do that, Y/N. When you decided to go to NYU, it crushed me it felt like you were abandoning me. I know I didn't tell you how I felt but I always tried to show you, I took care of you, didn't I. I always kept a sweater in my truck in case you got cold, remembered all your favorute things, hugged you when you were sad , and I thought that was enough at the time. I wanted to take you to prom, but I overheard Ben Lewis ask you right before I was going to. I made a sign and got you flower, you know, that’s what you saw me shoving in the trash. I didn’t ask Cindy she asked me the day before. Glad to know I’m not the only one who can’t tell when someone is into them unless they’re throwing themselves at you though” he said repressing a laugh at you still being jealous of Cindy and him, he was happy to see a blush sweep across your cheeks as you scowled at him. It gave him hope this wasn’t a total loss.

            “Gee I wonder why I never thought you liked me Cash. Clearly guys that like you ghost for twelve years, they also ask you to see movies with them on Valentine’s Day then leave ten minutes in to make out in the lobby with another girl. Oh, and let’s not forget the kidnapping, I mean I could go on for hours about it really” you said sarcastically, Cash rolled his eyes and repressed another chuckle at the irony of the specific night you’re talking about. He had a very interesting conversation with Cindy Ryan a few days ago.

            “I wasn’t talking about that, Butterfly. You know it also would’ve been nice of you to mention you had a boyfriend when you called me every day your first semester at NYU. You know I was planning to apply at the NYPD, I was going to give you the application as a Christmas present that year and then you showed up with a guy that looked like he stepped out of a GQ magazine. I fully planned on confessing to you that Christmas you know, I asked you to go ice skating at Frog Pond and to take a stroll with me down Acorn Street up in Boston. It was supposed to be just you and me the you invited him and Pete and Daisy took it as an invite too” he said roughly, you sneered at him.

Cash could sense you getting fired up again and he can’t help the way his heart flutters. He had never really gotten to see you be anything but sweet and friendly to him back then and seeing you freely express anger at him made him feel a little closer to you.

            “You’re making it really hard not to call you names right now. You can’t even overhear correctly, Ben asked if I’d consider going with him to prom if YOU didn’t ask me, everyone knew I was waiting for you to ask me. You ALSO never said that was supposed be a date, we used to go ice skating at Frog Pond with Daisy and Pete every year. How was I supposed know you wanted it to be romantic, and Riley wasn’t even my boyfriend. He’s very happily married to his husband, the only person he was into that night was you. He went on and on about how hot he thought you were all the way into our sophomore year. You would know these things if you just asked a question” you said sarcastically

 Cash felt his ears flare a bright shade of red at the confession. Riley talked his ear off that night and Cash assumed it was to annoy him, you and Riley were huddled in the corner giggling for most of the party at his mom’s house. You barely even talked to him that night.

            “You guys were all over each other at my mom’s party, Y/N. Huddled up in the corner and giggling the whole night. You barely even talked to me that night ” he said pointedly, you scoffed and rolled your eyes at him. Yanking hard at the cuffs still attached to both of your wrists like you were trying to break them. Cash rolled his eyes before digging in his pocket for the key as he repressed a smile. He wasn’t sure how you hadn’t noticed he was just goading you, and you were taking the bait.

            “Knock it off” he chastised you teasingly, as you nearly knock the key out of his hand. You glared daggers back at him. “Do you want them off or not. I wish I knew New York had turned you into such a stuck up brat before I brought you here” he said teasingly before unlocking the handcuffs, as soon as he gets them off you start swinging on him relentlessly. Cash can’t bring himself to block any of your slaps, scratches, or punches for a moment sensing that you desperately needed to get it out of your system.

Reader’s Pov

            “You just accused me of being a liar and I’m the one who’s a stuck-up brat! Riley and I were talking about you, he was trying to help me figure out if you felt the same way I felt about you. We were playfully shoving each other, it’s not like we were making out. I wasn’t the one making out with Cindy Ryan in the fucking lobby when I was supposed to be seeing a movie with the girl you claimed to have been head over heels in love with, was I? You went to prom with her and everything! If you cared about me so much, why didn’t you know she picked on me relentlessly when we were growing up!” you shouted, hitting him wherever you could reach alternating between closed fists and open palmed slaps as you tried to pin him to the bed.

Cash is keen to let you wail on him for a while and you feel your heart flutter despite yourself. He did say he wanted to take care of you, you didn’t believe it in the moment but you found yourself believing it now.  Cash shoves you off of him with ease, quickly wrapping his arms around yours to prevent you from doing any more damage to his pretty face. A slight satisfied looking smile tugs on your lips when you see all the welts and scratches you’ve managed to make in such short amount of time. Cash looked down at you with some amusement swirling in his eyes.

            “You can put up quite a fight I’ll give you that, I really hope you feel better now. I know Cindy picked on you a lot. I ran into her just the other day and we got to talking about you and you’ll never believe what she told me, Butterfly” he said in a teasing tone, you growl at him for daring to mention her name again, before shooting one of your knees up into his gut, Cash lurched back with a pained grunt. You moved to shove him off you but he grabbed your wrists firmly before pinning them by your head and collapsing on you slightly to keep you from kicking him. You let out a breathless groan as he used a bit of his weight to pin you into place against the bed. You still feel an overwhelming amount of rage and jealousy coursing through you.

            “I don’t really care to know what you talked about me for. She’s a bitch and you’re an asshole, you guys seem to be the perfect for each other really. Didn’t you lose your virginity to each other at prom?” you hissed struggling against him. You feel another wave of jealously overtake you at the thought of him being with your self-proclaimed archnemesis, and confusion at the fact that he really seems to see it as a non-issue. Cash gazes down at you with a fond looking smile, and you really wish you could slap it off his face because you can feel butterflies flutter in your stomach.  

            “No Y/N, I didn’t lose that until I moved to Cleveland. It wasn’t some amazing grand affair either, none of them meant anything to me, just wanted to practice for you. I wanted all my firsts to be with you, okay but I thought you moved on, I thought you were happy. I’ve always wanted you to be happy, Y/N. I promise I wasn’t happy without you I never moved on, I checked up on you every year to see if you broke up with that scumbag Jack you know” he said calmly, you stopped thrashing upon hearing his confession, looking deep in his eyes for a tell, you were surprised when you didn’t find one.

            “I never wanted to be with Jack, I just didn’t want to be alone, I didn't want to be left again. He was horrible to me, you know and you weren’t there to help me. I needed you and you were just gone” you said feeling tears slowly fall from your eyes and the urge to beat him up leave your body. Cash let go of your wrists and let you out from underneath him, taking a sitting position right against the headboard. You craned your neck to look up at him suddenly missing the feel of him being pressed against you; Cash outstretched his arms before beckoning you to him with a finger.

            “Come here Butterfly, come on it’s okay” he said in a soothing tone, you sniffled before rolling over so you could crawl over to him, hurling yourself into his arms as you clung tightly to his neck. Cash pulled you into a sitting position on his lap wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug, you let out a soft sob as you nuzzled your face into his neck. Cash ran his hands up and down your back in soothing circles whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

You’re not sure how long you stay like this but you know you never want the moment to end. Feeling whatever lasting anger you had towards him slowly dwindle with every loving word he whispers and every tender circle he draws. You haven’t felt this loved or this content in twelve years. You can now acknowledge that you had made him just as confused and afraid as he had made you. You both had a little bit of responsibility to take for the way things turned out. If you had plucked up the courage to let him know you cared about him regardless of whether he shared that sentiment, things would be different between you now. You can understand now that  he interpreted you going to school as abandonment, his dad left without Cash ever really knowing he loved him. He was afraid of you rejecting him, afraid of you not loving him, and afraid of you judging him for having those feelings. You felt Cash tangle his fingers in your hair.

            “Can you look at me for a second, Butterfly” he whispered hoarsely, you pull back to see his face just as tear stained as yours is. You haven’t really seen him cry since you were kids, those nights when he crawled through your window weeping after a verbal lashing from his father seemed so far away. You had missed the days when you guys weren’t afraid to be vulnerable and comfort each other this way.

            “I’m so sorry I left, I never did it with the intention of hurting you. I’m sorry, I didn’t know about some of the things Jack was doing to you if I had I would’ve put a stop to it faster than I did. Pete told me about that Christmas three years ago when he walked in on Jack hitting you” Cash said calmly, you furrowed your brows at him in confusion at him for a moment.

            “What do you mean you put a stop to it, Cash?” you asked, though you were pretty sure you already knew the answer you had seen Jack come home looking pretty mangled on two different occasions. He never told you what happened but the first time had been on some ‘work’ trip, which was really code for a trip with his mistress and the second was when he showed up at your apartment to pick up the rest of his things

            “I think you know already, but I sought him out and talked some sense into him on his little work trip to Cleveland during New Years that year. I caught him on a parking violation then I was able to hit him with resisting arrest so I could use a little force” Cash said in a dark eerie sounding way that makes you feel hot all over. If you had known he fought in your honor you would’ve jumped him that first day on the beach without a second thought. You still loved him despite all those things that happened between you. You don't think you ever stopped loving him and that was why you were so angry and afraid.

            “He apparently didn’t get the message the first time, as you know. I’m sorry he framed it as him leaving you for his mistress, I wish he had told you a cop beat him to a pulp twice. It would’ve made getting suspended sting a little less, you know. I wanted to reach back out it just never felt like the right time. And then Pete told me you were going to be in the wedding and I knew I had to at least try and give us a second chance. When you tried to run off, I panicked, I'm sorry about doing all this, Butterfly. I over rracted. I’m never going to let anyone hurt you again, Y/N. I’m never going to leave again, I promise. We can get married and travel like you always wanted to” he said softly. You gave him a teary smile.

            “You know if you had started with, ‘I beat your abusive cheating ex-boyfriend to a half to death twice because of my undying love for you, let’s get married’,at the beach I would’ve said yes. You’re bad at planning, can’t communicate, and have no observational skills. You’re a bad cop, Cash” you chuckled, Cash rolled his eyes playfully repressing a chuckle of his own.

            “I’m not a bad cop, way to ruin the moment, Butterfly” he replied softly, you bit your lip slightly as you look at him, running your hands up his chest. Cash trailed one hand to grip your thigh possessively as he gazed back at you with dark lust filled eyes and you feel your clit throb eagerly at the action. You feel nervous butterflies in your stomach, you'd been dreaming about this moment for years. It was a little rocking getting to this point, but you were glad you did because you felt closer to Cash than you had ever been. You loved him, and he loved you too. You've already seen each others faults and flaws and yet still craved each other despite.

            “Well, you are not a very good one, my love but that’s okay you have other redeeming qualities” you purred, moving a teasing hand up his shirt. Cash let out a deep growl before crashing his lips onto yours, capturing you in a passionate kiss. You moaned against his mouth before parting for air, as you quickly move to unbutton his shirt pushing it hurriedly off his broad shoulders. Neither of you appeared to be thinking, it was like you were on autopilot and just instinctivly knew what the other needed. You felt Cash place hot, opened mouth kisses down your neck, moving his hand further up your thigh under the hem of your dress. You feel your heart rate pick up at fact that you were finally doing this.

            “Can you take this off for me, baby” he said huskily motioning to your dress, your cheeks flush a dark shade of red as you slowly take it off for him throwing it off to your side. He made a pleased sound as he aimlessly ran his hands over your skin. Placing hot kisses on your exposed cleavage, you quickly unhook your bra, throwing it off to the side. Cash let out a soft groan as his eyes racked hungrily over your chest for a moment. You loved the way he looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid eyes on. Cash closed his mouth around one of your nipples, sucking on it as he gazed up into your eyes. You gaze back at him, blushing before running your fingers through his soft gray hair, Cash let out a content sounding sigh at the feel of you running your fingers through his hair. Cash bites down on your nipple causing you to let out a shriek and moan as you throw your head back . Cash never takes his eyes off your face, feeling particularly prideful that you rewarded him with such pretty noises. You shudder against him against him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck in an attempt to keep him from pulling away. Cash chuckles against you. He wanted to stay there as much as you wanted him to.

            “I just want to move you baby . I love seeing you like this for me ” he crooned running a hand through your hair affectionately as he smiled at you , you pout slightly but let him pull away from you. Cash lifted you off his lap placing you gently next to him on the bed, moving further down the bed to admire your perfect body from a far.

            “You’re wearing more clothes than me, that’s not fair” you said innocently batting your eyes at him, Cash chuckled rolling his eyes at you, your bratty side was really growing on him.

            “I didn’t know you were so impatient. I really wanted to take me time with you this round” he said letting out an exaggerated sigh as he moved to stand from the bed. Loving the way you bite down on your lip as you scoot to the edge of the bed in front of him, reaching to undo his belt for him. This was everything he had ever dreamed of, seeing you return his affection without hesitation made his heart flutter.

            “Um, I’ve been patiently waiting for you to come to your senses for fourteen years, Cashton Ewing,” you said sharply, as you finished unzipping his pants, tugging them down his waist shamelessly. Cash bit back a moan as he gazed down at you, loving that you wanted him as badly as he wanted you. “And I’m not sure if I’ve fully forgiven you for ditching me at the movies for Cindy. So, you’re really going to have to prove you can be a good boy for me. Then maybe I’ll consider being a good girl for you ” you said teasingly, Cash let out a low growl staring at you with eyes filled with lust and love.

            “Will you lay down for me, pretty girl” he finally breathed out he really didn't mind doting on you. He wanted you any way he could get you after all. You had him in the palm of your hand. He rolled his eyes lovingly as he watched you pretend to ponder his request for a moment, playfully placing a finger under your chin. Cash gave you the biggest pair of puppy eyes he could muster.

            “I suppose I will” you quipped, turning to lay your head on a pillow looking up at him expectantly. Cash chuckled softly dragging a hand up one of your legs delicately, stopping right where your panties lay on your hip. You let out an impatient whine you were soaked already and need him inside you desperately, Cash smirks at you before finally hooking a finger under the waistband and tugging your panties off in one quick motion. You shiver in excitement and anticipation at the display of dominance and immediately spreading your legs in submission for him the minute he lowers himself onto the end of the bed. You reach out towards him needily batting your eyes at him, Cash flashes you a sweet smile as he felt his heart flutter and his cock twitch againt his thigh, he quickly moved to capture you in another brief passionate kiss. Leaning back on his knees to gaze down at your body fully. You really were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

            “I just knew you had a pretty pussy” he moaned running a long finger over your wet slit, appreciating how you flush at the compliment and let out a whine at the contact bucking your hips up eagerly. “Can I finish you off now?” he crooned feeling his cock twitch again.

            “Yes, Cash. Please finish me off” you cried softly; Cash made a deep pleased sounding rumble from his chest. Coating his fingers with your juices before rubbing your swollen clit in slow circles with his thumb. You moan loudly, arching your back, as Cash lets a finger dip inside you. Cash let out a moan, you were so tight, so wet, and all his.

            “Fuck, you’re so tight, Butterfly” he groaned adding another finger and angling them up to hit your G-spot as he pumped them in and out at a steady pace. You were so reponsive to everything he did. Your eyes roll into your head feeling a pleasure you didn’t know your body was capable of. Jack never made you feel like this, he could never bring you to climax. And Cash had gotten you so close in mere minutes You let out a needy whine when Cash withdraws his fingers from inside you for a moment. Your eyes fly open to look at him. Cash stares at you with dark eyes adoring that you craved him as much as he craved you.

            “I just want to taste you, baby, hold on” he said sweetly, rubbing your leg reassuringly before adjusting the pillows behind your head. “Don’t close your eyes, Butterfly. I want you to look at me while I make this pretty cum, hm” he purred, lowering his head between your legs. Taking in your pretty flushed heat with hungry eyes.

            “Okay” you cry out breathlessly, Cash places a tender kiss on your thigh before letting his tongue make a few teasing passes against your bud, you tasted like heaven and he regreted not being the first to have you. He watches you try to grind against his mouth for more friction desperately needing him to put you over the edge. Cash throws his long arm across your stomach, pining your hips in place. He needed to savor this moment, wished he could film it really but he wasn't sure you'd be open to that.

            “I’m just savoring you, my love; you taste so good. Be patient” he whispers teasingly, you narrow your eyes at him. Cash chuckles before finally slipping his fingers back inside of you loving how your walls flutter around them he couldn’t wait to feel you on his cock. He steadily increased the pace of his strokes wanting to hear all the pretty sounds you made leave your lips, he finally latches onto your clit eating you out rapidly. You cry out with your hands clutching the sheets in your fists, trying to keep your eyes from rolling into your head again. Cash moans against you, removing his fingers so he can thrust his tongue into your wet heat. You move a hand to grip his hair, trying to bring him as close as you can as you let out a string of depraved sounding moans and cries. Cash lifts his head up so he can speak to you, shoving and angling his fingers back inside your tight pussy.

            “I know you’re close, Butterfly, cum for me” he said, putting his mouth back on your clit and letting up a bit on your stomach so you can grind into him loving every pass you make. Staring into each other’s souls, you let out a shriek of pleasure as you feel your walls clenching around his fingers. Cash maintains eye contact with as he sucks your juices off his them. You groan at the action, feeling exceptionally filthy at how sexy you found it. “Can I have a kiss, baby?” he asked softly moving to hover over you with big eyes, you giggle breathlessly reaching up to cup his face.

            “Of course, you can” you said dreamily, Cash smiles at you before capturing you in a sweet kiss, you could tast yourself on him. He pulls away and strokes your hair affectionately, resting his forehead against yours.  

            “Can I make you mine now, Butterfly” he whispered, you nodded in reply trailing your hand down his sculpted chest. Cash gives you one last kiss before standing up to remove the last thing separating the two of you, something about feels oddly poetic. You perk up moving to kneel at the edge of the bed, your whole body is quivering in equal amounts of need, want, and anticipation. Cash maintains your gaze for a moment before gently bringing your hand to his waistband.

            “Do you want to do it; do you want to be my good girl, Y/N” he coos, you nod frantically practically tearing them off him. Cash chuckles darkly thinking of every filthy thing he'dget you to do for him eventually loving the way you take his cock in with pretty wide eyes. You admire him for a long moment feeling your mouth go dry,the feel of him definitely didn’t do him justice, he’s huge both in size and girth, you desperately wanted to lick the precum off of it. You begin to wonder if it’ll even fit inside of you.

            “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle” he assures you, leaning down to kiss the top of your head.

            “I don’t want you to be gentle. I’m not that delicate” you said confidently, hoping maybe you’ll believe yourself. You know Cash sees right through this as he leans down to whisper in your ear. He didn't want to hurt you too bad, he still saw you as his frail little butterfly. Even though he very much wanted to fuck you as hard as he could.

            “We’ll start slowing and see how you feel. You nodded to my question before, but I need to hear say it, Butterfly. So, I’ll ask you again, do you want to be my good girl” he repeats seductively, laying hot kisses on your neck and shoulders. You suck in a sharp breath as you shudder against him, feeling your walls slick with your arousal again.

            “I want to be your good girl, Cash. Please make me yours” you moan out, Cash growls in approval giving you a firm but gentle shove onto the bed. Grabbing the underside of your knees he pulls you swiftly to the edge. You raise your hips as high as you can in an attempt to meet his waist.

            “Why are you so damn tall” you breathed impatiently, Cash chuckled under his breath, pushing your hips back down. He placed one of his knees beside you on the bed. Staring at you like you were a piece of prey.

            “Legs up, baby” he commanded gently, you bring your knees up to your chest almost instantly. Cash bites his lip at the act of submission before angling your legs a specific way. He gazes at you with dark, mischievous eyes. You raise your eyebrow at him slightly, but don’t say anything, Cash seems to be able to read your mind and answers your unasked question. “The butterfly position for my beautiful Butterfly “ he crooned, you flush a bright shade of pink as he positions himself at your entrance, making a few passes on your wet slit, coating his large cock with your juices before pushing the tip inside you. You unintentionally tense up beneath him, Cash moves to run his hands in soothing motions on your hips, and you relax almost instantly as he rests his forehead on yours.

            “I love you, go ahead and stretch me out I can take it” you whispered, Cash stares at you with loving eyes before thrusting into you slowly; pausing every so often to let you adjust. You let out a soft cry when you feel him bottom out inside of you, you feel so full, and you wonder how you stretched so perfectly for him. Cash peppers your face with kisses as he whispers sweet nothings and words of encouragement.

            “Good job, you’re such a good girl” he praises you; you blush, looking at him sheepishly rocking your hips in small circles. Cash chuckles knowing that he's found a kink of yours so quickly “oh you like praise, I’ll praise you forever, Butterfly” he croons pulling out before thrusting in you again slowly wanting to feel every fold of your insides. You moan as he sets a slow pace. You dig your nails into his shoulders. He hisses in pleasure at you, marking him as yours before leaning down to mark you as his as well, leaving as many lovebites as he can. Loving how you mirror his actions.

            “Oh Cash” you sigh softly, Cash lifts your hips off the bed with one hand slightly to hit you at a different angle before pinching one of your nipples roughly. You let out a string of cries and moans as he gradually increases his pace.

            “Oh, Y/N you feel so good. This pretty little pussy was made for me, right” he grunts.

            “Oh, yes made for you. Fuck, please fuck me harder, Cash. You feel so good inside me” you cry out dazed, feeling your second orgasm quickly approaching, Cash growls gripping both of your hips so hard, you were sure you’d have bruises but can’t bring yourself to care. Cash accepts your request pounding into you as hard as he can, until the only sounds filling the rooms are your shared filthy cries of pleasure and the slapping of skin on skin.

            “Does my good girl want to cum again for me” Cash grunts, as his thrusts grow more erratic. You were so perfect for him.

            “Yes, Cash please, please i want to cum on your cock” you beg, Cash growls rubbing your swollen clit frantically. Continuing relentlessly pounding into you, you dig your nails so deep into his arms you’re certain you draw blood. Cash is too wrapped up in you to notice as he looks deeply into your eyes. You stare back at him.

            “Cum all of this cock, Y/N and I’ll fill you up. I’m yours. Only yours” he pants out, you shriek until your voice is hoarse as your second orgasm comes crashing in on you. Cash shudders above you, letting out an animalistic grunt and repeated cries of your name as he spills his load deep inside you. You reach out to him, Cash doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you, lifting you up and pulling you into his chest. He doesn’t pull out as he sits down where he just scooped you up from you both cling to each other, trying to catch your breath, nuzzling your faces in the other’s neck, placing kisses on each other, and stroking the other’s hair. Mirroring each other like you were in perfect synchronicity, in sync. You let out a content, tired sigh against him and you feel Cash’s chuckle rumble through out your whole body.

            “You need a nap already, Butterfly, you slept for fourteen hours” You could hear the amusement in his voice and turn your head to look up at him with a dreamy smile.

            “No, I’m weak, I haven’t eaten anything yet, remember. Feed me, then I’ll cuff you to the bed and we can go another round” you said playfully, Cash narrowed his eyes playfully at you before finally pulling out of you, setting you gently on the bed. You watch him lazily pull his pants back on before picking up his shirt.

            “Come here, Butterfly” he cooed beckoning you to him with a finger, you scoot to the edge of the bed because your legs feel like spaghetti noodles. Cash chuckles softly dressing you up in his shirt and loosely buttoning a few buttons, you giggle at how gigantic it looks on you, before reaching up to him with a sweet smile.

            “Carry me please, Cashy” you say sweetly, Cash happily scoops you up and carries you out of the room and down the hallway.

            “Wait, what did Cindy say” you ask narrowing your eyes at him playfully. Cash chuckled placing a quick kiss on your cheek as he made it to the top of the stairs.

“Oh, so now you wanna know, huh” he said with an amused glint in his eyes as he carries you down the stairs gently. You giggle raising your eyebrows at him expectantly.

“Yeah I really wanna know, you were a good boy and all but I need all the info so I can fully move past this misstep of yours. Tell me about your mistress Officer Ewing” you said teasingly, Cash rolled his eyes at you setting you on a stool at the kitchen island before heading towards the fridge.

“I was never even into her that way. You’ve been the only girl occupying my thoughts and dreams since I was seven, Butterfly. You seem to be under the impression that you and Cindy were both vying for my affections, but the truth is Cindy and I were both vying for your affections” Cash said smugly, you furrowed you eyebrows together.

“Huh” you said, looking at him in disbelief. Cash let out a deep chuckle.

“That day at the movies, I only left to go to the bathroom and get you Twizzlers from the concession stand. You said you didn’t want any but I knew you did, anyway, the line was insanely long it was Valentines Day after all. I was just waiting patiently when Cindy popped up out nowhere and asked if she could give money for what she wanted because she didn’t want to wait in line. I said sure just to be nice and then she started talking my ear off for like fifteen minutes straight. We bought our stuff and I told her I had to go because you waiting for me but she wouldn’t let me leave, she just kept talking and then out of nowhere she threw herself at me. I didn’t even kiss her back, Y/N and it wasn’t very long. She stopped pretty quickly but I guess that because she got what she wanted, you ran out. And then Cindy just left like nothing happened, I was so confused but went back in to be with you, I may have also been planning to kiss you that night but that doesn’t matter now. I just thought you went to bathroom but after twenty minutes I got worried and went back to the lobby to find you asked some girl to see if you were in the bathroom, you weren’t. I went looking for you everywhere you know, Butterfly that’s the only reason it took me that long to get home” he said placing a reassuring kiss on your cheek.

“Awww, you were going to kiss me. I’m sorry I left, so you’re saying Cindy did all that because she was jealous” you cooed blushing, you guess you really were just as oblivious as he was.

“I forgive you, and yeah, she told me all about this when I ran into her and her girlfriend the other day. She didn’t realize why she hated how much time you and I spent together you know, she knew she liked getting your attention and picking on you but she hadn’t realized it was because she was attracted to you. Until she kissed me to make you mad and she figured out she didn’t enjoy it like she thought she would and she felt really bad when you ran out crying. After she figured that out she did everything in her power to keep us apart. You’re just that irresistible, Y/N” he crooned with a smug smile, setting a sandwich in front of you. You gave him an apologetic look and puppy dog eyes.

“I’m sorry for holding that over your head, but again…” you said pointedly. Cash rolled his eyes before taking a seat next to you.

“Communication is your friend, yeah, I got it, now eat your sandwich. And no, I won’t share you anyone else, man or woman, so don’t even ask” he said with a smirk. You rolled your eyes playfully giving him a slight smirk.

“That’s okay, clearly, I don’t like sharing either, Cash. It’s like I talk but it goes in one ear and out the other. My only request is that we at least have sex once in my bedroom at my mom’s house. I think it’ll be really kinky if you defile me in the first place I ever had an orgasm while thinking of you” you said nonchalantly, taking another bite of your sandwich glancing at him for a moment, Cash looked at you dumbfounded.

“While your mom’s there” he asked in a hushed tone looking at you with wide eyes and rosy cheeks. You gave him a smug smirk and wiggled your eyebrows at him.

“Yes, we can play your little game from earlier and everything. Although, I think she’d really be into hearing us actually, you should see the nightie she put in my duffle bag” you said coyly, a wide grin spread it’s way onto Cash’s face as he looked at you.

“I’m beginning to think you liked me kidnapping you more than you let on, Butterfly. You’re a kinky little minx, I didn’t think it was possible for me to love you more than I already did.” he crooned, pulling you into a sweet kiss.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

[lightning-themultifury]

I kinda wanna do something like a little one on one with TFP Optimus between Light and him.

(Expect angst 🫠)

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(Insert title here. Idfk)

Optimus was working as per usual. The kids weren’t around so there wasn’t much to do aside from plain and “simple” work. As much as it was quiet it felt off… in the sense that something just felt wrong to him. Actually he hasn’t seen or heard from Lightning in a few weeks actually. He wasn’t her guardian per se, but he still cared about her well being. Optimus wanted to start looking for her or see if any of the kids would know or even his Autobots.

There was slight panic running amuck inside him that it clouded his processor and made it hard for Optimus to focus. Weeks had gone by and Lightning finally returned from Primus knows where, but she looked… off. There was not much vibrant colors to her and she looked severely tired. It was none of his business, but the least he could do was check on her.

“Lightning…? Are you alright?”

He’d ask quietly since Lightning looked like she was on the verge of falling asleep.

“I’m fine… for the most part…”

Lightning sounded severely tired and her voice almost hoarse.

“Do you want me to take you home? You don’t look well.”

The mech asked another question.

“I’m fine, Optimus… Just… tired…”

Lightning replied quietly. Optimus may not be the best when it comes to human emotions or any emotions in general, but he’d be damned if he didn’t try.

“Are you sure?”

The mech then asked.

“I’m sure…”

She’d tiredly respond.

Optimus despite his own internal feelings let her be, though is he going to leave it alone? No. Hours later he’d find a very wide awake Lightning laying on the couch were the other teens usually sit upon, but it was night so they were home after visiting the bots after school.

Lightning seemed distant and she looked more exhausted than usual which Optimus recognized immediately.

“Lightning…?”

He’d softly call out to the girl.

“Are you alright?”

He’d then ask. It was hard to even get any type of background out of her. Hell— no one even knows her legal name, she just goes by Lightning and that’s it.

It was quiet for a little bit before she shifted from laying on her stomach on the couch to on her back and ever so minutely turned her head in Optimus’ general direction.

“I…”

Lightning started before her voice fell flat.

“Don’t know anymore…”

“It hurts to do anything… I can’t… live without fear like— someone is waiting for me around every corner trying to hurt or end me…”

as much as she wanted to continue she stopped the moment she started tearing up. Optimus then spoke up.

“A lot seemed to have happened to you when you were gone, hasn’t it?”

Just from the bits alone told a great length of what she may had faced. He himself knew that, just like he is, Lightning was a type of change that the human populace would come to fear and dehumanize. Similarly to how he and his Autobot’s were when first arriving to Earth.

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CUTTING IT OFF THERE BECAUSE I AM TOO LAZY TO FINISH

[more-mitaori]

Chapter 9

The echo of the final bell rang in Yui’s ears as she started to make her way from the lockers. The phantom ringing accompanied hurried words from Alice as she had rushed out of the school. “I’m going with Esther today, sorry! We, um… we have a lot to catch up on, ehe.”

Yui wasn’t bothered by this, of course. Esther hadn’t been back that long, and she had been gone longer than before this time. Even without the drama, Alice tended to cling to Esther on the way home from school on particularly bad days anyway. The event, in isolation, never really registered with Yui.

Today, however, was different. When the sun set, Yui would have to meet with Esther on her grandfather’s home turf to back up a bet made in complete haste and emotional cloudiness. She would honor it if she lost, of course, but she wasn’t excited about the prospect of potentially leaving Mitakihara on her own, and abandoning Alice and everything Yui had built over the years.

As if on cue, Midori tapped Yui lightly on the shoulder. “Don’t tell me you’re suddenly jealous of Alice’s older sister or something, Yui.”

Yui scoffed, a playful retort natural for these sort of interactions. “Jealous? As if. Esther’s not really my type.”

Midori choked a bit, not expecting the reply. “Th-That’s…! That’s not what I meant, Yui!” Ignoring Yui’s laughter, she continued. “Look, I know something’s going on between you two. Things have been super tense lately, and in case you forgot, I kinda have to be good at picking up on these things.”

“Around Koharu? Yeah, you gotta be sharp to keep up with her. Seriously, I dunno how she does it. Runnin’ a club in her first year -and- reviving the school paper? That’s dedication.”

Yui’s redirection seemed to work, as evident by Midori’s heavy sigh. “Don’t I know it. You know, Mom really tried to fight her on that at first. She told me once that she didn’t want Koharu following in her footsteps. Mom can take the kinda criticism and vitriol that comes her way from being a journalist, but Koharu…”

“Y’know the kid’s way tougher than you give her credit for, right? Give her room to breathe and see how far she goes. Just be ready to be there for her if things go south.”

Midori sighed again, pinching the bridge of her nose between her thumb and index finger. “Yeah, about that. She’s been really tense lately. Something’s eating at her, but surprising no one, she’s not talking about it.”

“I’d offer, Midori, but she doesn’t really like me all that much. And that’s fine, really. I know what I’m about. I’m not for everyone. But, hm. Think she’d open up to Alice?” Yui’s tone was calm and genuine. She was bad at tempering how she felt, but that left her with an air of blunt honesty. Unlike others who bragged about how they ‘told it like it was’, Yui was sure to be honest when it came to positive criticism, too.

“If we can find a crowbar big enough to pry her away from Esther for five minutes, sure.” Midori sighed one more time. “In any case, my sister isn’t the only one who’s tense lately. Your jokes were down by about thirty percent from our last practice!”

Yui shook her head. “I’ll make up the difference next time, you can look forward to it. But lemme guess, I should ‘take some time and relax’, right? Alice said the same thing to me yesterday.” She was beginning to sense a pattern from her friends, not to mention her grandfather. She only lamented that her facade had slipped enough for them to notice in the first place. Or perhaps, Yui allowed in her head, that her friends were close enough to notice when Yui had a lot on her mind.

“I know,” Yui joked, “maybe I’ll skip town for a bit. Go on vacation. School be damned, right?”

“Oh, don’t even joke about that, Yui! You know what Esther being away did to Alice this last week! What do you think would happen to her if -you- just up and vanished, hmm? It’d crush her! She’ll never admit it around the rest of us, but we all know. She needs you, Yui. Just like she needs Esther. You’re her rock too, you know!”

Yui was quiet for a moment before responding. “Damn, man. You’re layin’ it on pretty thick for just one of my shitty little jokes, huh?”

“I -am- serious, Yui. We’ve known each other for years now. I know when you’re hiding your real feelings behind a crappy one-liner.” Midori folds her arms across her chest, giving Yui a stern look before starting to walk away. “So… don’t go doing anything stupid. Okay?”

Watching in silence, Yui waited for Midori to leave before gathering her bag with a sigh. “…You’re really good at kicking my ass too, Midori. God damn… but maybe that’s just what I needed right now. Forget Esther. I can take on the whole goddamn world, so long as it meant I could keep you all safe in it.”

* * *

The opening of a can was the starting pistol that Yui needed. Her plan, at least in her sixteen year old head, was to rush out while her grandfather was mid drink of his beer. By the time he’d realize what was going on, Yui would be out of the apartment. The sun was just starting to set, and Garou was only on his first beer. This concerned Yui, but she was patient enough to wait for this.

Sneaking out through the window wasn’t an option. It wouldn’t take long for him to piece together that she was sneaking into -his- arena to have a grudge match against the girl that beat him the night before. By then, the repercussions would be far more severe. At least this way, his lecture afterwards would come with a sarcastic remark and an inch of respect for Yui’s technical honesty.

One deep breath, and Yui broke into a swift stride, just shy of a run from her bedroom door to the living room. Her eyes were locked on the front door to the apartment. “OkayPopsheadingoutgotstufftodobebacklaterokaycoolbye—”

“Goin’ to the arena, are you, kid?” Garou’s voice cut Yui’s plan clean through, and she froze in her tracks. “Heh. Got a lot to learn if all it takes to lure you out is a can.” He held out a pink can towards Yui, which had just been opened. The scent of sickly sweet soda filled the air.

Yui hesitated, then took the can. “No sense hiding it then, huh? You already know.” With a sigh, she turned to face her grandfather. His expression was calm as he stared at her, waiting. “I’m going to fight that chick that beat you last night.”

“Like fuckin’ hell you are, kid.” His reply was simple, his voice low. “I didn’t raise no revenge chasin’ hothead.”

“Revenge?” Yui scoffed, but dropped her act as soon as she caught his gaze again. “Okay, maybe that’s a part of it. But it’s more than that. I know this girl.”

“Go on.” Garou leaned back in his chair, the air of a mob boss waiting for his lackey’s excuse for ignoring his orders. It was muscle memory, perhaps, or a part of his mind that yearned for the days of old.

“…She’s Alice’s overprotective older sister. Wants me to stay away from her for some dumbass reason. I wanna keep the band together. So I made a bet.”

Garou broke into a quiet laugh. “Ha, now that’s rich. Well, I’m still half right anyway. You’re a goddamn no-good hothead, Yui. But the reason checks out. So what’s the bet, anyway? You last longer ‘n I did and she can’t get in your way no more or somethin’?”

“Jeez… when’d you get psychic powers, Pops?”

“I’ve been in the game longer than you’ve existed, kid, an’ twice over, too. I’ve seen it all. Done more than that.” He then lit a cigarette, taking a rather long drag, as if to torture Yui with the wait of it. “Well, fine. Go on then. Just don’t lose. I didn’t raise no loser, got it?”

Yui smirked, heading for the door after a quick nod to her grandfather. “I don’t plan on losin’, Pops.” Yui then darted out under the crystal clear evening sky.

* * *

The roar filling the secret, underground arena was deafening compared to the night before. The promoter of the fight club seemed to have done too good a job at booking and billing the ‘revenge match’. There weren’t any posters, but if there were, Yui suspected her face would have been all over them. “Jeez. So much for keepin’ the heat down on this place. How many cops are here now, I wonder…?”

Yui half expected and fully imagined entrance music as she walked down the aisle towards the cage. She had never actually fought in this arena before, but she was widely anticipated as the heir to Garou Arashi’s legacy in the ring. Often, Yui would be asked when she would step up and don the mantle of ‘Princess Arashi’ in full.

She never gave a straight answer, of course. Keeping people in suspense drew them to watch her grandfather. The more that came to witness ‘King Arashi’, hoping one day to see his throne usurped by his granddaughter, the more he got paid. The more he got paid, the more breathing room they had to keep their tiny apartment, as well as food and electricity.

Still, Yui thought, tonight was almost -too- crowded. Was her debut that widely anticipated? No, she answered to herself. They just wanted to see the person who held the record for knocking King Arashi down a peg again, this time avenged by his heir apparent.

Rather than showboating, she simply assumed Garou’s stance. She knelt down in the center of the ring, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, appearing to meditate. She had his mannerisms down perfectly, and this was validated by a sudden pop from the audience. Struggling to contain her smug grin, she knew she had the home field advantage. Not that this stopped Esther last night, of course, but Yui needed all the help she could get.

Just as she imagined music for her own entrance, Yui’s mind wandered to some pretentious music as Esther made her way down to the ring. Internal Latin chanting and heavy strings drowned out the announcer’s voice.

The first thing that Yui noticed, of course, was that Esther was in her Magical Girl attire. She was transformed. Of course, Yui was as well, but her expression darkened. They may have had the same idea, in the end, but it still annoyed Yui to see Esther stoop to such lengths to keep her away from her sister.

What this meant, in the end, was that both girls meant business. Yui would have to give her all in order to survive. She had no delusions of winning, of course. The bet was to last longer than Pops did. The official time for last night’s bout was one minute, fifty six seconds. If Yui could hang on for the full two minutes, she would win the bet.

Yui rose to her feet, staring Esther in the eyes. Or as well as she could through a pearl-white opera mask. This wasn’t part of Esther’s attire, of course. She brought it to this venue in order to hide her face. Yui didn’t bother, of course. She was too well known here to try and hide.

Esther was staring back into Yui’s eyes, both girls’ expression calm, yet with the underlying tension of what both girls put on the line. Esther losing meant that she would have to deal with Yui without interference, and Yui losing would mean leaving town, abandoning Alice to her fate. As they took simultaneous fighting stances, the crowd— and even the air itself stood in total silence, only broken by a single word through the speakers.

“BEGIN!”

The bell rang, and both girls came out swinging.

Yui was just a hair faster, a straight punch from her right arm, seemingly extending to land between Esther’s eyes. Esther staggered back a step, then another before Yui followed up with a left hook to the older girl’s cheek. Her third hit missed, however, as Esther ducked under the swing of Yui’s right arm, rolling behind her. Yui managed to buy just a few seconds before Esther would retaliate.

Esther started with a straight jab into Yui’s side, just above her kidney. She was throwing faster, lighter punches to try and knock Yui off balance. Sure enough, Yui would try to counter with a hard, slow yet powerful swing, only to be met with several quick punches before Esther would jump back.

Not giving Yui any room to breathe, she lunged forward. Her knee was blocked by Yui’s palm as it rose towards her stomach, but Esther was still quick enough to sling a harsh left hook into Yui’s cheek.

Again Yui stumbled, but she didn’t fall over just yet.

Esther lunged again, though this time, Yui rolled between the swinging arm and knee, jumping with dexterity that Esther had not anticipated, and brought a swinging kick to the small of Esther’s back.

This time, Esther stumbled, though she stayed balanced.

She turned, a crazed look flashing in her eyes. Yui had kept an internal clock running in her head, though she knew it wasn’t completely accurate. This was the point when Esther usually took control in their spars. Yui would get a couple little hits in, and it would set Esther off enough to end the fight in a hurry.

Yui had to have planned for this in order to survive to the end of the timer she set for herself.

Esther’s rage finally broke through. A flurry of punches and kicks, aimed all over Yui’s body followed. It was all Yui could do to prevent any of Esther’s attacks from knocking her over. If Yui went down, it was all over. She blocked what she could, dodged what she couldn’t, yet each blow took more and more energy out of Yui.

Her legs trembled as she struggled just to stay standing, managing to glimpse Esther readying a knockout punch. Just before it reached Yui’s face, however, Esther stopped, her eyes widening in shock. The audience looked around, equally confused, both at Esther’s hesitation, and the sound that ever so softly resonated through the arena.

A clap of thunder, somehow audible this far below ground, had been heard through the entire arena.

Yui smirked, just enough for Esther to see it. Esther, meanwhile, had been frozen in pure shock. She couldn’t ask the question out loud, she couldn’t dare risk the audience hearing that their ‘costumes’ were, in fact, actual battle attire for a world they could never understand. The secret must be kept at all costs.

But her eyes shone with the question all the same. ‘Are you using your powers in our fight?! How could you sink so low, to use -magic- during our duel? Is this wager no longer sacred?!’ It was this question, burning on the surface of Esther’s soul that put such a smug expression on Yui’s face. As if to emphasize, or perhaps give the answer that Yui couldn’t give out loud, another soft, subtle yet fully audible rumble of impossible thunder resonated in the little cage, and the stands surrounding it.

Most importantly, this bought Yui a fair amount of time. Battered and worn out, Yui knew that this distraction would be the edge she would need to stay up longer than her grandfather.

His fight had lasted just shy of two minutes. This was due to Garou spending time sizing up his opponent, and taking more calculated, methodical attacks. Esther, meanwhile, was spending time waiting for Garou to leave an opening to exploit. On the other hand, Yui was far more reckless, charging in from the moment the bell rang. Esther, in turn, was exploiting this, and had far more on the line to win and lose this time.

Still, Yui knew that this parlor trick wouldn’t be enough to secure the time she would need to win their bet. Running on fumes and a second wind, Yui pushed forward again. A quick jab, a swift right hook followed by a left to the ribs, and a quick spin before delivering a back kick into Esther’s stomach.

Esther stumbled back, coughing as she dropped to one knee. Yui’s mind raced with possibility and opportunity. She might not even have to merely -survive- here, she thought. She could -win-. The idea was intoxicating. All Yui had to do was run forward, bring her heel down on the back of Esther’s head, and the bell would ring in her favor. She would win the bet, and have a clean win over Esther, the first ever in the two Magical Girls’ history.

Despite her imagination, however, Yui’s grandfather’s words played in her head like a song on repeat. “I didn’t raise no revenge chasin’ hothead.” It was enough to leave the embers of logic burning in Yui’s mind.

Yui stepped back, letting Esther catch her breath. She would rise to her feet seconds later, assuming a stance after wiping the corner of her mouth on her sleeve. The first time Esther’s white outfit ever showed a red streak. She scoffed. “I thought you’d take the bait. I guess I underestimated you. Either way, though, I think it’s time I ended this.”

In a flash, Esther was once more in Yui’s face, and the assault she delivered was far more intense than at the start of the bout. Before, Yui could block and dodge, but this time, each hit felt like a car crash condensed into singular spots on Yui’s body. Finally, two final punches left, one to Yui’s cheek, and a straight right punch to Yui’s neck.

Coughing heavily herself now, Yui collapsed to a single knee, shuddering as she tried to stand. Her energy gave out, however, and still holding her neck, Yui fell onto her side. The bell rang, and the crowd erupted into a thunderous cacophony that rivaled Yui’s feint just a minute prior. The announcer’s voice somehow made itself heard through all the noise. “Here is your winner, The Phantom of Cursed Blood!”

Esther, however, showed no pleasure in the victory. Instead, her expression was sour, and she made her way slowly out of the cage and to the backstage area. Yui slowly staggered to her feet, still clutching her neck and coughing, but through the crowd’s rowdy noise, she felt herself gain the energy to stand.

With a smirk and a wave, playing the crowd for a bit, she would limp and crawl her way back towards Esther. Finding her leaning against a wall, eyes closed, Yui broke the deafening roar of the personal silence between them. “Heh… two-o-nine. I win by thirteen seconds, Esther.”

Esther was silent. Her expression, both before and now, showed that she already knew the outcome. She won the fight, and quite possibly the biggest prize that this arena had ever given out, but she knew, deep down, that she lost the -real- fight tonight.

“So, you’re gonna keep your word, right? No more tryin’ to keep me an’ Alice—”

“Don’t you -dare- imply that I would go back on my word,” Esther hissed before Yui could finish her sentence. “The terms were crystal clear. I couldn’t keep you down in time. I will make no further attempt to keep you away from my sister. -Congratulations-, Yui. You won. Now do me a favor and don’t rub this in my face any longer than you have to.”

Yui scoffed, followed by a deep, labored cough. “Don’t get so down about it. You still won, in the end. Just lost our little bet. Didn’t know the big bad mentor of Mitakihara was afraid of a little thunder, though.”

Surprisingly for Yui, however, Esther did not show any anger at Yui’s admittance. Instead, a sickening smirk crept across her face. “No, I suppose neither of us could resist using magic in the end. Not with so much at stake.” Kicking off the wall, she walked past Yui by a few steps, savoring the confusion on her face.

“Wait… you…? But I didn’t—” Her words were cut off by another coughing fit, Yui’s hand firmly clutching the wound on her throat. Esther merely smiled, walking away without another word.

What the hell, Yui thought? She’d been trying to heal from the second the bell rang after their fight ended. Most of the bumps and bruises faded by now, but those last two hits were still as sore, stinging the entire time. She’d initially thought that it was just two heavy knockout blows. They did hurt worse than usual, sure, but the last hits always did.

Yui rushed to the backstage restrooms. They were equally run down, compared to the rest of the arena, but there was still one mirror that hadn’t been shattered completely yet. As she caught sight of herself in the mirror, her eyes widened in horror, seeing pale white embers fading ever so slowly along her cheek. Pulling her hand away from her neck, the strange ghostly pale flame flickered before fading on her neck as well.

“…Oh son of a bitch,” Yui muttered. Touching the wounds, the burn marks and pain refused to settle. Dropping her transformation, she touched her Soul Gem to the marks, only to wince in a fresh pain. Esther was neither lying nor bluffing about using her magic, and for the first time since Yui had met her, she finally had a read on what that magic was.

* * *

It took Yui longer than usual to return home. She seemed to walk on autopilot the entire way back. Opening the front door to the apartment, she found her grandfather awake, seemingly waiting for her. Instead of a beer can, Yui noticed an envelope in her grandfather’s right hand.

“Ah, that bad, huh?” Her grandfather’s voice was softer than usual, much more serious and much less cutting. “Didja last longer ‘n I did, at least?”

“Yeah. That was the goal, Pops.” Yui’s voice was equally soft this time, much less sarcastic and just as serious. “But I paid for it.” Her cheek and neck had been bandaged, somewhat sloppily. She had patched herself up, but it was more to hide the wounds rather than actually heal them. Yui would have to figure that part out later.

Garou gave an approving smirk, nodding his head before holding out the envelope. “So your fight’s just beginning then, ain’t it? Well, you got some homework to do on that Rinju girl.”

Yui doesn’t say another word, hesitantly stepping forward to take the envelope into her hand. Yeah, she thought. Homework. This was definitely far from over.

<= Chapter 8 ~ * ~ * ~ Chapter 10 =>

[phone4pills]

CHRIS DOESN’T BEG dealer!Chris x vet!Reader

smoking, vague mentions of animal injury, a little angst, toxic relationship, fake fluff

Removing your latex gloves, you walked out to the reception. It wasn’t as busy at it had been in the morning but there were still a good few creatures in the waiting room. Your phone was going off in your pocket. You rolled your eyes, opening the device and pressing on the messages app.

Chris

get out here

i want to see you

Gosh, the man was insufferable. You pulled on your jacket considering the temperature was dropping as fall rolled in. In a minute or so, you were making your way out the door that took you behind the small building where Chris was waiting for you. Blunt in hand. What a surprise.

You shook your head at the grin that settled on his face. His eyes scanned you up and down in your uniform, hair messily tied up, hands in your jacket pockets. A huff escaped your lips when he nodded his head back quickly, gesturing you towards him, leaning on the front of his car.

As much as you didn’t want to, your feet dragged you to Chris. You stood next to him, perching slightly on the hood of his mustang, watching as he took a drag of his shit. Without facing you, he asked, “How’re the animals treatin’ m’girl?” You sighed, silently recalling how many times you’d told him not to call you that.

“Fine, the rush has died down a little.” He nodded with a chuckle. Damn that stupid sound. That sound that made your heart flutter even though you promised yourself you’d resist. But it was useless, you were drawn to him. You’d ignored his messages all day. You thought you were on a roll. Until he actually showed up to your work. What were you supposed to do? Have him wait out there all day?

You knew he wouldn’t leave until you came out to see him, and you would rather have talked to him for a brief moment and send him on his way then have to walk out of the building at the end of the day and be forced to speak to him. That would be embarrassing. And you wouldn’t let yourself be embarrassed by him again.

“Nothin’ crazy today?” He pondered, wanting to hear more from you. To which you replied, “Y’know what they’re like. Getting ran over, knocking things down, the lot. And their owners are surprised when it results in a broken bone and a four-digit bill.”

Chris offered you the blunt, you were convinced you’d never turned down something so fast. “I can’t. And you shouldn’t be smoking back here anyway.”

Chris pushed himself off the hood and stood in front of you, feet pointed towards yours, his hand rested on the metal of the vehicle, trapping you where you were. You tutted, smelling the smoke from between his slightly parted lips. “Chris…”

“What’s with the attitude, ma? D’I do something?” You didn’t respond, only glancing to the side. But not for long, because the man’s hand found your chin, pulling you head to face him properly, tearing your gaze from the concrete ground. “Tell me.”

“Chris, you’re messed up. Who else pulls up to someone’s job with their eyes red off weed? I already told you, I can’t do this kinda shit.” A pout forms on your face as you stare up at him. Knowing Chris, you didn’t expect him to admit to anything emotional. All you could do was hope he understood you and maybe even felt bad.

“W’do y’a want, hm? You want me to start bringing coffees and shit? You’re lucky, y’know I could be with another girl right now. But I came here anyway. And now you’re telling me I shouldn’t have?”

I deep breath racked through your throat, filling your lungs before dispersing again. You find it hard to believe that the man could hear himself. And you wanted nothing more than to shout. To tell him loudly how much of a jerk he was. A beautiful and bewitching jerk. But before the words could slip from your lips, his head fell on your shoulder. His own lips planted kisses on your collarbone, groaning and humming. “I cut ‘em off okay? I only want you. Every part of you, baby. Please give me a chance.”

You wanted to melt into his embrace, to kiss him back. But deep down you knew fully well that it was just the grass talking. Chris was high out of his mind and it was obvious. Because Chris would never beg. Chris would never submit to you.

Your hand played with the hair on the back of his head, stretching and stroking. “Go home, Chris. Talk to me when you’re on the ground, not in the clouds.”

You called Matt to pick up his brother and went back into work with Chris on your mind. It was so hard to erase him from the confines of your head space. You wished he’d quit doing laps around your brain and just leave you alone. Especially when you had better things to be contemplating. Like the lives of innocent, and not so innocent, creatures.

Nevertheless, you texted him later that night.

Chris

this can’t happen again, Chris

you need to get it together

… typing

You didn’t bother reading the message, let alone waiting for it to send before you shut off your phone. You refused to let the thought linger on your mind and therefore, only moments later, you drifted off to sleep.

New AU! I’ve had this on my mind for a while and finally decided to launch the idea. AU. Send me ideas and inspo for the AU, also become an emoji anon, go to my anons page to see which ones are taken. And find more sturniolo works in my MASTERLIST. Love you guys. And I’m gonna be pissed if this doesn’t get any attention because half of you have been complaining about too much smut on here.

- ©phone4pills

[channelworldbluez]

ME GETTING HIGH AF FOR THE FIRST TIME……

So luck was on my side this week, if we can call it that, and it all started with Thursday, where because of a storm, got sent home early from work, but not only that, my partner for that workday was a super cool woman who stayed in my area and took me home instead of me taking the bus. So I decided to take this early opportunity to change into more comfortable clothes, catch the next available train to visit my gf and spend the day with her. Especially since 1.) I hadn’t seen her in a while because of work and 2.) had such a rough week with another work partner and needed some emotional support I guess.

Anyways this was us laid up in her momma bed watching tv and just vibing and cuddling with each other because her mom wasn’t home and knowing damn well if she wasn’t on vacation and caught us will be in fucking trouble lmaooo

Which was unfortunately cut short because her Aunt(who hates my ass) doesn’t like the fact that I’m snuggled close to her GROWN niece in a house that isn’t even hers(but my gfs mom) but whatever. She looks at me like I’m el Diablo because she’s so “super religious” and I have “bad vibes” 😒

Anyways, this leads to the weekend:

Since my company is on Storm Watch(meaning we can’t work if it’s storming due to safety) I got Friday off as well as the weekend. So I took this opportunity to book me and my gf a hotel for the weekend. Since every time we try to chill and be intimate, we can’t do shit without people bothering us plus the “woes of being an adult living at home blah blah blah”(dont worry I’m working on this and putting savings away) . So me and her just wanted one fucking day to just chill and fuck lmaoo.

So I booked the hotel on a Friday through the hotel app(this will be my first mistake) and head out closer to where she is and check in. Apparently , they didn’t see my reservation(even though they charged me) and made a new one. And despite being pissed tf off because now I got $400 on hold on my account, $200 of that apparently for no reason, I spent time talking to every fucking body and finally my bank said when it’s posted they’ll reverse the shit(since I have proof).

So I’m pissed about that, and still am as I go pick up my gf so we can get something to eat. But what happens next is wild and all started with this little thing:

Yes, that is a Sativa weed pen(or whatever tf it’s called and clearly this ignorance will make sense soon) we bought at the smoke shop near where we were gonna eat. My gf is like “yo let’s see what’s inside.” And I’m like yeah sure. Might even get me a nicotine pen while I’m here.

So we go in, greeted by two cool ass guys(what you would expect working at a smoke shop) and they’re just like ohhh we got some budget weed pens there like $15 but don’t let the price fool ya! They hit nice or whatever. And my gf goes bet I want one! So she’s gets the pen and takes it and is just going ham okay like the weed pro that she is! And the two guys there are like losing their minds and I’m just looking at my gf like “woahhh you’re so fucking cool” and then the she turns to me and says, “you should get one!”try it!”

Now me being the virgin baby who never does drugs ever I’m like sure okay what do I do puff it right???

And I do, and I’m immediately coughing up a storm because of this. And I’m like fine I don’t feel shit….waste of $15

But then it HIT ME LIKE A SEMI TRUCK.

We were leaving the smoke shop and headed to Metro(gf wanted to pay her phone bill right quick) and I’m all fine and dandy(still kinda pissed about the hotel double charge) but then I FEEL IT.

Time is slowing down, people are talking slowly, I’m moving slowly, I’m talking slowly, everything is SLOW.

And because it happened so quick, like my mood changes so quickly, I start freaking out, like panic attack mode, and I’m like telling my girl “I need to get out of here I need to leave!”

So she’s calming my high ass down, she’s like “we’ll get some food you’ll feel okay.” And I’m like in another world.

Sounds are more apparent to me, I notice the wind hitting me different(it was a windy day) I start smiling more when my gf hugs me, music sounds more intense to me, everything is just.:..more??? Nigga idk, but every time something would disrupt this calmness I’d panick and get disgruntled. Like when the food worker kept asking me shit(which is his job lol) I wanted to punch him lmaooo. So my gf is like let’s just go home and get you home.

So the walk home is…hazy….at best but…I know I was high af. Like is this why yall niggas smoke weed???? Well damn I see now….

So we get to her house, and I’m just like cuddling her and playing with her hair and like I feel sooooo goood and I’m listening to music and like music sounds different?? Like I noticed how different instruments sound like idk lmaooo.

My gf meanwhile is just enjoying the fuck outta this, and just holding me and laughing because I’m just saying all this dumb ass shit that comes to my head. And n she’s just consoling her dumb high ass gf at this point.

Also I’m hungry!!! I had like a sub sandwich plus a family size bag of hot Cheetos, milk, and some soda…. And some gummies and a whole box of cookies….

Anyways, I go head back to the hotel(she’s coming the following day) and just have the best sleep of my life as soon as I get in the room and got in the bed

Saturday:

Saturday I wake up finally myself lol. And then basically we started the day with some brunch at First Watch and went back to the hotel. We had this bomb ass sandwich

[seiyasabi]

Hunters vs Gatherers 3

(Here’s a Long awaited part three to my Yan Ushijima and Tendou x Girly Fem Reader story :)) I’m sorry for the wait, as there were some complications with the writing of this story. @kikyosamasblog and I came up with this installation of the story! The first part was written by her, but I completed it :)) Thank you for your patience. 

TW: !noncon/dubcon!, !cannibalism, choking!!, !violence/death (not reader), breeding!!, it’s kinda hardcore!, spanking!, Tendou is mean!, blood kink!, kinda body horror if u think ab it!!!, forced removal of birth control, !!medical malpractice,  no bodily autonomy, kidnapping, etc.. 

Please proceed with caution!)

It had been over two months since, well all that happened. You weren’t exactly content with your life but it could have been worse. For the most part, it’s been strange. . . but pleasant? Kiyoko was a comfort to be around even if her family were cannibals and consisted of lust-driven men but she made sure you weren’t abused or hurt in the slightest. This is why Satori hadn’t spent a single night alone with you. She made preparations so that Wakatoshi shared a room with you, even got a bigger bed so that the two of you would be comfortable. She also stayed true to her word, she didn’t force you to help outside but she did expect you to pull your weight inside which you did. Any skill you didn’t have previously she taught you and made sure they were perfected. As of now, you were helping her with dinner while the boys were outside working. 

“Ya add some of this, a lil of that, and yer done. Just wait till it boils, aight?” 

“Yes ma’am!” 

Satori stormed into the house, his complexion was a bit red no doubt from the scorching sun outside. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass. He poured himself some of the lemonade you’d made earlier before walking over to you. He took a sip, then slapped your ass causing you to yelp and touch your bum. 

“Not bad, Dolly.” 

“Please don’t do that-!” 

“Why the hell not? Yer my woman ain’t cha-OW! Ma!” 

“Shut yer mouth! She ain’t ya girl! You haven’t done a single thing to prove ya deserve her, ya hear! So get back to work!” 

Satori grumbled and put his glass down, mumbling something under his breath as he left the house. 

“What was that boy?!” 

“N-nuthin’!” 

“Thank you ma’am. . .” 

“Call me ma, seeing as how yer a part of  ‘dis family.” 

“Thank you. . .ma.” 

“Anyway, yer coming with me tomorrow.” 

“Where?” 

“Town. I need to get sum’ things. Besides, a change of place might do ya some good.” 

You smiled! This could be a great opportunity to escape, that is if it’s just you. You didn’t think much of it, showing too much emotion and she would be suspicious of you. 

“O-Of course!” 

“An’ stop being so damn nervous. I don’t bite,” 

“Right. . .” 

Fate had aligned itself perfectly. Surely tomorrow, you’d be a free woman. After dinner, you helped wash the plates. A hand grabbed you the moment you were done, it was Wakatoshi. No doubt eager to take you to your shared room and fuck you senseless. 

“Wait-!” 

“Not tonight, Wakatoshi. I’m taking her to town tomorrow and I need her to walk straight.” 

That single comment made you want to die, but she wasn’t wrong. You could barely feel your legs in the morning as it was! 

Wakatoshi nodded, he led you to the room where you’d get ready for bed and nothing more. Kiyoko, however, stayed behind to look at the calender. There wasn’t much written down, but she had excellent memory. From what she gathered and your belongings that she went through before handing them to Satori who then handed them to you, you were well prepared for this trip you were taking. Important documents that you figured they’d ask for your identity of course. Just what she needed for tomorrow. You were sitting down on your bed when Wakatoshi came out of the bathroom. Fully showered and ready to sleep, 

“I think it’s nice.” 

“Hm?” 

“Nice yer’ getting along with Ma. I thought you’d be difficult but I guess not.” 

“O-Oh, well thank you. Your mom is really nice, Wakatoshi.” 

“She is, but she can be real scary sometimes. Best not to anger her, know what I mean?” 

“Right, of course.” 

“Night, darlin’.” 

Waktoshi leaned to give you a kiss, wrapping his arms around you. Freedom was so close tomorrow, that much was certain. 

~ 

When you awoke that morning, you did what was expected. Kiyoko was already up and awake, starting on breakfast. 

“Morning. . .Ma.” 

“Mornin’ girl, c’mon. I just started.” 

Breakfast was simple to make but time consuming. Since Satori and Wakatoshi worked outside most of the time lifting and doing ‘hard labor’ you’d cook more than normal. Breakfast consisted of eggs, sausages (one that you were staying clear of since it was homemade), and toast. Nothing too over the top, just a typical white breakfast. Wakatoshi and Satori both came down after a while. They were eating their meal when Kiyoko announced her plans. 

“How long?” 

“Just a couple hours, I’ll be taking her with me, need help with the groceries.” 

“If you need help we can go with ya, ma.” 

“Nah, y’all gonna stay here and work. Make sure you take care of the house and yer chores, make sure no one wanders and snoops. Last thing I want to deal with are some wandering peepers getting a lil too close to our house.” 

Nodding, they both retreated. You were dressed in a cute sundress and white shoes, the dress was recommended by Kiyoko herself. She was wearing normal clothes, nothing too over the top. Seeing as how you were going to the city, Kiyoko wanted you to dress up. 

‘Shame, all these cute lil’ dresses and skirts but you don’t wear dem.’ 

“Let’s get going hun, we need to hurry up! We can’t be late.” 

“Oh, is there somewhere we need to be?” 

“All the fresh produce gets put out early, if we arrive late all the good stuff gets taken.” 

“Of course!” 

You walked over to her pick up truck, it wasn’t anything fancy but it wasn’t in shambles either. The seats were clean at least. She started it up and off she drove into town. The drive was a little over half an hour but the scenery was pleasant. Since the town was modernized most of the dirt and dry land was cleaned up to look nice. When you arrived into town and at the local grocery store, Kiyoko taught you how to check for freshness. 

“Feel this? It’s hard as a rock, it ain’t ready yet but this is too soft so it’s already bad. This one is good. Not too soft and not too hard. Understand?” 

“Yes ma’-ma!” 

After an hour at the store, Kiyoko managed to get plenty of food to last them for some time. After that, she went into a convenience store that held other non-food items such as toiletries, hygiene products, etc. Afterward, Kiyoko was driving somewhere else, a tall white building with the words, ‘Medical Center’ inscribed. 

“What are we going here for?” 

“Seeing as how yer gonna be staying with us from now on, I need to enroll you here. In a small town like ‘dis, we like to keep things simple and clean.” 

“Enroll? U-um exactly what does that mean?” 

Panic was spreading, your well kept secret quickly being uncovered without much thought. 

“Ya needa physician, ‘specially if ya get pregnant with ma grandchildren,” She gives an uncharacteristic smile at that, grabbing you roughly by the arm, and dragging you towards the chipped double doors. 

“Oh, um, I’m sure I’m fine-“ 

“Naw, we gotta make sure yer in workin’ condition, girl. Don’t be startin’ a fight with me,” Kiyoko all but kicks one of the doors open, dragging you to an uncaring secretary at a too large desk. 

“Good mornin’, how can I help y’all?” The woman drones as if you were bothering her, eyes looking anywhere but the two of you. 

“Now, don’t you get smart with me, Keari. Ya know why I’m here,” Kiyoko holds up your arm, giving it a good shake, “Ma wonderful boy found himself quite the catch, and we needa make sure she’s in tip-top shape.” 

The secretary sighs, “Of course. Do ya have her documents?” 

Kiyoko whips out a folder from her cross-body bag, slamming it onto the counter with a loud smack, “This good enough for ya?” 

“Tell yer girl that she needs’ta do her own paperwork,” She grumbles, shoving a pile of paperwork in your direction. 

You, with one hand, scramble to grab the messy pile, along with the folder containing your information, causing Kiyoko to laugh, “Jus’ do it here, ain’t no reason ta move.” 

Deciding to heed her words, you grab a random pen from the desk, and begin to fill out your personal information. You had to ask Kiyoko about the address, causing the secretary to raise an unimpressed eyebrow, but besides that, the rest of the paperwork was standard procedure.

Within the next fifteen minutes, an old woman stumbled out of the back, a fake looking nurse following close behind her, “Remember, Gladys! Ya need ta drink at least three glasses of water a day, ‘Kay? Can’t have ya bein’ dehydrated again.” 

“Don’t sass me, harlot. I know what you be doin’ after hours, and I don’ need ya tellin’ me what to do,” The nurse looks mortified, but doesn’t say anything, allowing the old woman to leave. 

Clearing her throat once the doors finally close, the nurse turns towards you and Kiyoko, fake smile straining, “Alrighty ladies, y’all ready fer yer exam?” You nod, standing up, expecting Kiyoko to stay seated, only for her to stand up with you. The nurse raises an eyebrow, “Kiyoko, there’s no need ta follow tha girl, I’m sure she’ll be fine.” 

Kiyoko waves her off, “Naw, (Your name) gets nervous ‘round doctors,” The nurse looks towards you, and you quickly nod. You don’t want to cause problems with the scary woman. 

“Whatever y’all say- follow me,” She leads you to the back, getting your height and weight out in the hallway between empty examination rooms. Once that information is taken, she brings you to an empty room towards the back. She gets your temperature, checks your blood pressure, and asks about your previous medical history. 

When all is done, she leaves, telling you that the doctor should see you shortly. 

Kiyoko watches you like a hawk all the while, taking in all your information without a hitch. She stares at you like you’ll disappear into thin air, making you shift uncomfortably. 

“Now, ya know better than ta make me look like a fool, right?” You nod in response, fiddling with your fingers out of anxiety. She still eyes you in disapproval, before dropping it, “Alright, better not let me down.” 

At the moment, a knock rings through the empty room, before opening in mere moments. A young man steps in, his glasses crooked on his nose, hair going every which way, “Good mornin’, I’m doctor Johnson, and I’ll be helping y’all today.” 

He closes the door behind him, and you and Kiyoko greet him. He sets your file down on the counter across of you, before shaking your hand. He nods in the direction of your unwanted mother-in-law, before sitting on a rolling chair close to your knee. 

“Alright, I’m gonna ask ya some questions, and do a few exams, that good with ya?” You nod, and he takes off his stethoscope. He places the earpieces in his ears, before practically grabbing you by the shoulders and pressing the listening piece to your chest. 

His tests are normal, checking your stomach, eyes, ears, etc.. But, the moment he asks you to take off your shirt, Kiyoko steps in. 

“Why she gotta do that? No lady likes bein stared at,” He gives an awkward chuckle, scratching the back of his neck. 

“I gotta make sure she ain’t got breast cancer, and I also need to make sure her vagina is healthy after that. It ain’t too bad, especially since you’re here with her.” 

Kiyoko eyes him wearily, as you practically piss yourself. He can’t give you a vaginal exam! She’ll know about your birth control! 

“Please don’t do the vaginal exam- that’s a bit too much.” 

He sighs, unconvinced, “I ain’t ever seen ya before, sugar. I gotta make sure you’re all good,” You pale, as Kiyoko pats you on the shoulder reassuringly. 

“You’ll be fine darlin’, he ain’t gonna do nothin’ nefarious, mama’s right here.” 

That didn’t make you feel better. 

The breast exam goes well, no lumps or anything. But, when the vaginal exam begins, the man whips out stirrups. And a speculum. 

“Please pull up yer skirt, I’ll make the exam quick,” You want to throw up, but stay strong. You grab the skirt of your sundress, exposing your white panties. You pull them down your legs, your coochie on full display. The doctor helps you put your feet in the stirrups, before spreading your legs at the knee. He grabs gloves, pulling them on with a bit of a struggle, before grabbing medical grade lube, and squirting a bunch into your opening. Shoving the stirrups in, he doesn’t give a moment to let you adjust, before he opens it ups completely, exposing your cervix and IUD string to everyone in the room. 

He nods in understanding, “Yer cervix looks good, I’ll add onto yer file that ya have an IUD.” 

“What’s an IUD?” Kiyoko asks from her seat, eying you wearily. 

“It’s a type of birth control,” The silence in the room is deafening, as an unreadable expression covers her entire face. 

“Ah, now I see why ya haven’t been gettin’ pregnant,” She jokes, but you can hear the bite in her tone, “Aren’t you and Wakatoshi tryin’ fer a baby?” You pause for a moment, before giving a small nod. 

“Yes, Ma. I was gonna ask him to remove it,” The young doctor looks giddy, as he practically claps with excitement. 

“Alright! I ain’t never did this before, but-“ He yanks the damn thing out without a second thought, causing you to scream out in pain. Beads of blood start to drip from your cervix, as tears dot your eyes. Even Kiyoko looks mildly disturbed by the sight, “Looks like yer all good. You ladies have a nice day!” 

That had to have been medical malpractice. Getting the damn thing in was a feat in itself, requiring multiple medical instruments. The man clearly had no idea how he was supposed to remove it. 

“Wait a damn minute,” The flighty male stops, confused by Kiyoko’s sudden anger, “What did ya just do? She ain’t s’posed to be bleedin’ like that, right? Did ya just put her at risk fer miscarryin’ in the future?” Not bothering to listen to their conversation any longer, you curl practically rip the speculum from inside of you (which the man, in his excitement forgot to take out), and haphazardly yank your white panties back on, a few beads of blood dotting the previously pristine fabric. Shoving down your dress, you try to stand up, but find your legs too weak to hold yourself up. You grab the table you were previously on, trying to stop yourself from falling, causing Kiyoko to look away from the doctor, and rush to help you. You knew that she was probably pissed off, but it seems her rising anger is currently directed at the medical professional in front of you. 

“Now look at ‘er! The girl can’t stand on her own damn feet!” She has your arm around her shoulder, allowing you to rest your weight against her with a small grunt, “Ya’ll will hear from my boy about this.” 

With that, she, and by association, you, stormed out of the doctor’s office. You can feel blood drip down your inner thighs, as tears dot your perfectly lined eyes. Your dress is going to be ruined and your uterus feels like it was ripped from your body. 

Kiyoko helps you into the truck, muttering about ‘ignorant ass assholes.’ You buckle yourself in with shaking hands, your skin paler than your normal (skin colour). 

Once your unwanted mother-in-law hops into the vehicle, you both dart off at a high speed. She’s constantly glancing at you, a stern look on her face, “Now, look what ya did to yerself! If ya only let yer body take its natural course, ya wouldn’t be feelin’ like death. Think about this consequence before ya ever do somethin’ this stupid again!” 

You’re crying by this point, tears of self pity and pain rolling down your pretty face. Your fingers fiddle with the truck door’s lock, your mind drifting to the idea of jumping out of the moving vehicle. Seemingly knowing where your mind is going, Kiyoko smacks you on the thigh, jarring you from your thoughts. 

“If ya jump outta this truck, I’ll make sure Satori does something unspeakable to ya. He’s already goin’ ta be given the ok to have his way with ya as punishment, don’t make me give him free reign.” 

Those words cause dread to settle deep into your bones, making you want to throw a full blown tantrum like a child. It’s one bad thing after another- you should’ve never left your home and gone on this trip. You should’ve never split up from your friends, and you should’ve never allowed them to take you alive. 

“Wha-what is he going to do?” Kiyoko is silent for a moment, before she responds in a blunt tone of voice. 

“He’s gonna have his turn with ya, try fer a baby,” This causes you to release a full blown sob, which she shushes harshly, “If ya wanted to be treated well, ya should’ve let Wakatoshi get ya pregnant. I’m sure he’ll fergive ya after Satori has his turn, but ya need to learn from yer mistakes.” 

The fright and pain causes you to fall asleep for the rest of the ride home, only to be roused by a large hand shaking you. Wakatoshi looks like he’s seen a ghost, as he stares down at your bloody lower half. The white dress you wore is completely saturated with your blood, both dried and wet against your skin. He unbuckles you and pulls you into his arms, rushing you into the family home. Satori is seen carrying all your grocery bags at once, face filled with a sadistic glee. 

“Mama told us what happened,” Waka tenses a bit when his brother speaks, but he continued to cradle you like you’re made from glass, “Ya should be glad that she’s not allowin’ me ta do what I want. If I had it my way I’d-“ 

“Stop talking,” Your green haired lover shuts the red head up, bringing you inside the farmhouse and setting you on the kitchen table. He flips up the skirt of your dress, eyes pouring over your ruined panties. Running two fingers against your pussy, he grunts in alarm at the warm blood on his fingers, “Why’d ya do it? Why’d ya let them put that… thing in ya?” 

You aren’t sure what he wants you to say, but you decide to be honest, “I don’t feel good when I’m on my period, so I wanted to stop it for a while. I also didn’t want to risk pregnancy if I ever had sex.” 

His eyes narrow at your words, his strong hands gripping at the fat of your thighs, “Children are a gift,” You flinch when he leans forward, his entire frame practically swallowing you whole, “I forgive ya for what ya did, but I ain’t gonna stop Satori from what he’s gonna do. Ya need to be punished.” 

You start to cry again, but he says nothing, only wiping away your tears with a fond look on his face. 

“I’ll be there when he’s done, ‘nd I’ll clean ya up,” With that, he releases you, before walking towards Satori, who just came inside with all the bags. 

“Feel free ta put the groceries away- my dolly needs ta be taught a lesson,” He sets the goods down on the kitchen table near you, before grabbing you (by your hair/by the neck of your dress) and dragging you up the stairs to his room. Your feet are barely able to touch the ground, as you're practically lifted off the floor by his harsh grip. 

Once you reach his room, he chucks you on the floor, as you let out a scream of pain. Your stomach ended up hitting a random shoe lying on the ground, causing more blood to rush out of your bleeding cunny. 

“Now, where should I start? Should I fuck yer throat till it’s raw? Fuck yer ass dry?” He laughs at your sobbing, grabbing you harshly by the shoulder and slamming you onto his bed, “Naw, I’ll just fuck a baby inta yer undeservin’ womb. A lil baby for my lil dolly will set ya straight.” 

He shucks your dress off of your boneless body, leaving your bare breasts and bloody panties before his perverted eyes. Satori immediately yanks on your nipples, pulling pained cries from your lips, as you try to swat him away. In retaliation, he bites down on the side of your neck, easily drawing blood, along with another scream. He laughs at your pain, ripping your panties off of your body, and reaching down to pull out his cock. 

“I know my freak of a brother prolly stretched ya out,” he smacks your pussy, causing a yelp to fall from your lips, “So I ain’t gonna warm ya up, dolly. I need ya as tight as possible.” 

With that, he shoves your legs open, and forces his thick cock into your unready cunny. You scream at the stretch, trying to push against him as he pushes his head into your chest, pulling at your nipples with his teeth. His hips slam into yours at a breakneck pace, the head of his cock slamming into your wounded cervix, practically opening you up from the inside. You try slap at him, only causing him to laugh and slap you across the face. 

“Keep hittin’, and I’ll concuss ya so badly all ya will be good for is an incubator,” Your body is wracked with your sobs, as you practically choke on air. He does not let up for even a moment, his thrusts practically forcing your body farther up the bed. 

The red head continues to bite and suck at your tender skin, leaving blood trains in his wake. His and your thighs are covered with your blood, as the man above you relishes your warmth and tight cunt. 

“I wonder if ya can get any tighter,” his hand suddenly grasps your throat, squeezing as tightly as he can without killing you. You’re gasping for air, as your pussy tightens up in your fear. He grunts and laughs in your ear, as he fucks into you even harsher than before, “Fuck yea! Yer so fuckin’ tight! I should’ve done this minutes ago!” 

Your vision has black dots, as you claw at his hand, trying to regain your breath. He releases a bit, allowing you to gain a few greedy gasps of air, before he goes back to choking you out. Because of your clamping, he ends up hitting your gspot with ease, causing sprays of squirt to gush from your pussy. He slaps at your clit, causing you to clamp down even more, as he bucks into you with one last thrust, his cock head practically bursting through your cervix, as he cums a load so massive, that you feel like you’re bloated. 

You can’t breathe, you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe! He refused to let go, as he allows your walls to milk him for all he has. 

When he doesn’t let go, you slump over, losing consciousness. 

Tendou pulls out with a sigh, a ghastly grin on his face. He slowly releases your bruising throat, entire being content with brutalising your pretty face and body, only the realise that you don’t seem to be breathing. 

He jolts, not knowing what to do. Satori tucks his cock inside of his trousers, as he runs to get Wakatoshi, who happened to be standing right outside, his face showing his barely contained rage. 

“Waka, I did somethin’ bad. She-she ain’t breathin’-“ The large man shoves the red head aside, rushing into the room, eyes immediately landing on your still form. 

Grabbing up your boneless body, he lays you on the floor, laying his head on your chest, trying to hear your heart beat. Luckily, he finds it. It’s faint, but it’s there. He moves you into your side, having read in a comic that that opens up the airway. He rubs your back, trying to help your blood circulate, but not knowing how. 

“Yer a monster, Satori,” Wakatoshi grunts, eyes teary and body trembling, “I will never let ya near her again. This is beyond punishment, and she don’t deserve it.” 

Kiyoko peeks into the room, a scream leaving her lips at the sight of your battered form. She falls back, her spine hitting the door frame. Her hands cover her mouth, as she can only stare down at your still form, “What did ya do? Wh-why did you-? Oh God,” Without another word, she rushes from the room. 

“Get the fuck out,” Wakatoshi grunts out, tears dripping down his face “Animals belong in the barn.” 

[sinczir]

Okay so I saw your post about needing a Eddie request and I gotchu rn. I’ve been trying to write with this storyline for weeks but I can’t finish it for some reason and I have a feeling you can do it better.

it’s kinda a dom!reader x sub!eddie type thing BARE WITH ME HERE

Basically Eddie and reader are dating and at school that day, reader hears someone in the halls talking about how Chrissy was seen by his trailer and then later that day in the cafeteria reader thinks she saw Eddie and Chrissy making fuck me eyes at each other. (Obviously she’s just being jealous and delusional but she doesn’t know that). Later eddie goes to her house just to see her and he realizes that’s she’s being quiet and is giving him the cold shoulder. Which leads to a argument and about what she saw then eddie telling her it wasn’t true and Chrissy was only there for weed and just reassuring reader that she’s the only one he loves. Reader is still angry so while they’re making out that leads to sex and she’s the dom so she’s taking out her emotions on him a bit (he’s consenting tho, nothing dubious here) but she’s calling him names which he loves so damn much and she’s degrading him and riding his face blah blah blah I think you get it from here but yeah. This is long as shit I’m sorry😭

Okay... I LOVE THIS IDEA, let me give it a go. 18+ cw: smut, jealous!reader, sub!Eddie, Dom!reader, making out, unprotected sex, arguing, hint of mean!reader, degrading, grinding, names used (slut, bitch, whore etc” pet names “baby, love, sweetheart”, mention of drugs, faceriding.

wc: 1.7k

Majority Hellfire were chatting about the next campaign while eating lunch at our usual spot in the cafeteria. You had stopped at your locker to grab your lunch and your belongings for your upcoming lesson. You had met Robin and walked the remaining distance to the cafeteria with her, chit-chatting while you overheard some of the fellow students engaging in gossip. It wasn't until Eddie and Chrissy were mentioned that you gave it any thought. "Have you heard?",  "Chrissy was seen at Eddie's place yesterday, I wonder what they were doing.". "Doesn’t Eddie have a girlfriend?" She said in a way that made it clear she was speaking to you, you and Robin walked faster to get away from the gossip.

"Okay, what did I just hear?" You panicked, tears welling up in your eyes, wondering if Eddie had been having an affair with Chrissy behind your back. Robin is holding you as you start to cry as she consoles you. " Hey, relax. We don't even know if it's true yet. Seriously, do you think Eddie would really cheat on you?"  Robin comforted. 

You wiped your eyes and sighed, "I mean- I don't know." Chrissy is attractive, so I don't blame him", you admitted. " Hey, don't talk about yourself like that! You're very attractive, majority students want you!"  Robin rubbed your back and said. “You’re Right, maybe i should go in there and see what happens” you said, with a fake smile. “Alright, just know im here for you- if anything goes wrong come to me, alright?” Robin said and patted your back. “Thank you Robin, really thank you” you send her off with a smile before reaching into your pocket and grabbing your small mirror to fix your makeup.

You had gone to the table where your friends were seated; normally, you would have sat on Eddie's lap, but after learning the rumours, you weren't feeling it. After saying hi to everyone, you took a seat Next to Eddie. Eddie had prepared space on his lap for you; had even expected you to sit there, so when you didn't even turn to face him, he knew something wasn't right..

"What are the plans for Hellfire, Eddie?"  Gareth questioned as he ate a grape. Eddie hadn't caught the group's attention. He wasn't even looking at them; instead, he was concentrating on the cheerleaders' table. When you turned around, Chrissy was staring Eddie's way, and Eddie was doing the same. It almost looked like Eddie wanted to fuck Chrissy right there, you thought.

At this point, you werent sad. You were furious and jealous.

“Eddie!” Dustin shouted at him in an effort to attract his attention. "What's up guys," Eddie said when he finally turned to face the group. Totally baffled by what was happening, he asked. “Are you all right?” Eddie raised a brow. “Y-yeah, uh-Uhm, we were wondering..what we're doing for Hellfire tonight." He looked at everyone else so they could nod.

“Haven’t finished the campaign yet, been busy lately.” Eddie said not looking at anybody. ‘Busy how?’ you thought, could be had been busy with Chrissy? You had tried to not think much of it but it’s really getting to you, Eddie  not being honest and now giving up his time for her? “Uh- Hey guys i need to go meet Robin for- something yeah ill see you guys later”. you quickly gathered your stuff and left the table before you did something  you shouldnt have done. You had told Robin to meet you in the bathroom- locking yourself in the stall as you waitied for her.  You hurried outside when you heard the door open to find Robin. " Hey, what's up, what happened?"  Robin questioned. "I really think Eddie is cheating. I saw him staring at Chrissy like he wanted to Fuck her; Chrissy was doing the same, and now he didn't even finish the campaign because he was "busy!" you cried. "Hey, relax, I told you. are going to resolve this, okay?" " Oh fuck, now I have class with him, what am I going to do, I don't even want to look at him now", the bell for the next lesson rang. As you paced the room, " Hey, I'm in your class too; can we sit together, alright? Don't give him your satisfaction; instead, ignore him, and make him upset because he sorely deserves it", grinned Robin. “Y-yeah your right- im not gonna speak to him today honestly, he can go run to Chrissy for all i care.” you laughed.

You and Robin entered the room and saw that Eddie had reserved a seat for you next to him at the back of the classroom. You and Robin exchanged glances as you took your places at the front of the class; you didn't even return Eddie's smile, which made him even more suspicious. you and Robin were having a quiet conversation as the class went on, it was something normally you and Eddie would do. He could see you smiling and laughing- something you hadnt been doing with him all day. When the class was finally over, you and Robin quickly left to avoid speaking to Eddie. When you went back to your locker to get your belongings to go home, you and Robin couldn't stop laughing at how Eddie looked when you both to ignored him. " You should have seen the expression on his face! You both laughed as you left the school through the doors. "It was honestly so funny!".  “Hey!"  A voice you knew asked, "Uh sweetheart, you coming to Hellfire tonight?" Eddie must have run to catch up with you because you turned around to see him gasping heavily. You replied coldly, "Hey, I'm really busy tonight." You replied coldly.  “Oh. Okay.” Eddie squinted. "Have fun." you shruged, leaving the school.  You had taken a shower and changed into your silk pyjamas around eight o'clock. You had been watching a movie that Eddie and you planned to watch on the weekend. You had missed Eddie, but how could you, he 'cheated' right?   you were lost. You wanted to talk to him but at the same time you didnt want too, how could he do this? 

You had been lost in your thoughts as you heard the fimilar three knocks at your bedroom window, great. Eddie was here.

You turned to see him- he looked really sad and frustrated at the same time. You walked to the bedroom window, and opened it.

“Uh he-” “What did i do?” Eddie spat, climbing into your room.  “What do you mean? you sassed back. “I said what. did. I. do?” Eddie was starting to get furious. “I should be asking you what you did Eddie! You think i dont know about Chrissy going to your house and not telling me? and you dont think i didnt see you staring at her across the cafeteria? What the fuck Eddie!” you screamed hitting his chest.  “W-What the fuck Y/N! Why the fuck would i seeing Chrissy!” He yelled. “Okay why the fuck are you yelling at me like i was the one who was seeing someone behind your back!” pushing him to the corner of your room. “YOU CANT EVEN ANSWER MY FUCKING QUESTION! WHY WOULD I SEE CHRISSY IF I LOVE YOU Y/N. SERIOUSLY I WAS GIVING HER WEED BECAUSE SHE ASKED!” he screamed in your house.  “OKAY FIRST OF ALL, WHY WOULD YOU NOT TELL ME IF YOU WERE JUST GIVING HER WEED HUH? AND SECOND OF ALL YOU KEPT STARING AT HER IN THE CAFETERIA! YOU DIDNT EVEN TALK TO ME AT LUNCH EDDIE.”  “OH-FUCK! IM SORRY OKAY? I LOVE YOU AND ONLY YOU Y/N. YOU HAVE TO TRUST ME OKAY, I PROMISE ITS ONLY YOU SWEETHEART I PROMISE.”  You looked at Eddie as his expression soften up- however, you were still furious.  “Sweetheart.” You hadn’t responded to him, you had looked at him with an expression he could never forget, you didnt know if you could believe him. “I dont know what to believe.” you laughed moving closer to him. “You could be lying to me Eddie”.  “But im n-” you smashed your lips aganist Eddies harshly. You didnt wait for him to adjust, you only cared about how you felt at the moment. The kiss was full of salivia and moans. you bit his bottom lip as groaned aganist your lips. “I dont care what you say, im gonna do whatever i want to you and your not gonna do anything until i say so.” “Yes maam” Eddie murmured aganist your lips. You guys continue to make out as you threw him aganist the bed; you climbed on top on him and grind on top of his growing erection. “Oh- fuck go faster” Eddie groaned, kissing your jaw. “Ill go fast if i want too, dont order me.” you spat as you reconnected your lips fighting for dominance.

You kept on grinding on Eddies erection- pleasing yourself as you moan into his mouth. “Whats gonna happen is, im gonna sit on your face- Make myself cum and you can suffer since you wanna act like a slut yeah?” 

“y-yes Y/N” he groaned aganist your ear. You began to strip. Eddie reached to grop your tits as your slapped his hand. “I didnt tell you to do that, did i?” you smirked. “I want you to strip and lay down ri ght now.” you ordered. Eddie began to quickly strip and layed down aganist your bed. You put your legs over his head- giving him a clear view of your wet pussy. You had sunk down on his down face and moaned to the sudden feelling. You could feel Eddie sucking your clit; you began to ride his face and moaned. “Ride my face baby” Eddie groaned, licking your slit. “Go fucking faster-” “oh- fuck!” 

You felt your stomach form a knot- “Eddie- fuck im close!” you moaned, moving faster on Eddies face. You felt his nose bumping aganist your clit- causing you to finish in Eddies face. You slowed down your pace as you felt Eddie groan aganist you. You slowly moved off his face- falling next to him, on your bed. “Well that was fun.” Eddie murmured. “Yeah.” You said back. You still were abit upset about the Chrissy situation. “Y/N listen. I dont have anything going on with Chrissy. She wanted to buy some weed- I was as confused i swear. I love you and only you alright?” Eddie reassured. “I-i believe you Eddie. Sorry if i did too much, i was just frustrated and i took it out on you, im sorry alright?” You said softly- rubbing his cheek. “Hey, its okay. Lets take a shower and cuddle yeah?” “Sounds like a plan”.