#and he was like is he me. is that why i dont like him. and i was like LOL

[nibbelraz]

Pls consider MBJ looking between his spy and his spy's didi and just trying to make sense of these two

POV: you are Mobei Jun looking at your loyal servant glare absolute murderous daggers at you while his younger brother (that you didn't know about) is just staring at you weirdly

[secretlyazombi3]

let's get in the back of your cop car, officer .ᐟ₊˚⊹♡

 leon kennedy x afab! reader

๋࣭ ⭑⚝word count:  2.2k ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ NSFW, 2nd person, some fluff obvi ^_^, established relationship, re2r leon, subby leon kinda, unprotected (pls don't do that), riding, oral (m receiving)

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ summary: You stop by to visit your boyfriend in his cop car during one of his nightshift patrols :3

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ a/n: uhhh i normally dont write stuff like this bc its not my thing, but oh my god my period has me FERAL man its not funny 😭😭 not proof read im too lazy ! also how do ppl write this without giggling lmao

“Jesus, you scared the shit out of me.” Leon said as he rolled the window down as you patiently stood outside his police car. 

“You’re so jumpy.” you replied as Leon glanced around the parking lot anxiously. You knew Leon’s habits, you knew he always stopped at this gas station near your apartment before a night shift. “It’s midnight, forgive me for not expecting someone to knock on my car window.” Leon mumbled as he looked back at you. 

You wrapped your hand around the door handle and pulled it open, not caring to ask for an invitation into Leon’s car. He was your boyfriend after all, so why bother asking. “Hey, you can’t just-” Leon stuttered as you entered his car and sat down in the passenger’s seat suddenly. 

Leon glanced around the parking lot again. “You-you can’t just jump in my car like that, I’m at work, I’m on duty… It’s unprofessional.” Leon stuttered out. 

You looked out the car window and analyzed the gas station parking lot - it was empty, obviously, there was clearly not much demand to get gas at such late hours. 

“Nobody saw me get in, you’re fine.” You told Leon as you turned your head back to gaze at him. 

“I’m still on duty! I can’t let just anyone come in my car, I.. I need to focus on patrolling.” Leon protested. “Well, I’m not ‘just anyone’, am I?” you replied, batting your eyes at Leon and giving him big puppy eyes you knew he couldn’t resist.

Leon didn’t reply, simply staring at you, hesitating before beginning to drive the car out of the parking lot.

“You’re so stubborn,” Leon mumbled as he drove away from the gas station. “You’re going to get me in trouble.” 

“Only if we get caught. We just won’t get caught.” you replied as you looked out the window. 

Leon mumbled something incoherently, he furrowed his eyebrows as he continued to drive down a nearby highway, still pretending to be upset at you for forcefully joining him for a ride. 

“I just wanted to bring you some company, must be lonely driving all alone at night for hours.” you said quietly before you placed your hand on Leon’s thigh. Leon stopped mumbling and his expression reluctantly softened. He loved physical affection. 

Truthfully, he did get lonely on his shifts. It was painfully boring to just drive around the highway, park on the side of the road and keep an eye out for anything suspicious or any speeding. He didn’t mind you being here with him, he truly needed the company or else he’d go insane one of these nights. 

Leon pulled over onto the side of the road and parked where he normally parked when he patrolled this highway specifically. It was dark out and a pretty lifeless side of town, there were barely any cars driving down the road. The streetlight Leon parked under was old and the light flickered every so often.

“You just do this all night? Sit in your car all alone?” You asked Leon, sounding a bit shocked. 

Leon shyly nodded and shrugged. “I mean, yeah…”.

“I should really come visit you more often, then. You must be so bored.” you replied. 

“I-I can’t just hang out with you on my job.” “It’s not like you’re doing anything urgent. You just sit here all night. Nobody will know.” Your hand went up Leon’s thigh. “I can make your night more interesting, you know…” “Stop..!” Leon said, a twinge of whininess in his voice, clearly embarrassed. “That’s so unprofessional.” Leon added, his face turning a bit redder than normal as he desperately prayed you didn’t notice the twitching in his pants. 

“You’re such a rule follower.” You replied as you finally pulled your hand off of Leon’s thigh. 

Your gaze shifted from Leon to out the windshield. “The sky’s so pretty tonight.” you said as you looked up at the moon. It was a full moon tonight, the moon was resting in the sky just above where Leon had parked his police car. 

“At least you get to look at the sky every night.” you spoke softly, glancing back over at Leon. Leon was gazing up at the stars for a few moments before turning his attention to you. 

“It’s not as pretty as you.” he said quietly. You smiled - it was cheesy, but it was cute. Leon’s pink blushing face made it better. 

“Shut up,” you replied as you noticed Leon leaning in a bit closer to you with a soft expression.

You sat there for a moment, analyzing Leon’s pretty face, memorizing each mole on him before you allowed yourself to be pulled in by him for a kiss. 

You placed your hand on the side of Leon’s face as you kissed and used your other hand to take off your seatbelt so you could lean further into the kiss without being restrained. 

Leon pulled away for a second for air and quietly mumbled your name in a breathy voice. His hand rested on your cheek, he gently rubbed his thumb against your skin. “You’re so pretty, so fucking pretty…” he whispered gently to you.

You glanced down and finally noticed the bulge in Leon’s pants. “Oh, Leon..” you whispered. 

Leon looked away, seemingly embarrassed that he’d gotten hard over nothing, over a simple kiss. “It’s nothing.” he mumbled. 

“No, baby, let me help you.” You insisted as your hand moved to his zipper, slowly unzipping his pants. 

Leon was breathing a little harder as he watched you. “I-I shouldn’t be doing this.” he breathed as he felt you slowly slide down the fabric of his boxers, letting his hard cock free. 

“It’s okay, baby, nobody’s on the road anyways.” you assured him as you moved your hand to gently rub him raw, which immediately made him tense up. You spat on his dick to lubricate it before continuing to stroke him, feeling him twitch against your palm. 

“I guess so,” he replied. 

“Is it okay if I…?” you asked as you eyed his cock. Leon bit his lip a little, getting more aroused seeing your pretty face so close to his cock. He nodded. “Mhm, yeah, go ahead.” he replied. 

You parted your lips and wrapped them around the tip of his cock, which was glistening under the moonlight after he had begun to leak some precum. His face was flushed, he was embarrassed that he was so easy. One kiss was enough to give him a boner.

“Mph..” you moaned quietly, the sound slightly muffled by Leon’s dick being stuffed in your mouth, as you slowly began to lower your head.

 “Ah, fuck..” Leon moaned as he leaned his head back, feeling you begin to take his cock deeper, feeling the tip prod at the back of your throat. 

“So good, so good for me…” Leon whispered breathily as he gently brushed his fingers through your hair. He tried to keep himself calm and collected, he tried his hardest to keep himself under control but he just couldn’t. 

He gently gripped on your hair and tugged it, pulling you down, forcing your head up and down. Leon grunted as he felt you swirling your tongue around his length as he continued to force you up and down, nearly choking on his dick. 

Leon rolled his head back, turning into a whining and whimpering mess as you continued suckling on his dick. He couldn’t help but begin gently thrusting against your face, face fucking you.

 He eventually managed to control himself and he stopped the movement of his hips. You rested for a moment, dick fully down your throat, your nose resting on his happy trail. Leon finally calmed himself down, still whimpering as he felt you remove your mouth from his cock. 

“Baby, fuck..” Leon whimpered as he felt his cock, now wet from your saliva, touch the cold air of the cop car. You pulled Leon in for another kiss and began to rub him again. You flicked your thumb over his tip, which was dripping precum at this point. Leon could taste his skin on your tongue as you two kissed. 

“Let me ride you.” you whispered between kisses as Leon whimpered from the pleasure of your hand around his length. 

Leon nodded. “Do whatever you want to me…” he whispered. He leaned back in his seat, reclining it to give you some more room as you straddled him after slipping off your pants and your soaked panties. 

“Leon..” You whispered as you rubbed his tip against your entrance. You slowly grind your hips down, you enjoyed watching Leon’s reaction as he slowly entered you. His mouth never closed, his lips stayed parted as he slowly pushed his cock inside you. “Ah- ah..! Fuck, you’re….you’re so fucking tight…” Leon moaned as he watched you begin to slowly move up and down, riding him slowly as he held your hips. Leon’s thighs were trembling at this point, he was overwhelmed with pleasure.

Leon slid his hands up your body, pushing your shirt and bra up so he could see your tits. Leon was completely infatuated with your body, you could tell by the look in his eyes. 

He was still whimpering and moaning the entire time you rode him. Leon couldn’t help it, he was really noisy in bed, and he couldn’t help but moan like a whore every time his sensitive dick got the slightest friction. 

Leon groped your chest after watching it bounce with each movement for a while, playing with your chest as you continued moving up and down on his cock. 

“Fuck, Leon…” you breathed as you felt him rub his thumb against your nipple. You felt the tip of Leon’s dick slam against the spongy spot inside you that filled your body with pleasure. Leon clearly knew he’d found your spot by the way you gasped. 

“That feel good there…?” Leon asked, looking up at you through his eyelashes, his eyes half-lidded as he tried to keep them open. 

You desperately nodded as you felt Leon begin to thrust his hips upward, repeatedly slamming the head of his cock deep inside you, stimulating that spot. “Good boy…” you breathed before pulling Leon into another kiss. Being called that caused Leon to involuntarily thrust his hips harder into you. He loved being called that. 

Your hands traveled up Leon’s shirt, you felt on Leon’s abs as Leon gasped for air between each and every kiss. He was clearly getting closer and closer. Leon glanced up at you once you pulled away from another kiss, watching you bounce on his cock as he rolled his head back again, this time letting his eyes shut as he continued whimpering. 

“Baby,” Leon breathed as he continued thrusting his hips upward involuntarily. Leon gripped your hips tightly, digging his nails into your skin as he whimpered. 

“..’m gonna come, gonna come…” Leon whined between breaths. “Shh, I got you,” You cooed in response, placing your hand on his cheek as he rested back. Leon moved his hand down to rub his thumb against your clit in a circular motion without you even needing to tell him. 

“Fuck, good boy, such a good boy, Leon…” you breathed. Leon whimpered as he desperately thrusted his hips into you, pounding your pussy as you pulled him in for another kiss. “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna fucking come…” Leon whined between kisses. 

Leon wrapped his arm around you tightly as he came deep inside you, his cock twitching inside you as your walls suffocated him. You slid your tongue past Leon’s lips as you felt yourself reach your orgasm as Leon desperately rubbed your clit. You moaned desperately into the kiss as you came, hugging Leon tightly back.

You pulled away for air after the kiss. Leon was still a whimpering mess after coming. Leon’s eyes were still shut as he rested back, desperately gasping for air as if he’d been underwater for hours. 

You slowly pulled yourself off of his lap, your pussy leaking his cum as you scrambled to put your panties back on, not wanting to leak cum all over the inside of his cop car. 

Leon was a panting mess, his dick raw and sensitive after cumming. He was leaning back with his eyes clenched shut, his tongue involuntarily hanging out like a dog. 

“Good puppy.” you whispered to Leon as you kissed his cheek. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Leon was resting against the window, sleeping peacefully until you poked his cheeks. “Leon.” you said softly, your tone slightly sing-songy as if you were trying to wake a toddler. The sun was beginning to rise in the distance. 

“Huh…?” Leon mumbled sleepily, his eyes fluttering open and shut. “Come on officer, your shift ends soon.” you told Leon. Leon rubbed his eyes before glancing around. 

“Shit, you’re right.” he replied as he pulled his seatbelt back on. He always got sleepy after cumming, he had been knocked out for hours now. His face was bright red, not only embarrassed that he’d fallen asleep but he was also thinking about what you two had done only a few hours earlier. “Can’t believe you fell asleep on the job Leon, that’s so unprofessional.” you teased him as he slowly drove back onto the highway. 

“Shut up…” Leon mumbled shyly, avoiding your gaze. 

[twinkrotica]

1. probably misgendering and anything to do with incest roleplay or wtv

2. 2 years

3. yes but like. as in anything over 5 inches is a no go. i am NOT a size king unfortunately

4. probably my ex boyfriend who randomly asked me to misgender him in the middle of sexting without talking to me about it first

5. yes 💔

6. nowhere yet!!

7. hair pulling, collaring, edging, overstim...the list just goes on 😭

8. no thank god . i think i probably would kms

9. in general i like my chest and thighs least and i like my eyes and stomach most xd

10. i like that im pretty funny most of the time but i hate that sometimes i cant read the room

11. uhhhhh nothing

12. never ? 😭

13. anything anal sex. like NO back the actual hell away ❤️

14. eyefuck a hot guy for like 30 seconds straight and look away like nothing happened

15. that my bf was here :-(

16. my bf running his fingers through my hair

17. NOOOOO ABSOLUTELY NOT. NEVER EVER . NO

18. uuuhhhhhh.h i already have

19. i dunno i dont pay attention i just either hope i get the courage to kiss them or they kiss me. i really domt care i overthink too much to pay attention

20. uhhh i havent been given any i just rawdog it

21. all of them ? hello??

22. both!!!!

23. none :-(

24. like probably 7 1/2 most days

25. if im stalking their likes and they have a bunch of like. misgendering or detrans or incest kink shit there thats immediately a red flag 2 me personally

26. my bf . duh

27. no tbh. like when we're dating i dont care if you think someone else is hot but the moment you cheat im just done with you . like im a rly romantic person so like all that gay shit i said was for nothing like errrr what.

28. any as long as its from my boyfriend :3c

29. sorta?

30. nope

31. yes :3

32. no amd i dont plan on it!

33. no thank god 😭

34. no. hello why did it repeat

35. nope

36. nope

37. nuh uh

38. if ur fingering someone. you NEED lube. doesnt matter if theyre wet already its better to be safe than sorry!!! also. pls relax your fucking fingers 😭 nobody wants to get their insides poked at instead of fucked. also BODY LANGUAGE. PLS. UNDERSTAND IT.

39. hand holding duh

40. evening or night

41. trying to get out of the habit of being dead silent!!!! like im so used to not making any noise but like. i kinda have to so he knows im like. actually enjoying whats happening

42. like probably an hour, it doesnt just have to be kissing and touching either you can literally just look at me and. boom waterfall

43. the OPPOSITE because what if someone else watches it

45. mostly tired and extremely hungry/thirsty

46. i was explaining how i most likely had a chipped molar and my bf said "oh which one is it?" and i said my right lower molar and he was like "i just said that because i wanted to have my fingers in your mouth" LIKE HELLO blunt much...but like. you dont have to ask WAIT WHO SAID THAT

47. not like excessively but yea

48. uuuhhh none because hashtag anorgasmia probably.

49. its. its sex. how is it incest we're the same person. and how is it masturbation we're in different bodies. its sex between 2 people. hello

NSFW asks cuz the other lists are too big or too boring, limit of 3

1. What's your biggest turn-off?

2. What's the largest age gap between you and a sexual partner?

3. Does size really matter?

4. Who was your worst sexual partner?

5. Have you ever faked an orgasm?

6. Where's the riskiest place you've done it?

7. Do you have any unusual fetishes?

8. Have you ever been caught in the act?

9. What do you like least and like most about your body?

10. What do you like least and like most about your personality?

11. What's the craziest thing you've done to attract someone's attention?

12. When's the last time you were flat-out rejected and how did you handle it?

13. What's your biggest sexual fear?

14. What's the most flirtatious thing you've ever done?

15. If one wish could come true right now, what would it be?

16. What's the strangest thing that ever turned you on?

17. How do you really feel about anal?

18. How far would you go to land the partner of your dreams?

19. Do you like when someone else makes the first move?

20. Best dating advice you've ever been given?

21. What's the best kiss you've ever had?

22. Do you prefer to give or to receive?

23. Most outrageous sex dream you've ever had?

24. On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is your sex drive?

25. What's a red flag for you in a relationship?

26. Who would you have fucked if you thought you two would never be caught?

27. Do you think a relationship can come back from cheating?

28. What's your favorite kind of kiss?

Have you ever...

29. Sent nudes to someone?

30. Had public sex?

31. Had phone sex?

32. Had a threesome?

33. Accidentally sent nudes to the wrong person?

34. Had a threesome?

35. Sexted while at work?

36. Fucked someone at work?

37. Watched porn with someone else?

38. What is something you wish people knew about sex?

39. What's your favorite way to show casual intimacy?

40. Do you prefer morning or evening sex?

41. What's the most challenging part about sex?

42. Ideally, how long does foreplay last?

43. Does the idea of recording porn with someone turn you on?

44. What's the last thing you came to?

45. Do you feel tired or energized after sex?

46. What's the hottest thing someone has ever said to you?

47. Do you like the scent of sweat?

48. What's the most memorable orgasm you've ever had?

49. Is fucking your CLONE incest or masturbation?

50. Ask me anything!

[calebsangelbby]

・❥ I TOLD YOU NO , PIPSQUEAK

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ rundown :: caleb goes through your phone and finds out something he most likely wasnt meant to find out . frustrated , he ignores all your attempts to flirt with him ... that is , until it gets too much .

WARNINGS :: NSFW! 18+ , porn w/ no plot , dom!caleb , sub!reader , use of y/n , overstimulation , slapping , oral sex (reader receiving)

a/n :: tysm for everyone who voted on the poll for this ! i apologize for taking so long to write it , been busy w/ personal things . hope you enjoy nonetheless 💋

it all started when caleb found out you were sending the pictures of yourself looking all cute to other men. he didnt know what to expect when going through your phone , but it definitely wasnt that .

he should be the only one you're talking to .

he's spent the last few hours sitting in silence & staring at his ceiling , contemplating whether or not to confront you about it or stay silent and let it build up . his time for thinking ends abruptly when he hears his door creak open and views you walk in . it's late at night but it's not rare of you to come in because of a bad dream ... but your reasoning of barging in is a lot more sinister than something so innocent like that .

you close the door behind you and lean your back against it , making eye contact with him before beginning taking small steps toward him , swaying your hips purposefully just to have the pleasure of watching his eyes roam down to look at them .

once you reach his bed , he breaks eye contact as you sit on the edge of the it; too upset to look you in the eye . not thinking much of it , you twist your body to lay a hand gently on his thigh . "caleb," you utter, trying to make him look at you . "caleb, i have a favor to ask .." at that , he props himself up on his arms to meet your gaze with his .

"what is it, pips?" he asks with furrowed brows and a tone with just a hint of irritation , something you can only pick up on . "i dont really feel like talking to you right now , let alone do something for you . " he says and you can see the frustration on his face now , eyes narrowed and lips pulled into a straight line .

your eyebrows rise up to your forehead , your hand flying to your heart . "oh, you're mad at me ? what'd i do ?" you question with mock innocence . at that , he scoffs and brings his arms out from under him so he can fall back down on the bed . "im really tired , could you let me get some sleep please ? it's been a long day . thanks . "

you smirk at his response , letting out the smallest snicker . "woah there , i didn't think you were that mad at me to ignore me .." you mumble , fixing your eyes to look down at the bed and bringing your hands to your lap; gazing up at him through your lashes . "do you want help getting it out of your system ..? i can surely assist with that."

you're almost sure you can see the way his body tenses up once he hears that.

he swallows hard and you can view from where you are the way he hesitantly shakes his head , crossing his arms over his chest . "no , pips . not tonight .. im exhausted and i was about to go to sleep before you came in . leave , please , now ." his voice is asserting , or at least ... attempting to be . after looking over the images you messaged those men , truth be told he has had a boner ever since and instead of going to bed like he told you he was ... he was actually just about to jerk off . thank god you havent noticed .

"oh come on, dont be so lame . we both know thats a lie," you point out , shifting your body completely to make it easier to slip your hand over his thigh once more , sliding it higher and higher . "let me help you , caleb ... if you wont tell me why you're angry then at least allow yourself to let it out in a way thats healthy ."

"my god, y/n, give it up already!" he yelled , the sexual frustration in his voice clear . he jumped up from his laying position into one that was on his knees , standing up rather than sitting down on them . before you knew it , he was grabbing you by the arms and slamming you down into the mattress beneath him. "you want this so fucking bad, huh? you're such a damn slut, arent you? say it . tell me you're my slut."

all that comes out of your mouth is a gasp, your brain short-circuiting at the pace of which things just switched around . you're hastily sliding your eyes over his face , taking in the crazed look in his pupils , the way his nostrils are flared , his lips in a scowl ... taking in how divine he looks when he's angry .

"i-... i dont-" you whisper , your voice box not capable of saying anything above the tone .

"i didnt ask what you know , i asked you to tell me how much of a whore you are . coming into my room , unannounced, in a skimpy little outfit ... trying to make my dick hard by touching me the way you did . if anything , we both know you know what you are," he says , leaning in to whisper in your ear . "a touched-starved little pipsqueak ."

you shake your head in submission, knowing how scary he could get when he's mad . "no... i-i'm sorry, caleb, i'll leave you alone . i dont know why i even messed with you in the first place ."

almost immediately after those words go through his brain , he leans back up on you and slaps you hard enough to definitely leave a mark . you squeal , bringing a hand up to your face to feel where he hit . before you could reach your cheek , he grabs your hand and pins it up above you; swiftly dragging your other along with it .

"quit talking , y/n , it'll only bring you more trouble to lie . be a good girl and stay quiet while i punish your perfect little pussy for being so needy all the time . you can do just that one thing for me , cant you ? don't make a sound . " he purrs into your face , breath hot against your skin before he crawls down lower; taking your hands with him to rest on your stomach . once he meets with your core , he uses his free hand to briskly take off your scrap of lace that you call panties with his pointer finger . looking up at you , he grins when he sees the look of resistance written all over your face . "spread . now ."

he looks down to make eye contact with your cunt again , taking in the wetness glistening in the moonlight . he takes it upon himself to lean down and blow a flow of cold air right onto your needy clit , making you thrust your hips into his face . he doesn't react , though , only laughs a greedy laugh at your attempt .

"you're only making this worse for yourself , baby . stay still and silent for me and this will be over before you know it ." and with that , he brings his head down to suck on your clit .

it's such a perfect feeling you cant help but moan , tipping your head back and allowing your eyes to flutter shut . the moment of bliss is stolen as quick as it came when he slaps his hand on your thigh , making you jump .

"make a sound and i'll stop ."

------

over an hour has he been torturing you . an hour . sixty minutes .

it's long after you've cum (multiple times) on his face , but he still won't stop . you're thrashing and squirming , crying and screaming , kicking and begging at him but nothing works . you're convinced he's committed to making you pass out ... and maybe he is .

he won't talk to you , won't stop you from pulling at his hair , all he does is pull your thighs closer around his face; using all the strength he has to keep you there .

you can see how hard he is and the evidence of his release on the bed , but he refuses all your offers to make him cum in an effort to get him to stop . he refuses everything and anything , all hes focused on is your core and making you pay for all the hell you've put him through . especially those fucking pictures you've been sending to people .

at this point , his jaw hurts , and he's almost incapable of going on for longer . he finally lifts up off your poor abused core , giving you a moment to breathe and relax your muscles . he drags himself on his hands and knees over you to meet your face , moving a hand to touch under your chin; making you meet his gaze .

" have you learned your lesson yet , pips ? or do you need me to go a little longer ?" you quickly shake your head at his question, you normally would answer with a string of nononononos but you're too fucked-out that you cant . he brings the hand on your chin to your eyes and wipes a tear there . "i'm sorry , baby . i know i'm cruel . i know you'll never do that to me again ." he says , a sincere tone in his voice .

"lets go get you cleaned up ."

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ in conclusion :: caleb is without a doubt a 'fuck around and find out' typa guy .. :3

[sleepincrow]

contains: toxic behaviour, toxic!reader this was itching my brain, idk what to tell you. i like having morally ambigious reader... or idk, is it too tame? i have no idea where the line meets and ends when it comes to dark shit cus i usually stay in the other side of the line. whenever i think of dark stuff its in a comedic-ish light and everything turns fluffy in the end idfk. tell me what else i should add in the warnings 😞

edit: i made it readable, i should really start readproofing.

hear me out..

reader who doesnt do anything when their boyfriend is mean. like theyre just generally pissed off and huffing at you when youre trying to greet them with open arms and a warm smile when they come home.

reader who doesnt confront them about their horrible behavior and how it affected them. no, just stay silent, take in whatever your boyfriend had to say or do and leave him be.

ohooooh, you mightve done nothing but youre going to give them something much worse than a silent treatment.

youre not a doormat. youre not a crybaby.

i want reader to be absolutely menacing. if that man doesnt come back crawling, apologizing to you, youre gonna make him.

do you understand me? the anger, the absolute disgust that bubbles in your stomach, that claws its way up your chest like an animal looking for a fresh breath of air before it starts to hunt.

youre silent all of the sudden, giving him the driest texts known to man, leaving him on seen with texts that dont technically need a reply instead of dragging the conversation longer with a picture of a cat you saw on your way home. youre picking up more work than usual, unable to cut some time, telling him youve got things to do—things more important than having to watch some tv with him, be in bed with him.

youre clever. you know your schedule, and you know his. rearrange everything, make sure to make as much commotion in your life that doesnt include him, so when he confronts you, youre technically telling the truth when you say youre busy.

because why bother coming home early, greeting him, surprising him with dinner and a loving kiss?

then watch it all go down. technically, youre not doing anything wrong, youve got your plate full with a screenshot of your planned calendar to pair with it as sweet, sweet evidence.

youre watching him slightly deteriorate. watch him panic. he'll buy you flowers, in which you put in a vase but never take care of like before. he'll buy you jewelry you wont wear because "theyre beautiful but i like the old ones too! ill wear them on a special occassion" that wont ever come.

the frustrated, panicked look on his face is priceless. it feels so good. he cant even be mad because youre not even cheating! you have all the alibis, all the witnesses. youre perfectly happy and sweet as before! just.. not as responsive, not as present. but thats not your fault, thats your job's!

if he pays for you, slowly start paying your half of everything. shows that you are stable and everything would be perfectly fine if he went up in left. in the end, thats why he got angry with you in the first place, right? he's so okay with being angry, not telling you his problems, that he can keep it to himself, right?

he doesnt need your lap to lay his head on, not your food that you prepare for him when he comes home, not the soft touches you leave on his overworked skin and definitely not the words that you coo at him everyday before he pissed you off.

make him know what the once delicious thought of takeout tastes like once he's left to fend for himself while you go out for overtime at work! trust me, its gonna taste a hell of a lot more bland, a lot more dull. depressing, really.

dont even get me STARTED on sex. (i wont, not now)

this is all justifiable, right? after all, this is how you communicate your feelings right? this is how you can show him how you felt when he showed you a cold shoulder at your warm embrace! let him have the full experience when you felt pathetic, miserable, useless.

plus, youre not wrong, arent you? you can leave whenever you want! who is he to tell you that you cant leave? as if he owns you—is that what he thinks? is that what he thinks of you? just a not-so-significant other that he can come home to whenever he wants and project his feelings unto?

no, no youre not. youre not gonna take that bullshit. he can roll it up, pack it in a bag and beat it if thats what he's thinking. no, both of you are holding an end of a rope in this relationship. a big, thick rope which you can cut off with that large ass scissor you both have.

this is just you telling him, reminding him that you can cut it whenever you like! its not threatening, not manipulation, straight truth! you CAN leave any relationship you like! its his problem if he doesnt like it, right?

your poor little boyfriend has to get his act together! start thinking straight! unless he wants to deal with your unyielding, harsh wrath for the rest of his soon-to-be miserable life.

after all, he made the first threat to your relationship, right? its just a reminder!

[raven-unkind]

hii, congrats on the 200 followers ❤️ i really like how you write niki for your smau so i was wondering if i could get prompt 1 with him? maybe loser riki who's down bad for reader? 🤭

˚₊‧⁺⋆❤︎ annoying ft. riki nishimura

riki nishimura x fem!reader

wc. 1419 words

200 followers event: “You pierced my ears. That’s like, automatic couple material.”

tw. highschool!au, fluff and crack, inspired by my own high school (gotta love em american highschools 😭), the main situation is loosely inspired by smt that happened to me and my friend (yes we helped some guy in our school pierce his ears. pls dont do that). Saw this prompt on pinterest and I just HAD to add it to my event. 

a/n. This is so long, I couldn't bring myself to stop yapping 😭 anyways I’d like to thank everyone that sent in their requests for the event & those who are supporting me!

If someone told you that helping someone would have resulted in being followed around by your school’s resident bad boy you would have laughed. Since freshman year, Riki Nishimura, had seemingly been doing everything to build himself the reputation of a delinquent. Getting into fights, skipping classes, never wearing his uniform correctly, and somehow always being late as if he didn't live 10 minutes away from school. 

…

It was 4th period – physics class. Now not only did you hate the teacher – Mrs. Makenzie – but you also had absolutely no idea what the hell was even going on in this class. So the best solution? Skipping in the bathroom. Not very exciting but still, it's better than sitting through a 1 hour lecture about thermodynamics, slowly feeling your brain melting away. So you found yourself in the girls bathroom, hidden away in a stall, scrolling on your phone. That’s when you heard it. A string of curses from the boys bathroom. Something you never understood about your highschool was the weird design of the bathrooms. The boys’ and girls’ bathrooms weren’t exactly private. The wall on which the sinks and mirrors are were shared, and said wall doesn't go all the way up to the ceiling; instead, there is a gap at the top, roughly 60 cm wide. That made it impossible to avoid overhearing everything happening in the other bathroom. You could hear conversations, the echo of footsteps, and even the sound of sinks running, as if the space between the two was just one continuous room. It was always a bit awkward, especially if you heard something you weren’t supposed to, like this time. 

“Come on hyung? Please.” The first voice said. “Absolutely not- Thats unsanitary and I don't wanna be responsible if it gets infected- I’m out.” Another one said. You narrow your brows, unable to fathom what in the world these 2 guys could be doing in the bathroom. You shake your head, deciding it might be best to ignore whatever that was. You heard footsteps leaving the bathroom and assume they’re both gone. That's until about 5 minutes later when something falls on the ground, and again, a string of curses. “Fucking- I cant fucking do this.” That makes you raise your head from your phone, that noisy part of you interested. There’s a beat of silence and you can't help but let curiosity get the best of you. “You okay?” You ask, hoping you were loud enough for him to hear.  

“Uh yeah.” Their voice was quick, almost stammering. Flustered is exactly how you’d describe it. Cute, you think. He clears his throat. “Hey uh… any chance you’d be down to help me pierce my ears?” You blink, phone completely forgotten in your left hand. “...Like now?” “Yeah.” You pause, thinking. That explained why the other boy you heard earlier so adamantly refused to help him. School bathrooms aren't really known to be sterile. You couldn't help but feel bad for however was on the other side; so you asked a little hesitant. “Do you have a piercing gun? Or are you like… free handing it with a needle or something?” “Nah- I bought a gun on amazon.” he answers with a chuckle. You nod, even though he can't see you. “Okay sure. I’ll help.” you get up and open the stall. You only accepted for 1 reason. He has a cute voice and he sounds a little shy. Giselle would most definitely laugh at you if you told her that but still, you couldn't help yourself. So imagine your surprise when you peek in the boys bathroom only to find no other than Riki Nishimura, leaning on the bathroom counter, dark cyan piercing gun in hand. 

You stop in your tracks and Riki turns his head towards you. He gives you a lazy smirk, one you’ve seen many times before in the 3 years you’ve been stuck in the same classes as him. “Hey-.... Y/n.” “Uh hi….” The shyness of the voice you heard seconds prior to entering the bathroom is gone, if anything, he sounds pleasantly surprised that you’re there. You shake your head and step into the bathroom, extending a hand towards him. He hands you the gun. “So what ear do you wanna do?” “Both.” He says cockily, eyes not leaving your form. You nod, gesturing for him to get to your height.

The whole ordeal happens pretty fast, without anything going wrong. Tak, tak and done. Both his ear lobe red but you can't lie, the earrings did look good on him, great even. After that, he had given you an intense look, like it was his first time really seeing you and you had excused yourself, eager to escape whatever that look meant, which brings you to your current predicament. 

Riki started following you around, almost like a puppy following its owner. He would appear at the most random places, bring you food and worst of all, flirt with you in the most random moment with the most ridiculous pick up lines you ever had the misfortune to hear. To make matters worse, it seemed the entire school had taken notice of the situation, people going as far as betting on their main story how long it would take for you to accept Riki's advances. 

“I'm never being nice again.” You mutter under your breath. You were trying to enjoy your lunch – keyword is trying – when Riki sat next to you, turning so his body faces yours, a smile on his face. “How are you doing, pretty girl?” You look at him with a deadpan expression and he smirks, clearly not affected. “I changed them look.” He says, bringing your attention to his ear lobes. He switched the silver studs for small silver hoops, one of them with a cross dangling from it. And yeah, shocker – well not really – but it did look great. You give him a blank look and he pouts. Riki fucking Nishimura who claims to be nonchalant and does everything in is power to be cool fucking pouts at you. “Ignored by my own girlfriend.” He whines and you roll your eyes, exasperated by the childish behavior and weird infatuation he seemed to have developed for you in the past month or so. 

“Riki, I'm not your girlfriend.” You deadpan, playing around with your food. “Why not?” You blink at him, finally giving him your full attention. Is he being for real??? “What in the world gave you that idea, you didn't even-” “You pierced my ears. That’s like, automatic couple material.” You can do nothing but gape at him. “THAT'S your reason???? He shrugs. “You held my hand through it. Pretty romantic if you ask me.” You sigh deeply. “Riki. Just because I held your hand doesn't make me your girlfriend. It's not like you asked or something-”  

“Okay- Can I be your boyfriend then?”... “What? NO- I barely know you.” “How about a date then? If you don't like it, I'll leave you alone.” He counters.  You can do nothing but stare, lips parted in surprise. He continues to stare at you, waiting for an answer. Oh. Oh he’s being completely serious. The seriousness of the situation finally dawns on you, the possibility of Riki having genuine feelings for you sounding more and more plausible. Riki fiddles with his left earring under your gaze, awkwardly waiting for you to either accept his proposal or reject him. 

“... Okay.” His eyes snap to yours, full of hope and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Wait really?” You nod, trying your best to look exasperated. Riki is beaming, like a kid who’s been told christmas is coming early this year. “I promise you won't regret it” “I like tulips. Pink or yellow.” He nods. “Tulips. Pink or yellow. Noted. Anything else princess?” You shake your head both at his question and the pet name, but you can't stop the smile forming on your lips. “I’ll text you the details.” He says, getting up.  You narrow your eyes. “Where are you going Riki? Lunch ends in 15 minutes” “I'm going to buy you flowers? I’m taking you out after school.” You let out a soft laugh at the answer. You get up and press a kiss to his left cheek. “I'll be waiting at the gates, don't be late.” He gives you a lovesick look that makes you feel bad for unknowingly torturing the boy for an entire month. “I won't.”

©RAVEN-UNKIND

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[howi99]

King of Teachers Au: What's gonna happen when Mama Arc finds out about Cardin bullying Jaune?

The "King" of Teachers 3

Jaune: *Placing himself between team CRDL and his mom* Forgive them mother! They didn't know what they were doing!

Artoria: *a dark aura covering her, her golden eyes as cold as the 9th floor of hell* And ignorance should acquit their fault? Should a killer go unpunished if they didn't know their victims?

Cardin: *panicking* WE'RE SOR-

Artoria: *staring directly into Cardin's eyes* Did I give you permission to speak, vermin?!

Cardin: *shutting his eyes closed, internally praying to all the gods he heard of, hoping at least one could answer his prayers*

???: *Joyful voice* Hey, come on now, no need to be THAT angry, right?

Cardin: *opening one eye, seeing a second woman next to the teacher*

Jaune: *taking one step back* Aesc!? What are you doing here!?

Aesc: *smiling* Your father sent me to look after your mom. You know how my sister can be!

Artoria: *gritting her teeth* Aesc-

Cardin: *tears in his eyes* (A savior! I was saved from certain death! Truly, the gods have answered my prayers!)

Aesc: *placing on hand on her sister's shoulder* Now, i'm sure they didn't mean to really hurt-

Nora: *from the back of the class* THEY PUSHED HIM INTO A LOCKER AND SENT HIM INTO THE EMERALD FOREST! AND NOT EVEN A WEEK LATER, THEY ALMOST GOT HIM KILLED BECAUSE OF AN URSA MAJOR!

Aesc: ... *Sigh, losing her smile as her hair turns white*

Morgan: *pointing her staff at the group of bullies* 'Tis a ruinous dream I cannot bear to see.

Jaune: !?

Morgan: No recompense, no salvation to be had.

Jaune: *turning around, clear panic in his voice* EVERYONE, GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!

Morgan: At the world's end, a bird sings of tomorrow.

Artoria: *now also panicking* Sis, i was just going to chew them off! Dont-

Morgan: Let this be a sign—

_ meanwhile _

Ozpin: *sipping tea with his friend who came visiting* Ah, today's a good day, is it not?

Merlin: *trying not to burst out laughing* Y-yeah, a very nice d-day indeed!

Ozpin: ...

Merlin: ...

Ozpin: Merlin, what did you see-

Morgan: *from afar* ROADLESS CAMELOT!

*sounds of a lot of "unforeseen expenses", as the entire school shakes from the strength of the attack*

Ozpin: ... *Sigh, looking as his "friend" is laughing hysterically* I'm not paying myself enough for this...

_ _ _

Artoria: *having tanked most of the attack to protect team CRDL* . . . *Fall face first to the ground, knocked out*

Cardin: *frothing at the mouth, his eyes turned inside as his consciousness left him*

Jaune: . . . *Taking a slow breath* Aesc?

Aesc: *nervous* Y-yes?

Jaune: *taking her staff from her hands* You are forbidden from using your semblance as long as you stay here. Not only that, but i'm also calling dad and you can say goodbye to your magnificent delicacies for the rest of the year.

Aesc: *lying flat on her stomach, asking for forgiveness* Please, PLEASE! ANYTHING BUT THAT!

Yang: *hiding under a desk* IS EVERYONE IN YOUR FAMILY LIKE THAT!?

Jaune: *turning to Yang* You should see my third mom, she's even worse-

Yang: WHAT DO YOU MEAN, THIRD MOM!?!

Jaune: *pointing to the gigantics holes through the roof* To his defense, it's not like my dad had a choice!

*the wall behind him falls to the ground, as the dust settles*

Jaune: *wince* ... That said, i'm beginning to understand why he didn't want any of them to train me. I'd either be dead, or there wouldn't be much left of our house.

[hanzajesthanza]

one thing about cahir is that he does not run away from shit. even when he really really should. he is brave and noble to the point of idiocy. isengrim was like ok i am taking you back to nilfgaard to probably be executed for treason and cahir was like “ok” and didn’t even fight back and let them tie him up and put him in a box because he knew he fucked up again and that was the consequence. i’m not calling him a bootlicker because he literally rebels against mentioned evil empire and fights them on the battlefield, but there is something funny about him entirely accepting evil and unfair authority even when it means his demise. he loses the deal he’s made with emhyr like “ok. you can break me on the wheel now. because i failed.” it wouldn’t be honorable to chicken out of his fate, so he won’t run. because he doesn’t want to. it’s all about honor with this guy. i mean regis barely asks milva who is this man, and cahir interjects to straight up tells regis his entire full name. even though that’s sensitive information and he is literally on the imperial wanted list at the moment. like no one fucking asked dude. cahir is literally the kind of guy to respond to a lukewarm online comment with his full name and address (which btw is in vicovaro). because he wears his honor and his name like a badge. he could have stfu as geralt accused and berated him, but instead he defends his honor by fistfighting a witcher (an injured and disabled witcher, but still a witcher who he has witnessed fight and kill coldly and calmly with superhuman agility and speed). and finally, we all know how he met bonhart. like no fuck you it’s my destiny to die by your blade. cahir was just comfortable with speedrunning death. i love how fascinating he is as this deconstruction of chivalry and knightly masculinity.

because sapkowski also tangles with this idea of “the knight” in the hussite trilogy and he also talks about it in historia i fantastyka and świat króla artura (a little bit) about how historical knights were essentially bandits sanctioned by law, and the romance and chivalry was a literary invention, and cahir gets to do both, because he’s just combining these elements of the modern, real world and fairytale. but unlike everyone else, who goes from fairytale to real—although cahir is set up as the black knight and this Evil Guy Hunting Innocent Princess, which is very fairytale—cahir goes from real to fairytale, because the invasion of cintra is so very real, and cahir’s journey is to leave behind this reality of violent knighthood, to become a kind of virtuous literary knight instead.

because i love how his persistance and determination in his pursuit of ciri, which is initially set up as evil and villainous, becomes part of his honor. because it’s his persistance to follow her down as he was tasked with as the black knight, which transforms into the noble pursuit of her as in a rescue as a truely knightly endeavor. which is just as powerful and insane as the darksided version of it. geralt tells him to fuck off multiple times and he even gets jumped and he still pursues geralt’s company because the only thing that matters is to find ciri. and i feel like he had even more persistence when seeking her for good, rather than when he was working for evil. maybe because this time it was personal and not a punchclock motivation. and that noble calling to find ciri held out even when geralt’s fatherly devotion lost hope. in tower of the swallow, he wouldn’t believe in her death even when he sensed it as much as geralt did. because that’s the same overconfident youth we saw in blood of elves, smirking when emhyr discussed this second chance with him. like no i don’t care what anyone says, even my own premonitions or the emperor i serve. we are gonna find this fucking girl—

like just really a masterclass in how to take a character from villain to hero, keeping his same motivations and obsessions and self-image, and at the same time make it relevant thematically with the whole story, setting, and historical and literary connections that have already been established.

[kaivenom]

sanji x reader but hes in denial reader loves him and we have to assure him😞(MAKE IT FLUFF THOUGH I DONT HANDLE ANGST) my angel😞 thank u!!!!

The best prove of true love i can give you

Summary: you have been feeling that Sanji is a little sad recently, you don't really know why and he is not going to tell you, but you are more than determined to make him feel better.

Pairing: Sanji x reader

Warnings: fluff, comfort, arguing, low self esteem Sanji, a little angst but ends good.

Masterlist

You were on the verge of having an anxiety crisis, Sanji was sad like in a very depressed mood... no laughing, no heart eyes, no jiggling around, not even around Nami and Robin.

And you know he doesn't want to bother you so he is not going to tell you even if you push him out of the ship. That's why planned on surrounding Sanji with the things he likes the most.

You wake up before him and put the breakfast for him, do his favourite dishes, leave him a little origami duck (he loves it) and a heart shaped paper, you do chores, kiss him on the cheek everytime you can, etc, etc, etc... but he seemed to get sadder as the day passes by.

By the time dinner ended and everyone went to sleep, you were going to approach Sanji but he didn't even look at you.

"You can go to bed, (Y/N), you don't have to wait awake for me."

"But i want... " you were going to wrap your arms around his neck.

"No" he moved you away "you should go to sleep."

You muttered an ok really low and now really sad. You got to the bedroom and tried to sleep but you couldn't. You were really hurt and couldn't stop thinking about it, what have you done?

The door oppened and you got up on the bed, looking directly at Sanji.

"What is wrong with you?" his eyebrows met up, he looked hungry.

"What is wrong with YOU?!" he never talked to you like that, and you felt really bad for a second, "You've been all day doing stuff for me cause you feel pity about me and my mood. I feel pity enough by myself knowing that i am not worthy of love, of being on this crew and having you.

You had to leave your angryness to the side for a moment and rethink his words. Everything went out of the window, your new mission is going to make Sanji know that you are on his side.

"Sanji, i love you."

"No you don't, you feel sorry for me, sorry for the little blonde boy experiment with weird eyebrows that spent two years on a island full of okamas and doesn't know how to be around woman."

He was walking up and down the room with a frustrated look. You wanted to yell at him that everything is wrong but you had to breathe and try to make him see his errors.

"Sanji... you spent two years in there cause Kuma sent you not cause you wanted, you know how to be around woman cause everywoman would feel blessed to be treated like you treat me," you start to get out of the bed and walk towards him, "you didn't want to be your fathers experiment and i really like your eyebrows."

You cupped his cheeks with your hands and his hard cold look started to change slowly. You kissed his cheeks in a slow motion.

"I like you, even if you don't see it i still like you and i am not scared nor ashamed to say it, " his harsh look was getting softer every second, "And i did all those things today cause i care about you and i wanted to see you happy. I didn't know why you were sad and you didn't tell me so i had to do everything i could to make you feel good."

His eyes began to be teary and big tears came down his cheeks, his breath became shaky and his knees failed.

"I love you..." you said it once slowly and repeated it over and over again until Sanji couldn't stop himself from crying out loud.

"I don't deserve you."

"I choose what you deserve from me, and you deserve all of myself... and i am more than willing to give it to you, like i've been doing since we are dating."

"I am so sorry for not..."

"I know... you passed a really hard time to make people like you and you still don't believe it's true, i get it but, i am saying it to you... i am showing it to you and i am going to repeat it until it gets on your blonde head."

He hugged you and tried to muffle his cries. That night he slept on your chest surrounded by your arms and was the little spoon. He really needed someone to tell him that he was worthy of love, and no one better than the love of his life.

[kagoutiss]

the shadow gathers you unto itself

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011 | Richmond Inc.

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♠ summary: Lorence and Terry continue to get to know each other more intimately, this one's 🌶️ 🌶️ 🌶️ with some fluff 🧸

♠ pairing: Terry Richmond (Aaron Pierre - Rebel Ridge) X Lorence Cole (Black Fem OC)

♠ warnings: NSFW, sexual content & mature themes, Minors DNI

♠ word-count: ~3.6K

⌖ - Richmond Manor

I’m a mess as he stands. The post-coital haze lifts a touch and reality sets in. My body is humming with pleasure and anticipation, I'm far from sated - I want more. He cups my face in his hands, kissing me again without restraint, his hands roaming freely against my flesh. My body reacts like never before. The need is so much I’m throbbing for him. Something comes over me as I glance up at him, he's been so good to me. I smile running my hand down the length of him under his pants. His manhood is impressively sized like the rest of him; far from average. 

“Can I?” I ask, wanting permission to touch him intimately.

“Yes” he nods.

“Thank you” I smile ready to return the favor. I pull him out of his pants and kiss the pretty mushroom head tip knowing he’ll have me completely undone in no time at all. Stroking his length slowly I stall, knowing I dont have the skill to handle all of him like a pro on attempt one. “I want you so see me” I smile moving back and continuing my one handed caress as I drop the straps of my dress. His hands reach for my breasts instinctively. I let him enjoy a moment with them before taking as much of his length as I can into my mouth without warning. His body relaxes, giving an approving sigh as I suck hard and slow. His response is a guttural groan. His body's reaction to me is exactly the boost of confidence I need to manage him. I show his manhood the appreciation it deserves. Making him feel as good as he just made me, is my only goal. He deserves no less. I want him reeling and as out of control as I felt with him between my legs. I slip a hand between my legs to indulge my own pleasure while delivering his. I look up and find him watching me. From the contracting muscles of his lower stomach and his shallow breathing I know it feels good. He guides my head deeper. His nostrils flare and he takes my arm, never breaking eye contact as he sucks my arousal from my fingers. His eyes tell me I’m not allowed to pleasure myself before he speaks.

“That’s my job” he rasps in a voice huskier than ever. Frustrated by his restraint I suspend my gag reflex breathing through my nose and manage his full length for a few seconds until he grants be reprieve.

“Just enjoy” I tell him, catching my breath. His eyes fill with pride as I raise up a touch to kiss where the glass punctured his skin. He watches me intently and it’s time to make my other dream come true. I use my mouth and hand in tandem to drive him wild until I feel the tension bound inside of him.

“Fuck Lorence” he grits. “You feel so good” His eyes are shut. He places a firm hand over mine, guiding it to stroke faster at the same moment as he pulls me up to kiss his mouth. I maintain pace and feel him cum on me. My body heats as I enjoy proof of a job well done. His body’s reaction to me is so gratifying. His hold on me grows more possessive as he deepens his kiss. The thick warm webs of his climax keep coming. Making the need to feel him inside me grow. I wipe my hand in it to add to the slip of my strokes and he damn near growls, breaking the kiss to see it for himself. Pleasing him turns me on more than it should. His eyes are wild and he steps out of my reach to watch me. I watch him too falling deeper into delirium and desire. Everything about him like this makes me hot. He’s the kind of man worth sculpting into clay and admiring at museums.

“Why are you over there?” I ask once I’m done admiring him from afar. I stand letting the dress pooled at my waist fall to the floor with my underwear and his pants.

“Because I wat to fuck you into the mattress and youre recovering from being hurt” he says thinking of my needs above his. “Because I know you haven’t been fucking for awhile” he says trying to meet me where I am. It's a kind gesture, he doesn't want to impede my progress. He goes into the bathrooms and returns with two wet washcloths. He wipes me off before wiping himself off and I let him think we're done and that he has the final say. But he’s still hard so I know he needs more too.

“Where are your condoms? I’m sure you can be gentle with me” I whisper following him to the laundry disposal. 

“You’re underestimating yourself” he says his voice still in that husky register. The air between us is sizzling, the room is heated. His jaw clenches tight as he tries to win a fight he’s incapable of winning so I push forward.

“Did you ever fantasize about me Boss?” I ask, casting a look over my shoulder as I take my time getting to the bed. I can feel his heated gaze on my body.

“Yes” he responds, swelling my pride.

“Was I on all fours, under you, or was I on top?” I ask, making it to the large bed. My movements are measured and lazy as I get on. When I turn to him his eyes have become predatory, they’re fixed on me like an apex predator on the hunt and I smile.

“Depends on the fantasy” he says, swallowing hard. It makes me want to touch myself again, it makes me want him more. I see him losing the battle of wills and arrange the pillows giving something else to add to his repertoire - me naked in his bed. Once I finish making myself comfortable I lay back naked and ready for him to make me cum again. He stands his ground but I can see he's close to breaking so I push more. “Missionary, so you can enjoy watching what you do to me” I say, deciding for him. I push my hair back so it's not in the way of his hands and he stands reaching into his dresser and getting a condom. I open my legs to make room for him between them and he shakes his head with an amused expression. He comes over and takes my bottom lip between his. His hand goes where mine was earlier. He silences my moan with a kiss fingering me again.

“You’re playing with fire” he warns between kisses, his voice is rugged and when the kiss breaks I can see he wants me to call if off but it won't happen.

“You lit the match, now put it out” I whisper and he groans, kissing me harder. He gets in position and I watch deliriously as he slides into me. My eyes close and I reach for him as a mix of pressure and pleasure flows in.

“You feel so good.” He rasps, allowing my body to acclimate to him with shallow slow strokes but he has no idea how good he feels, better than I could have hoped for.

“I love the way you feel inside me” I respond clenching around him and he curses. His thrusts growing deeper. I can't help the moans that escape my lips or grinding to meet his thrusts. It feels so good it makes me feel crazy. There’s no holding back as the two of us go at it, as he adjusts our position slightly allowing him to stroke deeper. He gets my spots with ease and finesse, there’s no pageantry, just perfect execution that seems effortless. 

“That’s it baby” he says, taking things up a notch as my moans crescendo. “You can take it” he grunts, going even deeper. Our chemistry is undeniable and inhibition is off the table. He handles me with care until he’s completely rooted in me. My closed eyes open and I find him watching my worn expression. “You have no idea how sexy you are Lorence,” he says with an expression I've never seen before. Our bodies are on fire for each other, pressure building between us as the climax builds.

“Again” I request and he obliges over and over and over again - housing himself inside of me until we both come hard. His breaths are shallow and his arms go weak. His heavy muscled frame lays on top of mine after pulling out. I hold him close, revelling in the contact. Our breaths sync again and he places tender kisses on my neck still not finished with giving me affection. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted and been too afraid to ask for. And for the first time I fall asleep with a man in my arms, unafraid of forever.

…

Forehead kisses wake me, as well as Terrance sliding his arm away from my body. The loss of heat makes me shudder and the duvet is placed over me before I can reach for it. Who knew the man of my dreams was the one giving me nightmares? The sleepy thought makes me smile slightly. I hear a door close then a toilet flush and the water starts to run. I stretch out in the large bed and open my eyes slowly before scooting over to the side of the bed where my phone is to check the time. After last night's escapades I’m not shocked it's after 1pm. I see a few messages from Sin and smile, sending off a text to call her later. I look around the room and really take in the scale of this place. It’s more space than most people have in city condos. My eyes linger on the couches we started on and it brings another smile to my face. When Terry doesn't emerge from the bathroom I head in and relieve myself in the private water closet. When I emerge I find an unopened toothbrush already waiting for me. I wash my hands and brush my teeth before feeling eyes on me. I turn and find Terry in his glass shower. He opens the door.

“I was waiting for you,” he says.

The soreness of my body tells me I should wait before indulging in more rounds with this man but instinct propels me into the shower with him. “Were you?” I ask.

“Mhm” he nods, pressing a button, the water spouts from the side now at the perfect height for me.

“Sorry I don't have any womens soap” he says and I forgot to pack my own.

“It’s alright” I tell him. He presses in the stone tile holding a hand out and soap is dispensed into his palm. He surprises me when his hands wrap around my neck and he kisses me allowing them to slide down my shoulders and down to my arms as he applies his body wash applying significantly less pressure around my wrist. He gets more soap and I know his thoughts about me have been absolutely lecherous when he washes up my breasts.

“You were being filthy during that suit try on?” I mutter ready for another round myself and he smirks.

“Protecting you was my first instinct, I love your body and I lost myself” he admits roaming lower with the soap. I’m convinced he’s determined to lather up every inch of me. I can't say I hate the attention. He’s definitely a physical touch kind of guy and great at gifts. I turn for him before he has to tell me and he continues building the tension between us again. “I can't pick a favorite part of you” he whispers into my ear. I turn to reach for him and he steps out of my grip. “Your hip is hotter than it was when we started meaning there's more inflammation” he says and I cut my eyes at him out of frustration.

“Let me get a workout in first” he says, considering my well-being.

“Fine” I agree, pressing the soap dispenser.

“I’m already washed up” he objects.

“Indulge me” I smile reaching for his chest but he takes my hands with a smile knowing full well it's a battle he’ll lose. He pecks my lips chuckling.

“Let me off easy please” he says and because his laugh is so rare I do, catching his contagious smile and feeling butterflies. He walks me back in front of the water and the soap falls away from my skin. He gets me a towel before getting himself one and I dry off. I bring my bag into the bathroom and when I’m finished getting dressed Terrys sitting on the couch in his room on his laptop. Those ears of his let him know I'm out of the bathroom and he looks up.

“You look gorgeous” he compliments. I sit beside him and he sets the laptop down on the coffee table.

“Thank you, last night was perfect thanks for rescuing me” I smile admiring his grey sweats and white tee. I center the gold chain he put on and bring him in for a quick kiss.

“You need to eat something.” he tells me and I won't argue with that.

“Can food delivery drivers get through the gate?” I ask.

“Is there something you want in particular?” he asks.

“I’m not picky, eggs, pancakes, toast” I shrug and he smiles.

“I can make those things,” he says standing. I look at him over unsure. Terry smiles, taking my hand and we end up in the elevator again. His place is even more remarkable under daylight, it’s expansive. Especially the kitchen  which I assumed was for show but now as he moves around with ease my assumptions may have been a miscalculation. 

“You can cook?” I ask. 

“I have to eat, don't I?” he says pointing to himself, I just didn't think he’d want to or have the time. “How do you like your eggs?” he asks.

“I’m not picky with breakfast” I tell him honestly and he nods, mixing ingredients I'm weary of but I’m learning to trust him. 

“Are you eating too?” I ask, to make sure all of this food isn't for me.

“Yes, Lorence,” he responds with a smile in his voice.

“Good cause, I can't eat so much first thing” I tell him as he starts shaking something up again. 

“ It’s midday and I bet you didn't eat when you were worrying yesterday, so you need to eat good now,” he says, pouring waffle mix into his maker.

“You can't help but be bossy” I smile, shaking my head as he puts bread in the toaster.

 My gosh, this man is making everything I asked for.

He adds ingredients to the eggs that make me want to tap out of this breakfast but the smell of the waffles gives me faith in his cooking ability. He gets real syrup out which is a pleasant surprise and starts pouring shredded cheese into my eggs. Terrance moves around the kitchen like a pro doing a great job of plating everything up. I have watermelon, waffles, cheese eggs and toast. Thankfully he hasn't given me too much. Instead of complaining I thank him with a kiss before digging in. 

“It’s very good.” I told him between mouthfuls.

“Good” he smiles, opening the fridge. “I only have apple and orange juice,” he says.

“Apple” I tell him and he pours me a glass. Only it subverts my expectations and challenges my understanding of his masculinity. I’m so used to everyone rushing to please him that him doing things on his own is a surprise. In my experience men aren’t usually so eager to serve and please - they’re more predisposed to selfish self-indulgences. I take a sip looking around again and I’m still taken aback by the grandeur of the place he calls home as he sits beside me. “Your home is gorgeous and huge” I compliment.

“You dont think it’s missing color?” he asks, looking around.

“I think it suits its owner, classic, stately, monochrome” I reflect. “Do you entertain a lot?” I ask.

“Never, I don't like people in my space” he says. The silence settles and I understand the significance of my presence. “It’s stormproof, fireproof and outfitted for other disasters. I figured on the off chance an emergency is impending my dad, stepmom and Cassandra have a safe space to stay” he says but there’s more than enough space for at least another six people from what I can see now.

“So you maintain all of this yourself?” I ask.

“More or less, I have the same cleaners from HQ stop by monthly” he says and I smile. Looking at the backyard and thinking of Beau. Then I stop because Terrance Richmond wouldn't want dog shit in his perfect backyard.

“That’s impressive” I remark.

“Not really, I just outsource as much as I can so that home still feels normal. Enough clients talk about how they can’t drive around, go shopping or get groceries themselves, they don't cook or clean and I never want to be that out of touch.” he says and I never thought of how the little things keep us grounded.  When breakfast is done I can tell he’s on edge when he isn't trying to touch me every minute. He washes up in silence and I take the time to respond to a few text messages. 

“What's wrong?” I ask.

“Nothing, I just want to let you know something and I can't predict your reaction,” he says. I brace for the worst as I give him a nod to keep going. “I had a vasectomy a couple of years ago” he says and it's a shock.

“Okay” I nod, not knowing what to make of the revelation. “Was it a choice you made on your own?” I ask bracing myself for something more.

“Yes, I was … there was a pregnancy allegation that scared me and made me realize I didn't want to be a father but I wasn’t …” he pauses and I wait for him to continue when he doesn't I smile putting him out of his misery.

“Gonna stop having sex” I finish and he nods. “You can talk about your past Richmond, I’m not a jealous person.”

“I am” he says and I smile.

“Did it stop the pregnancy allegations?” I ask playfully.

“Not quite but it’s an impossibility right now.” he pauses and I swallow not surprised by his revelation. I mean last night we weren’t at our best and it was incredible. He's handsome, rich, and great in bed. I bet women lie to keep him around.

 “I just want to let you know in case you see this house and get the wrong impression about my goals for the future and feel like it's too much pressure” he says, making me blush. The irony of this situation is that it’s perfectly suited to my current goals. I’ve never planned on traditional methods of motherhood because I could never see myself longterm with anyone.

“If and when I do decide motherhood is for me - I’m interested in fostering or adoption. There are so many kids already here that need a safe space and love, that’s what I'm interested in.” I confess and he looks relieved. The smile that creeps onto his face is special, like he’s thoroughly impressed with me.

“If you ever reconsider I’d happily get myself sorted out for you” he says.

“Hmmm, I don't know Mr. Richmond I’ve never heard of such whorish-ly responsible shit from a man before” I tease and he smiles blushing from embarrassment.

“I wasn't being a whore. I was living recklessly taking missions that were unsafe and living for the moment. I never wanted any child of mine to grow up without me.” he says and I understand.

“I was joking, you don't have to explain” I tell him honestly respecting his bodily autonomy.

“I have a lot to explain,” he says.

“That’s enough for one day, I wanna see this pool” I tell him getting up, “and then a tour of this place and then you can workout before we have at least one more round. With a condom” I smile standing and Terry pulls me back with a questioning look.

“Why? I can’t get you pregnant.” he asks.

“Well the beach walk was impromptu and so was this … you saving me was fantastic; but you're not sliding in me without protection, until you plan a special date for me, ask me to be your girlfriend and hope I say yes” I explain turning to face him with a wink. The confusion has been replaced with amusement. “That’s what you get for telling me no upstairs in the shower” I add being a brat and he laughs picking me up and putting me over his shoulder before bringing a hand down on my ass.

“Because the last time I asked you to be something it went so well” he says sarcastically, making me snicker as he heads to the pool.

“Well what I hear about Terrance Richmond, the man is that he’s the best of the best. I think he’s capable” I tell him.

“Alright, I got you” he obliges, taking me to the pool without putting me down.

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“A cold running through her daycare had finally latched on to her fresh immune system, turning his usually jovial baby into a shell of herself. He told his higher-ups that he needed to take the day to care for her in his mother-in-law's stead, but what he really needed was time alone to deal with his uninvited guest.” - i like these sentences

Every shift in his demeanor and thousand-yard stare showed that he was reliving a hellish time she couldn't protect him from.  - 😞😔

“…his lips attached to hers for needy kisses that felt more like life rafts to keep him above rough waters than affectionate gestures.” —oooh thats a different, haunting kinda desperate

And ooh the spiraling. The imagery of grief as menace

Me taking notes about them patches cuz imma need ‘em when i start school✍🏿 😭

Not Charles Barkley 🤣nah why you had to do Nyla like that 🤣

Damn bad ass kids 😂poor Satchel

Whew this time in the water. Something so healing about the water.

Whew some tears streamed down the sides of my fact not gonna lie

The quotes/lines weren’t the only ones of note I just wanted to read and feel before analysis. So today might just be a feeling day, less quotes and structural analysis (not that you ever asked 🤣 but like in general even if don’t, that dont mean there weren’t certain things that hit or that i didnt enjoy 😭) but more so about the feeling, cuz I’m resting for the first time in a long time. And with that stillness, comes all the things you’ve kept at bay now vying for attention. I loved this snapshot alot. Patrice’s care and tenderness for husband, but not treating him like he’s fragile. The realness of grief, Terry’s specifically and how you really can’t prepare for how it comes to your door and when and why. 💜

Amen

Summary: Terry and Patrice learn more about their love through life changing news on New Year’s Eve.

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!OC

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Mentions of Death

Inspired By: Ask #1 + Ask #2

MASTERLIST

Grief was a bitch. 

A mean, ugly, unwanted bitch that had settled beside Terry as an unwelcomed guest just when he thought that he'd banished it out of his life, never to return. Over two years of joy that he'd fought tooth and nail to maintain came crashing down once grief came strolling into town without warning. 

Mike was dead. He knew that. He'd reckoned with it, talked himself through the anniversary of his death once before, sent well-wishes to his aunt every time he could, cried in the shadows, mourned, lashed out, and sat in silence with the knowledge that his little cousin would never come through the door again. Mike wouldn't see another birthday. He wasn't around for the wedding or Christmas. They'd never see another football game together. Mike would never meet Nyla. 

That fact came as a sobering realization while Terry watched his only daughter's chest rise and fall as she slept peacefully in her crib for the first time all day. A cold running through her daycare had finally latched on to her fresh immune system, turning his usually jovial baby into a shell of herself. He told his higher-ups that he needed to take the day to care for her in his mother-in-law's stead, but what he really needed was time alone to deal with his uninvited guest. 

Leaning over the sturdy walnut railing keeping his little girl safely inside her crib, he watched her with the ghost of a smile on his lips. Mike would've loved her. Terry was sure of it. He'd make his way to Fayetteville at any opportunity and cause havoc, probably irritating Patrice but definitely doting on Nyla in a way that only he could. 

Tears that had been fighting to see the world all day pricked Terry's eyes yet again. He almost let them fall but found himself blinking them back once Patrice pushed open the door and poked her head inside. 

She smiled despite work wearing her thin and waved with her fingers. "Can I come in, or would that be too much?" 

"Of course, you can," he answered, trying to put on a brave face to hide the true turmoil inside. 

Seeing her stand there, her bright smile directed at him like he was the sun, moon, and stars, was the first time he'd felt anything other than the weight of regret. He needed her to come into the room. 

Tiptoeing, Patrice approached Terry and peered over the crib's railing to look at Nyla. "How was she," she whispered before softly touching her forehead to check for heat. "Doin' any better?" 

"A little. I got her to eat and play for a bit before the medicine kicked in. She should be out for the night and good enough to sit with your mom by the ceremony on Monday. But, we'll see." 

"Good. Thank you for taking the lead. I know she was happy to have you around." She took a second look at her pride and joy, then focused all her attention on Terry. Worry and sadness had found a home on his brow line as they remained furrowed in thought. She leaned her head on his forearm and looked up at him. "And what about my other baby? How was he today?" 

The date wasn't lost on Patrice. She noticed when Terry slowly retreated into himself the week before. She saw him looking at Mike's Instagram when he thought she wasn't paying attention. She heard the conversation with his aunt when he promised to come by and see her the next time he could make it to Baton Rouge, even though she knew that time wasn't coming. Every shift in his demeanor and thousand-yard stare showed that he was reliving a hellish time she couldn't protect him from. 

No amount of soothing could pull him out of his rut. But that wouldn't stop her from trying. 

Terry continued to stare down at Nyla as he answered. "I'm okay. Not too up, not too down." 

"You need anything?" Terry didn't respond with words once he finally tore his eyes away from their daughter to look at Patrice. He only shook his head. "Can I give you a hug at least?" 

His first dose of physical affection for the day felt like the wind was gently placed back into his lungs as Patrice pulled him closer by his shoulders. His hands found her waist first, giving the spot a short squeeze before allowing his arms to fully encircle her body. 

"I love you. You know that?" 

"I know." That was the one thing he was sure of. His heart and mind were splintered into a million pieces, but he knew Patrice was there to help him put each one back in their proper place. His lips found her temple for a lingering kiss as he closed his eyes to ward off the sadness, still trying to take center stage. "I, um…I... didn't have a good day today…" Terry struggled with the words, opening and closing his mouth in hopes that something would come out while Patrice listened to him try to articulate his thoughts. A deep breath and closed eyes helped him settle before he spoke. "I could use some time together. Whatever you have tonight, I'll take it. I know you have to be up early tomorrow, so even an hour is –" 

His words were cut short by a simple kiss on his cheek. Patrice pulled back to look at him and flashed a reassuring smile. "Give me a few minutes to get changed, and you have me for however long you need me. I'll stay up late and everything. Dasia will understand if I cancel my hair appointment for tomorrow."

"I don't want you to do that." 

"We'll play it by ear," she answered to douse the early flames of a disagreement. "Twenty minutes. You can time me." 

Terry nodded in understanding and silently agreed to let Patrice out of his sight when he needed her most. Whether she was gone for 30 seconds or three days, the time away felt slow. 

Terry tried and quickly tired of distracting himself in Nyla's nursery before quietly slipping out and taking the trek to wait for Patrice like a lost puppy.

He settled into the plush velvet chair in the corner and sighed with the weight of the world on his shoulders. Closed eyes heightened his sense of hearing, giving him full access to Patrice's singing in the shower. 

Mike would've loved the Patrice he heard so much about. He'd call her 'big sis' and annoy her the way little brothers do. They'd argue endlessly but still find time for secret handshakes and inside jokes. He'd finally have someone on his side to pester Terry and receive sound advice from when the going got tough. They may have taken him in as their overgrown first child. They could've worked together to get him on the right path and save his life. 

Unfortunately, Terry would never know. The not knowing left the door wide open for sadness to creep back in. 

He breathed deep and tried to will grief away with Patrice's voice as a lullaby in the background. And for a moment, it complied. The dark, heavy cloud slipped off his back and down to his feet with every exhale, lightening the weight on his arms and shoulders until he felt close to a Terry who was safe, sound, and far from the troubles of his past. 

Mike would want that. He'd like to know what Terry had going on as the last person expected to settle down into a family man. He'd probably poke fun at his older cousin for attending birthing classes and fawning over ruffled outfits in Target when what he knew of Terry was brooding, reserved, and quietly menacing. Mike had seen his cousin kick up dust with the worst of them. Seeing Terry as a man who wouldn't so much as cough too loud if his wife or daughter was around would be a sight. 

As grief slowly packed its things and headed for the door, his comfort emerged from the steaming bathroom, looking like a lighthouse in a raging storm. 

Patrice's humming paused once she noticed Terry sitting in the corner. "Missed me," she teased, drawing a small, dry chuckle from her husband as she made her way to their dresser. "You could've joined if you wanted."

"That's alright. I know you need your time to decompress.” He gestured toward the garment in her hand. “Need help with that?"

She could've put her clothes on with no assistance, but Patrice knew that Terry wouldn't have asked if he didn't need the distraction. She granted his covert request for her attention by quickly plucking matching pieces from her sleepwear drawer and placing them in his outstretched hands. 

They spent time in comfortable silence while he slid soft cotton up her legs and then helped her into her shirt, kissing random spots of exposed skin along the way. "I didn't ask about your day. I'm sorry. I got a lot of…other stuff on my mind. How was work?" 

"It was work. Nothing too important. Glad it's the weekend. Two more days, and I get to see my first graduating class of freshmen that I taught. Isn't that crazy? I'm getting old, huh?" She laughed by herself. 

Terry avoided eye contact despite his faint smile, preferring to tie the drawstring at her waist in a neat bow like she preferred. "Never old. Only better."

"You're too sweet." Patrice cuddled him close when he was done and rubbed a spot at the nape of his neck to soothe him into closing tired, heavy lids. "I know it's tough, but I promise you'll be okay, babe. The sadness isn't gonna go away, but you'll learn to live with it. You'll learn to make space for all those feelings inside you at once. And I'll be here when you need someone else to hold some of them, too." 

Terry sighed. "I'm not tryin' to be a burden for you, P. We have enough going on as is." 

"You're not a burden, Terry; you're my husband – my friend."

To be accepted with all of the muddy waters traversing his mind and heart felt like too much to ask for in Terry's mind, especially from someone who'd spent so much time wading through all his bullshit without complaint. He owed her his life, the full weight of his love, until the day God deemed their time together but a beautiful memory forever etched in boxed trinkets and old photos. 

He wanted to give her the moon as she stood stroking his pain away with her fingertips but settled for kissing his way up her sternum on the way to her lips. 

One day, when other emotions had dwindled, and he was feeling more like himself, Terry would lay his head on Patrice's lap and tell her about the atrocities that had shaped the time before they reacquainted. That day wasn't today, and all he could think of was pouring his gratitude for her graciousness into making sure she was satisfied in the one area he could control. 

Shorts that had only been on her body for mere minutes found a new home on the floor alongside her top. Patrice was weightless in Terry's arms as he carried her to their shared bed, his lips attached to hers for needy kisses that felt more like life rafts to keep him above rough waters than affectionate gestures. 

Patrice questioning if he was sure about his actions fell on deaf ears, and soon, all of her inquiries became lost whispers in a room swirling with the sounds of desperate lovemaking. Terry left his mark on her neck and chest while he worked himself out of his clothes. 

His voice came in gravelly against the shell of her ear. "I fuckin' love you, Treece. Don't ever leave me." He was pleading and caught somewhere between raw desire and tremendous despair. "Please, don't ever leave me." 

"I'm not going anywhere, baby," Patrice reassured without hesitation.

Terry left soft kisses and big, salty tears on Patrice's cheeks once their foreheads met. "Please. I need you, Patrice." Grief was back and taunting him in his ear with its partner in crime, Doubt. She'll leave, just like everyone else. You don't deserve her. Lies filled his head with no shut-off valve in sight. The tears turned into sobs he couldn't ignore with breathing techniques or a change in his thought process. "I'm sorry. I just need you. I can't do this by myself. Don't leave." 

Patrice quickly cast amorous feelings aside to wrap her arms tight around Terry. "Woah, woah, TJ. I'm here! I'm right here." 

Grief was a bitch. Even when he threw his best punch at it, grief always hit Terry back with a haymaker that left him staggering and woozy in defeat. 

The moments after his heaving, hyperventilating meltdown became a blur of Patrice's soft-spoken instruction, lavender bubble bath, and candlelight. When he came back from a mental trip to Shelby Springs to live out alternate realities, where he emerged victorious with Mike by his side, he found himself nestled between his wife's legs, surrounded by fresh hot water and scented white foam. 

Patrice moved behind him, plastic crinkling as she peeled the back off of something he couldn't see before bringing her wet hands around to his face. "These'll help with the puffiness," she declared like an experienced esthetician informing a client. "I used to use this every other day in grad school. Cry all you need. No one will ever know by morning." 

A 'thank you' tried to rise from his throat, but Terry quickly found his voice too hoarse to say anything worth a damn. Patrice didn't mind, though. She was content to press another cold patch underneath his eye before grabbing the shampoo rinse cup resting near the baby monitor at the edge of the tub. 

Terry closed his eyes as the warm water washed over his short curls, sitting neatly behind a sharp hairline and tapered sides. His hair glistened under flickering lights provided by small flames in glass components. Patrice used her acrylic nails to work magic against his scalp, turning shampoo into a mountain of suds to cleanse the pain. 

"I swear every time my Nana and mama scrubbed my head, I felt like a new person after. One time, I was going through the worst friend breakup I've ever had, and by the time Mommy finished with me, I didn't even know that girl's name. Didn't even matter anymore." 

"What happens after the scrub, though? You just…go back to normal?" 

Patrice chuckled as she ran another stream of water across his head to start on a second lather. "Hell no. That's where the patches come in." Terry allowed himself his first genuine laugh all day, taking a stone out of grief's stronghold. His fingertips ran back and forth over the wet skin on Patrice's legs as he sat with his eyes closed in a battle for his sanity. They let the quiet ripple of water around them fill the humid air in the room, preferring to enjoy the feel of skin on skin over extraneous conversation until Patrice began running conditioner through each of his thick strands. "I love when you wear your hair like this. The haircuts are nice, but when it's grown out, it reminds me of young you." 

"Hot-headed, couldn't buckle down enough to work through being mad at not getting scholarships to still go to college me?" Terry scoffed, finding the notion of a younger, far less polished him being someone worth missing. 

Patrice shrugged. "I didn't know that Terry," she confessed. The stories of his anger felt like fables to Patrice. The only Terrence Richmond she'd ever known was sweet as homemade banana pudding after Sunday service and a whip-smart boy with the world at his feet. "My Terry and his little fro was always kind. Always noble and lending a helping hand. And now he's got a baby girl in the other room with a head full of her daddy's curls after she looked like Charles Barkley for three months." Terry smiled at the mention of Nyla and how she'd inherited at least one part of him after taking her mother's entire face. Patrice watched him reach for the monitor and bring it closer to his face for a look at his second favorite girl before she continued. "My Terry is who Mike loved. I never met him, but I know he saw the best in you. We all do, baby." 

More silence sat heavy as Terry wiped away fresh tears gathering at his waterline. Of course, they'd see the best in him when he couldn't see the best in himself. 

Grief came knocking again with Doubt in tow, but Terry ignored them to slide deeper into the water and rest his heavy head on Patrice's chest before speaking. "Mike and me…we used to get in a lot of trouble at my granny's house." 

"Yeah? Two badass kids, huh? Tell me about it."

"One time," he started, already smiling at the memory. "We got her beagle, Satchel, sick because we kept feeding him shrimp out of the gumbo. He threw up all over the back porch, and Mike got so scared that he told on us, thinking we wouldn't get the switch if we were honest." 

"Did y'all?" 

Terry laughed and nodded. "Wore our asses out. I hated that damn dog for the rest of his life. It wasn't his fault, but I was just a kid." 

"You knew better, though." 

"Whose side are you on right now?" Terry asked, looking up at Patrice with faux offense on his face. 

She giggled back. "Okay, my bad!" A final round of water cascaded down Terry's shoulders and back, washing the ugly soot of regret off of his grief to reveal the love making up its inner parts. Patrice kissed his wet hair and held her lips there even as she spoke. "Can you tell me more about Mike? I wanna know him through you."

The invitation erupted a dormant volcano deep within his Terry's heart.

He told stories of his cousin and their time together until the lavender-scented bubbles evaporated into tepid bath water. Until grief felt more like gratitude for memories made. Until Patrice's stomach ached from laughter. Until the clock struck midnight, and tears started to roll again. Until Patrice had wiped his entire face with her delicate fingertips several times over without a single inkling of exasperation or judgement while they lay face to face beneath cold sheets. And until she finally closed her eyes from exhaustion and turned her back for some shut-eye. 

Then, he talked to God. A long list of thank you's emerged from his heart. A thank you for keeping him alive, one for time spent with Mike, one for his daughter, and another for the only person keeping him afloat when all he wanted to do was drown. 

Terry looked at Patrice and smiled. Light from the television illuminated her face, highlighting her knitted brow and slight frown as she lay in the throes of a dream he could only imagine was vivid enough to evoke such a clear expression of disgust. The thought alone produced a genuine smile. 

Clicking the power button, Terry found himself in complete darkness, fighting for the words to finish his prayer. He sighed and looked back toward Heaven. "She's perfect, God. Even when she isn't. If you never give me anything else, thank you for Patrice."

"Hm?"

Patrice's groggy response to her name being called made Terry roll over on his side to calm her back into sleep. "Nothing, baby," he spoke into her shoulder before pressing a kiss on her skin. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, earning a content sigh. "I was just praying for you."

She smiled without opening her eyes. "Well, amen to that."

Tears tickled Terry's waterline, this time filled with overwhelming gratitude. A blessing like no other. 

"Yeah. Amen to that."

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[willyhoos]

this is my favorite scene in the game because its just italy trying to make things as confusing and frightening as possible for reasons that end up benefiting NO ONE in the end

[forsaken-fates]

*look up at shed after going through the tv*

... Say "yeet"!

*pushes him off the edge of the tower*

"Hu-?"

>[Shedletsky can barely answer before the force suddenly gets knocked back from him, pushing him off of the edge and dropping him to the unending void below.]

"OH GODS! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK-"

>[He could already feel the impending doom coming for him, adrenaline rushing through his veins, making him unable to think properly. He tried to use his wings the best that he could but found that his cloak on his back immobilized them, leaving him helpless and panicking.]

>[... This was it. This was really it. He was going to fall into the void that was made with his own power, and have to bear the pain that had to come along with it... God, that death barrier was going to hurt so much. Not only from the fact he was going to feel the air being hit out of his lungs, but the fact that he'd have to suffer for a long while before he could respawn. He'd have to feel his body being electrocuted, burned, eviscerated, while nothing was actually happening.]

>[The voices in his head didn't help either.]

"Yes... YES... FINALLY, YOU'LL EARN A PUNISHMENT FITTING FOR YOUR OWN IMMORAL CRIMES..."

"You shall finally PAY for all of your wrongdoings..."

"YOU DESERVE THIS, JOHN... EVERY. SINGLE. PART. OF. THIS."

"AND NO ONE..."

"IS GOING TO COME FOR YOU."

"NOT THIS TIME."

>[...]

>[Shedletsky suddenly felt his ankle being grabbed at the last minute, leaving him to hang upside down and catch his breath. He was too out of it to even realize what had happened, his mind spiraling down towards darker places as he thought about the excruciating pain that was about to hit him.]

>[... But it never came.]

>[...]

"W... what the...?"

"I got you, I got you, I got you..."

"You've gotta be kidding me... I've been trying t' look for you for days on end, and by the time I finally found you, you get pushed off of your own arena!? You're lucky I showed up just in time t' catch you!"

"Where the hell have ya been, anyway!?"

"Wh... Where the hell have you been!?"

>[Builderman is now available for asks!]

[dreamsy990]

TELEMACHUS AND ANTINOUS. FINALLY

[jayparked]

feelin a lil silly after being so adamant on not wanting to be in a relationship and wanting to take a break from dating and then this goofy boy just appears in my life and yeah well