#You can’t really tell here but whatever

[iwaasfairy]

IWA HARSH PUSSY SLAPPPPSSS OR FINGERINGGGG

a/n. yea I made it dad iwa and also some oc bullshit fucking suE ME but it’s good i like this one yeAAAA I hope you enjoy BBYYYYY I know I liked writing it hahahHAHA

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tw. incest, dad x daughter, single dad iwa, reader’s a brat, obv age gap, size stuff implied, pussy slapping, (hard-ish) dom iwa, brat taming, noncon voyeurism, it’s a family affair, solo masturbation, jealousy wc. 3k

iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader, iwaizumi eiji and hitoshi x fem!reader

Its not his business that you’re a total nympho. Frankly, he could care less. Hitoshi’s eyes flick from under his baseball cap to the older sibling’s smug, almost accomplished smile when he runs a hand through his head of hair, before shaking some of the excess water out. The lighter brunet chuckles. “Our little sister’s laying on a towel with her tits out in the Oikawa’s backyard.”

“Dad’s over there, ain’t he?” Hitoshi responds, already back to scrolling mindlessly through Reddit to cure some of his boredom. Head of the Iwaizumi house said to ‘go outside for a bit’ so here he is, sweating his ass off in the lawn chair. What you’re up to really is none of his concern. Really. Eiji only smiles.

“And what? You think he’s gonna tell her off? Be for real for a second, Tosh.” There’s a look on Eiji’s face. Mixed in under the amusement and the bolstering, there’s something a bit tense. Impatient, and though he’d sooner die than admit it, Hitoshi recognises the glint that sits in the slight scrunch of his nose. He’s jealous. Yeah, you’re the type of little sister who gets away with having your tits out while they’re supposed to pretend not to see it. After sloppily patting himself dry with one of the towels, the oldest sibling slaps his phone out of his hands to grunt. “Get up.”

He responds before he thinks. “Fuck you, bitch.”

But it doesn’t bother his brother, who only tosses the towel back onto the table. “Stop intellectualising it and get up. You wanna get a look too, right? Dad’s over there right now to keep an eye on our little sister, and no one else is home. What do you think’s gonna happen.”

+

The sun’s so nice on your bare skin, glowing heat onto you and making you feel so sleepy and dazed. You’re all housesitting, which means access to the ridiculously nice pool of the Oikawa’s — and a secluded garden where you’re free to do whatever the fuck you want. The low voice is the only thing interrupting the peace. Daddy. “Babe. What do you think you’re doing?”

Your hat’s covering most of your view, but if you crack open one eye you can just about make out the way your dad crosses his arms over his wide chest, wife beater clinging a bit too tight to his muscular form. You push your lips out. “Sunbathing.”

“Put something on.” He sounds a bit tight, like he’s gotta clear his throat. Good.

“Why though?” You lift the hat up with one finger to look up further, see the slightly flushed visage of your father as he eyes you down. He’s a bit sweaty, yard work, and now has all his attention aimed at you. “I can’t get warm evenly all over if I do. Besides, no one’s home, and no one’s gonna look at me. The only people who can see into the yard is us, and Hitoshi nii’s not going to crawl out of his dungeon to spy on me, I promise you.”

It stays quiet for a few seconds as he takes in your words, before he sighs. Frowns just a bit, as he lets his eyes glide down your body just once. Enough to have his jaw clench, though. “I’m working here.” Then, after a bit more thought, he forces out the rest of the words. “You’re distracting.”

“Daddy~ please~” you start though, now pushing off the hat completely and wrapping your arm around yourself in mock-modesty. You have no intention of actually covering up. And looking at the way he’s breathing and already sweaty, he doesn’t actually want you to cover up either. “Nobody’s home. It’s fine. Please?” His olive green eyes flick to the way you’re pushing up your tits with your arms now, and those swimming trunks start feeling a bit tight on him if the way he shifts is anything to go by. The intense look would’ve scared you off before, but… well, it isn’t the first time you’ve gotten away with worse.

It also probably won’t be the last. “Once the sun is gone I’ll cover up to go back into the pool out front, promise.” You smack your lips, and give him those big puppy eyes that he seems to love so much. “Ei nii’s out there and I don’t want him to get an eyeful anyway.” You roll onto your side to send him your best smile. “Only trust you like that, daddy~” You’re audacious, a brat, but only because you know that gets him going. Wouldn’t do it this way if he really didn’t like it. When you go to lay back down with closed eyes, you can already hear him move in the grass.

A slight line works its way between your brows at that, at the idea that he’d walk away from you. But then a warm palm wraps around your arm to pin it beside your head on the towel, and you can feel the heat of him getting onto his heels beside you. Your breathing hitches, but you force yourself to keep your eyes closed. “Trust me to do what, exactly?” He rasps.

His other hand comes to your shoulder to push his thumb in, nice and hard, and works a moan out of you before you can think— working his way down in circles that pull goosebumps out of you. “What’s all this show really for? To make your big brothers jealous? Hm?” He gets close enough for the whispered voice to tickle your neck, hot thigh pressed against your waist before he places the other on your other side, straddling you. “You think that you can ‘daddy’ all your problems away? That if you look at me sweetly enough I’ll give?”

“I- didn’t-” your voice hitches when his mouth drags over your pulse, slight stubble and warm lips leaving kisses all down the length if it. The heat of the sun on your naked chest only makes the almost touch more irritable and itchy, and you have to fight the urge to just curl your body up against him already. “Didn’t want my big brothers to see. Wanted -you to.” When he noses at your collarbone you try to find your voice, and worm your wrist out of his grip to reach for his hair. “Wanted daddy to play with me again. I’ve been waiting since yesterday. Please.”

You can’t help but think back to last weekend, grinding down on his thigh with his fingers down your throat. Panties coated in stickiness and your entire body trembling with exhaustion. He laves soft mouthed kisses onto your throat enough to have you shaking now, too. But Hajime’s nothing if not consistent, as he noses the side of your breast and his hands slide down to squeeze your waist. “You know that I can’t, right?” He always says that.

You can’t help but laugh, humourlessly, and tug softly at the hair trapped between your fingers. “Then why are you?” And he is. As soon as he gets near enough, you arch your back automatically, still clenching your eyes closed. If you look now, the image will haunt you every day for the rest of summer. You’ll need daddy’s hands on you until you can’t go any more. Your tit is pushed against his cheeks because of your motion, and he groans a low, rumbling sound against your body. You can feel the heat of his bulge through his shorts. “Did you get jealous that Eiji might’ve seen me? Even a little?”

A second passes, before he finally grunts. “Fuck, yeah.” His mouth comes to your tits, tongue rubbing over hardened nipples too well, too knowingly. Knowing your daddy’s had other women before could make you green with envy, but he feels so good. His mouth, and hands feel so fucking good. Good enough to cry about it, trapped under his broad, heavy form as he squeezes and sucks your tits. “You’re a headache, you know that? Do you feel what you do to me?”

“Mhm.” You nod, panting, squirming under him. His hardening cock pushes against your thigh as you roll your hips, and he leaves impatient lovebites all over your tits. “Daddy.. d-daddy. Want you.” He’s so big and hot and heavy against you any time you get this close, it’s not your fault. You’re only a headache because he made you one. The clothed grinding against his covered, hard cock leaves your pussy awfully wet and sticky. Your breaths short. “Don’t you wanna- s-show your boys who your daughter belongs to, daddy?”

Your eyes shoot open when a sharp sting jerks your body, spreading through the flesh of your tit before he laves his tongue over the ridges where his teeth dug in. He clicks his tongue while grinding your other nipple between his fingers, making your bottom lip wobble. It feels so good, he always does. It’s not your fault. “Stop tempting me to make you regret your little stunt.” Your teary eyes meet his, dark and predatory before he pushes himself up, and yanks you closer by your thighs. “Legs up on my shoulders.”

“But-“

“Legs.” He says again, lower. You do, let him help your ass up to his mouth and reposition you so he’s level with your cunt. Your pussy clenches around nothing as he blows on your clit through the fabric, and only one hand keeps wrapped like a vice around your thigh to stabalize you. “I don’t wanna hear anything except how good it feels. Understood?”

You nod, before thinking better of it and speaking up. “Yes.” Fuck, it’s hot. He’s hot. You’re about to melt into a puddle with his face between your legs. He pushes your bikini bottoms aside with rough fingertips before pushing in. And you gasp, doing everything not to whine already. As his nose pushes against your sensitive clit, his lips find yours to leave a wet kiss on the opening, and he pushes his tongue against your sloppy lips without another warning. It’s already too much.

“Agh- d-daddy. You feel g- gh-ud.”

The big, hot tongue pushing you open, makes you grind against him while blood rushes both to your cunt and your head. His other hand flicks over your enterance a few times instead, before two thick fingertips push inside you, slow at first. He makes a show out of bottoming them out, and you can feel the way he smiles when it makes your pussy squelch. His tongue flicks over your clit hard and fast, before sucking. “Fuck, you’re so- good- g-good to me. Daddy!”

“Mhm.” The blood makes your ears ring. It makes you so dizzy it’s impossible to see much past daddy’s face and how good he looks, rubbing his tongue in rough motions over your pussy. He’s licking and licking and licking against your clenching muscles so good it’s almost unbelievable. The rough friction of his chin and stubble against your pussy, the way he nibbles just right at your clit, it’s all too much. It’s too much because it’s daddy— because he knows what he’s doing.

“D-daddy!”

You mewl as you curl your body against him and the push to your clit gets even better. Too good. You’re so sweaty his hand slips on your thigh, instead pulling you back by your heel and yanking you back up, right as your toes curl. His face is making a mess between your legs, and your mouth hangs open. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He- he’s already gonna make you cum. Sweat rolls down your back as your juices run down his chin and he buries himself as deep as he can, groaning your name into your pussy. “That’s my pretty girl, there you go.”

Your thighs squeeze around him and your eyes open through your tears, desperately searching for the eye contact you need to get there. But maybe because he knows you, he pulls back and drops you back down by your legs, spreading them by his thighs. “No, no- daddy pleas-uhh~ I wanna cum.”

“You’re coming on my cock.” He snaps back, before pushing you open more and slapping your pussy with a flat palm. “That alright with you, miss princess?” He says it like it’s an insult. For a moment, it does feel like it. Your mouth snaps shut against the cry you wanna let out, as his hand lands again before you can react. You jerk against the sting, clench your legs closed around his hand, but he pushes them back open to do it again. And again, and again, until slick is dripping down to your ass and your clit is tingling and swollen. You could burst out into a sobbing fit any second. “Can I do what I gotta do to get you there now?”

“Yes,” you sniffle back instantly, and open your eyes at him. Thick tears sit on your vision at it, you can’t help it. It’s all his fault you’re this way anyway. Your thighs wobble before your bottom lip does, and it’s this that makes him sigh.

“Aw, babe, shhhh— I’m sorry.” He takes only a moment to pull his shirt over his head, then gets back over you to wipe away the thick tracks. It doesn’t do much against the tears that keep coming, but it’s ok. It’s much better when you can place your hands to his bare chest and feel his heartbeat through your palms, reach up to kiss him. He tastes like you, and you suck on his tongue until he moans into the kiss. When he pulls back, that hot, big palm cups your cheek. “Was that mean?”

“I deserved it.” His dialated eyes search yours for a moment, before he kisses you back another few times. The tingling ache between your legs remains, but there’s a pit in your stomach that becomes more demanding again. “Please keep going?”

“Take me out.” Your hands instantly glide down his body at the order, hooking two fingers around the elastic band before pulling. Pulling down until you reveal the trail of pubic hair that leads down to his thick, flushed cock and down further. Down until the fabric can no longer hold him back from bobbing up against his stomach and he lets out a deep breath. You pull a little more to get a glimpse of his fat, heavy balls too, before daddy grunts and places both elbows by your head again. “Lead my cock inside you like a good girl, hm?”

“Uhuh.” Gladly. Your fingers reach for him, touching the dripping head first. Pre gets all over your fingertips, and you truly can’t stop yourself from putting two fingers inside your mouth with a whimper. Your hands return to squeeze around the head, need both to reach and stroke down a few times. Not that he needs it. He’s hard enough to feel his heartbeat through the skin, thick cock twitching as you shuffle around to line up. “‘s big.”

“It’s big to make you feel good.” He agrees, kisses your temple, and bucks into your palm. “Go on.” You line him up with a deep breath, before blinking your long lashes up at him with your lip between your teeth. The head kisses your hole as he hums, slides your slick around on the puffy mushroom head a few times before pushing in. “Ugh-always forget,” he grunts lowly, biceps bulging as he holds himself above you, “how fucking tight you are. My little baby.”

He starts rocking himself inside you bit by bit, and you can’t help but drag your nails along his flexing back to hang on. “Ah, ah, agh, daddy. You’re- so- big.” You throw your head back, and pant, tears still wobbling. You’re no longer sad though. Your pussy’s being forced open too big, too- fucking wide for you to clench around him properly- but it feels so good. He feels so fucking good, oh God. You want to fuck daddy all summer. You want him to never, ever stop.

+

Hitoshi’s so fucking hot it makes it hard to see straight. Cum’s gotten on his shirt, all over his hand, and he’s got boxers full of cum running down his fucking thigh. While his cock’s still hard and red in his fist as he forces his own hips not to buck. He can just barely hear your whines echo over the field to where they’re hiding— and you sound, predictably, just like how he imagined you do. You look good. Fuck, he’s sure you’d look just as good under him, but instead you’re clinging flushed faced, tits bouncing to your dad with his greying temples and letting yourself get used.

You’re pathetic, honestly. But he’s also not fucking blind. His cock twitches hard in his hand, and his other hand comes to cover the flared head as if that’ll keep a third load in. He’s trying to hold it so hard that he’s panting, balls pulling up to his body.

“Think she’ll let me eat the cum out of her when dad leaves?” Eiji’s pumping his cock without shame like there’s no tomorrow, getting drops of hot, clear liquid everywhere. He’s christened the plants with his cum earlier, too. Hitoshi just grimaces, before looking back at the way your body curls around the fat cock driving in and out of you, your cries about to make him bust again. “Huh?”

“I don’t fucking care, Ei nii.” He then furrows his brows so deep that you’d say he’ll get permanent wrinkles, not bothering to look over. “Why do you wanna eat dad’s cum out of her?”

“So I can fuck my own into her.”

Hitoshi’s too busy watching you and breathing through it to care about what he’s saying, so it takes a minute to filter through his hazy thoughts. “You’re a pig.”

Eiji just rolls his eyes. “Whatever you say, quick shot. Have fun trying not to cum when I go next.”

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[foreveradreamaway]

streaming

summary- a compilation of moments from maxs streams

i really loved writing this as i always have small idea that aren’t long enough to be their own post, if you have any small idea that goes with this or just in general then please comment it or send it to me and i will make a part two or another post similar <3

max loved to stream every now and then. he loved the interactions with fans and getting to play with his friends. you also loved when max streamed because it gave you some peace and quiet for a while, it also allowed you to do some house work without max following you like a lost puppy.

you had made numerous appearances in his streams and his fans loved it. probably enjoying seeing you both as actual humans and getting to see how you both live your daily lives together. some fans had made a compilation of the many times you made an appearance in one of maxs streams.

🏎️

max sat in his gaming chair immersed in whatever game he was playing. you needed something from the room he was in and it couldn’t wait.

you opened the door as slowly and quietly as possible and creeped over to the thing you needed. apparently you weren’t quiet enough and he heard you. he moved one side of his headset off his ear.

“sorry, i just needed to grab the end thing for the hoover.” you sheepishly smiled. he only grinned in return. you took this as the opportunity to walk up behind him so you were in the frame.

“what are you playing?” you questioned as your face finally came in shot.

“im playing cod with lando, charles and carlos”

“aww cute” you sent a quick wave to say hello to everyone that was on the other end of the camera. however your eyes were quickly caught by the top of maxs head.

“can they hear me?” you questioned, he nodded. “okay. hello everyone, it’s your favourite person in the world here and i just needed to show you something” max had a confused look on his face as he watched you through the camera, wondering what you were about to show.

your hands reached for each side of the head set that was on his head and slowly removed it and handed it to him. your hands then went to either side of his head and tilted it down.

“max gets really bad headset hair guys and it will literally stay like this for the rest of the day” max’s hands quickly went up to his hair to attempt to fix while you and the chat couldn’t help but laugh.

“shut up” he grumbled as he lifted the head set back onto his head. “love you baby!” you called over your shoulder as you left the room.

“i hate her”

“i heard that!”

🏎️

“mijn liefste, wil je zo pasta? Ik ben er nu een paar aan het maken” you can’t be seen as you poke your head round the door.

“Het gaat goed, dank je schat” he replies while not taking his eyes off the game but removing one side of his headset. “welke pasta ben je aan het maken?”

“i know i’m learning but im not that good yet max” you laugh.

“i said ‘what pasta are you making” he replies, suddenly feeling hunger bubble his stomach.

“i’m not sure yet. are you sure you don’t want any? i’ll surprise you” making food has always been one of your love languages, your mum had shown you to cook as soon as she could and you picked it up quick.

“yeah go on then” he finally turns to you and smiles as you walk away. when he finally turns back he sees the chat filled with questions and people telling him how cute you both are.

“yeah she is learning dutch. i’m teaching her” his face lights up as he talks about you. “it’s very easy for her though because she already knows other languages so she picks it up quickly” his smile never leaving his face.

🏎️

max is looking intensely at the chat in-front of him, reading everything is the chat. answering a couple questions. he does this until he sees a familiar name come up.

“‘answer your phone’ what?” he quickly picks up his phone to see that he has ten missed calls from you. he is quick to call you back.

“max stop putting your phone on do not disturb and silent” you scold. he always did when he was streaming, he always said it was because he didn’t want to be disturbed however sometimes it was important. like now.

“sorry schat.”

“do you want anything from the shop? i’ve already got your m&ms and tomato soup.” max had a soft spot for m&ms and everyone knows about this man’s love of tomato soup.

“no i’m okay thank you baby. what are we having for dinner” max had a massive smile on his face. half because he was talking to you and because he knew how much everyone watching would love the conversation.

“well you’ve got mean prep” you couldn’t help but laugh as max groaned loudly and threw his head back. he hated meal prep. don’t get me wrong he loved being healthy and eating nice food but sometimes he just craved your cooking. “and i’m having a stir fry.”

“ugh whatever. i want stir fry”

“i know baby. ill make you one as soon as your nutritionist will allow me too”

“okay fine. when will you be home?” max kept the phone close to his mic to make sure everyone would be able to hear you on the other end of the phone.

“not long, i took the ferrari so it won’t take me long to get home. i don’t have my keys so be ready to pick up your phone and open the door! okay, i love you bye” you ended the phone call quickly before he could say anything about you taking his car.

“i swear she prefers my cars over her own” he laughed as he read through the chat again.

🏎️

when you moved in with max you demanded that a sofa be put into his gaming/office room. he got you the cosiest sofa he could just to make sure you were comfy. max spent a lot of time in the room and you missed him when he was in there.

before you lived together, you tried to sit on the floor when you were round but you just weren’t comfortable enough so that’s when you demanded a sofa. if max was streaming or just had some admin stuff to do, you would just sit on the sofa and enjoy each-others company.

max was streaming, as per usual, while you sat all snuggled up on the sofa across the room. you had one the comfiest jumper of his that you could find, his joggers, a blanket covering your whole body and tucked under your chin and you glasses that sat on your nose.

max had specifically bought a pair of joggers that were too small for him. one day he came home to see you wearing a pair of his that were far to big for you and when he questioned you, you said that you just enjoy wearing his clothes. so the next day he went and bought a pair that were to small and placed them in his waldrobe. from then on they were yours.

you were also a secret iPad kid at heart. your iPad was literally your prized possession and you took it everywhere with you. now was no different as you sat there with your ipad resting on your legs as you watched tik tok.

“look” you turned the ipad around so that it was facing max, he leant on the arm rest of the chair to get a better view of what you were showing him. it was a cat.

“we should get sassy and jimmy one” he laughed as you nodded. he sat back into his chair and caught what the chat were saying. many people asking where you were.

he grabbed the camera from its holder and turned it to face you, showing you under the blanket. he got up out his chair and moved to sit next to you on the sofa.

“you are actually such an old man” you laughed as he struggled to hold the camera so that it would get a view of both of you. “give it to me” you took the camera from his hand and wrapped your other arm around his neck to bring him closer to you.

“hey guys, it’s your favourite person in the world here” the camera now had a perfect view of both of you as you put a quick peace sign up to the camera. you quickly nudged max and his fingers quickly went to the same position as yours. “i want to show you all my outfit, hold this baby” you handed the camera to max and threw the blanket onto him as you stood from your seat.

“max, show them my whole body my love” you laughed as he was only showing the camera your legs. “i’m trying Schat” you leant forward a bit and moved maxs hand so it faced where it should be.

“okay so my glasses are from specsavers, they are the only people i trust with my glasses. even if i need a new pair i would rather fly home than get a pair from anywhere else. because if they messed my glasses up i would just hear my mum in my ear saying ‘should have gone to specsavers’. my jumper is maxs- where is this jumper from?” you questioned him.

“umm its a zara one i think”

“okay so the jumper is from zara and these joggers are from nike. can i even say that? do they even sponsor you?” max’s laugh could be heard from behind the camera before he replies. “yeah it’s okay. i think” his face fell into a sheepish grin behind the camera.

“my socks are from god knows where. and the blanket is from also god knows where.” you gave the camera a big smile as you fell back into your previous position.

“you are the new version of maxplaining”

“shut up”

🏎️

“can we play fifa?” you were sat on the floor, cross legged, next to max while he sat in his gaming chair. “you only want to play fifa because you always beat me” he huffed.

“exactly” you grinned at him.

[midwestprincesss]

okay since u asked for some nasty shit here’s smth i can’t get off my mind. idk how to decsribe it but i imagine patrick or art would have no problem sharing a girlfriend with each other. like cuckolding but just for the fun of it. i’m going crazy thinking of the things patrick would be saying while watching his gf and art fucking in front of him

YESSS!!!!!!! patrick watching art fuck you and not shutting tf up😵‍💫

all three of you are on the bed, you and art actually fucking and patrick is just watching, stroking his cock. and he's telling art what to do- but it's just for his own pleasure, 'cause patrick is fucking selfish.

"fuck- that's it- wait, take your dick out" patrick instructed his friend, and he listened and pulled out of you. "dip your fingers in her and show me how wet she is. wanna see 'em glisten"

and art did as he was told- both boys somehow ignoring the fact that you were actually in the room with them. art and patrick were gushing about your arousal coating art's fingers and you just stood there, bucking your hips into nothing.

"please guys- stop doing that, just fuck me. fuck me, art, please" you pleaded, but art just shushed you.

"just wait a little bit, sweetheart-" patrick cooed as he lovingly squeezed your thigh, still not touching you where you needed. "lemme clean them up" patrick continued, this time speaking to art, as he took his fingers into his mouth, tasting your pussy indirectly. "fuck, she tastes so good art- you gotta try it"

and art now took his fingers out of patrick's mouth, putting them into his- but patrick slapped his hand away. "no, art. i meant eat her out."

and art obliged, of course he did. he loved you and he loved patrick too- but his feelings towards his best friend were so repressed- the only way he could show his love to him without feeling guilty was through you. doing whatever patrick tells him to do to you.

and so there he was, head between your thighs, tongue lapping at your folds.

"fuuuuuck" patrick groaned, circling his wet tip with his thumb. "rub her clit, art. we want our girl to feel really good, don't we?" he asked, and art hummed at that, sending vibrations through your pussy. your thighs squeezed around his head.

"nuh uh, open up-" patrick said as tapped your thigh, and you spread your legs again. "atta girl" he praised you, and with that you were cumming.

you soon started pushing art's mouth away from you, getting overstimulated- but patrick didn't give a shit about that. "art, slap your dick on her pussy. wanna hear those sweet little whimpers of hers" and so art did what he was told, rubbing his tip at your entrance and slapping his dick onto your pussy, all while you were a whimpering mess.

"soo cute, baby. you sound adorable. keep those coming, i'm almost there" patrick praised you again, stroking his dick faster and faster until he finally came, his cum landing on him, and both you and art.

"man, be so fucking serious, you could've at least waited for me" art groaned, pointing to his dick which was still really fucking hard.

"don't worry, you can fuck her throat. she loves that shit. i'll show you how" patrick said, tapping your cheek as you got up on your knees.

"thaaat's it. good girl. now open wide-" he continued, holding your hair up in a ponytail as art's dick was resting on your cheek. "stick out your tongue, let him rub his tip on it-" and patrick took art's dick in his other hand, rubbing it on your tongue.

you were like two cute little dolls for him. there for him to play with you however he pleases.

[rottingworship]

The smut prompts 72 and 80 ☝️😈

Withhhhh

Hoodie😳

MWAAH THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST!! This is actually longer than most prompts i've ever written ever omg... I got carried away... may write a part 2 involving tim :3

As always, prompts are from here! Divider is from sister-lucifer

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!, fingering, innocent!reader, hint at corruption kink sorta (?), praise, finger sucking, F!Reader

Prompts: "There is no way anyone is that innocent." "What? Does that feel good?"

“There is no way anyone is that innocent.” Brian switches through the channels on the TV.

Tim shrugs, really not caring. “Ya never know.”

“She’s a killer.” Brian huffs. “We are all killers.”

“Not all killers fuck.” Tim rolls his eyes. “If it’s that big of a deal, why don’t you ask her?” Tim has had enough. He gets up and walks to his room. Brian is thinking about it. About how sweetly you interact with them. How oblivious you are to some of their jokes. The look on your face when some of them click.

The door opening brings him out of his thoughts. You walk into your home with a large smile on your face and a small bag of groceries in your hand. You tell Brian ‘hi’ and walk to the kitchen. His eyes don’t leave you.

You turn back around and your eyes meet his. “You alright, love?”

Brain tenses. Love… It’s what you have always called him and Tim both. There never seems to be any ‘love’ behind the word. But Brian wishes for there to be. He’s sure you're just being nice and friendly. You always have been. Somehow, you stay so loving…

“Yeah.” He stands up from the couch and begins to walk towards you. You don’t think anything of it. You put some of the groceries up and begin to walk past him. Brian stops you in your tracks, his hand grabbing your bicep. The way look up at him leaves him reeling. Brian holds you there. Without saying a word.

“You good?” Your brows furrow, but you don’t pull away. Your eyes show no sign of fear of him hurting you, but they do show extreme confusion.

“Is this an act?”

His question causes you to pout. “What? Is what an act?” You really don’t get it.

“You’re so-” Brian sighs. “Nevermind. I gotta go.” He is overwhelmed. It doesn’t take a lot for you to realize that. Brian is quick to leave your home. You try to get that interaction out of your head and finish putting up groceries. As you walk to the bathroom to finish putting things away, you remember Tim’s home. You walk to his room and knock.

“Hey, it’s me.” As soon as he gives you the okay, you open the door. “Is Brian okay?” It’s the first thing you ask. Tim looks at you and groans.

“What’d he do?”

“He asked if I was acting,” It comes out more like a question than anything, “and then, he just- He left.”

Tim snorts, trying to not smile. “He’s fine. Probably relieving some stress right now.”

“What’s he stressed about?” You cock your head at him.

“You.” It’s all he gives you. You are sent into a spiral. Your face contorts with confusion and you gasp. You stumble on your words, stuttering something out, before Tim saves you. “It’s not bad, he thinks about you too much though.”

“Too much!?” You are dumbfounded. “How much is the normal amount?”

“Probably the amount that I think about you.”

You cannot catch a break. You let out a groan and close Tim’s door, leaving him alone. You have no more questions for him. You want to call Brian and ask if he’s alright, but you aren’t sure it’s Brian that will answer. You sigh and go to your room. You already took care of your business (or the operator’s), bought groceries, and put them up. It is time for you to relax. And now you can’t.

You walk to your bathroom and decide to shower. You have had a long day, and maybe the hot water will help relax you. As you shower, all you can think about is Brian; his questions and whatever the fuck Tim meant about him. You cannot lie, Brian is always plaguing your mind. Even more so now. Does he like me? You think as you wash your body. Does he fucking hate my guts? You begin to stress. If he hates me, that would suck, we kinda have to work together for the foreseeable future. You want to explode. You finish up your shower quicker than normal and decide you cannot be in your room. You get dressed and head to the living room. You lay down on your couch and sigh. You flip through the channels and land on some corny horror movie. You keep it there.

Before you know it, you are dozing off. You wake up to the door of your house opening. You sit up and rub your eyes. “Who- Brian?” You make out his frame, and then his hood and mask. “Oh, it’s just you, Hoodie.” You lie back down on the couch and close your eyes. You have not interacted with Hoodie as much as you have Brian, but you still trust him.

“Wake up.”

The way he says it has you sitting up immediately. You look at him with wide eyes and your mouth is slightly agape. “What the fuck?” Your legs swing over the side of the couch and Hoodie sits down beside you. “Is this about earlier? Because I’m still confused.”

“You really are oblivious… You know that?” You cannot figure out his emotions. You can’t tell if he’s smiling or annoyed, and it’s bothering you. “You’ve got Brian wrapped around your finger, and you are completely oblivious.” Hoodie doesn’t move. You scoot down the couch, confused by the suddenness of everything. “I see what he sees in you, though.”

“What?” You sound groggy still. “What does he see?”

Hoodie scoots closer. You freeze, swallowing hard. “You’re an angel.” Hoodie says it as if you should be aware of that already.

“I assure you,” You put a hand up, “I am no angel.” Something clicks. Your face contorts again, changing from confusion to an awareness. Awareness of everything Hoodie is saying. “Is this about not understanding some of the jokes I hear? Because, I’ve never been around guys a lot-” You look away from him, embarrassed. “I was pretty sheltered until I turned eighteen. And, y’know, moved away. I’ve never really had many friends-”

“It’s not an act…” Hoodie sounds so primal suddenly. It causes chills to run down your spine. The hair on your neck is standing on end. You swallow hard and let out an awkward laugh. You can’t look at him. “It’s okay,” He coos.

“I think about you- Uh Brian, a lot…” You twiddle your fingers, biting the inside of your lip, “I don’t know- I can’t begin to tell you-” You can’t see his face, but he looks absolutely animalistic. You blink a couple times, collecting your thoughts. “Can you kiss me?” Your voice is hushed, barely above a whisper.

Hoodie does not hesitate. He lifts up his mask, just enough to reveal his mouth and moves towards you. His hands cup your face and he smiles as soon as his lips meet yours. You relax into his touch. Your mind is going a mile a minute. When his tongue gently runs across your bottom lip, you eagerly open your mouth for him.

Without missing a beat, as Hoodie shoves his tongue in your mouth, he effortlessly moves you onto his lap. You let out a gasp and your arms wrap around his neck. You are positively melting into his touch.

Hoodie pulls away and begins to trail kisses down your throat. Your brain is fuzzy and you can’t think straight. You let a quiet moan and Hoodie smirks against your skin. “Sh,” He hushes you, “don’t need Tim hearing us.”

You nod and try to keep quiet. Before you know it, your position is being switched. You are lying on your back on the couch and Hoodie is above you, he’s watching you. You can’t see his eyes, but you can see his smirk. You let out a whine and your thighs rub together. “Please,” You whine, “I need-” You cannot verbalize what you need.

“Use your words,” He leans down and begins to kiss your neck again, licking and nipping the sensitive skin.

“I need you to touch me!” You are frustrated. “Make me feel good, please!” You are begging at this point.

Brian laughs. His smile widens and laughs. Your face is burning up and you want to hide again. “It’s okay, baby,” he murmurs into your skin. “I can do that.”

Hoodie is resting on his arm, keeping his weight from being completely on you. His opposite hand begins to trail towards your shirt and straight towards the elastic of your pajama pants. His hand dips down and he begins to rub you through your panties. Your hips eagerly roll into his touch and Hoodie gently bites down on your neck.

“So impatient,” He hums into your ear.

“Please!” You are still trying to keep quiet. “Need you-”

Hoodie doesn’t falter. His fingers pull down your pajama pants and your underwear. He palms you, and you roll into him again. A little more violently this time. Hoodie slides one finger into you at first. His lips are still attached to your throat. Your breathing is becoming heavy and loud. Hoodie’s finger moves slowly, painfully slow at first. You buck into him and let out a soft whimper.

“Hm,” Hoodie hums into your skin. “I’m sure your own fingers aren’t this good, huh?” He is cocky. You shake your head, quickly. You cannot form words. You are left a mess under him. “What? Does that feel good?” He knows the answer to that. You nod. “I’m gonna add another, okay?” He sits up to watch your reaction.

Another finger pushes into you and a white, hot fire is lit in your core. Your eyes screw shut as his fingers slowly pump in and out of you, his thumbs grazing over your clit. You feel like you're in a tunnel. You can hear him commenting about how good you are, but you cannot respond. Your mouth falls agape and you are trying to form a sentence to beg for more.

“Faster,” You mumble, “please, faster!”

“Anything for you,” He coos at you.

He picks up the pace and you are writhing in pleasure underneath him. Every single time his fingers pull from you, your hips follow them. You need him.

“Close-” The word stumbles from your tongue, “so close.” Your toes curl. You are going to burst. Your body tenses and your eyes shut tight. Your nails dig into Hoodie’s back, clawing at the fabric. His pace, steady but quick, does not slow. He keeps going. No signs of stopping anytime soon.

You pull Hoodie to you, letting out a loud whimper. His name falling from your lips like a mantra. You are seeing stars as his thumb rubs your clit a little faster. A louder cry is pulled from you this time. Everything comes undone so fast. Hoodie is in your ear, mumbling to you how good you’ve been, how you deserve this, and kissing the shell of your ear.

Hoodie lowers himself on top of you as you come down from your high. His fingers pull from you and shoves them into his own mouth. He sucks on them. You feel yourself getting even more wet.

The door down the hall opens. “What the fuck?”

You hide yourself immediately. Hoodie laughs. “I told you to be quieter.”

[ikissjude]

one round? 🎮 lhs

in which you and gamer!heeseung name aspects of your relationship | tiktok series

gamer bf!heeseung x fem!reader, warnings: cursing, dialogue heavy, suggestive at the end, fluff, crack-ish (idk i think i’m funny), kinda short, wc: 451

“now stand right here and act like you’re walking to your desk,” you directed your boyfriend, heeseung, for the tiktok that you wanted to make.

to start gaining traction on your couple’s page, you decided to participate in a trend that details your lives as a gamer couple. it only made sense considering the page would be the two of you streaming together and uploading highlights.

“now when i say go, start walking, and say whatever comes to mind,” heeseung couldn’t help the smile on his face, seeing how serious you were about directing your little video.

“alright, and go.”

“we’re a gamer couple; of course we obviously met on league.” heeseung walked to his set-up, pretending to open up the game.

“oh baby, you’re a natural! actors around the world should be scared,” you beamed. heeseung chuckled at your compliment. “alright, now for my turn, i’m gonna do the same thing, but we’re gonna cut to us both playing a round. sound good?”

“of course, miss boss lady. tell me what to do.”

after setting up the tripod, you got into position.

“we’re a gamer couple; of course we get super competitive with each other.”

the two of you then played a round against each other, with you winning, of course. you figured you got a good clip with the two of you shittalking each other. it was like that the entire time, the two of you taking turns back and forth with you directing. heeseung found you the cutest, getting so into this 15-second clip.

“we’re a gamer couple; of course our set-ups are side by side.” heeseung’s idea naturally, he wanted to keep you by his side at all times, even when he gamed.

“we’re a gamer couple; of course i spend all of his money on games and dlcs.” you said with a smirk on your face.

“hey!” heeseung giggled. “you can’t say that, the guys are gonna call me a simp.”

“you are a simp, hee. and weak-willed."  you laughed.

“alright then, i have something for your ass.” heeseung walked over to his chair and sat with his legs spread wide. tilting your head, you decided to just go with it.

“we’re a gamer couple; of course she asks to sit on it while i game.”

“oh my god, heeseung!” you screamed, face heating up in embarrassment. “you really can’t say that.”

“why not?” he laughed before reaching out to grab your hands. he slowly pulled you into his lap, your legs connected to his hips. he knew just how to fluster you. you kept your head down to avoid further embarrassment, but he lifted your chin to meet his gaze.

“it’s true, is it not?”

[artdcnaldson]

I want to catch innocent art rutting his bed, maybe calling him a dirty boy before I convince him he can hump my pussy, skin to skin and that isn't breaking his oath.

I mean, it's not like he's putting it inside.

HEHEHHEE

yeah :((( it’s his favorite way to get off, poor baby. As long as he isn’t touching he it’s not as bad as if he was actually jerking off and touching his cock.

It’s easy to figure out Art’s routine. He goes to bed, brushes his teeth, tosses and turns in his bed for fifteen, tries to combat the sexual frustration— pray on it or whatever. But he always ended with him laying on his stomach, humping against the mattress.

Not that you’d watched. Particularly often. Okay, you’d watched from the stairs, but only because you thought it was sweet. Adorable, really.

You wait until you hear his soft whimpers, the creak of the mattress. Until they speed up and he gets louder and you have to interrupt before he cums.

“Does that feel good?” He freezes, then scrambles onto his back. His head slams into the top bunk of the bed as he sits up and he groans. “I bet it does, dirty boy.”

He pulls a pillow into his lap, eyes wide. “Don’t— you can’t tell Patrick,” he says pathetically. “He’ll give me shit for it for life.”

You grin, take a few steps closer. “Patrick knows.” He groans hides his face in his hands. “He told me you’re fucking loud, and that you fuck your bed like you’re trying to get it pregnant.”

He whimpers, closing his eyes like he can’t stand to look at you. He does that a lot. “Don’t fucking say that.” His cheeks are burning, he has to cover his face with his hands.

“No?” You ask, settle on the bunk beside him. “I think it’s hot. It must be so hard to keep your sweet little promise, hm? So hard you rut against your mattress like a bitch in heat.”

He swallows hard— you watch his throat bob and follow the movement hungrily. “You’re fucking evil,” he mutters. “Both of you.”

A smile spread across you lips. Gently, you pull his hands from over his eyes. They’re pretty, all soft and eager. Nervous like a scared animal.

“Can I watch you?” You ask, voice soft. “I won’t even touch you. I’ll be a good girl.”

He exhales a shaky breath. “No you won’t.” The words come out pained, like it wounds him.

“Humor me. Maybe your advice is getting to me.”

His breath is shaky as he looks at you, his face so close to yours you could just… lean in, if you wanted to. His pretty lips part, like he expects you to kiss him, like he wants it.

But you just move the pillow from his lap instead, reveal the tent in his boxers, the sticky wet spot here his tip leaks precum onto the fabric. You watch his dick twitch merely from your attention and smile coyly.

“Aw, it likes me,” you tease. His cheeks burn so hot they’d probably sizzle if you touched them. So cute, pink. You wonder how pink and flushed his dick gets when he’s turned on.

“C’mon, I wanna see you do it.” You lean in, so close your lips barely brush his as you whisper softly. “Be a good puppy and I’ll give you a treat.”

He whines, rolls onto his stomach like an obedient little pet, and ruts against the mattress. He moans softly, panting into the pillows as he grinds his clothed cock against the soft mattress.

He looks so fucked out— drooling against the mattress, eyes shut and fluttering, a crease between his brows. He pants out soft ah, ah, ahs that make heat pool in your stomach.

The mattress springs creak as he speeds up, gets desperate to cum. His hands fist in the sheets, toes curl as he gets closer. He’s so close to finishing, of course he is, and you really want to watch, but you’d promised something else.

“Art, do you want your treat?” You ask. His eyes open slowly, his hips halt begrudgingly. You can tell he just wants to keep going, that he’s so close he can taste it. “I’ll lay down, and you can rub yourself against any part of me you want.”

“Clothes on?” He asks, looking up at you. You nod and he swallows, taking in the sight of you. Silky pajamas, exposed skin. He sighs, looks at you with big puppy eyes, and nods.

You lay down on the mattress, warm and smelling of him. He moves so he’s pressed against your side, with his arms slung around your torso to hold you close. He’s hard and wet through his boxers, smearing damp across your soft thigh with the first testing roll of his hips.

He moans, realizes how loud he’s being, and muffles his pretty pants and whines in your hair. His hips move of their own accord, fucking against the warmth of your thigh desperately, animalistically.

He cums fast. Maybe it’s just because he’s so pent up. Maybe it’s the feeling of a person against him, warm and supple. You feel his cock pulsing against your thigh, feel his cum seeping through the fabric as he manages a few feeble ruts against you.

“Thank you,” he says softly, languidly. “That was… it was really nice.”

He keeps you there like he wants to hold you, but you peel yourself from his grip and stand. “Goodnight.” He echoes the sentiment back to you as you hurry down the stairs.

In the morning, Art makes your plate at breakfast, exactly how you like it. Stands to refill your orange juice when you run low.

“He’s got a gross little crush on you,” Patrick mutters later, annoyance twisting his features. “He was, like, asking about you all morning. What kind of food does she like? What kind of music? Does she like tennis? So fucking gross.”

Art, like a golden retriever, dutifully chases tennis balls on the practice court. He catches the two of you looking, waves, and goes back to practicing his serves.

[beemochi-art]

I really like how you draw Jawbreaker...so much that i might wanna fuck him.

Ok yah sure! You should go fuck yourself first.

let me make one thing very fucking clear to you. I don’t fuck with that pedo shit you are on. Pro shipping I don’t know where in your little mold covered tard brain you thought it was ok to put this on that my page if it’s a safe place for you to get comfortable, but it’s not. As if I’d be like no sis that’s too crazy you can’t say that hehe. But no not me I’m going tell you how it is.

I fucking hate pedo lolicon whatever the fuck you call yourself. I genuinely wish the worst things for you. Probably gonna be yapping about it’s just a cartoon. Stfu.

I’m gonna assume you were one of the people that followed today of liked my last Jb post. I’ll keep my eye out for you from now on. Or better yet just block every new follower I got today. Im guessing you are new here cause clearly you didn’t see the big fucking post I made about sexualizing lgbtq kids isn’t protecting them. Tell you what there was two so I can’t be that hard to find. No great loss. Shame on you freak.

I’m going to tag transformers under this cause you are the exact people who the fandom needs to look out for. If my language or what I said offended, fuck you.

[marxo-fm]

The Missing Piece

✯ Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Every time you go over Sarah’s house, Joel always notices the melancholy in your eyes. He’s so eager to know what you’re hiding, and yearns to be the one to make the sadness go away.

Warnings: MDNI-18+, age gap (reader -20’s and Joel late 40’s), no outbreak, mentions of adult themes and language, soft!Joel, reader has depression, slight smut with plot, fingering, praising, pet names, dom!Joel, no descriptions of race/ethnicity, skin color, hair type/length, or body type.

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A/N: Surprise…surprise, this is going to become a series! Yes, you read that right. I’ve been thinking about this for a while, you know, switching it up here and there. I really wish I had a Joel Miller to help with my hard times but whatever he’s not real. Anyways, I hope you delusional readers, (also me), enjoy this! Thank you so much for reading and stay tuned for a part 2. Sometime soon.

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Joel had always noticed the way your eyes spoke louder than your actions. Your eyes pleading for someone to just notice. But Joel, of all people, noticed. Your friends from college never noticed, Sarah asked and wondered what was wrong, but you never wanted to burden her with your problems.

So what was it? You want to tell someone what’s going on. You want to pour out your heart and soul. But at the same time, you can’t. The burden, the guilt, the shame. You tried a therapist—that didn’t work. You told your parents but the words that came out of their mouths were, “oh honey, what could we do?” Or, “sweetie—you have everything. A home, loving parents, and great friends; what more could you want?” They were right, you did, but that didn’t matter. (Of course it did, you were grateful), but depression was depression.

You sighed and opened your closet. Sarah invited you over for a sleepover and you couldn’t decline. Maybe you needed this. Something to put a hold on your dreadful thoughts. You opted for a white tank top and white shorts that had a bow on top. Then you wore your light blue sweater over in case it was too cold.

You checked the time. Eight-thirty. You figured that you should leave now, and you asked your dad if he could drop you off instead of having to drive all the way there. You were in no state to drive. And you knew that very well.

—

“Look who’s here!” Sarah squealed, pulling you in for a hug. It took every energy from you to hug her back. You look over to see Joel with his arms crossed and his brows bunched up. He always looked lost in his thoughts, but this time, it looked as if he knew everything you kept inside without having to tell him. Your body grew limp as you looked into his dark eyes. As if he literally knew everything.

There was always tension when you saw him. You always denied it though, because for God’s sake, it’s Joel Miller. The thought of ever being with him or holding a conversation longer than five minutes seemed impossible. You didn’t hate the thought. Instead, it only made your face grow hot and the butterflies in your stomach flutter.

“Hello, Mr. Miller.” You greeted softly. Joel fucking loved when you called him that. When you showed your manners. But he still couldn’t brush off what the aura around you was. Mysterious, lonesome, sad. It made him feel heavy, as if bricks were on his shoulders and he couldn’t get them off.

“Hey,” he greets back. His southern drawl always satisfied you, but you kept your face blank and your emotions on fire. You liked going over Sarah’s house—because of Sarah—but also because you get to see the man that makes you forget about everything. All your sadness, worries, and fears. He was the type of person you could just pour out your heart to. You wanted to tell him everything.

“Want something to drink before we go upstairs? I can’t wait to show you the books I got earlier!”

“Just water, please, thank you Sarah. And I can’t wait to see what books you got too.” You gave a sincere smile as you watched Sarah walk to the kitchen and grab a cup and pour water into it. She goes to the pantry in attempt to look for snacks and Joel draws his attention on you. His biceps bulging through his black shirt made you feel fuzzy. You always forget how much Joel works. He’s still in his jeans and all. He just got back and he’s sweaty.

He told Sarah he’d shower in a bit and Sarah went on about how dirty he was. You chuckled for the first time in a while and Joel saw the way your eyes glimmered and wished they’d stay like that forever.

“Don’t mean to be a nuisance, but, you okay there darlin’? Seem a bit tired, huh?” Joel questioned. The wrinkles on his face were more evident in the golden light.

You clear your voice, he could tell something was wrong, but you chose to lie. “Uh..it’s nothing. I’m okay, thank you for asking, Mr. Miller.”

His dark eyes, those eyes that once resembled a pool of honey, now resemble the night sky. Except this night sky, in particular, didn’t have stars in it. It was dark. No clouds, no stars, nothing. Just a dark void. A black hole that sucked you in.

It scared you how dark they were. It’s like his eyes could reveal your secrets. Like he could see right through you.

“You lyin’ to me?” His voice grew deeper. If that was possible. And at that moment, you silently cursed at Sarah for going through her pantry.

You shook your head. It’s all you could do. Because you couldn’t muster up the courage to speak. Not when speaking to Joel made you feel like you could faint any minute.

“Got the snacks,” Sarah looked over at her dad then back at you and her expression changes, “dad, are you bothering her again!? Ugh, you’re so annoying sometimes.” They both chuckled and Sarah gave him a light punch on his arm. “Ignore him, c’mon.”

“Yeah. Ignore me.” Was the last thing Joel said before Sarah took you upstairs.

You just wanted this night to be over now.

—

“Sarah,” you tapped on Sarah who’s head is laying on a book she showed you earlier. She dozed off. “Hm?”

“Oh, sorry, but would you like to sleep on your bed now?”

“Oh gosh, yeah of course. Don’t sleep on the floor just sleep next to me.” You gave a small smile before you told Sarah you needed to drink water. “Goodnight, Sarah, I’ll be back.” You whispered before Sarah gave you a smile and immediately went back to her deep sleep.

She must be tired.

You walked downstairs only to see Joel on the couch. His right arm over his face and his mouth was slightly open. He’s sleeping, but this looked uncomfortable. He didn’t shower. You felt bad but also curious. Was he too tired to? Or is he just lazy and didn’t want to shower? You didn’t know. You noticed his shirt had risen up a bit and it revealed his toned belly.

That sight alone left your face hot, and the heat between your legs even hotter. What was it about this old man that made you feel things you’ve hardly ever felt for a guy? Was it his care? Curiosity? His looks? Or was it because he’s Joel Miller?

You shook your head and walked quietly to the kitchen. Your pour yourself a glass of water and open the cabinet for a snack, since well, you grew hungry and couldn’t help yourself. There was a bag of Takis, some cosmic brownies, bags of goldfish and all that junk that Joel talked to Sarah about. Always going on about how unhealthy they are and how they got chemicals in them. She somehow still got them.

You chose goldfish and you tried closing the cabinet but it was jammed.

“Shoot.” You muttered. You tried closing it, and you did, but in return…it was the loudest slam. You shut your eyes tightly then turn around to see if it woke Joel up, and it did.

He was already staring at you and you watched how his eyes scanned your entire body. From your legs to your head. Like he’s never seen you in without a sweater on. Joel cursed to himself and got up, walking slowly towards you.

“It’s one in the mornin’, what’re you doin’ sneaking round here?” He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. The look of exhaustion plastered all over his face.

“Oh-uh, I was just hungry.”

“Eatin’ goldfish ain’t gonna make that hunger go away y’know? You could’ve woken me up, I woulda made ya somethin’.” Your face heats up. “I didnt want to disturb, and it’s fine. Sorry I slammed the cabinet door like that, didn’t mean to.”

“It’s been like that forever I’ve been meaning to get it fixed but ya know—work.” You nod. Unable to move from his gaze that continued to linger on your face.

“You look good in those.” He points at your tank top and shorts. He’s been meaning to tell you how good you looked for a while but was afraid to. He’s always thought about you but kept it cool. He isn’t going to tell you how much you turn him on.

You shy away from his burning gaze, “thank you, Mr. Miller.” And he didn’t want to tell how much it drove him fucking crazy when you called him that.

“Drop the formalities, sweetheart, just call me Joel.”

Sweetheart.

Sweetheart.

And you repeat over and over, you sworn you could’ve passed away in that moment.

“Why do you always look sad? What’re ya thinkin’ bout?” His voiced tinged with curiosity.

“I just don’t know what I’m doing with my life and I feel like I’m not ready to become an adult yet.” You confessed and you let out a deep breath. Like all the weight has been lifted off.

“Come sit down with me, it ain’t that comfortable talking over here.” You walked with him to the living room and sat down next to him on the brown couch. The close proximity was enough to make your stomach flip.

“Being an adult ain’t all that. Sure it can be stressful at times with all the responsibilities, but you’re in your twenties sweet girl. That’s when you have the most fun. But comin’ from a man who’s about to turn fifty, damnit,” he cursed, earning a giggle from you, “it never gets easy. Pretty girl like you don’t have time to waste, you’re just wasting your youth by being sad.”

This was all you needed to hear. Therapists and whatnot didn’t help, but somehow, Joel did. You didn’t know if it was his comforting and soothing voice tinged with his southern accent was the reason, or if it was just his years of experience that gave you all the assurance you needed.

“Thank you, Joel.” You said softly, this time saying his name. You two stared into each other’s eye. The tension was there. You could feel the heat grow between your thighs. Joel could feel your frustration and yearned to make it go away.

And so he did. He finally closed the space between the two of you with a kiss so rough yet so gentle. Your eyes widened in shock as you deepened the kiss. His tongue filled your mouth entirely as you struggled to breathe or to make sense of what was going on.

Your hands run through his peppered curls and his calloused hands trace your soft bare skin. You hissed and he bit your bottom lip. He suddenly picked you up and placed you on his lap. You could feel his erection through his jeans and you instinctively ride him, he groaned, but his kiss only deepened instead. His fingers toyed with the hem of your shorts.

The kiss went on, his facial hair scratched your face but it made it all the more real. You’re really kissing Joel Miller and you didn’t think that’d ever happen. He smelled musky—a tinge of his wooden scented cologne invaded your mind and soul.

You both pull away, the string of saliva leaving the both of your swollen lips as you stared into each other with such hunger you didn’t know how to feed it. You regain your breath, but Joel’s hands soon slipped under your shorts and was now placed on your soaked panties.

“Joel!” You gasped. “This wet for me and I ain’t even do nothing yet.” He chuckled against your collarbone as he placed peppered kisses over your neck and shoulders, then slowly down towards your breasts. He took his free hand and kneaded your breast and in response, you let out a soft moan.

“Shh, sweetheart, don’t wanna wake up Sarah now do we?” You quickly shut your mouth with guilt as you remembered Sarah. “Fuck, what I would do to hear that sweet voice, baby, but we gotta keep it down. Ya think we can do that?” You nod, unable to form the words as he pulled down your tank top. Revealing your bare breast and he hissed in response.

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” he praised as he sucked and left hickies on your breast. You fought every urge to scream in pleasure but your bit your lip.

“Attagirl, so good for me, ain’t that right?”

“Y-yes, Joel,” you whimpered. You watched as his hand soon disappears under your panties, “lift your hips for me, honey,” ordered Joel and you did. He rubs the sweet spot of your clit and you feel white heat in your body. You forgot about all the worries and thoughts as Joel fought to make them go away, with the touch of his rough fingers and his lips.

His swipes his fingers through your slick folds as he continued to tease you, you lean on his shoulder, panting in frustration. “Please, Joel,” you whispered, and that was enough for Joel to insert one finger inside you. You gasp, wondering how the hell one finger made you feel so full.

It honestly made you feel dazed and anxious, because you couldn’t even imagine him being inside of you, how he would fit if you could barely manage to take his finger.

“S’fucking tight me sweetheart, relax.” He curls his finger in your aching cunt and hit that spot you weren’t able to reach with your hands, your brows furrow and you begged for more.

More, more, more.

You jaw dropped and you head tilted back when he inserts two of his fingers in. Thrusting them in and out and the lewd sounds filled the silence of the room. The pad of his thumb rubbed your clit in small circular motions as he held your hip with his other hand.

“Ride my fingers, honey, c’mon, you can do it.” You shied away from his face at the thought but you still did what he asked you to do. The pleasure was building up in the pit of your belly, like adding gasoline to a fire that was raging inside.

“J-Joel..I’m so—“ his fingers thrusted inside you faster as you rode him and he looks up at your face. Cursing while praising you, “you’re so fuckin’ beautiful, look at you. I’ve been dreamin’ of this, that sweet fucking face.” His free hand cupping the side of your face as he placed his lips on yours roughly. Like a rabid animal, so hungry and greedy for more.

He kissed you as if you were departing for a long long time, “that’s it, that’s my sweet girl, c’mon let it out for me. All for me.” The fire in your stomach exploded as you reached your first high. Your legs shook and your entire body grew weak. Joel pulled his fingers out and licked them, the lewd scene in front of you made your face grow a bright red.

“Taste’ so good, ain’t had nothin’ like this in a long time.” He kissed you again but the kiss was different, you could taste yourself in his mouth and you moaned.

“Lay down, now. Can’t fuckin’ lose you.” He ordered. His eyes now weren’t as dark or tired, his eyes glistened like honey in the sun. You want to tell him so bad that he wasn’t going to lose you.

Your shorts were still on, as well as your tank top, but now Joel sat in front of your spread out legs. He grabbed your knees and wrapped them around his waist, then unzipping his pants and unbuckling his belt.

This sight alone makes you want to come again for the second time. You were nervous yet so excited for what was to come. That this man alone was willing to do anything to keep your mind off, and you were ready to give him everything.

“Look at me and tell me if you want this, sweetheart,”

“God yes,” you breathed out, “I’ve wanted this more than anything.”

“Let me show you how much you mean to me.”

——

A/N: MUST I REMIND YOU THAT JOEL MILLER DOESN’T EXIST? MUST I??? Goshhhshshsh why do I do this to myself.

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[lost-pen-name]

Tom Ryder x fem!reader

Summary: Tom invited you to be his plus-one at a party with him. His friends are there along with a handful of your coworkers. Parties aren’t really your ideal pastimes (small talk, loud crowds, yuck) but you went anyway because maybe this one will be different. It wasn’t. Your introvert side kicks into gear after you lose track of Tom and make several terrible attempts at small talk. You escape the throngs of people and hide in the best place you could find: the grungy bathroom.

Word count: 2320

Warnings: mild spice, kissing

Author note: This was one of THE most fun fics I’ve ever written. 🙈 I was lowkey giddy the entire time. 😍 I hope you enjoy it just as much! ❤️

{ kiss me when nobody’s watching }

You startled at the sound of someone rapping their knuckles on the door.

“Hey, you in here?” Tom’s voice is muffled but you can tell it’s him.

“Go away, I’m not here,” you said as you took a step closer to the door. You pressed your forehead against it, the cool wood soothing the start of a headache. “Please leave, Tom.” You’re really starting to feel like Elsa from Frozen but there is zero chances he’s about to ask you to build a snowman with him.

“What, you scared of socializing?” You can just see the big dumb grin on his face. It’s that grin that makes you simultaneously want to slap the daylights out of him and kiss him until he saw stars.

Right now, it was definitely the first.

“No. I just want to go home.” You thumped your head on the door. It didn’t help the headache but it did help release some of the pent up frustration. “Whatever, just leave it. Go back to your party. Have fun without me, I know that’s very possible.”

It’s quiet for a few heartbeats. You held your breath and waited. Maybe he actually left? That’d be a miracle, he doesn’t typically listen to your requests. At least, not the first time you ask.

“No, I don’t want to.” Is he pouting?

“Ugh, Tom, please stop being so stubborn for one moment and go back.” No response. “I’ll be fine up here, I swear.” Maybe he’s worried about you? Highly unlikely but still.

“Can you just open the door so we can talk like normal humans? I can barely even hear you,” he whined.

You groaned. You hit your head on the door a few more times for good measure before reaching for the doorknob and opening the door an inch. The hallway was dark. With the faint glow coming from downstairs, you can make out Tom leaning against the wall by the door. He’s looking at his hands, using his thumbnail to clean out his other nails. He immediately straightened at the sound of the door being pushed open. You aren’t ready for the direct eye contact he made as he stood in front of you. His stormy eyes made your heart do acrobatics. You clenched your hands. He always seemed to have this effect on you just by standing close.

“Want to tell me why you’re hiding all the way up here?” He gestured around at the small bathroom.

You frowned. “Can’t a girl have a bathroom break?”

“Well, yeah,” he said as he pushed his way further into the room. Your eyes widened and you took a step back. “But you didn’t sound like you were going to come back down. Why?” Another step forward. Now he’s past the doorway, you and him almost standing body-to-body, leaning over you slightly.

You have got to look away from those heavy-lidded eyes. They’re making your thoughts lose motivation to stay afloat and drowning in those crashing waves was getting harder to fight. Your gaze moved down. Now you were counting the three buttons his shirt had undone and noticing how the fine hair on his chest was damp with sweat. Maybe looking here wasn’t much better but anything’s better than trying to think under that crushing gaze. “I don’t see how this matters.”

“Yes, it does. I invited you.” He pointed at himself. “And I want to know.”

“I just don’t like parties!” You threw your hands in the air. “There, satisfied?”

His gaze darkened. “Then why did you come?”

“Because, idiot, you invited me! And I wanted to come with you! I wanted to be with you. But now I’m chickening out and hiding up here and away from awkward small talk.” You let out a breath and looked back up at Tom. “Satisfied?”

He clenched his jaw and relaxed it. A tick he did when he was thinking. “You could’ve said you didn’t want us to go.”

You let out a sharp laugh. “As if that would’ve made a difference. I don’t have that kind of effect on you.”

He leaned down further, practically forcing you to look at him. Your throat tightened at the close proximity. You’d be surprised if he couldn’t hear your heart thundering against your rib cage.

“What are you talking about?” His gaze is searching as he looked into your eyes. “You’ve always had an effect on me.”

“Oh, c’mon, you’ve used that on every girl.” You sighed and turned to walk a few steps away from him.

You’re surprised when you heard the door shut and his footsteps as he followed you further into the bathroom. “You doubt me too much.”

The tiny bit of whine in his tone made you prickle. You whirled around to find Tom standing right behind you. You pressed a finger to his chest. “And you throw your words around too much. I know you flirt with almost every girl your eyes land on and I know I’m not any different than any one of them. So excuse me for not completely believing all of your smooth, honey-coated words.”

He reached up and grabbed at the hand you were using to point accusingly at him with. His warm hand enclosed your wrist and he pushed you backwards and pressed you up against the wall. He framed you in by putting his free hand on the wall next to your head.

“I don’t know why I have to tell you this but you aren’t like other girls, okay?” His voice was low, like you were the only two people left in the world and still he wanted to keep this moment a secret.

“Then what am I, Tom?” you breathed. The frustration was melting away and a gaping hole of yearning was replacing it. And you don’t know what to do with it. And that was terrifying.

“You’ve always been different, you aren’t like everyone else. You’re special,” he said. He brought his face down to the side of your face, his warm inhales and exhales now tickling your ear. “You’re mine.”

Your heart leapt up your throat as you felt his lips brush against your ear. A flutter, a mirage, a hint of a kiss. But then a small twinge. You couldn’t hold back the gasp as you felt a flash of teeth and a quick pull of your earlobe as he moved back. Heat rushed through your face and you prayed he wouldn’t be able to see how red you are in the dim lighting.

“Don’t do that.”

Tom licked his lips. It took everything within you not to press your mouth against his as you watched his tongue run over his plush lips. “Do what, darling?”

“Make me want to make out with you.” You jutted your lip out a bit in a pout. “I’m supposed to be mad at you, not madly want to kiss you.”

He grinned devilishly. “Oh yeah?” He reached out and fingered a lock of hair that had fallen loose from your ponytail bun. “Guess my Ryder charm is pulling through for me today.”

“Oh shut up.” You grabbed his head between your hands and pulled him down to your height and crushed your lips against his wet parted ones.

His eyes widened for a split second before he bent down further, deepening the kiss. He took no time in shaking off the surprise and taking control. He gently moved closer to you, pressing you firmly against the wall. His hands made their way into your hair and slowly undid the bun, his slender fingers tangling themselves in the strands. His mouth was warm, the heat of it sent tingles down to your toes. He wasn’t a desperate kisser, he kissed like there was nowhere to go, like he could always buy more time if we ever ran out. His touch was burning and excruciating but in all the right ways and you wanted more.

Your hands moved from his face and grabbed onto the open front of his shirt, anchoring yourself to him. You let your tongue push past his lips and did a quick run over his teeth. He tasted faintly of booze and citrus and jealousy. You can feel his mouth shift into a grin and he returned the favor but more forcibly, like he hasn’t eaten in days, ravenous, hungry.

You both break away for a breath. You opened your eyes and watched him as he panted. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are wild and sweat glistened on his collarbones. It’s a beautiful sight. You honestly can’t quite believe it’s you who was the cause of it.

Words are hard to draw upon, your head is more full with ecstasy than of coherent sentences. “What about the party?” you murmured.

“Screw the party.” He kissed and broke away again. “Screw the whole freaking party.” Another stolen kiss. “If it’s you versus the party, you win every time, baby.”

You bit back a grin. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”

He let out a laugh, a genuine laugh. The world paused at the sound of it. It’s a deep, rough laugh, like it isn’t quite used to coming out into the world but it’s so beautiful and lucent that the clumsiness of it is all forgotten.

You can’t help but stare up at him in awe. You could probably count how many times you’ve heard that laugh. It’s almost like it’s the eighth Wonder of the World and you wanted to savor the rarity of it.

Mild amusement flickered across his face. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re just so beautiful, that’s all.” You tilted your chin up and flashed a sly smile. “And you’re all mine.”

His hand grabbed your chin, angling it so your lips were just brushing each other, a butterfly’s flutter of a kiss. Goosebumps swept over your body. “All yours,” he said, his voice thick and rumbly. He closed the distance, his mouth desperate to be against yours again.

A knock at the door startled both of you. You untangled yourselves from each other.

“Um, hello, is this occupied? Kinda need to go.”

Tom growled under his breath. “Aren't there any other bathrooms in this place?”

“Maybe they’ll go look for a different one?” You hold your breath. Your tongue has the lingering taste of oranges and alcohol and it’d love to get a reminder how vibrant those flavors can be.

Another knock. “Hello? Can you hurry up in there?”

Tom turned his head towards the door. “The door’s closed for a reason, man, buzz off!”

“No, no, wait, it’s okay, we can let them use it.” You gently patted his chest, trying to regain his attention before he yelled more. “It’s okay.”

He looked back at you and his anger evaporated. He tilted his head down and looked remorseful. “I’m sorry we have to cut this short.”

“Me too.” You stood on tiptoes and placed a quick peck on his bristly cheek. “But we can always pick up where we left off, ‘kay?”

He grinned, his sharp canines glinting in the dim light. “Of course, darling.”

Your heart did a little leap at that. You shoved down the urge to just ignore the rest of humanity and stay here with Tom and quickly patted yourself down. Your hair was almost completely undone and your shirt was rumbled. You let your hair out of the ponytail and straightened your clothes.

“There,” you said as you did a check in the mirror. “Presentable.” You turned to look Tom over. He was mostly fine except for the red smears that covered his face. You groaned. “Oh no, you look like you’ve been mauled by cheap lipstick. Here, let me wipe it off—“

“It’s fine,” Tom interrupted. “I don’t care.”

You stopped in the middle of grabbing paper towel. “You sure?”

His mouth curled into a crooked smile. “I had one of the best nights of my life. I should let everybody see the souvenir.”

Your cheeks warmed and you gave Tom a joking shove. “That’s so dumb.”

“I enjoyed myself immensely.”

“Stop saying things that make me want to kiss you.”

“No, you.”

An impatient series of knocks made you both jump. “You know I can hear you talking in there. Hurry up. I really gotta go.”

Tom rolled his eyes before winking at you. He grabbed the doorknob. “Ready?”

You reached for his arm and linked yours around his and nodded.

With bravado, he flung open the door and pushed past the figures waiting in the hallway. As Tom bumped shoulders with the taller of the two, you heard him mutter, “Prick.

You almost had to run to keep up with Tom as he guided you down the hall. “Tom!” you hissed. You threw a quick glance behind you and had to slap a hand over your mouth to stifle a laugh. “That was Randy and Lauren! I’ve been practically begging Lauren to make a move for weeks! And you just called him a prick!” You slapped his forearm gently. “Thanks, now they’ll have questions for me.”

You stopped at the top of the stairs, the light from below cascading its way up. “Please,” Tom said as he bent down to plant a kiss on your head, “don’t worry about it too much, darling. If they have half as good of a time as we did, I doubt they’ll remember. And he is a prick, he ruined a good thing for me.” In the faded light, you see his lower lip slipped into a pout.

You laughed and cupped his face with your hand. Seeing him get upset over this, while it’s somewhat childish, sends happy tingles down your spine. It’s somehow endearing.

“Oh Tom, I’m always willing to go for round two.”

[caustinen]

hii talented person!! your hollywood au has me HOOKED & i love how in character you’ve made them!! your brain >>>

this is super random but i couldn’t help but think of an au (idk if it’s within this one or just a similar one to this one) where buck can like sing & i just feel like it’s just so him in a way to like express his feelings completely in song & like say everything he can’t quite say to bucky the way bucky does to him through that.

and again completely obsessed with you and your content, appreciate it sm!!

(so this unexpecedly turned into hollywood au drabble for a significant first in the relationship, i hope you like it despite it going a bit off the rails 🥲) so here goes:

hollywood au first ’i love you’ hc:

ooh i love this idea!!! i’m instantly thinking about this in terms of another amazing au, but to first incorporate it into the hollywood one:

while i don’t see gale maybe being a musician/writing the songs himself in this au, i headcannon him being very good with words, no matter if it’s about being eloquent and adjusting his speech to fit any context, but also appreciating well phrased text in any form, be it lyrics or poems or scripts or books or whatever. at the start of their relationship bucky would be constantly thrown off as the man he still perceives as somewhat quiet/soft spoken (at least compared to himself) can just out of nowhere say something very profound or just state the simplest of things in unexpectedly beautiful and inspiring ways, wether it was telling about his day, wanting to read quotes out loud from the book he’s working through that move him or kind of telling him he loves him without the actual worss in creative, genuine ways that leave him in awe.

and ahh thinking about the first time bucky hears gale sing!!!!! it’s early in the relationship still, and maybe it’s along to a tune from the radio or humming absent-mindedly while cooking or something but it stops bucky on his tracks — gale would NEVER sing at the karaoke or anywhere in public and maybe he assumed he’s just not musical like that or doesn’t know how to sing and doesn’t see the appeal of making a fool of himself like some others do — but this is how he learns that he infact has a beautiful, soft voice and a good ear to stay in tune, and since gale loves a good text, whenever he sings along to a song he really likes he knows the words and sings them with passion despite never being loud. it only makes it more special to realize buck’s probably never been comfortable enough to sing with anyone else, and the fondness and the feeling of being special to someone almost makes him choke back happy tears.

he doesn’t want to point it out in case gale would become self-conscious about it, but one sunday morning when they’re lazing in bed, john’s cheeks mushed against gale’s chest as the other is sitting up against the headboars and playing with his curls gale suddenly starts to sing ’can’t help falling in love’ so softly john can tell he’s completely lost in thought and just looking at him has made him sing it subconsciously, and this thought combined with listening to gale’s heartbeat breaks a dam in him. he sits up suddenly enough that gale yelps in surprise even before being pushed to his back on the bed and getting a lapful of bucky pressing wet kisses all over his face, and despite being confused gale starts to giggle.

”wha-” ”i love you.” this makes gale still, it’s the first time either of them has said it — it’s been right there, in the air, on the small silence after saying goodbye on the phone — but it still makes him hitch. john keeps pressing little kisses all over his face, and he seems so nonchalant about it, but by now gale can tell he’s nervous. after one more beat of being stunned to stillness he finally gets his wits back and next time john leans to kiss him he takes his face between his when he leans back.

”yeah?” he rasps, and john lets out a heavy chuckle, almost desperate sounding. ”yeah. huh. i love you.” gale’s breath hitches again. he can count with fingers of one hand how many times he’s been told these words by anyone before this moment, and now john has said them twice, and it send him on a loop. john seems to notice, and he looks almost apologetic, and that’s not what gale wants at all, so he sits up, john still sprawled in his lap, and hugs him tight, pressing his face to john’s neck and breathing heavily. john presses his face to gale’s hair and rubs his hand clumsily over the smaller man’s back and tries to not crush him under his bigger frame.

”you don’t have to say it back,” he whispers gently, ”i just, i don’t know. you know how i am. it came to me and it felt so big in my chest that i couldn’t contain it. and i felt like i wanted to tell you, no matter what, because lately i want to tell you kind of everything. and because i really do love you.”

gale twiches and makes a sound that is a mixture of sob and a whine. then he mutters something against john’s collarbone where his face is still pressed tightly against, but john has no idea what he said, can only tell he even said actual words by the tickling of his lips against skin. ”what?” he says, easy laugh on his breath, and that’s the final encouragement gale needs, because he knows what the feeling he gets is everytime he hears that laugh.

he turns his head so that it’s his cheek and not whole face against his neck now. ”i love you too,” he mutters again but it’s intelligble this time, and john’s heart actually flutters, he can tell because they are so tightly pressed together and while his lower body is losing sensation under his boyfriend’s weight he can feel everything else very fucking fine right now.

it’s silent for a while, just them hugging each other in the sunday morning sun, until bucky says ”cool.” and gale tries to fight him after that and they wrestle until they’re breathless from lauging and kissing and the addicitng high of being in love, and after that john isn’t afraid to ask gale to sing for him even tho it gets him an eyeroll every single time.

(idk what it is about this au that i can’t be normal about and everything turns into a minific IM SO SORRY but also i think there’s a lot of potential in singer!john songwriter!gale and john doesn’t know gale’s the one writing all these lovesongs his company is pushing for him to perform there’s so much cute miscommunication and realization right there!!)

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The Great Wave - Chapters 9 + 10 Review

‼️SPOILERS FOR THE CHAPTER‼️

Warning(s): watch me bully an old man, aurora slander, osamodas king slander, fat shaming, excessive use of foul language, racism, misogyny, did I mention I loath Aurora?, they’re both bad antagonists your honor, cyberbullying, PURE LOATHING.

I’d like to add a side note here:

I initially planned on reviewing chapters 9 and 10 separately but when I saw that confrontation between Aurora and Amalia, I decided to fuse the two instead. I did NOT want to talk about these specific chapters in their distinct posts because it would’ve sucked to see the conflict between Aurora and Amalia getting cut off in the middle of it.

We’re back.

Let the pummelling begin.

Aurora immediately starts making a fart face as she begins diving down to “attack” Amalia.

Are we impressed? No.

Should we be scared? No.

Should we expect any twist in the fight? No.

As soon as Aurora stupidly declared she wanted to fight, we all knew she was gonna get beat up to shit. Tot and Cathiane were trying very hard not to cringe while showing this. You can trust me, I was there in the room with them when they were thinking about this scene.

This is just very painful but my god was it funny as fuck.

This blue bitch with the witch face really thought she could take on a Mother Nature wielder with her chicken fingers please someone get this moron a brain.

Also what reason could Aurora possibly have to have wanted to beat Amalia to a pulp all these years? She claims she’s dreamed of doing this for so long but based on what reason? The fact that Amalia rejected all of Aurora’s weakass brothers and cousin for marriage? The fact that she would respectfully and calmly try to talk to Aurora even though she never liked her??? Bitch, what was the reason that would have made her so mad you wanted to beat her up????

Even Bonta will hear her scream in pain??? Girl, what the fuck are you babbling about? She clinically does not have a brain, where the fuck did it go? Aurora, YOU KNOW Amalia goes out and travels, right??? You know that her squad is filled with divinities, right??? What part of you thought it was a good idea to say that out loud AND think you had THE ADVANTAGE?????

This bitch wouldn’t survive a day outside of her kingdom, this is so fucking embarrassing. I loath her guts but imagine how embarrassed I’m feeling for her. She’s mentally slow. She doesn’t realize anything that’s coming out of her mouth and doesn’t use whatever’s up in that head of hers to properly think of any situation she’s in. She can’t think for herself, she can’t talk for herself if she wants to claim something, she can’t figure out the level of danger that she’s in, she can’t fight, she can’t lead, she can’t speak politely to servants, she can’t even be honest in a normal situation. I bet she can’t even make a sandwich for me, this hoe is even useless in the kitchen, on god.

And finally. FINALLY.

WE FINALLY GET TO HEAR AMALIA SAY THOSE WORDS.

You have no idea how much I fucking wanted Amalia to beat the living crap out of her and tell her how fucking weak she truly is compared to her. I’ve been waiting for this moment ever since we saw her stupid ass “family” make its entrance in Chapter 1.

YES, TELL THIS CUNT THE SEVERE GAP OF YOUR STRENGTH LEVEL ‼️‼️‼️

TURN THIS BITCH INTO A MCSANDWICH ‼️

Amalia is speaking our thoughts so coherently. Not once did we think Aurora was a menace, let alone even an antagonist. This bitch is just so braindead and one-dimensional that even calling her “self-aware” or “sentient” is odd to say.

With all the shit she’s been doing, Aurora is not even an annoyance, she’s a migraine.

This shot of her just getting the shit get beaten out of her made me so happy, you have no idea.

Like Tot must’ve been WAITING to see this hoe get wrecked too.

@geekgirles once explained how the osamodas’ strength might just be very weak compared to other races and how that weakness reflected itself based on where it was positioned in Oropo's tower. Coqueline can also be considered as a preview of what Aurora and her dad's strength would've looked like in the great wave because even Coqueline STRUGGLED to throw good attacks while fighting Oropo. She was canonically confirmed to be the oldest of the Siblings (even older than Echo) and yet the only thing she could have come up with while fighting Oropo was to use her teeth to try to tear Oropo's new form?? She literally went on all fours and tried to attack him with basic primitive skills. Literally what the heck.

So yeah, Aurora is unsurprisingly getting beat up and thrown around like a rag-doll by Amalia.

Amalia, honey.

Aurora’s not naive, she’s just really slow.

And yet that’s not even what we can describe it either.

Your pride is still here dumbass cuz you don’t look fine at all.

You got thrown so hard you couldn’t even fly, bitch.

Hoe thinks she was fine after the beating AND the throwing and then lies again about it.

Fucking pathetic.

I bet if she got a sword stabbed in her womb, she’d be like “i’M FiNe FaThER, bUt I cAN’t SaY tHe SaMe fOr mY pRiDe.” SHUT YOUR DUMBASS UP-

When Amalia comes up to them, this is where the osamodas king pulls out another weak manipulation tactic by saying this:

Motherfucker, you attempted to kick her out of her kingdom, her home, what the fuck are you talking about? Bitch is clarifying that Aurora’s child is Amalia’s nephew now??? He is so fucking weak, he’d pretend like he never tried kicking her out like a complete stranger just to save his own skin.

This dick dared to throw the “he’s your family” card on her as if he didn’t just encourage Aurora to tell Amalia she doesn’t belong in her fucking kingdom a few hours ago.

Dude thought he ate, this is so embarrassing.

Look at him trying to scramble his way out of this.

Now that he realizes how weak and pathetic he is against A PRINCESS WHO BECAME QUEEN JUST A FEW MONTHS AGO, he’s trying to do anything in his power to do what he does best to get out of this alive: lie and manipulate.

Only this predictably fails since Amalia had enough of his and his trophy daughter’s bullshit of constantly being forced to have them around.

And Amalia is absolutely pissed off that they can just say whatever they want so SHE ENUMERATES THE THINGS THAT THEY DID JUST SO SHE CAN BE SURE IT FINALLY DRILLED IN THEIR HEADS.

Even though what she said wasn’t exactly everything they did, she still has a right to point out the main thing they are known for since the necrome war.

But nah, they’re too stupid to actually get it and don’t even bear a second to the idea that their actions could have cost AN ENTIRE FUCKING RACE TO ERASE FROM THE WORLD. Imagine not having a full grasp of the idea that you could have been responsible for an entire race disappearing but also be the reason why the world had suddenly lost about 15% of its population in under a second.

No jackass you’re not leaving.

You’re dying here.

Also what the fuck? He got backed to a corner by a queen newbie and he still has the balls to say that he’ll come back???

Is he trying to see his daughter get her ass kicked again???? Or is he trying to see how long he could last the next time they meet????

How the fuck is he king??? What the hell is that strategy he came up with???? You call that a STRATEGY?????

Now I understand why we never saw him in any of the past seasons before. I understand why his fucking advisor has to be king for him.

Cuz he sucks at his own fucking job.

That guy hired his counsellor to represent him which is why every time the royal council of the world had to reunite, it was always the old white-bearded dude who spoke and was actually present.

This fucking gorilla was so absent from his own duties. So much so, that for an extremely long time, since 2012, we all thought the white-bearded guy representing the osamodas race from Season 2 was actually the real osamodas king. It wouldn’t surprise me if his own people thought his counsellor was their king because not only did WE think that way, but it was also because we learned in Season 4 that this fucking gorilla stayed in caves for long undetermined amounts of time and would hang around with THESE UGLY CRUSTY BATS WE’VE SEEN IN THESE TEN CHAPTERS while he’d be there doing god knows what with them.

This man, actually no that’s not a man. I’d be insulting them if I was insinuating he was one of them.

This fat ugly gorilla not only thinks he can just come back from a fight he already lost without any shame or awareness, but he thought he could handle TWO KINGDOMS AT THE SAME TIME WHEN HE WASN’T EVEN PERSONALLY TAKING CARE OF HIS OWN TO BEGIN WITH.

We don’t even know why he’s been in the caves on his own for so long but it sure as hell couldn’t have been more important than taking care of A FUCKING NATION, YOU FUCKING IDIOTIC CUNT-

I was so ecstatic when I saw that panel cuz not only did that mean I was going to see more prolonged pummelling, but it also means I get to see Aurora act like a total dumbfuck more.

Ew.

By the way, I love how @articwolfclawartist noticed the parallels with the choking here.

Amalia then commits animal abuse and that’s how these two ended up on the ground looking like disheveled and panting losers.

So Amalia not only beats AN OSAMODAS PRINCESS but also AN OSAMODAS KING AT THE SAME FUCKING TIME.

Must be embarrassing for the osamodas king above all. This fat gorilla is much older, more experienced than Aurora, and has been a king for a long time even before Amalia and Aurora were even born.

And who did he lose to?

To a young Sadida princess who became queen just a few months ago.

The fight hadn’t even lasted 30 minutes and he already lost by forfeiting the battle when he realized he and his trophy daughter had been cornered by sadida bomb dolls.

I repeat.

This “man”, who was king for decades, lost a deadly battle against a princess who became queen a few months ago.

He is such a fucking clown and so are all his offsprings cuz my god he has so many.

….she’s incredibly slow what the fuck.

I bet my whole bank account that the entire iop race can skillfully determine when their opponent wants to kill them better than Aurora.

Aurora: “ShE…sHe’S rEAlLy tRYinG To KiLl uS…”

Aurora a second ago: “I’d rather die than run away from that little brat…”

@pinkysgallery summarized it perfectly here.

And just like animals being hunted in the wild, Amalia corners them with freaking bomb dolls and makes these two look terrified as shit. Good. Their fears make me ecstatically happy.

But AURORA has the fucking nerve to speak again and make her look even more braindead than she already was.

I have so many things to say about this moment:

1) What is bitch talking about? This is the shit she can come up with? “ShOrt TeMpErEd”??? You guys didn’t even talk during the fight so how was she short-tempered if she didn’t speak about anything that would have made her look short-tempered???

2) Aurora is a fucking hypocrite but she’s such a hypocrite that she can’t connect the dots and realize how slow she looks when she quickly snapped just for seeing a female sadida servant being scared of her crusty bat, a male Sadida and a female eliatrope getting married, and knowing that she couldn’t fight Amalia so she still went on and tried doing that and expectedly failed miserably.

3) Contradicted to what??????? What is the chicken yapping about????

I believe she took her worthless manipulation “skill” from her dad. If you pay attention to her ugly chicken claws in the panel above, it’s shaking meaning that she’s genuinely scared of Amalia when she FINALLY learned that the boss-ass queen was trying to kill her.

See, here’s the thing I don’t get.

Sure, the osamodas king did not poison Yugo because we see who it was later on after the osamodas king’s interaction with Amalia ends.

But, here he is again telling Amalia she has no place IN HER FUCKING HOME ANYMORE.

According to who??? Who said she doesn’t belong here??? You??? The fucking outsider??? The king to ANOTHER FUCKING KINGDOM???

Oh yeah, right. You don’t rule your own kingdom that’s true. Your fucking counsellor does your job for you so that you can chill with some ugly crusty bats in caves and probably fuck them too while you’re at it.

He just said that she shouldn’t have hurt her nephew but bitch, if she’s his nephew, that then technically means she has to stay in her kingdom to teach him the Sadida way cuz he’s technically gonna be the future Sadida king. Literally what the fuck????

Ever since these two loser clowns came, they told her she had to leave but why????? When Armand got married to Aurora, Amalia stayed and there were no objections. So why is it a problem now??? If anything, now is the best time for her to stay cuz she’s the only one in the royal Sadida family who’s left and can teach her nephew the Sadida culture.

These people treat kingdoms so badly and have poor organisation to the point that the osamodas king had to be replaced by his fucking counsellor.

Fucking kill me already.

I don’t believe Amalia will receive any severe consequences. If she was ever interrogated and she told them the story from her perspective, these two bozos would look extremely suspicious. Cuz from Amalia’s pov, this is what she could say: “I was having a normal day, these two show up and demand the thrown and tell me to leave and on the very same day, my husband gets poisoned so I attack them and fight them. The fight hasn’t lasted 30 minutes and they easily leave.”

Also from who is she going to get any kind of consequence??

The other rulers??? They wouldn’t dare do anything when Yugo’s acting so unhinged right now.

From Gorilla and Chicken’s “family”??? They are so many, I’m pretty sure one of them wouldn’t mind taking the osamodas throne if it means taking the side of Amalia.

Sure, Amalia will learn that Gorilla and Chicken weren’t actually responsible for Yugo’s poisoning but do you really think she’d still give them her position after knowing they weren’t guilty? Hell no.

This fight meant more than just punishing them for thinking they had committed a crime. This fight also meant the beginning of her separation from the osamodas. For too long she had been forced to get used to them around her when Armand was alive but now she’s queen and gets to finally decide to cut them off for good.

In a way, this is also ironic. Gorilla and Chicken were expecting to cut off Amalia from her kingdom and yet here she is cutting them off from what they thought would be theirs if they just yapped and acted like fake responsible royals.

YEAH FUCKING KICK THEM OUT MAKE THEM WISH THEY WERE NEVER HERE ‼️‼️‼️‼️

I’m so happy she finally fucking beat the shit out of them so that they can FINALLY learn that they have no place here.

YOU BLUE-SKINNED DEVILS HAVE NO PLACE WITH THE SADIDAS GO BACK TO YOUR OWN COUNTRY ‼️‼️

Man, they’re such racists too cuz they realized the eliatropes stayed here, can you believe that? The audacity.

I’m just pissed that she didn’t kill them off though. They might come back for whatever fucking reason which infuriates me to no end cuz like…how the fuck do you come back after getting your ass beat the fuck out by one person when you had someone with you???

I swear if they come back wearing a smirk, I’m eating raw chicken and gorilla brain on the same day.

Fuck these people and fuck anyone who thinks they’re good antagonists. These shitheads gave me a daily migraine during the first volume and I’m so fucking glad they’re not acting like they’re the shit right now.

Look at them running away with their tails between their legs.

THIS IS THE SECOND FUCKING TIME THEY RAN AWAY WTF

If they think they’re royals and can take care of a kingdom, then why the fuck do they run away constantly???

Can you imagine having them as your king and princess? I’d rather die cuz I might as well vanish from the face of the earth if I was a sadida while being aware that these two animals would rule my kingdom.

I bet that the simple inconvenience that could impact the sadida kingdom would make them run away. If that happens, I wanna know what’s Aurora’s excuse this time.

The two people who shouldn’t have interacted so much in the necrome war were Eva and Armand. Eva was able to fight while handling two hyperactive children, and Armand was a fucking king and yet he was fighting on the first line of the battlefield.

Plenty of people, myself included, focused on Aurora leaving during the necrome war but now that I keep thinking about it more, the osamodas king was a bigger deal because he DID NOT have a reason to tell Aurora to run before running first.

If anything, because of the gorilla hanging around in caves and Aurora doing god knows what when Armand used to do his royal job, these two goobers are just royal cosplayers.

Literally. They’re just royal cosplayers.

Gorilla doesn’t do anything besides hanging in caves and Chicken just stands around.

I want you to know how big of a deal this is.

This is serious to think about cuz why the fuck WOULD ANYONE ENTRUST ANYTHING TO THESE CUNTS?????

Anyway, now that we’re done with whatever kind of circus that was, we go back to Yugo and Adamaï trying to balance the poison.

Yugo stop stressing me out with your words.

I know you’re not thinking straight right now and you’re having trouble thinking optimistically in a time like this, but YOU’RE THE SAME PERSON WHO KEEPS SAYING THAT THERE’S ALWAYS A SOLUTION TO EVERYTHING.

You’re gonna be fine AND you’ll find a way to get rid of the poison. You’ve got six Dofus, which can turn any demigod, and mortal, into a god! I’m pretty sure a deadly poison has got nothing on you if you’ve got these artifacts with you.

You’ll be fine (I’m definitely not trying to calm myself down rn)

Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you’ve all been waiting for…

The mysterious dragon and the female sadida servant were accomplices all along.

Not gonna lie, I seriously thought the Gorilla and Chicken hired this sadida servant for sharing the same hatred towards Yugo and Amalia, but now that I learned I was wrong, I have to keep reminding myself that the blue-skinned “royals” should not be taken seriously but should be treated like NPCs instead.

What flabbergasted me at this moment, however, was the reveal.

I can’t believe I’m saying this, but the female sadida servant wasn’t real. Instead, it was just a disguise. The actual culprit was…

Julith.

Freaking Julith.

She had been ordered by the dragon to poison these two which ended up making Yugo drink it alone instead. @onyichii once theorized, back when chapters 7-8 came out, that the female sadida servant in question could have been Julith and they ended up ACTUALLY BEING RIGHT.

Hi daddy 🥰💕 help me instead 🥰🥰

It was Grougalorasalar guys….

I-

I really thought the mysterious dragon in the dream was Draconiros…

Ever since Chapter 1 came out, I went on a legitimate rant/theory explaining why it would make a thousand times more sense that it was Draconiros and not Grougalorasalar.

Last time I checked, both dragons were the best choice for this theory but I was still shocked that it was the black dragon all this time. I was mainly surprised because Grougalorasalar had been part of Ogrest’s chaos when he was fighting Yugo and Dally back in the ovas which would be weird if he was the same dragon who traumatized Yugo in his sleep for unintentionally causing chaos around the world.

Not to mention that he’s smirking here almost like he’s enjoying the sight of Yugo suffering like this. Now yes, he technically hates Yugo so it would make sense to see that he’s enjoying his pain but then why did he tell Julith that they’ll put a traumatized Yugo and a confused Adamaï out of their misery if he’s now saying this? :

“We’ll talk about it later” ???

What do you mean by that?

When the poison didn’t fully do its job due to the six Dofus in his body, didn’t you just come out in the open to kill Yugo once and for all? Why then tell him that “we’ll talk about it later”?

This makes me wonder if there’s more to this poisoning than we’ve been let on.

Because there’s a possibility that since Grougalorasalar noticed the poison hasn’t entirely worked, maybe he’ll try something else or severe the effects of the poison by moving Yugo and Adamaï away from the Sadida kingdom right now.

mom come pick me up

Grougalorasalar is weird. Not in a bad way but not in a good way either.

He’s just weirdly weird? Does that make any sense?

At first, when I read chapter 10 for the first time, I thought Grougalorasalar being the one responsible for the poison wouldn’t have made sense until @kerubimcrepin explained how black dragons tend to be more inclined to cause chaos.

So I guess it would make sense why he’d be perfectly fine prolonging Yugo’s suffering if it meant it could slowly kill him? But then again, we have no idea if the belladone is even deadly enough to kill Yugo because he’s still breathing. The belladone poison should’ve killed him instantly so maybe the poison is only effective enough to severely injure Yugo but nothing more than that.

Man, I hate that it ended on a huge cliffhanger like that cuz how is Yugo supposed to get out of this one and how will they all react when they find out it was Grougalorasalar and Julith who tried poisoning them?

Do people know that Julith was supposed to be dead? Amalia knows her world of twelve history pretty well given her royal education so maybe she learned of Julith’s death in one of her classes teaching her about the Dofus era when she was younger.

Either way, it doesn’t matter.

Yugo, Adamaï, and Amalia will all be shocked as all hell in the 2nd volume.

My god, I already need it so badly I can’t wait anymore…

I’m scared and I don’t wanna throw up when I see what’s next for them…

[lolitasangel]

Noah-Break Up Pt4

I couldn’t find the strength to proof read this, so I’m sorry for any mistakes on my part

Tag list- @yarasdead @reyadawn enjoy🫶🏼

TW- none, well, maybe sadness I guess but anyways

“Wait, you havent been to the beach before?”

Here you are sitting in a cafe on a real date with a guy you didnt think would even look at you, you both had the same interest but you didnt think you both would be on the same page about you felt.

The cafe wasnt too small or big, it was in the downtown area of your area, Noah wasnt really familiar with this area, his friend and his girlfriend were the only reason he knew of this place. Dim lights, small book shelves with books to read, borrow, etc.

You had always loved this cafe, you’ve been going since you were a little kid, everytime you would need to ‘escape’ you would run down here and read whatever book you thought was interesting enough to read. The waiters and waitresses were always kind to you.

“I just never really had the urge to go and my family doesn’t really care for the beach so, I guess that’s what sparked me not really wanting to go.”

You and Noah have been talking non-stop since you started after you met. He was the most respectful man you met, holding the door open for you, pulling your chair out, you’ve never really experienced that before, it was a new feeling. Since you guys met up at the cafe you talked about everything. Your passions, interests, likes, dislikes.

When he found out you wanted to try learning guitar Noah immediately jumps up

“I actually have my guitar with me now, if you want i can show you a few chords” Noah suggests, seeing his eyes light up, with just even a small mention of you music, you can’t help but feel yourself smile, and agree “yes, yes, I would love that!”

Making your way down the park, hand in hand, you both were talking more about your interests. Walking up to the park, you shrink down a bit. “That’s a lot of people you thought to yourself”. Feeling yourself shudder beside him, Noah looks down at the large group of people, frowning, humming to himself, looking around, spotting an old oak tree “there!” He pointed for you, nodding, agreeing that would be a nice spot you walk down together.

Continuing the conversation from before “wait, so you were sure it was Harper who was talking to you? And not Jesse?” You ask, teasing him.

Noah on the way to car spent time telling you how he got really drunk, and thought Harper, was actually Jesse, spending hours talking to him only for Nick to find him and tell him to “leave Harper, the hell alone, and get to bed”.

Noah, giving you a little chuckle, “yea, I’m very sure” “what if Nick was just fooling you?” You liked poking fun at him, and Noah was aware, which is why he would always tease you back.

“Hmm I don’t know, maybe the alcohol I was drinking was the same kind you drank when you were talking to that statue last week, was it?” He asked jokingly, shoving him in a small joking way, “I’m just teasing you, sweetheart”.

After making it up to the tree, you lay the blanket it, putting the snacks he brought with him down.

While Noah was tuning the guitar, making sure it was perfect for you to play, you took the time to look around the park. Kids were playing, parents were talking amongst themselves, some kids skateboarding, dogs running around.

After getting situated under the oak tree, Noah grabs your hand, and leads you sit down on his lap, telling you it’s easier to teach that way. Leaning over your shoulder, “I’m gonna teach you a few strings and then I’ll teach you a song g, sound good?” Nodding your head, you were a little nervous, yes you knew a few chords, but you didn’t know how to play anything per say, but you were excited to be with him, it felt like forever since you two had seen each other in person.

Noah was taking his time showing you each string, each fret, the different things on the guitar, you started tuning it out, not on purpose, you just couldn’t help but sink into the feeling of having his arms wrapped around, along with his full undivided attention.

After spending sometime together, learning the different chords of different songs, you both decided to take a little break. Noah lifted the guitar from out of your grasps and moves it to the side.

Taking a deep breath, and letting it go, Noah pulled you closer in his arms, afraid any less tighter you would slip from his grasp. “You okay?” You ask, you could feel his nerves start to show a little bit more, coming to the conclusion that maybe the guitar lesson he gave you took his mind off of how nervous he was.

“Yea, you just make a little, nervous” he chuckled out, giving you a shy smile.

Giggling, you turn around in your spot from his lap, now straddling him, “why? You don’t have to be nervous around me, if anything I’m nervous” you mumbled out, and it was true, you weren’t used to being respected on dates.

Well, to be truthful the dates you went on were, you and whoever the guy that your friend set you up with would get drunk, become an asshole, and you would upset, not angry or anything just annoyed that you had to put up with another drunk guy.

Not Noah though, he was kind, respectful, and always listened and gave his best advice.

When you and your friends would all hang around Noah and his group, he would join in on the jokes, the laughs, the stories, you would sit back and observe, of course now you were more comfortable around him and his friends as they have all been nothing but nice and respectful towards you and your own friends when they were brought around.

Looking up from where he hid in your shoulder, Noah gives you a smile, you never noticed his freckles until now, you have never been that close to his face before.

You reached up and lightly touched the freckles peppered around his cheeks and nose, “I didn’t know you had freckles” you gently started to tap them with the pads of your fingers, they looked so cute on him.

Noah chuckled looking up at you, perched up in his lap, so in awe of his freckles. “Normally they are more prominent in summer, they can get pretty noticeable” reaching up, gently grabbing your wrist, pressing a kiss to the open palm of your hand, and pulling you closer into his arms, digging his head in your shoulder.

You felt flushed from the sweet kiss he gave you, yea it was on your hand but it was still sweet.

“Maybe next time we can go to the beach and pick up the lessons there?” Noah mumbled into your shoulder, remembering how you told him that you have never been.

Noah still couldn’t believe you hadn’t been to the beach, especially around your area, “I uh actually, have been to the beach before, I just, have a fear of the ocean, and swimming and stuff”, you mumbled out.

You decided to give your attention to the grass poking out around the blanket, watching it dance as the wind blew past you guys.

Noah, leaning away from your shoulder to get a better look at you, tilts his head “you have a fear of the ocean?” He asks, of course that’s a normal fear to have, “do you know how to swim?” He asks a second later, you nod, now looking at him “I just, don’t swim well, like I can swim, just not well” you mumble out.

“You should let me teach you, or help, you know? But only if you’re okay with it” Noah suggests, now taking his, very cold, coffee and taking one last sip.

Not wanting to make you uncomfortable was Noah’s main goal right now, he didn’t want you to be uncomfortable with him at all, in any aspects, so if he could help with this fear of yours, he was gonna do it.

You looked at him in shock, normally the people you were with would call you a coward, “just swim” is all they would say but ever since you almost drowned when you were a kid you were always nervous around pools, lakes, all of those things.

“Yea, we can do that, I’m free next weekend, if that works for you” Noah nodding his head “then it’s settled, I’ll pick you up okay? And if you want you can stay the night with me if you are to tired that night” Noah suggests, you knew he was nervous, and you knew he wanted to respect you and understand this fear you had.

“I would love to do that,Noah” you replied, resting your head back down on his shoulder, you felt more relaxed now, of course you guys flirted over the phone, many times actually, but in person, you got so shy.

“I can’t wait then” Noah replied, he pulled you in a tighter hug, crushing you a bit, pulling a small chuckle from you.

The sun was starting to set a bit, leaving a cotton candy hue in the sky, looking up you couldn’t help but find it so pretty.

“Whoa” you let out in a small whisper, “the clouds look really pretty” you said pointing at a cloud, “oh! That one is really pretty too! The strips look so nice” you said, Noah not even bothering to look at the sky “yea, real pretty” you didn’t catch on to what he said, or that he was looking at you when you said it.

Still in awe of how pretty the sky looked, the lower the sun went, so did the temperature. You start to shake from the coldness, Noah layed you both down under the tree now, looking up at an angle from the hill perched up, you resting against Noah’s chest, could feel you shivering a bit.

You know Noah was more of a cool type of temperature type guy, you however did not like it, especially when it got really cold.

Noah was aware of this, reaching over to pull the jacket he had taken off a few hours prior, pulled it over you, giving you a makeshift small blanket to curl into, to try and warm you up a bit.

“It’s getting late, do you wanna maybe take this some where else?” Noah suggested looking down at where you were laying, not realizing you may have taken a little nap on him.

“Oh my god, she fell asleep on me” Noah thought to himself, not wanting to wake you but, knowing how late it was getting and knowing you had to be up early in the morning, he gently shook your shoulder, just enough to wake you.

“Honey?” Opening your eyes, not realizing you fell asleep in his arms, you nod your head, you felt so comfortable and safe, you didn’t want to leave his arms.

“Okay, up we go” Noah started wrapping the blanket up, grabbing the trash from the snacks you both had, and strapping his guitar to the back of his shoulder. You sat up, help him clean up the area, reaching for his hand, you both start walking down the street together.

“Would you like to come back to my place and spend the night? You don’t have to of course but, the guys won’t be home for a while, and my place is closer to your job, it was just a suggestion, you don’t have to but, you’re welcomed to” Noah started to ramble on, you nod your head, tilting your chin up to look at him. “I would love to, Noah”

After making your way back to his car, he walks you to the passenger side, opening the door, and helping you in, before putting his things away.

While Noah started driving down the street to his place, you look over and see his arm resting on the center console, feeling brave, you reach over, grab his hand, and hold it in yours.

Feeling a quick small squeeze, you felt more relaxed. Of course you both knew you liked each other, and you both want to be together, you both were still nervous, but, you both also knew you wanted to make it work.

After arriving to his place, take your shoes off at the front door, hanging up your coat. You’ve been here many times before, knowing the ins and outs of the house. You both make your way upstairs to his room. Noah flopping down on the bed, patting his chest, silently telling you come lay with me please.

Making your way towards him, laying down, resting your chin on his chest, looking up at him. “I don’t have any change of clothes” you mumbled out, with a small pout printed on your lips.

“I’ll get you some, stay here” Noah proceeds to get up and find you some extra clothes. Digging through his closet for a little bit, he finds one of his band tees, confused, tilting your head.

“I haven’t seen that one before” you piped up from the bed, there was a point in time when Noah was sending you pictures of different prints for their new merch that hasn’t been released yet, and you of course felt a little proud because of it, like he trusted your word along with the boys.

“Yea, well, I knew you would love this one so I wanted it to be a surprise” the print on the t-shirt were the shadows of the boys, with red and blue lighting emerging from behind where they stood.

“Well you are completely right, I love it” Noah smiled at the comment and tossed it to you. “Here, you can change now if you want, and here’s some sweatpants as well, they are a little small on me so they shouldn’t be too big on you”

Getting up from where you were laying, grabbing the clothes, Noah turns around covering his eyes. Giggling from the reaction you whisper out “what a gentleman.”

After getting changed, and cozy you go and lay with Noah, he turns around burying his face into your neck, breathing in your scent.

“Would you like to watch a movie?” He mumbled out, he seemed exhausted as well, nodding your head, you both get up from your spots.

“I’ll be right back” Noah says before leaving a kiss on your cheek.

He had never done that before, of course he’s called you sweetheart or baby, but never a kiss. While he walked out you decided to set the movie up for him, picking a horror movie you both haven’t seen, you sit back and wait for him to bring back the snacks he has picked out for the night.

Dropping the snacks in the middle of the bed, he snakes his way up next to you, pulling you closer into his arms, if he wanted anything in the world right now, it would have to be you in his arms, for the rest of the night.

After watching the second movie with you he noticed you fell asleep on his chest, breathing in and out slowly, he had never seen you so relaxed before, you looked so sweet and innocent asleep, he just wanted to protect you.

Reaching for the remote on the bedside table, he goes and turns on a random tv show, pulling you close to his chest, reaching up to play with your hair.

Noah tried to fight off the sleep, wanting to enjoy having you in his arms for as long as he could before having you leave to go for work in the morning.

——

“Noah, I’m not understanding what the hell our first date has to do with anything. You broke up with me, I didn’t even get a call, or a text from you, I gave from that night, all the way down to the next night for some explanation.” You stated standing up walking away from him.

Deciding to make yourself a drink to calm down a bit. You loved him, god you loved him but you were still angry and hurt.

“I wanted to explain in person not over a text, and I knew you would be hurt and want some space, that’s why I didn’t text or call” Noah mumbled out, he didn’t mean for it all to turn this way.

“And” before continuing, he sits up from the coach making his way over to you, pulling you gently into his arms.

Noah didn’t want to see you at the bar with some other dude, and he didn’t want you to see him there either with some girls, who he had no relations with, if anything he was only there to get out the hotel and bus a bit and then go and see you.

“Then tell me, Noah, why are you really here?”

“I wanted to explain what happened, I didn’t break up with you because I wanted to, I was told that I had to” Before letting Noah continuing, you take a step back from him.

When you stepped out of his arms, he felt like an arrow was shot in his heart, nothing cute like Cupid, but like an assassin, coming in the for the final kill.

“I don’t,” before continuing you sit back down on the couch, taking a deep breath, “I don’t want to keep repeating myself, Noah” chuckling out the last bit of your sentence.

You felt yourself going absolutely crazy, of course you wanted answers, of course you wanted him back in your arms, of course you wanted to hang up all the pictures again, but you were still hurt and confused.

Noah was the first guy you trusted in a long time to give him your heart, and for him to take and then break it into pieces hurt worse than anything you had been through”

“I don’t know what’s going on, you’re telling me there’s more to the story but, it feels like this conversation is going in circles” before you continue on what you wanted to say to him, Noah cut you off before you even had the chance to blink.

“My record label told me that if I was in a relationship it wouldn’t work out, that in the beginning we would be traveling around a lot, and I wouldn’t have much time to talk to you. And fine I’ll admire it, it got to me, I didn’t, I didn’t want you to feel like I was leaving you behind, or, or that you were stuck here and had no one to talk to, okay? I just, I wanted you to feel like you didn’t have to you know, wait for me, and of course I said we could still be friends because I didn’t want to lose you completely if you did find someone else while I was away.” Noah rambled out.

Before you could speak a word, he proceeded to cut you off, wanting you to hear every word you had to say.

“I love you, Y/N, and I came back to tell you that I want to try again, and that I won’t hurt you and if I do I want you to know it wasn’t intentional and I will do everything in my power to make up for it, that I always have your best interests in mind and that you will always be my priority” you weren’t sure of what to say, of course you wanted him back.

You felt a little bit of guilt from the lack of care he received from your end. Had you known his anxiety this wouldn’t have happened, if you just heard what he had to say the first night you could’ve changed his mind, both of you know that.

“I’m sorry, that I didn’t reach out to you at all, I thought that maybe you hated me and didn’t want to see me and I respect that if that is how you truly feel but,” before continuing Noah sits down directly next to you, pulling you into his chest.

Not fighting his actions, you feel yourself go limp in his arms, you were exhausted from the crying, the hurting, the pain, all of it, you just wanted your boy back.

“Please, baby, I still love you and only you” Noah spoke up, softly in your ear, “there was no one else?” You couldn’t help but ask, it had been quiet sometime since you last spoke or seen each other “no, no one else, only you have been on my mind”

Not wanting to pull away from his arms, just wanting to sit with him like you did the first time you did when you first started dating, you were also ashamed that you didn’t hear him out the first time like you promised you would from the beginning of the relationship.

Feeling like the conversation you’re finally having with the man who broke you the most sink in you couldn’t help but break down crying in his arms.

“I’m so sorry, baby, I never meant for this to happen” he whispered to you, you wanted to try this again, you knew that, but you were scared.

“Promise me” you whispered out, not hearing what you said, Noah pulled back from you, trying to look at your eyes, but you couldn’t dare to even take a peep at his face. You felt so guilty.

“What did you say, baby?” Noah asked gently, grabbing your chin, forcing you to make eye contact, you let out a shaky breath.

“Promise me, not to do that again, promise me that you’ll tell me everything, don’t break up with me first just, just tell me how you feel before going to the road, please, I can’t take losing you again if I welcome you back” your voice choked as you whispered the last part.

“I promise” Noah whispered back, gently pulling you closer, pressing his lips up against yours, pulling you closer into his lap, straddling him.

Noah pulls back from your kiss, “does this mean that you’ll take me back?” He whispered, hope dripping from each syllable spoken out.

Taking one last look at him, you nod your head “yes, but you have to keep your promise”

Noah, he seemed to finally realize what you said, cried out “thank god” pulling you back into a long awaited kiss, with months worth of apologies wanting to say to you, months worth of no touching, kissing, talking to you, he wanted you to feel every emotion you made him feel while together with him.

“Thank you, baby” he whimpered out, pulling away from him, “why don’t we go to my room and watch a movie, we can talk more there” you whispered out, Noah agreed with your decision.

Picking you up and holding you bridal style, he walks you both to your room. Neither of you talk about the lack of pictures hung up, or his clothes that were no longer folded in your dresser, just wanting to lay with you and forget everything that happened.

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AN-If I’m being completely honest, I’m not too proud of this part, I’ve written, deleted,rewritten, deleted, rewritten this over and over again trying to make it as good as the others but this is probably the worst one, so, im really sorry if it doesn’t live up to your expectations, i would gladly take more constructive criticism (pls don’t humiliate me though). I don’t know if I will be doing more than 5 parts as I’ve kind of fried my brain thinking of how to write this little series but I truly did try my best on this but my head isn’t really working with me so, uh yea.

But I hope you all enjoyed this, I am really sorry for the short part, I hope you guys have a good morning/evening/ night🫶🏼

Much love-LP🫶🏼

[featheredenby]

Ransom

“You should drink more water.”

“You kidnapped me from my own house and blind folded me so that I can’t see you, just to bait heroes to come here.” Grian says, “I don’t think that you get to give me health tips.”

“To be fair there are a lot of people who would treat you a lot worse in a kidnapping.”

Written by: FeatheredEnby

Word Count: 2,368

Part Nine of: Show Your Fangs

A Superhero AU of Empires SMP/Hermitcraft/The Life Series/Artimator SMP

As the wind blows a missing poster flies into Scar’s face of course things like that happen when you’re on a roof but he needs to find Grian and for that it’s likely best to consult Grian’s other friends. As he only has one clue so far, a text message, “Whatever you do don’t trust C-Fire.” Scar climbs down from the roof and makes his way to Mumbo’s house where upon arrival he finds not only Mumbo but also Cleo. 

“Hotguy,” she says coldly upon seeing him, “What do you want?”

Stay in character Scar, “I’m looking into the recent disappearance of Grian Helios, I’m told that you two are close to him.”

“That would be correct.” Cleo tells him in an icy tone, “but why are you looking into this instead of the cops? Or his family members?”

Okay, I wasn't expecting that reaction. “Well it’s likely that this disappearance has something to do with the villains in this city and I don’t believe that his family members are well suited to deal with this.”

“Well you would be wrong in that regard as me, Mumbo, his half brother, his half brother’s boyfriend, his half brother’s adopted sister, and one of his coworkers are all working together to find him.” They inform Scar, “And you will find that all of us are perfectly competent so unless you have anything of value to give it would be best for you to leave.”

Scar could show her the text message but that would mean them learning that he’s Hotguy. At this point however when Grian has been missing for just over three days it’s worth it. “I have something that could be helpful.”

“Really?” Cleo asks skeptically.

“Yeah. Can I come in?”

“Sure.” Mumbo pipes up.

-

“So you mean to tell me that you are Scar. As in the same Scar who is Grian’s roommate. And you also mean to tell me that the last text that he sent you on the night that he was kidnapped is not to trust the vigilante C-Fire?” Cleo asks.

“Yep that’s pretty much it, but I would appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone.”

“Hm…”

“So where are you in the process of finding Grian?” Scar asks.

“We’re not doing very well, Mumbo?”

“Yeah,” Mumbo agrees, “I’ve been trying to hack into any files that could help figure out who took him but nothing has come up.”

“Wait what? Mumbo I know that you’re good with coding but how are you hacking into secure files?”

“Good point. Good point. But uhm, I would like to inform you that I did at one point hack into the comm system of the GFHA. As Well as getting into the files of the GFHA’s villain data.” Mumbo informs him.

“I’m sorry you did what?!?”

“Basically he’s the best hacker that we know.” Cleo tells Scar.

Knock. Knock. “Come in.” Mumbo says. Scar looks up and sees a strange assortment of people entering the room. First there’s the vigilante The Mayor and Grian’s coworker Joel and then there’s Cromia and Jimmy. The shock on The Mayor’s face is just too much. “Cleo,” she says, “You didn’t say that he Would be here.”

“That’s true I didn’t,” Cleo admits, “however I also didn’t know that he would be here and he brought information that could link the vigilante C-Fire to Grian’s disappearance.” 

“Mhm, and we should trust him because?” Cromia asks.

“Uh,” Cleo looks over at Scar, “Our dear friend Hotguy over here happens to know Grian personally. That’s all I’m saying on the subject matter.”

“Your point is? We all do.” The Mayor says.

“The point is that we all have a common goal, now does anyone have a clue where Pearl is?”

“Nope,” Jimmy says, “Something might have extended her shift at the hospital.”

“Okay then. Well we’re gonna split into groups, Mumbo’s gonna stay here and keep trying to find info online, Cromia you’re gonna go with Hotguy to keep an eye out at the park, Jimmy you and The Mayor are going to patrol the downtown area, and I’m gonna go over to the area’s where villains were last spotted.” They explain, “Got it. Good”

They break off into their groups and Cromia looks at Scar, “For the record I still don’t trust you.”

-

“You should drink more water.”

“You kidnapped me from my own house and blind folded me so that I can’t see you, just to bait heroes to come here.” Grian says, “I don’t think that you get to give me health tips.”

“To be fair there are a lot of people who would treat you a lot worse in a kidnapping.”

“True, but for all you know I’ve been able to scout out your hideout this whole time.” Grian tells him.

“Ha! Like you’d be able to do that our entire group is mutants and hybrids. You’re human and don’t have any powers.”

“Maybe that’s what you think,” Grian says while opening his incorporeal eyes and looking around the room, “I can tell practically everything that’s going on around me.”

“Uhm, and what exactly can you tell?”

“First of all I can tell that you aren’t wearing your disguise but you still have your mask on just in case my blindfold slips off. Second I know that the other two are watching this from over in the corner. Finally I know that I could easily take you all out as The Red Hand has bullet wounds in his wing and foot, C-Fire’s scythe is in the other room so she would only be able to use fire manipulation, and The Red King, who I’m assuming is the person that I’m talking to, is still dealing with the unpleasant side effects of a magically induced concussion.”

“How exactly did you know all of that?” The Red King asks him.

“Now why would I tell you that?” Grian responds, “Telling you that would just reveal information that you don’t need to know about me.”

“Maybe because you’re stuck in our hideout and completely at our mercy?” 

“Hm… Doesn’t seem like I’ll be for much longer though.” Grian says while checking around the perimeter and seeing Cromia and Hotguy coming around the corner.

“And why do you say that you’ve been missing for three days, what makes you think that will happen?”

To this Grian just laughs it’s not like these people will see that some of the local heroes and vigilantes are fast approaching the building. Now that Grian has backup and can easily get rid of these idiot’s memories about his secret identity it’s probably a good time to get on his costume. “Welp I gotta bounce.”

“What do you mean? You’re tied up and blindfolded.”

“Heh, that’s what you think.”

“What the-”

“𝙹ꖌᔑ|| ᓭ𝙹 i ᓭℸ ̣ ╎ꖎꖎ ↸𝙹リ'ℸ ̣  ᑑ⚍╎ℸ ̣ ᒷ ⚍リ↸ᒷ∷ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑリ↸ ℸ ̣ ⍑╎ᓭ ʖ⚍ℸ ̣  ╎ℸ ̣  ∴𝙹⚍ꖎ↸ ʖᒷ ∷ᒷᔑꖎ リ╎ᓵᒷ ╎⎓ ╎ ᓵ𝙹⚍ꖎ↸ ⊣ᒷℸ ̣  ᒲ|| ᓵ𝙹ᓭℸ ̣ ⚍ᒲᒷ.”

Just like that once again a purple light shoots from from Grian’s hands and just like at the masquerade party Grian is instantly in his Poultry Man costume. Within a second Grian uses his talons to unbind his wrists before ripping off his blindfold and running at The Red King. “What the you’re-” The Red King starts to stammer before Grian once again knocks him out. The Hand runs to tackle him but ends up tripping and getting his leg caught under a piece of flying rubble as Grian fires a grenade from a slingshot at him. At this point Hotguy and Cromia come bursting through the door, “Grian we’re- what the?!?”

“How did this happen!?!” Cromia screams.

“Don’t question it, I got him out of here!” Grian tells them, “Just get C-Fire!”

The “vigilante” is running over to her cherry blossom covered scythe and as she swoops down to grab it she narrowly misses an arrow that flies past her head. “Ugh… Jerk!” She yells as she throws her scythe at Cromia, he ducks down and the weapon’s handle hits his antlers before crashing to the floor. Within a moment Cromia sends an arrow from his own bow right back at her only for her to dodge and throw a fireball right back at him. As Cromia rolls away to dodge it Hotguy runs at C-Fire who is going to retrieve the scythe and Grian flies down to try and pick it up. C-Fire reaches the scythe first and swipes it up before turning around and hitting Hotguy with its handle before spinning it in the air and slicing his side with it. “Hotguy!” Grian screams while swooping down and out of instinct grabbing his gun and shooting at C-Fire hitting her in the arm before she runs away. Grian lands next to Hotguy and clutches onto him, “Oh no,” Grian whispers, “NO! Not again… not again.”

“I’m fine,” Hotguy reassures him, “Really I’m fi-”

-

That high pitched beep that happens when a character wakes up in a movie plays.

Grian watches as Hotguy’s eyes flutter open as he lays down on a couch in the employee’s lounge of Cleo’s cafe. Hotguy attempts to sit up only to have to lay back down because of the bandage around his waist. Grian picks up a cup of tea that he made for him and hands it over, “Hey,” Grian says gently, “How are you feeling?”

“Not the best,” Hotguy admits, “What exactly happened again- Wait your-”

“Cuteguy?” Grian finishes.

“Wait, so why did you stop being Cuteguy to be Poultry Man?” He asks.

“Well, I’m sure that you remember the incident that happened a few months ago.”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Well the whole idea that I had almost killed you kind of weighed down on me. But if you didn’t know that I was the person who almost killed you you couldn’t hate me.” Grian explains as his eyes start tearing up. 

“I don’t hate you.”

“I know I was being stupid, now can I finish my story?” Grian asks.

“Right, sorry.”

“I tore up my Cuteguy costume and used the symbol from the chest as a patch on an old pair of pants. Then I grabbed some supplies and headed out to remeet you. A week or so later of course there was the masquerade and I went in a drag costume so even then people wouldn’t recognise me, we talked some and then the fight happened. Afterward I was incredibly concerned for everyone who was there, especially for the people who I either knew their identities or who I cared about more about.”

“Like?”

“Well like my roommate or my coworkers,” Grian says, “But back on track, I heard that Grian Helios went missing and quite a few of the other vigilantes started to try and track him down. I normally work alone as Poultry Man and after the incident I got new powers from the magic possession mushroom shit. I used them to find him quicker, then of course the fight from earlier today happened and I was concerned that you would once again almost die. I forgot about being careful about my secrets and did my best to save you. I didn’t want to relive what had previously happened.”

Grian finishes talking and there’s silence until Hotguy speaks up, “You didn’t happen to see under my mask did you?”

“No, all though I will admit that I considered looking to see who you are.”

“Then why didn’t you?” Hotguy asks him.

“It’s not my secret to know, just like how I told you that I’m Cuteguy, that was my secret to tell. But I would only expect you to tell me who you are if you somehow learned who I am.” Grian explains.

“Hm… Are you gonna start being Cuteguy again?” 

“I don’t know.”

“Let me know if you do, okay?”

“Sure,” Grian tells him while standing up, “I talked to Cleo by the way, they’re willing to let you stay here until tomorrow if needed.”

“Okay, thanks for letting me know.”

“You’re welcome, Also… Thank you.”

-

Scar stands in front of the door to his apartment as he considers the conversation that he had with Poultry Man or well Cuteguy earlier. He could have seen who Scar is but he didn’t look, this is the second time that Scar almost died due to The Red Ones. It’s quite possible that either Cleo or Mumbo will just tell him that Scar is Hotguy but he doubts it, however there's someone else who Scar should probably tell. He shakily walks through the door and to his delight sees Grian sitting wrapped in a blanket on the couch. As Scar walks in, Grian looks up at him and smiles, “Hi Scar.”

“Grian!” Scar yells happily as he heads over, “Are you okay?”

“I mean the whole kidnapping thing was a lot to handle but I feel fine now.”

“Are you sure?” He asks while sitting down.

“Yeah really, I feel fine. Honestly it was kind of weird, The Red King tried to tell me that I don’t drink enough water.”

“Wait really?”

“Yep, I think that they were just trying to lure people there.”

“Hm…”

“You good Scar?” Grian asks.

“I- I think I know why this all happened.” Scar tells him.

“What do you mean?”

“I- I have something to tell you.”

“Which is?”

“Okay so you know how they kidnapped you?” Scar explains.

“Scar, I think that I know I was kidnapped.” 

“Can you keep a secret G?”

“Scar, you have no idea how many secrets I’ve kept.” Grian says.

“I- okay. I’m, actually nevermind.” Scar says.

“Okay?” Grian says in a confused tone.

“What?” Scar asks.

“Sorry, Sorry,” Grian laughs, “I was just expecting some sort of big reveal.”

“That makes sense.”

“So, you want to binge watch the life game movies tomorrow?” Grian asks.

“Sure, should we invite any of the others?”

“Totally.”

Okay maybe Scar was being a coward to not admit it, but to be fair that would probably break the contract that he signed with the GFHA. The last thing that Scar needs is to become a public enemy for breaking his contract.

[mayariviolet]

𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫

⊹₊⋆ starring atsumu miya x reader

summary: Your lovely boyfriend Astumu has one enemy. And he sleeps with you every night.

cw: slightly suggestive in the end.

a/n: Inspired by a vague memory of one of my exes getting really jealous of my teddy bear and hiding it in my dorm. This is off the cuff stuff people!

Miya Atsumu punches your stuffed animals whenever you leave the room. He gets unreasonably angry at the thought of this smiling pompompurin doll getting coddled by you every night. Is it unreasonable? Yes. Has he ever been a rational person? No. So whenever he came over, and you left the room to do whatever, he would punch your stuffed animals.

Not aggressively enough to disfigure them. But enough to where you had to confront Atsumu about it. Truthfully, you overheard him whispering about how your pompompurin stuffed animal ‘wasn’t that guy,’ whatever that meant.

“Atsumu,” you say firmly. But he doesn’t hear you. Or at least he pretends not to. “Why is pompompurin’s hat flatter than yesterday.”

“Don’t know,” he mumbles, turning to face the wall. “Maybe he’s getting uglier every day.”

You rolled your eyes, shutting the bedroom door behind you. Atsumu shot up at the sound, whipping his head to face you.

“I’m still here.”

“Okay, good.”

“So is pompompurin.”

He mutters something under his breath, playing with your blanket. For such a large man, he seems smaller, surrounded by your trinkets and stuffed animals. It’s endearing.

“I think you two need to set aside your differences,” you say, sliding onto the bed to sit with crossed legs. Pompompurin now sits in your lap like a child. Atsumu scoots closer but at enough distance that he has at least a foot of room between your dishevelled stuffed animal and himself.

Atsumu raises an eyebrow in disbelief, “You tell him to be nice. Look at him there sitting all smug,” he squints his eyes like he’s waiting for a rebuttal.

Pompompurin’s expression remains unaffected, donning a stitched smile and brown eyes.

“Right…”

“Why does he get to be with you all the time?” Atsumu whines.

“Because he’s my Son, duh? Also, we live together,” you shake the stuffed animal in front of his face before putting it cheek to cheek with you, “You and I don’t.”

Atsumu pouts, “But if we lived together… you’d get rid of him?”

You blink back your surprise, “Ugh, ‘Tsumu, please. Of course, I wouldn’t. He is a non-negotiable. If we moved in together, would you get rid of that baby pillow you sleep with?”

“Don’t bring Mr. Pillow into this.”

“That’s a double standard!” you scoff, “I will bring Mr. Pillow into this! If we move in together, they would have to sleep next to each other.”

Atsumu ponders this proposal momentarily, just long enough that you hope he doesn’t hurt his brain. Suddenly, a coy smile creeps up his face. You can’t help but shake the feeling that the last several weeks of beating up your stuffed animals were nothing more than a long con.

“So… if we move in together… and they sleep next to each other… where does that leave us?”

“A piece of paper that says we share the same address,” you retort deadpan.

Atsumu huffs and lays back down on the bed, sulking. You can’t help but giggle. Putting aside your stuffed animal, you drape yourself over Atsumu. He adjusts his body so you’re lying on top of him. His hands settle on your bare hips- keeping you firmly in place. The oversized sweater you’re wearing keeps the top half of your body warm.

“It leaves us with a bed that’s hopefully big enough for all of us only if you put aside your differences. Okay?”

Atsumu rubs small circles with his thumbs on your hips.

“Okay,” he says with a smile before pulling you in for a kiss.

a/n: This was supposed to just be a headcanon… oh well! Enjoy my little drabble. I have a couple of longer pieces of writing currently in the works! I’m gonna (hopefully) upload them before I go on vacation mid July. Kisses!

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[natimiles]

Wanna go somewhere? (Mammon x reader)

Summary: You’re feeling down and Mammon makes it his mission to cheer you up.

Words: 763

Tags: no pronouns for reader; Mammon being a sweetie; fluffy; can be established or pre-relationship.

Notes: this is a gift for @nightghoul381 requested by @judejazza! Have a lovely time with your demon, ghoulie!

Mammon is more perceptive and smart than most demons give him credit for, and you know this better than anyone. He knows everything about you, from how you look when you wake up to how you react when things don’t go as planned. Just one glance at you, and he can tell when something has happened and you’re feeling down.

He tries to brush it off and says it’s not like he spends his days observing you or anything, but you don’t believe him anymore — it still brings a smile to your face, and that’s all that matters to him.

That’s why, when he looks at you now, he knows he needs to do something. You’re looking at the front of the class, but your eyes aren’t really focused. He knows you’re not really paying attention and absorbing whatever the teacher is saying — it’s not like he is paying attention either, anyway.

An idea pops up almost immediately in his mind. He waits for classes to finish; he doesn’t want to risk Lucifer’s wrath, after all. When he leaves the final classroom with you, he walks by your side along the same path you take every day, until he suddenly stops.

“Huh? What’s wrong?” You stop immediately when you notice. You look around, already imagining that something happened or that one of the witches was summoning him again.

“Do ya… have any plans now?”

“No. Why?” You tilt your head to the side.

“Wanna go somewhere?”

“Oh?” A teasing grin forms on your lips. “The Great Mammon wanna go on a date with his human?”

“W-what? Well, you should be honored The Great Mammon wants to take you somewhere!” You snort lightly, and he crosses his arms over his chest, pouting. “Ya wanna go or not?”

“I do,” you beam at him.

“Of course ya do,” he mumbles, smiling sheepishly.

“Where are we…” You start asking, but his transformation into his demon form makes you lose track. “...going?” 

You raise a questioning eyebrow at him, trying to think where you’d possibly go that he’d need to fly you both there. He simply extends his hand to you, and without much thought, you accept it. Mammon pulls you close, carrying you bridal-style, and his wings spread on his back. In the next second, you’re both flying.

From this close, you can’t ignore the redness in his cheeks or the slight trembling of his fingers against your body. He tries to disguise it by holding you tighter against his chest. A tender smile spreads across your face, and you decide to let him off the hook this time. He’s already struggling enough.

“So… You gonna tell me where we’re going?” you whisper close to his face, watching in amazement as goosebumps arise on his skin.

“Y-ya… Ya’ll see.”

He heads towards the direction of the house, but then ascends higher and higher... You’ve flown with Mammon before, but usually it was to get you home or to RAD faster when you were late. You’ve never been this high before, and your arms involuntarily tighten around his shoulders. He doesn’t say anything, just looks at you from the corner of his eye and adjusts his hold on you, ensuring a tighter grip that comforts you — even though you know Mammon would never drop you.

When he finally stops, you feel like your heart will explode. Everything is as dark as always, but if he moves a little to the side, you’re sure you could touch the clouds nearby. From this high in the Devildom sky, the stars seem so close you feel like you could catch them, and the city below looks so tiny that its lights resemble small stars.

“It’s beautiful up here.”

Your eyes shine so brightly that Mammon gives himself a moment to stare at you without a care in the world. It’s just the two of you anyway; he can have this moment just this once.

“I thought it’d cheer ya up. Ya looked down before.”

You turn to look at him, surprised to notice he’s still staring intently at your face, paying attention to every little detail to read you.

“It did,” you whisper, a smile forming on your lips. “It really did. Thanks, Mammon.” You kiss his cheek and snuggle your face against him, getting comfortable to watch the beautiful scenery for a few more minutes.

Mammon smiles, a little relief showing on his features, as he adjusts you in his arms. He kisses the crown of your head and nuzzles his nose into your hair.

“Yer welcome, my human.”

Masterlists

[cr4yolaas]

blue spring — wonder

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he’s a little startled to see her already inside the studio, waiting for him. her attire is a bit more comfortable than what he’s used to seeing her wear in public, but he pays no mind to it. instead, all he can focus on is the task at hand — hauling all of the paintings to a museum thirty minutes away, before their dinner reservation.

her panic is clear on her face. a box of wrapping that’s almost clear and a handful of translucent brown tape sits on the ground beside her, where she stands with her fist to her lips and her hand against her hip, as if deep in thought. he takes a moment to observe, just as he always has. there’s a few more paintings placed against the walls, each of them imprinted with her signature on the side. those weren’t there a few days before. he wonders how much she went through to get it all done.

slowly, he traverses around the room, strings of sunlight spilling through the small windows a few feet above him and illuminating his path. he traces each detail, each line, each hue that’s been embedded on every canvas, and he thinks about what it was like for her to paint them. he thinks of the hours she’s spent in here alone (he hasn’t seen many other students come to this building, after all), and he questions how she puts up with it; how she can bear to sit on a stool for an eternity painting and sketching whatever image comes to mind.

each work tells a different story, ranging from soft and delicate bodies to scenes that are more saddening and gore-y. the girl and her two-headed lamb sits in the center of the line. it remains his favorite of all.

“i’m sorry to call you here on such short notice,” she says once she notices his observations are complete. “i’ll pay you back tremendously. not just for this, but for putting you through so much over these past few days.”

“it’s no problem,” he reassures her. the words spill out instinctively. “you did a lot for me already. you know, with the tutoring and all.”

his remark has her pausing in her tracks. “oh,” she begins, her memory of the exam (that they were supposed to prepare for together) dawning on her. “how did the math exam go for you?” to combat the guilt crawling up her spine, she draws her attention to the packing materials and gets to work while waiting for his response. her hands drift across the surface and trace each line made by her own hands before concealing it all beneath the wrapping. she watches as he copies her movements.

“it went really well,” he exclaims, seemingly proud about his score. “i scored much higher than i thought i would. thanks to you, of course.” the sentiment catches her off guard, and she pretends it doesn’t affect her. it’s sickening, how malleable she is when it comes to him. she swears she was a mess just a few days ago. but now, everything seems fine. it feels like she’s capable of getting better.

he’s much stronger than her, she realizes, and he goes through the wrapping process with ease, contrasting her struggle to fit the material over the entire canvas. eventually, his hands find hers and lift the plastic over the edge she can’t quite reach, and for a moment, she feels his breath on her skin. it’s electrifying. it’s horrifying. she wants more.

but she can’t have more. so, instead, she begins to open the back door of the studio, the afternoon sunlight seeping into the room as the heavy metal creaks open. she did ask tsukishima for permission to borrow his car, thankfully. the vehicle waits outside the backyard, conveniently parked right against the curb. kageyama is already taking the artworks from the studio before she can say a word. she nearly smiles at his eagerness to help, to be there for her.

instead, a small frown finds its way onto her face.

she’s not meant to be attached, she reminds herself. it’s the same words she told herself a few weeks ago. and yet, regardless of how often she repeated it in her head, she managed to fall victim to his generosity.

it feels wrong. she isn’t sure why — maybe some subconscious in the back of her head is telling her that she’s undeserving of his kindness, or maybe it’s the bitter taste on vulnerability on her tongue. she was meant to work, to strive, to succeed independently, but something about him fights against the methodology that’s been ingrained into her since she was young. for a moment, she watches him pace back and forth between the car and the building to bring each canvas into the trunk, and despite his strenuous efforts to ensure each one makes it inside safely, he doesn’t ask her for help once. as if he’s content doing these little things for her.

the guilt comes crawling back, once more. she lifts the last few pieces into the back before he can do it himself and closes the door with a soft thud. kageyama sits at the driver’s seat — another overwhelmingly nice surprise he throws her way.

“why are you driving?” she questions him, as it’s in her nature to oppose what falls against her routine. he only smiles at her, softly, the corners of his chapped lips curling up ever so slightly. he seems to be out of breath, and she feels too bad to let him drive but she doesn’t have the time nor patience to argue. begrudgingly, she finds her way to the passenger seat, and as soon as she buckles herself in, he’s already leaving the campus. the directions are already on his phone, and a soothing playlist is already on the speakers. he already knows her too well. it’s haunting, but she can’t find it in herself to complain.

when they pull into the staff parking lot (as directed by her lovely event coordinator), a handful of people and a person she assumes to be the director stand at the door. they’re already rushing to help her with her items by the time she can even step foot outside the car, and briefly, she feels special. the dreams from her youth once contained in her little heart of fancy dinners and a group of her own servicemen are being showcased before her, just in a more mellow fashion. the remnants of that little heart blossom at the sight.

kageyama sits back as the staff carries the canvases away and watches as she converses with the director. she’s nervous, as told by the fiddling of her fingers against the hem of her shirt and the constant shifting of her posture, but it’s clear that she’s even more excited. he likes seeing this side of her — the one overflowing with love for the arts and an unrivaled passion. it’s refreshing to see hints of a smile on her face as opposed to furrowed brows and baggy eyes (although, the baggy eyes never quite go away), and he longs to see more of it. he yearns for toothy grins and heartfelt expressions and genuine joy out of her, but his heart and mind can’t handle that realization just yet. so he shoves it back down to the pits of his stomach, acts like he isn’t discovering just how much he likes being around her, and observes in silence as she returns to the car, the air around her much lighter.

the drive to the restaurant (which yachi picked out as soon as the plans were made) is silent. it's an hour away from the art center, but with the afternoon traffic, it may as well be two hours. however, she doesn't stress over it, so he doesn't either. there are hints of exhaustion riddled all over her face, and he wonders, again, what it must be like to see the world through her eyes. to live so dangerously within a tango of self-destruction all for the sake of a dream to create. he admits his obsession with volleyball isn't very different, but within her, there's something more than just that. it's something he can't put a name on, and yet, he sees it within her every time — when she's studying, when she's working, when she's conversing about the thing she loves the most — it's always evident.

he thinks, for a moment, that he likes that part of her the most. whatever he had buried deep down within himself resurfaces, this time stronger. in his peripherals, she's fast asleep, her head limp against the window just as it was when they picked her up from the studio a few nights prior. he wonders why she didn't choose to dress up for an occasion celebrating herself. he wonders why she's so drawn to the arts. he wonders why he's so attracted to her passion, unwavering and quiet all the same. he wonders why he can't bring himself to hate her, even if her inability to prioritize herself over her craft hurts both herself and those around her in the process.

he doesn't want to admit his lack of immunity to her. so instead, he continues to drive. his eyes stretch across the horizon of cars before him, and the scenes of the city on his left and right, as if to distract himself from whatever cognizance is coming upon him now. but no matter how hard he tries, he can't escape it. so much so that, when they pull into the parking lot beside all of her friends (if she considers most of them that), he doesn't get out for a while, nor does he bother to wake her up. all he wants to do is bask in her presence. it's terrifying.

it only takes a few minutes for her to stir from her slumber, and when her consciousness slowly slips back into her grasp, she's almost startled to see him still sitting beside her.

"what are we waiting for?" she asks, the remnants of sleep still laced in each syllable.

he doesn't want to look at her, in fear of doing something he definitely shouldn't do. he looks straight ahead into the fancy double doors and replies, "nothing. i just wanted you to rest up first."

she doesn't question him any further, and slowly, she begins to collect herself. she removes the hoodie she's wearing to unveil a slightly more formal top, adorned with a ribbon in the center of the neckline and bits of lace peeking out from the short sleeves. it's the version of her he had grown accustomed to before he bothered to speak to her. before he got to truly know her.

he waits patiently as she straightens herself up, delicate hands smoothing out wrinkles in her pants and the stray strands of hair. they exit the car together, and when their presence is made known to the group (who have been waiting inside the lobby for a little too long), there's an amalgamation of complaints regarding their tardiness and excitement at their appearance.

it's peaceful. he looks to his right and sees her smile, once again, although this time, it's full of warmth. he can’t stop staring. he wonders if she truly feels happy, at this moment in time. he hopes she is.

𝜗𝜚 blue spring is half written half smau atp

𝜗𝜚 yn in her healing era after going thru the worst breakdown of the century thank god !!

𝜗𝜚 btw everyone gets drunk at the party except for yn tsukki and kenma (two of which are designated drivers)

𝜗𝜚 tsukki yachi and yams were struggling on their commute to the restaurant since they’re so used to driving tgt. they kept arguing over which stops to get on and off at

𝜗𝜚 kageyama’s last text to her was genuinely the most impulsive decision he’s made in relation to her so far. he sent it with one hand over his eyes his phone far away and his face turned away

𝜗𝜚 yn almost went on an unprompted rant to the director about her exhibit but remembered the dinner party </3

𝜗𝜚 i’m so sorry for making kags n yn so dense but it had to be done. awkward unable to comprehend own emotions guy x passionate cold-shoulder shoves all her emotions so far down she doesn’t even recognize them anymore girl is the trope for this one

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