#and i would have called in half an hour ago

[jollyhunter]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟 & 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐕𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐧

Puffy parted lips make way for a guttural moan. Hips roll up to meet you with languid motions, drawing out every thrust. Slow, deep and steady strokes. Thick swollen tip pushed in and out, pulled along your tight walls all the way up until he rams your cervix and back down until your tight muscles grip onto him.

Eyes flit across the ceiling and dive under your eyelids. Another, louder groan echoes through your bedroom at your family’s house.

“Shhh-“ Calloused fingers lock your jaw closed, choking back a whimper of yours. Dean's thumb pulls at the tip of your lower lip, his gravel voice low and yet enough to shaken your breath. “You’re so vocal, baby - but you gotta keep it down. I don’t wanna get a speech of your dad in the morning.”

Your lips chase his thumb as he draws it down your chin, catching it between your teeth and pulling it in like you’d just trapped your prey.

A low, dangerous growl rumbles in his chest when your lips tightly wrap around his knuckle joint and you start to lick and suck on his coarse digit.

The vibration travels down to your core, tingling, sending a shiver across your body. The growl is a warning as much as a grudging praise. Green orbs flash up at your cheeky smile. Like you’re testing his authority, poking the wolf.

And he fucking loves it.

You were playful. And dirty. You challenge him. And to him, you were deadly.

“C’mon my sweet little vixen.” He coos with a mock-innocent expression when he notices your depleting energy. “You can do one more for me, can’t ya?”

You nod, your eyes halfway hidden behind your heavy eyelids. You were somewhere caught in a state of lust and drowsiness. Your hips rock against his hardness that's buried deep within you, but you lack any rhythm.

And it wasn't really a surprise, seeing as Dean's fingers had just lured you out of your sleep not too long ago.

Parts of you wondered why you were even up here right now. Straddling your boyfriend’s hips in this ungodly hour. Would you have been more rational, you'd have never agreed to this. The knowledge of your parents sleeping two doors down the corridor, while you were riding him inside you? God no.

But it didn't take much incentive to coax - what Dean called your 'sweet little vixen' - out of you.

Fingertips had stroked you up and down, parting your folds, and a rough thumb had flicked across your sensitive bundle of nerves until his hand began to soak in your slick. His nose had brushed along your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo. Meanwhile his teeth had skimmed your skin in ways that sent a dangerous shiver down your spine.

Your breath had quickly turned heavy and laced with soft, shy moans that slipped past your sleep. Moments later you found yourself on top of Dean's. Riding his bucking hips as well as you could in your drowsy state.

Another moan of yours gets muffled by Dean's thumb still jammed in your mouth. He had roughly snapped his hips up to coax those sweet sounds from your throat. But also, Dean had noticed how you were barely holding onto your wake mind.

Your hooded eyes keep rolling back with soft whimpers and your legs are shaking like they had been riding a bull for the past half an hour.

"C'mon little vixen, don't tap out on me now." He chuckles lowly, his lips quirked into a sly smirk as he watches you try to regain your balance on top of his bucking hips.

You slump forward and bring your hands down on his chest. And Dean's heart skips a beat when he could swear that he’d caught a glimpse of you narrowing your eyes at him, a smile flashing across your lips. And you did.

Long claws leave red marks in their wake as you rake them down Dean's chest. He hisses from the pain, his eyes narrowed at you with a warning glare. But this wolf couldn't fool you with his snarls, and you both knew it.

"Careful there," he adds in a verbal warning, his voice dropped an octave.

Your lips pull into a tired smile as you lean down to whisper something into his ear. And Dean lets out groan at your dirty sex talk.

To the world outside of this intimate act of yours, you were a shy, innocent girl. For strangers, an introverted pretty girl and for your family, the perfect, little angel.

But in his touch you turned into a sex-drunk, confident and bold woman. Kinky, naughty, and oh so willing to be taken any time by him. You were his clever, sassy, little vixen. Only his to take.

The thought of him being the only one allowed to see this side of yours... Knowing that he could coax that little vixen out of you. That you were nothing like you made the world believe, nothing close to the innocent image you had. That he was able to corrupt you in the most beautiful way possible. That you'd trust him enough to let him witness this downright sinful side of yours…

...It all turned him on, made him proud. Made his lips pull into a wolfish grin of satisfaction.

You were like a fox trapped in the jaws of a wolf. And you relished it. The knowledge that only he was the harbour of your beast. Only he held the key to get it out.

Only you held the privilege that he could snap you in half in a heartbeat - like anyone who'd just look at you the wrong way - but never would. Only you could be rest assured that he’d never bite you.

Only you could roll him over onto his back and have him whimper.

Dean pulls his thumb from your mouth, both his hands gripping onto your hips now in a merciless grip. When your eyes meet, he bucks his hips. His hard length gets slammed inside you, triggering a surprised whine from you that pulls his lips into a satisfied smug grin.

When your hips try to pull away, his large hands pull you down to meet his next thrust with your core flush against his pelvis and his tip bruising your cervix.

You whimper, buckle and fall forward. Your forehead comes to rest on the reddened marks on his chest while your fingers claw at his shoulder where you hold onto him.

Whimpers of yours mingle with his grunts and groans as he rides you both towards your climax. His fingers dig into your flesh when he notices you shaking, holding you close as your walls start to flutter around his cock. His tight grip was leaving you no chance for escape, leaving you completely at his mercy. And you loved it.

You could squirm in his jaws, knowing the fangs that surrounded you would never pierce you. Fangs that held you down but never back. Jaws that didn’t keep you in but others out.

You tamed the wolf that has seen through your innocence. The only man who’s allowed to tame your secret wild spirit.

A/N: A "BadWolf!Dean x SweetVixen!Reader" drabble I had to get out of my system ahhh I've been holding onto this thought for way too long. Idk yet where this is going or whether anybody else needed this lmao, but you're welcome if you did. Also I'm sorry I didn't get to proofread or anything I just typed this out on the way to work. I still have so much to catch up on with all your writings!! I hope I’ll get the time to reply, read and comment on them all on the weekend! <3

EDIT: Not me changing the head banner 'cuz that one image had to be edited

Dean tag list:

@aylacavebear @jc-winchester @ambiguous-avery @bettystonewell

[star-writes-sometimes]

aftercare with fwb!thanos

c/w - aftercare so mentions of sex, drug use (marijuana), friends with benefits arrangement

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thanos’ body weight slumps against you, his cool sweaty chest snugly against yours. his nose nudges against your neck and you can hear him catching his breath. your legs are shaking slightly but you relax as his hands run along your skin.

he kisses your neck and groans quietly in your ear, “fuck, dude, you’re so sexy.”

you laugh and turn your head to face him, “you just finished fucking me and now you’re calling me dude?”

thanos smirks and uses one hand to hold himself above you. his other hand caresses your cheek, “‘cause it’s true,” he says simply, leaning down to kiss you lazily, “you are very very sexy, dude.”

you slap his arm lightly and laugh more, “shut up.”

his smile widens and he kisses you again, deeper this time but still unrushed. you moan softly and lift your head slightly to meet his lips properly.

he pulls away from you and pushes your hair out of your face. he smiles fondly at you before kissing your forehead and getting out of bed.

with more space on the bed you stretch and groan at the burning in your thigh muscles. you sit up against the headboard and try to smooth your hair out with your fingers.

two months ago you would never even consider hanging out with him alone, and being in his bed hadn’t crossed your mind. the only reason you were sort of friends with him was because of how many mutual friends you had. plus, he was always willing to share his weed or whatever other drug he was trying that week.

so when you realised you had run out of bud and your usual dealer was out of town, you knew it would be easier to tolerate thanos for a couple of hours rather than try and convince a new dealer to sell to you.

you didn’t even have his number, but after asking your friend for it, you texted him and explained the problem. you asked if you could buy a few grams off him and he was eager to invite you over.

your plan was to just give him the money, get the weed and be on your merry way. but he asked you to come in, asked if you would join him for a couple cones before leaving. it wasn’t in your plan to be half naked on his couch, moaning loudly while his face was buried in between your thighs but it just seemed to be how the night was destined to go.

he didn’t make you pay for the weed and he didn't ask for anything in return. he just gave you a small baggie of weed and one of the best orgasms of your life, then kissed you on the cheek and sent you on your way.

but now two months have passed and it’s impossible to say you don’t plan this anymore. you like him, way more than you ever thought you would. he’s a great fuck buddy and a surprisingly good friend. he’s different when you were alone together in his apartment but even when you hang out with all your friends you don’t find him as annoying as you used to.

thanos wanders back in the room, wearing boxers and carrying a few things. he kneels on the bed next to you and grins, “miss me, baby?”

“what happened to ‘dude’?” you ask playfully.

he shrugs and uses some tissues to clean up the sticky mess between your thighs, “you could be my baby dude,” he throws the soiled tissues on the nightstand carelessly and hands you one of his oversized tshirts, “or my dude baby.”

you scrunch your nose up and slip the shirt on, “no, thanks.”

“aw, c’mon toots. you usually love my nicknames.”

“toots isn’t great either.”

he smirks and leans in close to you, cupping your cheek in his hand, “don’t worry i know what you like to be called,” he teases, kissing along your neck, “my pretty girl.”

your thighs clench ever so slightly reminding you of the burn radiating through them. you groan softly and pout up at him, “thanos.”

“i’m sorry,” he grins and pulls away from you, pecking your lips as he does, “i’ll stop.”

you roll your eyes and sit up a bit more, “you’re mean.”

he moves to be sitting against the headboard next to you. he grabs a joint from the nightstand and lights it up. he blows the smoke out languidly, “you love it though.”

you huff and snatch the joint from him for yourself. he just laughs and throws an arm around you, manhandling you so you are resting against him. he grabs the remote and puts a cartoon on as background noise. 

you feel your body relax as you exhale and hand the joint back to him. you pull the blanket over both of you and snuggle into him. it’s peaceful like this. slow and sluggish in a way that makes you feel safe.

“now you’re being friendly,” he teases.

“shut up,” you whine.

“i love seeing you like this.”

“are you capable of being quiet?”

“still being mean to me but i know you love me.”

“says who.”

“well i don’t see you cuddling up to many people,” he says smugly and passes you the joint, “and you don’t like sharing joints.”

“well you’re the only person who has joint etiquette.”

“use all the excuses you want, princess, doesn’t change the facts.”

“you’re annoying. that’s a fact.”

“you didn’t have an excuse for the cuddling though. interesting.”

you stay silent for a moment, trying to think of an excuse. “you’re just comfy is all.”

“comfy?”

“yeah.”

he laughs and kisses your head. he pulls you impossibly closer to him, “that almost sounds like a compliment.”

you hum contently as he pulls you into an even comfier position. you take a long drag of the joint and give it back to him. “well. you’re not all bad.”

his smile grows wide and gasps dramatically, “well that is very high praise from you, baby.”

“yes, you should be very thankful.”

“i am.”

“good.”

it’s quiet for a few moments. thanos finishes the joint and discards the butt on the nightstand. his hands run along your skin, occasionally squeezing and pinching softly. it’s as if you are his own personal stress toy but you enjoy it, it’s comforting.

“stay the night?” he whispers, his hands stilling for a moment, “please.”

your body tenses up slightly at his request. even though you have done whatever this is over a dozen times now you haven’t stayed the night. you usually just share a couple smokes with him before ubering home.

but something about how soft this all is, how relaxed and peaceful he manages to make you feel has you nodding. you swear you can feel him relax even more as you nod and he kisses your forehead.

“good. i like having you here, princess,” he says with a grin, “you should stay forever.”

[kamospeach]

that smile on your face makes it easy to trust you .ᐟ

plot: tattooartist!geto wants his favorite canvas to show off his work.

content warning: oral f!receiving, choking, piv sex, fingering, praising, doggy, breeding, a lot of dirty talk

peachy's yap: wc! 5.1k. placed in Tokyo, but i didn't use conversions, and i specified that when speaking about money. i wrote this before i started writing on tumblr so it might be a lil bad.

"mmm, sugu..." you moaned, trying to stop the force of his thrust with your hand.

"be a good girl and take it all for me, okay?" he groaned out, intertwining your fingers behind your back and holding your hand in place.

now, you're probably wondering how you got here. hours before the incident you and your friends sat around on your bed. you all were scrolling through pinterest, trying to help your youngest friend build the courage to get a tattoo. you had friends of all different ages, races, and types since you transferred to a school in tokyo. your college in the us had an exchange program, which you were eager to sign up for. in all honesty, you were excited to meet the famous tiktok star satoru gojo.

living in tokyo was still new to you, and you had been going to school there for a year and a half. you made a lot of friends who were from the same program as you. you were the oldest and most obvious mom of the group. you treated the others like they were fragile babies, even though some of them were only a few months younger than you. one of your friends had just recently turned 19 and had never gotten a tattoo.

"come on, tattoos aren't that bad." you stressed to your friend. you were littered with tattoos, 25 in total, so of course, it seemed like nothing to you.

"that's not fair you have so many this will be my first one." he complained, and you laughed at his nervousness.

"what about your artist that did the majority of yours? can he do it?" another one of your friends asked, and you nodded at her statement.

"yeah, he's very gentle, so it won't be bad. i'll facetime him." you said and called suguru. 

the whole time you had been in tokyo, suguru had been doing your tattoos. out of 25, he did 20 of them, which made you get closer. sometimes, he did your tattoos when you just popped up or even after hours when he was fully booked. most times, you would call him and talk while he sketched a large tattoo for you. you guys had become friends and even got some tattoos for free, small ones, of course. it was also oddly convenient since you're a major fangirl for his best friend, satoru.

"you must need something." he blurted, answering on the third ring. you giggled at his assumption, looking at the way his phone was sitting.

"you're doing a tattoo?" you asked, slightly dodging his statement.

"yes, my only appointment for the day, you need to come by?" he asked, he never passed up a chance to take your money for something he loved doing. especially getting to see your pretty face sit in his chair and the look of satisfaction on that face when he finished the tattoo. 

"my friend wants a tattoo, and i recommended you because you're not too heavy-handed." you said, throwing in a smile, and he chuckled. he looked good to you, maybe better than usual. he had on a white shirt, which was different since he usually wore dark blue or black. you couldn't see his lower half, but you suspected he had jeans or sweats on. his long hair was in the usual bun at the top and hair down in the back.

"why do i feel like you're trying to sweet talk your way into my chair, kid." he joked, and you grumbled at the 'kid' nickname. 

"i'm doing it for my friend." you reminded him.

"oh yeah? so you're not doing it for the tattoo i sent you a couple of days ago." he raised a brow, and you laughed. he had sent you a very large sketch of a dragon that he said would look good on you. he offered to do it for 300 us dollars instead of 700 as long as you modeled it for him. you swore you would promote him on all platforms since you were pretty popular.

"if you want to do it today, we can." you offered, throwing the ball in his court.

"you guys can come i should be done in 30." he laughed, and you smiled, standing as all your friends began grabbing their belongings to leave. you walked away from them, noticing he had his airpods in his ear.

"i missed you, you know." you said lowly, not trying to draw attention to yourself. he glanced at you, and his eyes showed everything he couldn't say aloud.

"i missed you too; you'll hurry and get here, yeah?" he said, making your stomach churn from the naturally seductive tone he carried.

"we're 15 minutes away, but it might be some traffic." you informed him, and he nodded understanding.

𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩

"woah, it's nice in here." your friend said loudly, making everyone else agree. 

"sugu!" you yelled, seeing him grabbing the cash from the client. when the client left, you went to suguru, immediately hugging him tightly. 

"you act as if we haven't seen each other in months." he joked still returning the hug as enthusiastically as you.

"2 weeks is a long time." you huff, sitting in a chair next to him. all your friends followed behind you, standing at the end of the chair. your friend getting the tattoo sat in the chair and explained the idea to geto. he began to sketch as you scrolled through your instagram messages, responding to brands that wanted to work with you. before you knew it, you heard the buzz of the needle, and he began to work. "oh! sugu, i need to tell you about what happened last week."

"i'm listening." he said, yet you could tell in his voice that he was interested. he was focused, and that was when he looked the best. the right side of his lip was tucked between his teeth, and his eyes were low. the veins in his arm protruded due to his grip on the needle, and the vein in his neck that never went away was more prominent. you rested your chin on your palm as you talked to him and watched him work on your friend's arm.

"he's really good." a friend of yours complimented him, and you nodded.

"thank you." he mumbled out, still focusing on his work. after another 30 minutes, he was finished with the tattoo. it was a song lyric, so it didn't take long to finish it and wrap it up. 

"you guys don't have to wait for me; this tattoo is pretty big." you assure your friends.

"you sure? will you need a ride home? i can always come back and get you."

"i'll take her home," suguru interjected, and you smiled, nodding at my friends.

"okay then, bye, see you later!" they all said in unison, waving at you as you walked back to suguru's chair. suguru followed behind your friends to turn off the open sign and lock the door. he closed the curtains and turned off the main lights to ensure no one would assume they were open. he walked to his station and turned on the extra lights he had to brighten up the specific area.

"nobody's here today?" you asked a little late, but your mind was distracted by the white shirt he had on.

"choso only had one client, so he went to pick up yuji. yuki never came, and the other guys left early, too." he explained.

"so, where did you want to put this one?" you smile, looking down at him as he sits in his usual chair.

"your back." he said printing out parts of the pre-sketched tattoo.

"cool! i've been wanting a back tattoo it's so empty." you admit, look at his back muscles flexing as he cleaned his station. "why a white shirt today?"

"is it a crime to wear white?"

"i mean, it is when all you usually wear is dark colors." you smile, and he nods.

"laundry day." he admitted, and you chuckled.

"maybe next time i can get you to wear pink." you smirk.

"maybe not." he said blandly. suguru was an avid pink hater, and light purple came a close second. you always teased him about pink and light purple and even bought him a pink and light purple gift for his birthday (along with tons of black and dark purple gifts). 

"i'm nervous now," you said, taking off your shirt and holding your chest. you had become comfortable with being in minimal clothing around him. he was even there when you got your nipples pierced, which would make sense since he owns the place (you invited him back because you were scared).

"what happened to that kiss you promised me?" he asked, ignoring your statement as your face got hot. 2 weeks ago, geto and you had kissed for the first time. he asked for another, and you told him you would the next time you saw each other.

"you would ask that now that i'm shirtless." you roll your eyes, and he just chuckles. you walk to where he stands, and his tall frame leans down. his hands gripped your waist, bringing you closer, and he whispered in your ear.

"nothing i've never seen before." he kissed your neck under your ear, causing a shiver to run up your spine. goosebumps formed on your body as if you were cold, but his body kept you warm. the way he spoke about seeing your chest made it almost feel inappropriate, yet it was because of the body piercing.

"so lewd." you sighed as he grabbed your face, bringing it close to his.

"yeah?" he questioned.

"y-" as you began to answer, he cut you off, connecting your lips. your mouth open from speaking, let him insert his tongue in your mouth. forgetting you didn't have on a shirt, your hands went to his hair, slowly massaging his scalp. 

he moaned in the kiss from the feeling of your fingers, loving how it felt. his hands traveled from around your waist to under your breast. your tongues fought for dominance, and he inevitably won as he explored your mouth. without thinking, his thumbs began to lightly caress your nipples, which were sensitive from the piercings you had gotten not even a month ago. he pulled away, looking down at your breast that rested perfectly in his large hands.

"i'm sorry," he apologized breathlessly. he quickly moved his hands, and you tried to catch your breath.

"it's okay." you said honestly, sitting in his seat. your chest pressed against the cold leather. most of your sessions with suguru weren't sensual or sexual. to be honest, this was different for the two of you; you just couldn't deny your attraction to suguru.

"you comfortable because once i get started, you need to stay very still." he said, and you scoffed.

"i know suguru." you said as you heard him laugh. for a second, he paused, letting the soft r&b play through the speaker. you internally chuckled at him playing the shared playlist that was full of music you told him to listen to. he began to place the stencils on your back and draw with the pen to fill in the empty places. as he did these little movements, your eyes closed as partynextdoor 'no chill' played. per usual, your thoughts drifted to suguru. 

now, it hit you like a bullet train going close to a million miles an hour. those times he called while sketching and said he'd want to see you with a back tattoo. or those times he said tattoos would look good around your neck. you always frowned at the idea as he smirked, saying 'went right over your head,' and you cluelessly shrugged. his hand around your neck? he wanted to see you with an arch in your back that emphasized those tattoos? sneaky.

suguru's signature smirk as you talked about tattoos. it wasn't the only thing you had in common, but it was where he could throw in dirty jokes, and you not even notice. before you knew it, your breathing was steadied, and you had lightly dozed off. suguru noticed your breathing and removed the needle.

"hey, love, you need to wake up just in case you twitch." he said, lightly rubbing your hip near where he was working.

"mhm." you mumbled, waking up and looking at the tv that was muted but played a program that you'd never seen. two hours had passed, and you were trying not to nod off. "sugu, i'm sleepy." you told him, and he nodded. 

"we can finish it tomorrow you probably have an hour and a half left." he said, and you shook your head. 

"i have work tomorrow i can't come." you pouted look back at suguru, who nodded.

"okay, if you twitch, i'll stop, and we just gotta plan a different day." he warned you, and you tried extra hard to stay awake. "what has you so tired anyways?"

"had three classes today from 7 to 2." you explained, and he nodded. 

"and how are you doing in those?"

"i'm doing good, i promise, just stressed. this is making it better." you tell him, knowing he acts like your father when it comes to your grades. he chuckles, and he works diligently on the tattoo. although you did nod off a few times, you were still enough for him to finish the tattoo all in one day. 

"maschocist?" he asked, joking, and you laughed.

"a little." you played along.

"you did good, love." he said, and the butterflies erupted in your stomach.

"t-thank you." you stuttered, immediately embarrassing yourself.

"thank you because i did your tattoo or because i praised you?" he questioned, reaching a hand out for you to stand as your legs felt weak from sitting for such a long time (and definitely not because his voice was hot). he kept his hand in yours, and you both walked to the mirror to see what he had done.

"maybe both." you shrugged, turning around and looking at your back in the mirror. "sugu..." you gasped, looking at the tattoo that was beyond the word beautiful. 

"do you like it?" he looked up at you, and your jaw dropped.

"like it? i love it." you say as he laughs.

"you always make me feel good about my work, " he says, wrapping his arms around your waist as you look up at him. you look at his face, caught in its beauty, as he waits for your response. his teeth play with the hoop of his side labret piercing on his plump lip.

"people must tell you all the time how good your work is." you say and he smirks at your assumption.

"sure they do, but your opinion matters the most." he says as you begin to realize he's leaning into you. you summon all the positive self-talk you can to reassure yourself that you can handle this without embarrassing yourself. like you figured his lips crashed onto yours and the two of you began to kiss vigorously. your teeth touched here and there and his tongue was exploring your mouth all in a matter of seconds.

"sugu..." you hum as his lips leave your mouth and attack your neck. he began to lightly bite and suck at your neck as you let out a light moan from the feeling of his lips.

"yes, y/n?" he says, and you sigh at the feeling of his lips. "show me how much you love my work, baby. show it off to me, hm?" he says, and your heart begins to flutter at his words. his voice was smooth like silk and his words were sensual.

"okay." you say lowly letting go of your chest and putting your hands in his hair. it was your favorite place to put your hands, to busy yourself, and hearing his groans was music to your ears.

"this is what you want right?" he asks leaning back to look you in your eyes.

"yes, i want you, suguru." without a second word, he picked you up and placed you on the chair you had previously sat on. your hands quickly went to his belt to open it.

"slow down, let me please you." he whispered in your ear as he removed your hands from his belt. his hands slowly grazed your sides his fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake. he slipped his hand slipped into your shorts pressing your covered clit. your breathing became ragged, and you whimpered in his ear. he slowly rubbed your clit barely putting any pressure just enough for you to know his fingers were there and moving.

"sugu please." you begged looking him in his eyes and he smirked at your begging state.

"please, what?" he asked as your head began to spin. you didn't even know what you wanted from him at this point. you just knew that you wanted him.

"i... i" you started still lost in your words.

"you what, baby? you want me to touch that needy pussy for real?" he hummed, and just from the words, your hip bucked at his hands needing to feel him.

"yes, please touch me, suguru." you asked, and he smiled at you, finally being able to ask for what you wanted. he finally put his hands inside your thin undergarments, pressing his cold fingers directly on your warm cunt. you're insanely wet and would be dripping if your juices weren't restrained. his middle finger grazed over your core seemingly testing to see how aroused you were for him.

"you're so wet for me." he breathes out as he slips his middle finger in you without warning. you moan at the simple girth of his thick and long digits. he skillfully maneuvers his fingers as your cunt squelches. the only sounds in the tattoo studio are you and suguru's heavy breathing combined with the sloshing sounds of your juices. 

"fuck..." you moan throwing your head back and enjoying the pleasure that suguru was giving. although you imagined having him all for yourself taking his big dick up your tight virgin-like cunt. you never imagined it would feel this good just from one of his fingers.

"you can take another finger for me, right?" he asked, not awaiting an answer he added another finger searching for that rough and spongy spot in you. once he found that spot, he continued to simulate, rub, and push on that spot as you clenched around his fingers. he removed his fingers once he could feel you even getting slightly close to finishing. 

"hah... hey," you huff as a pout immediately finds its way to your face. without saying a word he put his fingers to his lips. he licked your essence off his fingers while maintaining that almost unbearable eye contact with you. "suguru..." you tried to warn him but it mainly came out in a whisper.

"i want you to cum on my dick not my fingers." he whispers as he leans down to suck on your right breast. you moaned loudly at the feeling since your nipple was still sensitive from the piercing. he rolled your left nipple between his fingers and massaged your tits. he let off with a 'pop!' switching to the left before repeating the process of giving your other nipple attention. once he felt he was done, he began to unbutton your pants.  seeing that as a green light, you rush to remove his shirt. "you can't be in that big of a rush." he teases.

"i been waiting a long time for this." you admit to crashing your lips to his so he can feel your urgency. he eventually gave up trying the slow approach and hastily helped you strip down. after you had finally got him to just his boxers you lightly pulled at the band and he smiled. "i can do it?" you asked shyly and he laughed.

"go ahead." with his permission, you pulled down his boxers, watching as his girthy dick slaps his stomach. he was unbelievably hard; his tip was bright red and dripping precum. you couldn't take your eyes off of it as you shamelessly stare at his throbbing dick in fear. "you ready?"

"yes." you squeaked, and he smirked, grabbing your legs and lifting them to your chest. unexpectedly, he leaned down, sending one singular lick to your soaking wet lips. your legs begin to tremble at the feeling while suguru sends kitty licks, purposely ignoring your clit. "suguruuu..." you whine, and he stands up, smiling as his lips glisten from the juices. 

"i got you." he says, putting his hands up to your mouth. "spit." knowing you were getting closer to the goal, you immediately spit in his hand. he begins to jerk himself with your spit eyes rolling to the back of his head from the feeling. 

he had to snap himself out of it, remembering that this was real he wasn't dreaming of you. he could really fuck you and feel the way your warm cunt feels around him. you both being too intoxicated by each other's scent threw caution to the wind and didn't even think of using a condom. he lines his dick up with your entrance slapping his tip on your clit a few times before slowly pushing his way in.

"oh my..." you both gasp in unison at the feeling, his head is pressed against yours as he continues to push his way into you. he had you in a mating press as he tried not to put his full weight on you. he filled you up perfectly you felt full and stuffed just from half of him. he continued to push himself into you until he completely bottomed out. you both took a second he was allowing you to adjust while he tried to not nut already. your breathing was matched and you both looked each other in the eye.

in. out.

in. out.

in. out.

in. 

and suguru slammed into you as you took a deep breath, knocking all the wind out of you. he smirked as you gasped for air, and he continued with his bullied thrust. he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in not even letting you catch your breath again.

"you hear that? you hear how wet you are for me." he whispered in your ear as you babbled out 'yes, yes, yes, yes' in response. your moans were loud and echoed around the tattoo shop. he leans up and begins to speed up his pace both hands on the back of your knees pressing them closer and closer to your chest as his thrust begins to get more and more ruthless. 

"s...s...s..." you tried to speak but you were so cock drunk you couldn't even get the words out. you were embarrassed and you couldn't even look at suguru who gripped your jaw roughly turning you to face him again. 

"spit it out." he says in a mocking tone, and you roll your eyes at him. "you want to roll your eyes?" he asked as you ignored him, gripping his forearm tightly at the pleasure. "answer me." he spat, and you whined shaking your head.

"no!" you moan out as he hit that perfect spot in you that had you almost ready to come undone. he rapidly pounded into you so hard that you felt the pressure in your chest. it almost felt as if his cockhead was poking at your heart begging you to love him and his dick. 

"can i leave marks?" he asked, remembering all those times you complained to him about men leaving hickeys on you without permission.  your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your moans became more and more guttural. 

"mhm," you hummed out, and he immediately began to work on your neck, leaving hickeys. once he felt he was done with what he called his 'masterpiece,' he looked at you. fucked out with his marks on your neck, collarbone, and chest. he laughed at you as he grabbed both of your legs and crossed your ankles. he placed your crossed legs over his right shoulder as he continued to watch your fucked out face. 

"maybe you should get my name on you." he says as he kisses your ankle making your eyes widen in shock. he couldn't mean what you thought he meant. "maybe a necklace?" he says as he gives you a forceful thrust that has you screaming out his name. "yeah, you like that?" he says as he wraps one of his hands around your neck squeezing lightly.

"yes, sugu i love it." you say not even realizing you admitted to loving the idea of having a necklace with his name on it.

"you love it? you didn't even... hah... hear my other ideas... fuck." he says as his statement is broken up with his moans and groans. he's in bliss loving the feeling of your warm gooey walls wrapped tightly around his cock as you clench and hold on to him with every thrust. "fuck baby, you feel so good. you're taking my dick so good. such a good girl for me." now it was suguru's turn to babble about how good you feel. his thrusts are getting sloppy as he feels you clench even tight.

"sugu 'm cumming." you whine out as he makes his thrust more pointed at the spot he knows drives you crazy.

"cum on your cock, make a mess on me." he coaxes you to your end as you moan your loudest moan of the night. "look at the mess you made." he instructs you as he keeps fucking you through you high. you looked down at the ring of cream that wrapped around his base. he slides out of you and quickly flips you over. "now that you're warmed up, you can show off that new tattoo, hm?"

"wait, i'm sensitive." you whine, and he doesn't say anything, just rubs his tip up against your entrance. he gave you maybe half a second if you were lucky and pushed into you again. "shit.." you mumble as he pushes himself fully in, your back naturally arched at the feeling. without letting you adjust to him, he begins to snap his hips into you quickly.

"you look so good taking me, sweetheart." he says as he watches the way your ass ripples each time it hits his pelvis. one hand was on your hip, and the other sent a hard slap to your ass cheek. his thrusts were relentless and your moans were getting louder and louder each time.

you grabbed his wrist as your face was squished into the chair. suguru didn't say much his jaw was slack hypnotized by your ass and the way you gripped him. he couldn't take his eyes off of you the way you looked under him was better than anything he could've ever imagined.

"mmm, sugu..." you moaned, trying to stop the force of his thrust with your hand. you were getting closer by the second and still sensitive from your previous orgasm. it was starting to become too much as tears spilled from your eyes due to the pleasure.

"be a good girl and take it all for me, okay?" he groaned out, intertwining your fingers behind your back and holding your hand in place. using your hand as leverage he gives you slower and longer strokes. slowly out and roughly back in, hitting that spot that made you mewl out. "are you close?" he asked as your body began to twitch from the feeling.

"so close, baby, so so close." you say and he grunts loving the way you sounded moaning out his name.

"where do you want it, sweetheart?" he asked and you being a fucked out mess yelped out without even thinking.

"inside me, please cum in me, fill me up, sugu." you begged, and how could he deny his beautiful muse what she desired? as both of your climaxes built up, he grabbed the front of your neck, choking you lightly as he pulled you up so that his chest was against your back. his free hand reached down to rub circles on your clit as he continued fucking you. "i'm cumming, shit."

"me too, cum with me." he whispers deeply in your ear as the both of you cum together. your body jerked as you violently came, and he continued to send sloppy thrusts, filling you up. he grabs your jaw, turning your face to kiss you sloppily. your tongues explored each other's mouths until you both decided to catch your breath.

"that was... amazing." you panted as he slowly slid out of you. the emptiness makes you whine and the sensitivity makes him shiver. 

"you were so good." he says, rubbing your cheek as you look away from him shyly. he walks away to get a wet paper towel. "this is as good as it's gonna get." you laugh as he cleans you both off and throws away the paper towel. he grabs your thong and helps you get dressed, sitting you back down on the chair. your legs were already getting sore, and you could only imagine how bad it would be tomorrow morning. 

after suguru got dressed, he double-checked the shop, making sure everything was good for him to leave. you just sat watching as he walked around, in shock that you actually got to fuck him. maybe the next time you should do it in the mirror, you thought to yourself as he handed you your purse. 

"ready to go?" he asked and you nodded walking alongside him. "now i'm going to have to take you on a date to ask the real question." he said raising his brow and looking at you.

"what question?" you asked, acting dumb, wanting to hear it now, but suguru wasn't falling for it. he opened the door, letting you out first as he hit a light switch.

"guess you'll have to find out during the date. how does friday sound?" he asked and without even thinking you obliged.

"friday is fine!" you say, concluding if you did have anything planned it would just have to be canceled.

"sounds good." he smirks, taking one final look around and turning off the final light switch. suguru locked the doors and thought to himself: i'll never quit. he wouldn't dare forget the memory of your fucked out face every time he'd do a tattoo on that same exact chair.

[bringmeanangel]

One Too Many

Pairing: Spencer Reid and Reader Tags/warning: Overwhelmed reader. small Anxiety attack. crying. feeling like a failure. Spencer Reid being the best boyfriend ever. established relationship. Synopsis: Working in theatre, filling out a bunch of applications. Having things under control falls apart when one more potential application pops up. A/N: Based off of my life and basically what happened five minutes ago. If only I had a Spencer to calm me down.

You love how much your boyfriend supports you with your art. You work in theatre and this year you told yourself that you were just going to apply to things, no matter how daunting those forms were.

Some of the forms were a bit of a doozy, but Spencer was always there to make sure that you took a break of ate something.

One festival, you saw that the deadline was that day at 9pm and you had discovered it at 3pm. You looked ay everything and thought nah. Then you decided "screw it" and in two and a half hours you sent in that application.

Sometimes your mom gives of the wrong kind of energy, almost desperation, which is why you don't tell her about these two forms your working. You don't really tell your friends even. It's more because it's a superstitious thing.

Spencer though, you tell him. He always encourages you, even if he's not totally sure how it works, he's just happy to see you happy and excited.

Today however, you had two on going applications, both deadlines were in two weeks and you were working on them little by little. Then, your mom emailed you something.

She called you and told you about this opportunity to work at a festival in your town and that you should apply. You clicked on the link and saw that the deadline was in four days.

You took a sharp breath which caught Spencer's attention. He was reading and you were at the table working.

"Are you alright?" he knew that breath. That was your anxiety.

"Yeah. My mom just sent me something that if I wanted to do it, it's do in four days" you voice was shaky.

"Do you want to do it?" you heard the concern in his voice.

"i'm not sure. I'm going to at least look at it."

You turned your attention back to your computer, Spencer kept an eye on you.

You started reading about the job. It was a festival coordinator and producer.

*Another sharp breath*

You kept reading. If you took it, you would have to be available for the festivals, which would mean that if the two festivals you really wanted to do, you might not be able to do.

Getting into the other festivals that you wanted wasn't a sure thing, but you would have to accept this job before you knew about them.

*Another sharp breath*

Spencer had put his book down when he heard the second sharp breath and watched you. The third sharp breath, he saw you tense and you looked pale.

Spencer stood up and went over to you. He wrapped his arm across your chest, so you could lean agaisnt his arm. His thumb firmly started to rub up and down the side of your neck and you burst into tears.

"Oh, angel" he soothed, his heart breaking for you.

You held onto his arm, eyes shut tight, focusing on his thumb, massaging your neck. Spencer took this to quickly read over everything.

The pay was good, but if this was your response to just looking at the job requirement, and Spencer knew you pretty well, so he knew this wasn't your thing; then he knew you shouldn't even apply.

"I'm going to close it." he murmured in your ear, waiting for you to say okay.

"Bu-but my- the other ones are a sure thing. I hav-have a good feeling, but that's dumb. This-this I" you tried to talk.

Spencer gently shushed you, his other hand coming up to stroke your hair.

"deep breath, love. Come on. In 2-3-4" he said and you did. "hold. and out 2-3-4" he soothed and you did.

He repeated that two more times, now rubbing his hand up and down your back, still having his arm wrapped around you, to keep you feeling safe.

"I told myself that I would apply to everything." you looked disappointed at yourself.

"I know, love, but it's okay to not apply to this one."

"But if I don't- and my sister finds out, she's going to tell me I'm stupid for not trying."

"Do you want to apply to this?" he asked and you shook your head. "That's okay. You're not stupid for not doing it. You're applying to two more things, that they don't know about. You've done so much this month and it's only January."

"I guess." you said letting go of his arm and wiping your tears.

"You should be so proud of yourself. You have two applications that you're really looking forward too. So focus on those." you nodded.

"I'm going to close it and then you don't ever have to think about it."

You nodded and Spencer closed the tab. You wrapped your arms around his waist and he cradled your head with one hand and rubbed your back with the other.

"Come on, angel, lets go lay down for a bit."

You nodded and let him lead you to your shared bedroom.

[songdrop]

hello two months ago allegations were

0:03cast upon me about consensually chatting

0:06with a couple of adult women in the

0:08community one of them a moderator of

0:10mine these allegations were brought to a

0:13Hermit who then without my knowledge

0:15brought it to the hermitcraft group the

0:18hermitcraft group then summoned me for a

0:19hearing and gave me a deadline of 1 and

0:22a half hours time zones considered I did

0:25not have any interest in joining that

0:26hearing as I had at this point already

0:29contacted the police

0:30and a solicitor in regards to the

0:32alleged rumors and potential defamation

0:35they advised me to not comply with

0:37hermic Craft's demands I informed hermic

0:40craft of this and asked them to respect

0:42my privacy and wait to which they

0:45responded that if I did not join the

0:46hearing I would be publicly removed in 1

0:49and a half hours I decided to

0:53resign this entire thing has completely

0:56ruined my life I no longer as it stands

1:00have an income the rumors and

1:02allegations portrayed me as a predator

1:04and as an abuser I'm neither of these

1:07things the amount of hate and threats I

1:10have received has been endless and there

1:12have been days where I've had seen no

1:14reason to press on no reason to get out

1:17of bed no reason to eat or even breathe

1:21days where I've had to seek professional

1:23mental help you have to understand that

1:26making content has been my entire life

1:29where I've spent all all of my hours for

1:30the past 10 years it's all I know these

1:34allegations ruined that and at the end

1:36of the day I'm human I got emotions

1:39feelings and most most importantly a

1:42personal private

1:44life as I mentioned I took this whole

1:47thing the rumors the allegations and the

1:50defamation to the police the

1:51investigation is still ongoing it has

1:54gone through to a second tier of

1:55Investigations and several people are

1:58now being investigated I was advised

2:00against speaking in public which is why

2:02you haven't heard anything from me until

2:05now I know the internet plays by its own

2:08rules and moral High grounds based on

2:10rumors or tinted through selected Parts

2:13seem to be more valuable to a lot of

2:14people than the law common sense and

2:17respect pitchforks are shamelessly easy

2:20to equip they require no minimum level

2:23nor attributes just equip and Shout with

2:25the masses it seems to give some people

2:28the right to spread misinformation and

2:30hate I have learned during the

2:33investigation that one of the so-called

2:35victims who I out of respect for their

2:37privacy will not name have done this

2:40before to another influencer completely

2:42managing to cancel and ruining their

2:45life

2:45too this is why it is so important to be

2:48careful of who you trust who to call a

2:50friend and who to listen to specifically

2:53online it also shows that hermitcraft

2:55should have waited before hanging me out

2:57as some sort of criminal to millions of

2:59people both on their Twitter and on

3:01their

3:02Reddit I've already received endless

3:04amounts of hate threats including death

3:06threats and death wishes because of

3:08these non-criminal and highly personal

3:10allegations and I am expecting that this

3:13statement will generate more of that I

3:15will without further consideration

3:17report all of them to the ongoing police

3:19investigation I've had to increase the

3:21security of my personal private life and

3:23Tak other precautions privately and I've

3:25had

3:26enough I hope that enough people will

3:30see just how ridiculous and dangerous

3:33this entire deal is the world has gone

3:36absolutely mad and the cancel culture

3:38that I have now experienced firsthand is

3:41a toxic unjust and incorrect system that

3:45leaves people like me a naive and

3:47generous sports ball nerd who enjoys

3:50playing and creating video games online

3:53extremely vulnerable the cancel culture

3:56can be compared with the witch hunts

3:57carried out in the 15 and 1600s

4:00where people would attempt to drown a

4:02person and if they didn't drown they

4:03were deemed a witch and burnt on the

4:07stake the bottom line here is that

4:09allegations rumors were spread about me

4:12with the help of hermic Craft's Public

4:14Power and I was made to look like a

4:16criminal which I'm not and it completely

4:19destroyed my life everyone has the right

4:21to a personal life and privacy you do

4:24and I do neither you nor hermitcraft

4:28have any right to infringe in my my

4:29private life in today's society when

4:32information is at your fingertips

4:34without any further knowledge rumors can

4:36make anyone look bad this was designed

4:39to completely cancel and Destroy another

4:41human being so I urge you to think

4:45critically before judging don't believe

4:47everything you read too many people have

4:49their own agendas and in a time where I

4:52have always valued people's choices

4:54defended the small fought for the weak

4:57and lonely it is with great sad nness I

5:00see so many people forgetting to think

5:02forgetting to question and simply

5:04equipping that

5:05Pitchfork mentally this has been an

5:08incredible Challenge and I hope no other

5:11human being ever has to experience it or

5:14the loneliness it leaves you in as far

5:16as hermitcraft goes there are a lot more

5:18things behind the scenes that impacted

5:20my decision to leave and not join their

5:23hearing apart from the police advising

5:25me not to I've yet to decide what to

5:28share about hermit and my 8 years as a

5:31member but it feels good to no longer be

5:33told to keep quiet about certain things

5:36or be content moderated by them I think

5:39everyone will understand by now that

5:41things weren't exactly as they were

5:43portrayed during my years on hermic

5:45Craft I mean at the end of the day

5:48colors were shown when they posted the

5:50Tweet to spread the alleged rumors and

5:53when they didn't moderate their Reddit

5:55which is something they have done for

5:56every other rumor spread about the

5:58hermit in the past

6:00even when rumors have been spread that

6:03have incriminated a Hermit I know a lot

6:06of you are wondering what happens to

6:07Vault hunters and in the Discord I am

6:10aware that one of the developers has

6:12been calling shots and publicly trying

6:14to take over the project he has done so

6:17without my approval I'm fully aware

6:19about the back talking of me and the

6:21lies that have been spread Vault Hunters

6:25which I have invested several hundred,

6:27into is my project I own the rights to

6:30it and its further developments it is

6:33licensed under ARR which means that any

6:35continuation or use of code needs my

6:38approval the developers have all

6:41received more than fair compensation for

6:43their time spent developing it the

6:45person that seemingly now is in charge

6:47has received more money than most people

6:49I gave him the entire earnings from the

6:52community from season 2 and despite him

6:54ghosting me and the project for several

6:57months after he got paid I defended him

7:00publicly I took his side and I had his

7:03back and then brought him back for

7:05development for season 3 and

7:07four after hermitcraft helped spread

7:10these rumors and allegations against me

7:12five developers decided to write a

7:14document a document that according to my

7:16solicitor can almost be seen as

7:19extortion the document was designed to

7:21take full ownership of Vault Hunters its

7:23assets and all of its funds funds that I

7:26raised money that I invested over years

7:29into the the project I even drove my

7:31company to a loss last year because I

7:33really wanted to continue to develop the

7:35game we're talking hundreds of thousands

7:37of dollars here now it needed my

7:40signature and of course I did not comply

7:42and I did not sign it even if it was

7:45sent to me in my weakest darkest most

7:48horrible

7:49days it breaks my heart even more to

7:52know that five developers that I have

7:54cared for created jobs for created

7:56careers for have called friends Trust

7:59fully and even helped in their mental

8:01laws would sign such a document instead

8:03of at least giving me the benefit of a

8:05doubt one of these developers said that

8:07he didn't put much weight on the

8:09allegations themselves but since Herra

8:11got it spread so widely he felt like my

8:14reputation was ruined and he would like

8:16to take over in order to continue

8:18producing the game that's an admirable

8:21thought perhaps but at the same time he

8:23completely forgot about me now I will

8:26not be naming the five developers out of

8:28respect and their right to privacy but

8:31as of today they are no longer

8:33representing wal hunters or being part

8:35of my team I thank them for all the

8:38incredible work they have done over the

8:40years in the project and I wish them the

8:41best of luck I am going to do my best to

8:44continue to develop Vault Hunters to

8:45finish the plan we had for the game now

8:48this is going to be very very tough I

8:50know that other streamers have also

8:52tried to throw me under the bus and

8:54cancel me and the community we built but

8:57here's the thing Vault Hunters brought

8:59joy to so many people including myself

9:02and that is where my focus needs to be

9:05there's enough trouble and darkness in

9:06the world as it is and I want to bring

9:09light where I can here's the thing guys

9:12I am in charge of my own life despite

9:14what they might tell you or make me look

9:16like this cancel culture of guilty until

9:19proven innocent gives too much power to

9:22the wrong people it happens to people

9:24daily and pitchforks are easy to equip

9:27very easy to equip it's not world I want

9:29to be part of because behind every

9:32cancellation there's a human that gets

9:34hit and man does it hurt the goal here

9:38was clearly to delete me from the

9:40internet to make sure to do as much

9:43damage as possible to my person to break

9:46me mentally and to break every single

9:48window and burn every single bridge for

9:50me it's an evil inconsiderate course of

9:53action designed solely to harm and I

9:56will never lower myself to that level

9:59whatever will be will be I will wait

10:03patiently for the police to do their

10:05thing and to finish the investigation

10:08that I asked them to start and it's time

10:12for me to move on I have entertained

10:15people for years never before have I

10:18burdened you with my troubles or private

10:21life I am sorry that I had to do it

10:25today so here we go a burnt down World a

10:29fractured mental health situation and no

10:31Bridges to walk on luckily I am quite

10:35decent at Building Bridges wooden ones

10:37with Spruce logs Oak planks and some

10:38trap doors or stone ones which I much

10:41prefer thank you to all who have stood

10:43by me in this a big special thank you to

10:46all my patreons who are still supporting

10:48me I hope to see you again soon keep an

10:51eye out on my twitch and YouTube channel

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[evita-shelby]

Deal

or just how Polly found out about Billy and why Eva refused to give Tommy Lucy’s whereabouts for two entire years

cw: mentions of sex, threats, abortion, Mick was the name of the irl driver of Billy Chang who delivered his notes to his ladies

Lucy Winters belongs to @mischievouslittlecreature

Vēnor taglist: @justrainandcoffee @mischievouslittlecreature @zablife @thegreatdragonfruta @hoodeddreams13 @kmc1989 @call-sign-shark

Shopping with Polly is not a good idea.

Eva has nothing against the woman, but her mission to see her back together with Tommy is exhausting.

Especially when she does it in Brilliant’s warehouse where he is in his office half-listening to his accountant and remembering all the filthy things they did two nights ago knowing Eva can hear those thoughts as if he were speaking them.

As far as everyone knows, they were at the same party. No one knows they fucked for hours while everyone partied in his honor just on the other side of the dance hall. No one knows it was her lipstick on him, that it’s her earring lost somewhere in the private table, that it was him who left those bruises on her hips as they fucked until they couldn’t anymore.

He knows she’s here; she invents any excuse to see him here and today should have had her bent over his desk fucking the daylights out of her instead of having to hear Polly suggest she should give Thomas another chance.

The witch has not heard a damn thing she’s said when the mere sight of a knickknack just like Billy has, well, had in his bedroom before they knocked it off that first day they fucked there.

“You have a man.” The Shelby matriarch notes with displeasure. She had believed Eva when the younger woman said she would tell Tommy of the baby they had conceived some seven weeks before the last time they were intimate. She had not been expecting Eva to take the necessary herbs to kill what would have been the successor for both Eva and Polly’s witch lineage and take that secret to her grave.

Even after some months seeing other men after Billy stopped trying to woo her, Elizabeth Gray had not given up on ensuring there would be no chance for Lucy to ever return to Tommy’s side.

“Yes.” Eva could lie and deny it, but sooner or later they will know and it will be easier for the Shelbys to fuck off if Polly knows first. “I have been seeing someone these past few weeks.”

Vague enough that she could remove some suspicion of the man eying her from his office in the upper floor who she’s trying so hard not to look at. She’d seen him train during one of their rendezvous, seen him wipe the floor with several men and enjoyed seeing him without his fancy shirt moving with a lethal grace like a snake would.

Then the bastard had to send her the earring she’d lost at the party or when they left and fucked in a seedy hotel after inside an envelope with one of his signature notes with Mick, his loyal servant. “Mr. Chang apologizes for not attending you personally, Miss Smith. If you have a message for him, I will gladly take it to him.”

Polly raised a dark eyebrow rather impressed at the sort of man the younger witch had gotten for herself. “Tommy won’t like this.”

I don’t like this, she means.

“What Tommy likes or doesn’t like is no longer my problem, Polly.” Eva shrugged and reminded her companion that she is not beholden to their rules anymore. She is not married; she is her own woman who could demand the return of the money ---with interest--- Tommy used from her massive dowry to build up their legal businesses if this shit continued. “I fuck who I wish, that is my god given right as a free woman, just as you do.”

She can almost hear Billy chuckle at her words, he must be enjoying this especially if the lip reader always by him is there.

“If the boys ever discover your affair with the Chinaman, this whole warehouse will be ash along with him.” A good and sensible warning that Elizabeth Gray would enforce if it meant Lucy never returns.

“Then I would take Charlie out of England and Tommy will know you were the reason he would never see his only child ever again.” She likes the woman, they are friends, but Polly forgets Eva is silent not submissive. Tommy loved her fire, her inability to admit defeat and the way she’d always find a way to win and now another man loves it as well. “Your move, Elizabeth.”

Eva has never called her by her Christian name; she has always been Polly never Elizabeth.

“This is why I always liked you, you’re not afraid to fight back. Your Chinaman better not fuck it up, Tommy barely survived you leaving him.” The older woman is taken aback by the reminder why Eva was not to be fucked with. Go low and the foreign witch will drag you to hell. A physical death meant nothing when Eva could get Tommy to kill himself but not before she gets him to turn on his aunt even now that they are divorced. “I could be persuaded to keep them away from the two of you on one condition.”

Eva knows exactly what she wants, but she won’t get it. She’s just delaying the inevitable. But it will keep Arthur and John from harassing the men she speaks to, particularly the Chinese men because the only lead they have is that the mystery man is Chinese. “You keep the boys away from Brilliant Chang and I won’t give Tommy Lucy’s whereabouts.”

They won’t ever know about this deal, besides it won’t matter anyways.

[911onem]

Hey you!

Yeah, you. I heard you were thinking about reading something angsty. Can I offer you a fic from my drafts?

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Buck was sitting in his jeep, frowning heavily at his phone as he waited impatiently for it to ring. He was supposed to be meeting Tommy tonight, more specifically half an hour ago, but the phone hadn’t rung and his calls had gone ignored. Matter of fact, he had called twice and they both went straight to voicemail, and he knew his boyfriend’s phone was never off for Tommy was too paranoid to be unreachable at any given time day or night.

This evening they had planned to meet at the house for dinner after shift, they both got off within an hour of each other and they agreed to meet in the driveway, last one to get home, the one to drive to the restaurant. Buck had brought his clothes with him to work, showered and ready to go as soon as shift was over. His team had teased him, Eddie with his whistles and Hen with a comb fixing up his hair as he tried to rush out the door.

“Hen-”

“Buck, you look nice, but you have to do something about these curls.” She sighed, fingers reaching out for finishing touches as he rolled his eyes playfully.

“Tommy loves my curls-”

“Yeah, we know. He’s always running his fingers through them, it's why they’re always so unruly.”

He sat still for just a few minutes more before pulling away, ignoring Chimney’s snicker from across the bay.

“Enjoy your date, Buckaroo! If you choke on bread again, at least me and Eddie will be here collecting over time to save you!”

He flipped them off as he walked past the engine, picking up his pace and racing to the jeep that he sped off in as soon as his key was in the ignition. His drive had been rather quick and within the hour he was seated in the driveway, still waiting for the familiar headlights to pull up behind him.

They lived on a very quiet street, so there was not a lot of traffic passing through, but every flash of light he swore it was the familiar truck, which only left him more disappointed.

“Babe, where are you?” He mumbled softly to himself, hand tightening around his cellphone as his head slammed back gently across the seat. His entire body was restless, he wanted to see his boyfriend as soon as possible, and he reached to turn up the radio to distract himself as best as he could.

He sat for an hour before his phone rang.

He frowned, seeing Eddie’s name and sighing heavily before swiping his finger across the screen. He didn’t have time for the man right now and honestly, he was growing ansty just sitting here waiting. Tommy was probably stuck on a call, so why not just meet him at Harbor? Shoving the car into drive he hooked his arm around the back of the passenger seat, sliding out of the driveway and making his way down the road. There had been many times Buck had been stuck at work unable to contact anyone to cancel plans or let them know he’d be late, so he wouldn’t mind just waiting at the station. It would make him feel a lot better waiting there than in his own driveway thinking up endless scenarios, or growing angry for reasons beyond either of their control.

By the time he got on the highway he found himself immediately in traffic, classic Los Angeles style. He let his fingers dance across the steering wheel, letting out a sigh as he got comfortable. At least this way they could avoid this traffic going out, the restaurant was close to his station anyway, so this could save them a little bit of time.

He sat in the line of cars for about half an hour when he saw the flashing lights, frowning at the clear signs of an accident. There was more emergency response on scene than a standard call, drawing him to turn down his music and stick his head a little further out the window. He heard his phone ring again, looking down and seeing Eddie’s name and picture pixelated across the screen.

“Hey, Eds-”

“Buck.”

He felt himself freeze, the sound of Eddie’s voice sending a shiver down his spine. In the small patch of silence he heard a siren, eyes lifting back toward the flashing red and blue lights in front of him.

“What happened?”

“Buck, it's Tommy.”

He didn’t let himself speak, body growing numb as a police car flew up the median to his left. The farther it got from his car, the louder he heard it through the phone and he shoved the car into park, leaving his phone on call as he flung open the door. Each step closer had his legs shaking, face losing color as he forced himself down the side of the highway. The loud wails of sirens were practically calling his name, begging him to pick up his pace and by the time he saw the familiar engine he was reaching screaming out Tommys name.

He saw Eddie first, the man still had his phone to his ear, but dropped it almost instantly. It hit the ground as he raced over, shoving Buck backward and shaking his head.

“Buck-”

“Where is he?” He begged, trying to look around the engine, but not having a clear angle.

“Chimney’s working on him now, you can’t go over there.”

The hand on his shoulder was strong, a clear warning for him to stay back, but he refused. He ignored the pleading in Eddie’s gaze, shoving him just as hard and he took the second of Eddie’s tumble to push his way toward the center of the car wreck.

And it was bad.

He saw the remains of Tommys truck and couldn’t fight the sob that had flooded its way up his throat. The vehicle was completely totaled, crushed between the median and two other cars on all sides. He could see Chimney on the hood of another truck, leaning over the open window and struggling to find an angle to get inside. He looked panicked, shouting for help as he struggled to get the rest of the glass out of the way to get to Tommy. Buck wanted to fall to his knees and pray, to beg anyone listening to save his boyfriend- but, he was a firefighter. He didn’t have time to waste and he reached toward the nearest truck, grabbing the jaws and racing over to the truck.

By the time he was close enough for Chimney to see he noticed the blood, growing nauseous of how much of it there was splattered across the windshield.

“Buck?”

Chimney looked like he’d seen a ghost, frozen as his brother-in-law came around the side of him and jumped onto the same car.

“What happened?”

Buck finally got a view into the car and-

Tommys eyes were closed.

His body was paler than Buck had ever seen him, the side of his head was dripping blood quickly, chest against the steering wheel unconscious and unmoving.

“What the hell happened?” He shouted, shaking Chim from his stupor before the paramedic shook his head, shoving Buck away and reaching for his radio.

“Cap, I need you here now- Buck you can’t be here!”

Buck couldn’t speak, vision growing blurry as he moved forward, pressing for a pulse as he gently tried shaking Tommy awake.

“Babe? Wake up! Tommy!”

There was a hand on his arm, trying to tug him backward, but it wasn’t until Bobby was there that his captain’s arms were around his waist, pulling him so hard he lost his balance, falling into the man’s chest.

“What are you doing here-”

“Let me go!” He demanded, struggling as another set of hands were piling on him, dragging him toward the engine as a paramedic rushed to help Chimney.

“What happened? I need to help- he’s alive! He had a pulse! I need to get in there!”

He watched Bobby open the door to the engine, trying to shove him inside with a shake of his head.

“You can’t be here- Buck, you can’t help him! You’ll only get in the way!”

“It's my job!”

“Not right now!” Bobby’s voice boomed, loud and with no room for argument, shoving him hard enough to where he found himself in a seat, sobbing as he felt himself begin to panic.

“You need to let us do our job!”

“He’s my-”

“I know! Sit down and wait here!”

“Bobby-”

“Wait here!” The door slammed closed, the argument coming to an abrupt end as Buck fell backward onto the chair. His hands rushed to his face, fingers latching against his hair as he let out another sob. The images of the truck were stuck in his mind, the idea of Tommy being in the middle of that terrifying him and he needed to help- but, his legs wouldn’t move. His entire body was trembling, vision completely blurred as he got lost inside his head, already planning a life without Tommy.

[harryshomebaby]

this is literally the worst i've ever felt in my life and i have to leave for work in 20 minutes

[pandaspwnz]

Whoever decided it was a good idea to bake a pie on a fucking wednesday afternoon is a goddamn clown and should be dropkicked into the sun

[nabaath-areng]

It's funny how long lasting base coat and top coat won't stop Essie polishes from chipping the next day, meanwhile I have to soak my nails with clips three(!) times total to be rid of all the Holo Taco polish, and can go for two whole weeks before the first tiny chips start to appear + seven days without base or top coat!

[seilon]

shouldn’t have checked my bank account as expected my mother has taken thousands more dollars from my savings and has almost run me dry more or less. Cool!

[born-to-lose]

I want to strangle this DJ for playing Reckless Love at an 80s party (not 80s inspired or glam in general, whole ass actual 80s along with ZZ Top, Cinderella etc)

[icewindandboringhorror]

oh my god.. a job for me.. historical pierrot beach performer lol

[samwisefamgee]

everyday I join lethal company lobby to Just Vibe and am sent Multiple Friend Request

[fridayyy-13th]

^ live footage of me rn

[clownkiwi]

PHEW, i was very close to just straight up cancelling tonights stream

crisis averted, stream will still be happening in an hour