#and i'm sure im gonna get back lash for this

[nanaslutt]

oh my god please make another part of gojo teaching us that was so good holy shit

Gojo teaches you how to touch him<3

Pt. 1 here

contains: fem reader, guided jerking off, experienced gojo, size kink if you squint, so much dirty talk, corruption kink, overstimulation, first time making out, gojo walks you through everything, cum eating

MDNI

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“Wanna learn how to touch a dick?” his question rang in your ears like a flash grenade had gone off. He was referring to himself right? You had to remind yourself how to breathe at how anxious his question made you. Touching yourself had made you embarrassed and self aware enough as it is, so touching someone else? The thought made you feel mortified.

Gojo must’ve picked up on your anxiousness because he used his big hands to rub comfortingly up and down your forearms, “Hey, if you’re not comfortable we can always stop here, you’ve already done so good.” He comforted.

Gojo might be unserious 99% of the time, but when it came to making you feel safe, he really nailed it. You came to the right person in asking for help with this kind of thing.

"N-no, I think I want to its just.. I dont know what im doing." You confess, even though he already knew. Gojo giggled, making the weight on your shoulders lift a bit at the sound, "Baby, I know, thats why Im gonna teach you, if you’ll let me." He smiles, leaning his body forward so you could see his face-- the visual of him smiling eased your nerves slightly.

"Right.. but what if I'm still not any good?" You say, shyly. "I almost came in my pants just watching you cum so.. I'm pretty sure you will do juuust fine." He confessed, making you huff out a laugh. "O-okay, what should I do?" You asked, turning your body so you were facing him, reaching over to grab your previously discarded panties while you waited for him to answer.

"The first thing you can do is forget about these," Gojo took your soaked panties from your hand, making you scoff as he twirled them around his finger before pocketing the fabric as quick as he snatched them, "The view of your little pussy is so cute, don't want these to get in the way of this eye candy." He praised, making you blush and look away from his intimidating gaze.

He brought his hand up to your face after pulling his hand out of his pocket-- caressing the side of your cheek comfortingly, "Come here." He instructed, sliding down on the headboard so he was propped comfortingly against the pillows, "On my lap," He adds when you hesitate to move twords him.

You situated yourself comfortably on his thighs, right under his crotch, you placed your hands on his lower stomach, staring at his intimidating bulge while you waited for his words to come. "You wanna start by touching it over his pants, just like you did for yourself." He instructs, speaking generally.

You picked your hands up from his stomach, hovering them a couple inches over his crotch before taking a deep breath and biting your lip. "How should I.. touch it?" you ask uncertainty laced in your words. "Wrap your hand around it the best you can and rub," He tells you, placing his hands on your thighs and rubbing his thumb on your skin for comfort.

You held your breath before you made contact with him, making him hiss air into his lungs through his teeth at the feeling of properly being touched after so much tension. You softly rubbed him up and down, gulping at how big he felt in your hand. "You can rub a little harder, it's not gonna break," He laughed, making you blush and whisper out a quiet 'sorry' as you briefly made eye contact with him, quickly averting your gaze back down to his crotch.

You gripped him through his pants, stroking him rougher now but still slowly, up and down. You took a peek at his face from under your lashes, watching him lick his lips and blink rapidly, his eyes focused on your hand at work on him.

"Yeah, yeah, just like that." He praised, keeping his eyes glued down between the two of you. You felt your face heat up when his cock jumped against your hand, it felt so hot even through his pants. The thought of seeing a real dick, unobstructed by fabric was making your head spin.

The man underneath you truly thought he would've came the second you touched him, it was a miracle from the heavens that he had managed to hold back and not bust in his pants at the first contact.

Your inexperience turned him on to no extent. He just loved the idea of corrupting you, showing you all of the amazing things you could feel, everything that you've been missing out on. He swore he would ruin you for anyone else—make you addicted to him so you never even thought about doing this with anyone else.

"D-does this feel good?" You ask genuinely, you had noticed his expressions and reactions to your touch—and they seemed like good ones—but you had no idea how someone was supposed to react when you touched them like this, hence why you asked for his confirmation.

"Feels better than you know." He grinned, his body running warmer the longer you stroked him over his pants. "It feels so big." You confessed, unaware of how your words went straight to his head and dick.

"Yeah?" his smirk grew as he felt his own ego inflate at your words, not like he needed that. "Yeah.." You meekly replied, "It keeps twitching too," you told him like he was unaware. "I know baby, means you're doing a good job." He praised once more, making you pull your bottom lip between your teeth.

"Wanna see it?" He asked after he deemed that you had been touching him outside his pants for an adequate amount of time. You swallowed hard, stilling your hand on his cock as it continued to jump under the weight of your palm. "Yes, please." You answered, sliding your hands up his shirt and feeling his hard abs before you slid them back down to hold onto the hem of his pants. "Should I take your boxers off too, or?" You question, hesitating.

He smiled at you, giving you a short nod. You grabbed his pants and boxers alike, beginning to pull them down his body— gojo lifted his hips up to aid your efforts, jaw dropping in an open-mouthed smile when his hard cock sprung up and slapped against his abdomen.

Your mouth opened in a small o shape, running dry at the sheer size of his now unobstructed cock. There was a string of pre that had already dropped down against his abdomen, connecting the two.

It looked as thick as it felt, a nice upwards curve to it, and the tip was flushed a pretty pink color. It was the prettiest and only dick you’d ever seen.

“You like what you see, cutie?” he teased, making his cock jump as you stared between the appendage and his penetrating gaze. “Fuck.. y-yeah.” you confessed, feeling yourself start to throb between your legs at the new visual.

“Go ahead an touch it, the same as you did before.” Gojo instructed. You slowly reached out, wrapping your hand around his length, noticing that your fingers couldn’t wrap all the way around his girth.

The man underneath you couldn’t resist as he thrusted his hips up into your hand, biting his lip at the direct contact. “Your hand is so fucking soft” He praised, “Go ahead and spit on it for me, it doesn’t feel very good when it’s dry.” he told you.

The gears in your head were still turning at what you were actually doing right now. Without saying anything, you leaned down a bit, collecting the saliva in your mouth before you spit right onto his cockhead, making him gasp.

You brought your hand to his tip, rubbing it around in circles before sliding your hand down the length of his cock and coating it in your spit, easing the slide. “Fuuuck, just like that, shit-“ Gojo cursed, tipping his head back against the pillows and squeezing his eyes shut.

“S-squeeze harder at the tip,” he instructed, remembering he was supposed to be teaching you, so staying silent and moaning probably wouldn’t do you much good. “T-the tip is more sensitive than the rest of the cock, so make sure to pay more attention to it.” he tells you.

“Is it kinda like the clit?” You ask, which makes him giggle before he responds, “Sorta..” he answeres, staring at the ceiling in thought before he continues, “Yeah actually, pretty similar, but if you spend too much time on just the tip it can get a little too sensitive.” He explains.

“Sensitive how?” you ask, continuing your slow but heavy strokes on his cock, using the knowledge he just told you in squeezing harder against his tip. “Why don’t I show you?” he says.

“Take one hand and keep stroking me just like you’re doing, with the other, lay your palm flat- yeah just like that- then curl your hand over the entirety of my tip, and rotate your wrist in circles.” Gojo instructed, digging his nails into your thighs prematurely as he braced himself for the intense overstimulating pleasure that was about to come.

“This won’t hurt you right?” you ask, getting your hands into place but keeping them still as you awaited his answer. “You’re so sweet~” he cooed, “I’ll stop you if it’s too much.”

With that, you started, quickly jerking the length of his cock while rotating your wrist over his dick in quick circles. Immediately his body started reacting, back arching and abs clenching uncontrollably as he bit his lip and dug his nails deeper into your skin to keep himself grounded.

“K- haaah- keep g-going-“ he moaned out, his legs jerking and twitching underneath you as you kept up your antics. “Fuck! f-fuck-“ The white haired man squeezed his eyes shut as his body spasmed without his permission.

Your cunt was throbbing at how you were able to bring a man as strong as Gojo to this state. “Ngh~” he was whining and moaning against the sheets, head thrashing back and forth as he tried to keep his voice down.

You never wanted this to end, you finally understood what he meant when he said he was worked up from just watching you play with yourself, as you felt your cunt clench, slick dripping down your leg from your tight hole.

His large hand came down to stop your wrist, panting heavily he spoke, “O-okay, okay- fuck, that’s enough.” He groaned when the pleasure quickly became too much. "S-sorry, are you okay?" you choked, once again making him smile at how sweet you were. "I'm just fine baby, it's just a little overwhelming," He said, releasing your wrist and placing his hand back on your thighs.

"Did so fucking good though, listened just like I told you to." He smirked, gripping your thighs and making you look up at him through your lashes. You pouted out your bottom lip a bit in embarrassment, trying your best to not look away from his intimidating gaze. "Alright, class is back in session, go ahead and pick up where you left off." He continued.

You released your hand that was caressing his tip, going back to jerking him off steadily with the one hand. "Don't forget about the balls either, you just wanna massage them softly," he instructs after a couple seconds of your continued ministrations. You nod, acknowledging his words before you spit on your other hand, and bring it down to his warm balls.

"Oh shit- haha- didn't even have to tell you to spit." He says, amazement laced in his words, "You had n-nothing to worry about, you're doing so fucking good." He reassured when you started to expertly roll and massage his sack in your hand, timing your motions perfectly with the jerking of his cock.

"Cmere baby," He asked, growing needier and needier at the more stimulation you provided him with. You tilted your head at him, confused, making him laugh. "Come give me a kiss, pretty thing." He clarifies. You hesitate slightly, You've kissed one or two people before, but you've never made out with anyone per se, which is what you were assuming Gojo wanted right now.

"Follow my lead, I'll show you how to make kissing feel as good as sex." He boldly said, making you blush. You released your hold on his balls, opting to place your hand against his hard chest for stability as you leaned forward, not stopping your ministrations on his cock. He gave you a toothy grin, his big hands coming up to grab your waist before he opened his mouth, huffing out a small laugh before he pressed your lips together.

He immediately took the lead, moving his lips against your own, massaging his soft lips with his. He groaned into the kiss, which made you reciprocate the sound, whining into his mouth. Where you normally would've pulled away by now, Gojo instead opened his mouth against you and pressed another kiss to your lips, repeating the action, and continuing the kiss.

You unawarely squeezed his cock harder at the stimulation, you had no idea that kissing could feel so erotic. When Gojo felt your fist tighten up around him, he pulled back half an inch from the kiss, panting slightly against your lips before he spoke needily, "Faster baby, give it to me faster." He rushed before conjoining your lips once more, rougher this time.

You felt him poke his tongue out and lick against your lips, "Open your mouth for me, baby," He said to you between kisses, to which you complied. He took this new opportunity to lick his tongue into your mouth. You thought French kissing would feel gross and unpleasant, but this was nothing of the sort, it really felt like he was fucking your mouth. He expertly massaged the inside of your mouth with his warm appendage, making you throb between your legs.

You remembered his words; which had told you to follow his lead; as you reciprocated, darting your tongue out and intertwining it with his, and it felt even better. "Mmmmm" Gojo hummed against your lips when he felt your tongue join the fun. Hips lips suddenly attached to your bottom one, slowing down the kiss briefly as he sucked it into his mouth and bit it between his teeth, smirking before he let it go, chasing your lip as it bounced back to your face.

You had switched up your technique on his cock just seconds ago, rotating your wrist over his entire cock, and pulsing your grip to imitate your pussy walls, giving him harder strokes when you slid your hand down him; you were having fun with it, and it must've been working.

Gojo pulled away from the kiss, allowing you to sit back up as he panted heavily, his cock was steadily dripping more and more pre onto your fingers, easing the slide against his cock while you jerked him off. "Did you like that?" He asked, referring to the kiss. "Y-yeah, I didn't know kissing could feel so good," you replied honestly, making him smile.

"I know~ made your pussy feel all needy again, huh?" he said, having noticed the wetness that was coating your inner thighs, his words sending a wave of sudden awareness through you, making you want to cower away. "Aww, don't get shy on me baby, look at me," He started, "I'm the one getting my cock jerked off, about to fucking burst," The man giggled, "If anyone should be embarrassed it's me~"

"You're about to cum?" You asked, those words being the only ones that made it into your dizzy head. "Yeah, and it's all cos' of you, didn't even have to give you that much i-instruction, you're a pro." he praised, making you look away from his gaze and instead focus on his cock in your smaller hand. "You wanna make me cum?" He asked.

"Wanna watch you cum.." You replied, making him laugh breathlessly as he felt your words go straight to his balls, "Oh don't worry, you will," He informed you, tipping his head back once more against the pillows, and letting himself really feel as you stroked your fingertips along his lower abs, while keeping the steady and mind numbing pace on his cock.

"Fuck, wish I was cuming inside your pussy," He suddenly moaned, catching you off guard with his words as he gripped your hips with his large hands. "Would fill you up so fucking full." He babbled, inching closer and closer to his high with every stroke, slightly thrusting up into your warm hand.

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"If I try hard enough, your little hand starts to feel like your perfect fucking cunt," He groaned through his teeth, "but I just know you would be so much warmer and wetter- fuck-." He moaned at his own words, working himself up as he dropped his chin forward to look at your hand on him, his jaw opened in a small o shape.

"You want that? Huh? Want me to split you open on my cock and fill you up with my cum?" His words had gotten so filthy and shameless, and so fast, it was giving you whiplash. You nodded meekly, not trusting your voice right now as his words alone made you feel like you were going to cum. But that wasn't good enough for Gojo. "Gotta hear you say it baby, need you to tell me you need it." He groaned through his teeth, making your body move above him as he thrust his hips upwards, helping you fuck his cock with your hand.

"Y-yes Satoru I want it." You said, meaning every word, "What do you want?" He rushed out, trying to hold back from cumming to hear you say those magic words. His balls and shaft alike were twitching so strongly against your hold, getting ready to release his seed. "W-want you to come inside me, please give it t-to me." You blushed at your own words, the embarrassment worsening when he groaned shamelessly at them. His pretty eyes rolled back in his head as his orgasm crashed down on him. "Fuck- coming-" he warned before you felt his warm seed start to cover your hand.

Long rope after rope of his cum coated your hard, making you moan with him at the erotic sight. His abs were clenching under your hand, body twitching and back arching slightly, similar to how your own did when you had cum, as you fucked him through his high. You kept jerking him off even after the spasms of his body ceased, and his cock started to soften in your hold.

His large hand shot up and gripped your wrist harshly. "C-careful," He laughed, heaving air into his lungs, "It's so fucking sensitive right after we cum." He said.

"Shit s-sorry," You blushed, releasing his dick from your soiled hand as you stared at his seed that covered it, amazed by how much there was. "Don't be sorry baby, I haven't cum that hard in my life, and all just from your hand" He laughed, rubbing his large hands up the length of your torso while he let himself catch his breath, his soft cock resting against his tummy.

An idea popped into your head, remembering how he had sucked off your cum from your own fingers after he made you finish, and it made you wonder what he tasted like too. Absentmindedly you brought your hand up to your mouth, not paying attention to the man below you as he watched your every movement with bated breath, knowing exactly what you were about to do.

You let your tongue poke out from your open mouth, licking up his seed at tasting him on your tongue. It was bitter, but not overwhelmingly so, there was something almost sweet about it, which made you suck your fingers completely into your mouth, swallowing his seed that coated them.

Gojo watched with a slack jaw at the show you were putting on, his cock twitched to life as he watched you eagerly lick up his cum. "Fuuuck." He drew, bringing your attention back to him as you popped your fingers out of your mouth, giving him a small smile that made his brain short-circuit.

"I have so much to teach you." He grinned, caressing the side of your face as you closed your eyes, and leaned your face into his hand.

pt.3

[grahstumhurts]

𝙉𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙏𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙨

Mean megan x Tmasc Reader SMUT Content - Degredation(ish?), Mentions of Bratty Reader(?),Choking,Scratching, Riding Strap, Dom! megan, Sub!Reader, Petnames like Honey and baby, Puppy is used like once, Fluff at the end.

A/N its quite short ik, but its kinda the best i could come up with since im kinda in a bit of a writing block rn..... Enjoy?

Word count ~600

“Good boy, Baby” Megan looks down at you through her lashes. Your face flushed, Hands gripping her hips as she lowers herself onto the strap attached to your hips. She rests her chin on your shoulder. Her whimpers grow louder next to your ear, You could almost imagine her walls clenched around you as if the faux cock was your own. “You like it when I moan in your ear baby? Of course you do” She giggles, kissing the shell of your ear. The bed creaks with her movements on top of you. You let out an exasperated sigh.

“Fuck..” You whisper, She grips your shoulders and neck. Scratching them with her nails, Red marks trail down your topless figure. The louder her whimpers get the more the scratches burn. The occasional grunt leaves your mouth as she rides you with a growing ferver. 

“You were so needy for me, Being such a whore out there. Flirting with Manon like that. Where's that attitude now, Baby?” She strokes your hair, Her pupils dilated. Lips bruised with her lipstick smudged, similar to yours. “So fuck me like you want to. Or are you to stupid to do that for me?” She mocks. The grip on her hips tighten as you push your hips into her, Trying to match her speed. A moan tears through her throat, Sweat glistens on both your bodies. The sounds of your skin meeting hers reverberates through her bedroom, The Bed creaking louder with each thrust from your hips. Her hand grips yours, Squeezing it tightly. Her free hand grips your bicep with the strength of a hundred soldiers, Leaving crescent marks in your skin, The slight flame underneath the marks makes the desire to make her come undone on top of you grow hotter. Her abs flex under the touch of your hand pressing down on the slight bulge under her skin.

“Fuck your so pretty, Megan” Your eyes trail down the sight of her, mouth agape filling the room with her moans, Her perfect brown sugar coloured iris’ covered by her dilated pupils, Just everything, The sheen layer of sweat covering her neck, Her. You let go of her hand and grip her throat, Pressing down slightly. She breathes raggedly, Her abs flex. 

“Shit Y/n, baby i'm gonna cum” She coughs out. 

“Cum for me, Meg” You feel her hand grip your back, Her nails burn your shoulder blades as they drag down. You slowly circle her hips on the strap, Her orgasm crashes over making her drag out a quiet whimper. She tucks her face into your neck, You can feel the sweat from her dripping on you. and as disgusting as it sounds, You don't mind it. She mumbles something under her breath as you snap out of your spiraling thoughts. “Hm? What was that honey?” She sits up, 

“I said, You look good covered in scratch marks.” She giggles, Her eyelids drooping slightly. 

“Its like a trophy for how good i can make you feel” You smirk at her. Leaning in to capture her lips with your own, Tasting her citrus lip balm.

“What am I going to do with a scratched up puppy like you baby?” She smiles against your lips.

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The suns shining down in santa monica beach, The kats are setting up for their beach day. Setting down the snacks and beach towels, Yoonchae tugs your shirt as you set down your backpack next to megans bag. 

“Y/n Can we go into the water?” She quietly asks,

“Sure yoonchip.” You excitedly respond, pulling your shirt over your head. Manon is the first to notice the Natural Tattoos on your back made by your one and only girlfriend. 

“Y/n…” Manon says between belly laughs,

“What?” you turn around to see all the kats staring at you,

“You’ve got a lil’ something on your back” Sophia side eyes Megan, Who is bright red.

[notiddygothgf]

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★ pairings: aki hayakawa x fem reader

★ ❝ God, you're messing with my fucking head. ❞

★ c.w.: drunk reader (yikes)

★ a/n: so im lowkey not confident that i did good on that chem exam but shit a promise is a promise.... HERE SHE IS!!!! another update!! and this one??? phew... strap in children, it's a RIDE. i'm not gonna say too much bc im just so excited for you all to read this. I've been bouncing up and down trying not to spoil this one for anyone so pLEAAAAASEEEE!! keep on commenting, liking, supporting, inboxing. I love the community I've built on wattpad and tumblr for this fanfic. I'm so glad you al love it as much as I do!

★ w.c: 9k

pornstar ; chapter index

SOMEWHERE AROUND 2, you sauntered right into Public Safety’s Tokyo HQ feeling your very best. Today was your scutwork day, meaning that you would be spending the day indoors doing whatever work the higher-ups asked of you and, already, you were turning heads.

“Looking good, Kohai,” One of your coworkers whistled at you, a tiny girl by the name of Kawakami who you spoke to frequently in passing.

You smiled at her warmly, letting yourself revel in the compliment. Today, you felt your best because you were wearing your best – A form-fitting white button down top and a pencil skirt that stopped around mid-though. Your hair was done back, and you had touched your face up with some subtle makeup. A little mascara here, to make your eyes pop, and a little red lipstick there. You weren’t stupid. You knew that the skirt did nothing to hide the curves of your ass, the slope of your hips. Actually, that was the entire point.

On a mission day or a patrol day, you knew the outfit wouldn’t have flown. Today was different. Today, you were only doing paperwork.

Paperwork for one man in particular.

You knocked at the door, knuckles rapping against the wooden surface. A moment passed before you heard that cold, impassive voice responding, “Come in.”

Clutching a stack of paperwork Makima had handed you to give to him, you opened the door with your shoulder. There Aki was, dressed in that uniform that hugged his perfect body so well, broody blue eyes trained on a paper packet. When he heard you enter, he looked up at you through his lashes, not fully glancing up from the paperwork – telephone pressed to his ear.

He was so pretty, it hurt.

You smiled at him (kill them with kindness, you figured), making sure to swing your hips a little more as you approached his desk. Then, gently – oh-so gently – you leaned down and set the paperwork onto his desk.

He peered up at you, then, at your done-up face. His gaze seemed to shamelessly roam over your body, the outfit you had specifically picked out with him in mind. For a moment, you could have sworn you saw something in his gaze shift, the slightest dilation of his pupils as they lingered on your legs. 

You couldn’t help but bask in the feeling – the feeling of having his attention on you.

“Excuse me for just a second,” He muttered into the phone. Holding his hand up to cover the receiver, he opened his mouth to speak, and for a moment, a part of you hoped that he would say something about your outfit – tell you to change, tell you anything, “Could you grab me a coffee from the breakroom?”

Oh, you thought. Okay, then.

Pursing your lips, you nodded, bowing slightly as you did so, “Of course.”

As you left Aki’s office, you let out a slow, steady breath, forcing yourself to keep your composure. His gaze—the weight of it lingering on your body—had sent a little thrill through your veins. It was almost pathetic how much you basked in it, how much you ached for the smallest hint of attention from him. Even just the way his eyes had dragged down your legs, the way his pupils had slightly dilated when he caught sight of your lipstick-painted lips, made something coil tight in your chest.

But now wasn’t the time to get lost in the fantasy—you had a task to complete.

The breakroom was empty when you entered, save for the low hum of the refrigerator. You moved toward the coffee machine, grabbing one of the paper cups from the stack and pressing the button to let the dark liquid pour in. The scent of bitter coffee filled the air as you leaned back against the counter, waiting for the cup to fill.

Your reflection in the metal cabinet doors caught your attention. The slight smudge of red at the corner of your lips made you frown. You had spent extra time on your makeup today for a reason—if you were going to play this game, every detail had to be just right.

You reached into your pocket, fingers curling around the smooth, gold casing of your lipstick. Twisting it open, you brought the deep red shade to your lips, carefully gliding it over your mouth. One coat, then another. Just enough to make your lips look fuller, more inviting. You pressed them together, ensuring the color settled perfectly before giving yourself one last glance in the reflection.

Satisfied, you picked up the coffee and left the breakroom.

This time, you didn’t bother knocking. You pushed the door open with your shoulder, stepping inside without hesitation. Aki was exactly where you had left him, hunched over paperwork, his focus unwavering. The warm glow of the desk lamp highlighted the sharp angles of his face—his strong jaw, the shadows beneath his cheekbones, the furrow in his brow as he concentrated.

But the second you approached, his eyes flickered up to meet yours.

Wordlessly, you bent over to set the coffee down on his desk, taking your time, ensuring your posture emphasized the curve of your body. The hem of your pencil skirt rode up just slightly, and you knew—knew—he was watching.

His gaze was on you before you even looked up. And when you finally did, there was something unreadable in his expression. Cool, composed, but something else too.

A hunger.

This tension’s gonna make me go fucking crazy.

You straightened up, smoothing the fabric of your skirt with the palm of your hand. Then, with the sweetest voice you could muster, you asked, “Do you need anything else, sir?”

It was subtle, the shift in his demeanor—but you caught it.

The faintest tension in his jaw. The way his fingers stilled against the paper. His pupils darkening just a shade.

A pause.

“I actually do have some letters I need to write,” he said at last, voice steady but slightly lower than before. “Do you have a minute?”

You nodded, tilting your head slightly, watching him.

He let out a breath, setting his pen down against the desk. “I’m so backed up on paperwork that I don’t think I’ll have the time. I need to write Kenji’s letter of termination.”

Something in your stomach twisted.

“I have a few points written here,” he added, reaching for a small post-it note. “I just need it formatted into something official.”

As he handed it to you, his fingers brushed against yours—just barely, just for a second—but the touch sent a strange shiver down your spine. You peered down at the little paper square, realizing rather suddenly that you had never seen his handwriting before. It was neat, perfect cursive – totally indicative of his personality.

“Do you think you could write up a draft for me?”

You barely heard him. Your mind had already spiraled somewhere else.

Kenji.

The memory hit you in pieces.

The way the world had blurred around the edges that night, your limbs feeling too heavy, too slow. Kenji’s hands—unwanted and rough—pressing against you. The sickening scent of alcohol on his breath as he backed you up against the wall, murmuring filth into your ear.

Your own voice, weak and slurred, as you tried to tell him to stop.

The helplessness.

The burning shame.

And now, standing here, looking at the post-it note with Kenji’s name scribbled on it, you felt something close to satisfaction coil in your chest.

You smiled, slow and sweet. “Of course.”

Taking the note from him, you slid it into the pocket of your skirt, feeling its weight settle against your hip.

“I’ll have it done by the end of the night,” you assured him.

Aki nodded once, already turning back to his work. If he noticed the slight shift in your expression—the way your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes—he didn’t say anything.

You turned on your heel and walked out, your heartbeat steady, your mind sharp.

You hoped this wouldn’t keep you too late. Himeno had invited you out for drinks tonight, and right about now, you wanted any excuse to get shitfaced that you could get.

Public Safety Bureau – Tokyo HeadquartersMarch 18, 2025Public Safety Devil Hunter, Division [4] Public Safety Bureau – Tokyo Headquarters

Subject: Notice of Termination of Employment

Dear Mr. Aragawa,

After a thorough review of your conduct and performance within the Public Safety Bureau, it has been determined that your employment with this organization is hereby terminated, effective immediately.

This decision has been made on the basis of multiple violations of Bureau policies, including but not limited to:

Insubordination: You have repeatedly failed to comply with direct orders from superior officers, demonstrating a blatant disregard for protocol and chain of command. This behavior has not only hindered operations but has also created unnecessary risks for your colleagues and the organization as a whole.

Assaulting a Coworker: It has been brought to our attention that you engaged in inappropriate and aggressive behavior toward a fellow Bureau employee. A formal investigation into this incident has confirmed that your actions constituted a violation of workplace safety policies, as well as ethical and legal standards upheld by this organization. Such behavior is entirely unacceptable and will not be tolerated within Public Safety.

Given the severity of these infractions, your immediate dismissal has been deemed necessary to uphold the integrity, discipline, and safety of the Bureau and its personnel.

You are required to return all Bureau-issued equipment and credentials to the administrative office by the end of the day. Any outstanding documentation or administrative matters related to your employment will be handled accordingly.

Should you have any questions regarding this decision or require clarification on final procedures, you may contact the Human Resources department.

Sincerely,

Aki HayakawaLieutenant Captain 

Public Safety Bureau – Tokyo Headquarters

At the end of the day, you returned to Aki’s office, the weight of the termination letter settled in your hands. The fluorescent lights buzzed softly above, casting a faint glow over the dimly lit office. His desk was as cluttered as ever—papers stacked in uneven piles, a half-empty coffee cup pushed to the side, the faint trace of his cologne lingering in the air.

You ran your fingers along the edge of the document as you approached, eyeing the blank space you’d left for his signature. The words printed on the page felt heavier now, more significant. You weren’t just turning in paperwork. You were handing him something final, something that would erase Kenji from Public Safety for good.

Aki barely looked up as you set the letter on his desk.

“It’s done,” you said, keeping your voice light.

He gave a slow nod, flipping the pages between his fingers, scanning the contents with careful precision. You lingered, watching his expression shift slightly—his brow furrowing, his lips pressing into a thin line. He was always so controlled, so unreadable, but you’d spent enough time around him to know when something was picking at him.

You turned on your heel, ready to leave. But then—

The sound of voice calling your name stopped you in your tracks.

You turned back toward him, feigning innocence. “Yes, sir?”

Aki set the letter down, exhaling through his nose. His fingers tapped once against the desk before he leaned back in his chair, leveling you with a look that was both sharp and exasperated.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

You blinked. “What?”

“You know what.” He sighed, dragging a hand through his dark hair. “I’m at least ninety percent sure you’re violating some sort of dress code.”

A slow, amused smile curled at the corner of your lips. “I’m not. My outfit and makeup are in compliance with company policy,” you answered smoothly. “Does it bother you?”

He didn’t answer right away, but the muscle in his jaw tensed.

“That skirt is a bit short, don’t you think?” he muttered.

Gotcha.

You tilted your head, regarding him carefully. His voice was calm, controlled, but there was something else beneath it—something tight, something restrained.

“Are you… staring?” you asked, deliberately teasing, eyes glinting with something dangerous.

His brows pinched together in irritation. “I’m more concerned about other people.”

Is he… jealous?

He took the bait.

A flicker of satisfaction danced through you as he continued, his voice lower now, more serious. “You of all people should know there are some dogs in Public Safety. Men who wouldn’t hesitate to take advantage of you.”

Oh, he definitely is.

You hummed thoughtfully, stepping just a little closer, your heels clicking softly against the floor. “Like you, sir?”

Aki scoffed, rubbing his temple as if you were giving him a headache. “For the love of—” He cut himself off, sighing sharply. “I’m not taking advantage of you. I’m–”

“Protecting me, right. I got that,” you said airily. Then, tilting your head, you added, “I think we both know that’s a bullshit excuse.”

His eyes darkened—not with anger, but with something deeper, something unreadable. He stared at you, unmoving, his fingers still curled slightly on the desk, the weight of his silence settling between you.

You were out of line.

“Don’t start,” he muttered.

“Start what?”

Aki exhaled, his patience thinning. “We’re not having this conversation again.”

You watched as he reached for the letter, his eyes flickering over the words you had carefully typed. His expression remained unreadable as he skimmed it, though you didn’t miss the way his fingers flexed slightly when he reached Kenji’s name. A beat of silence stretched between you.

“Thank you for the letter,” he said at last, his tone clipped, controlled. “You’re dismissed.”

You didn’t argue. You simply gave him a slow, knowing smile, turned on your heel, and–

The sound of his voice made you turn back. 

“Oh, and one more thing,” He spoke – tone firm and commanding, just the way you liked it. When you faced him, he paused, eyes dropping once more to your legs for the briefest of seconds before flitting up to meet your gaze head on. “Don’t wear that skirt to work again.”

You paused, partially shocked that he had been so bold. Then, nodding curtly, you bowed your head, “Of course, sir. It won’t happen again.”

You walked out. And though he tried to pretend otherwise, you felt the weight of his gaze following you all the way to the door.

Still, a little snag of pride curled in your chest because Himeno had been right.

He was jealous.

Later that night, at the izakaya, you were drunk off your ass. This seemed to be a reoccurring theme – something unique to any outing where Himeno was in attendance. She was a bad influence on you, that much was undeniable. Something else was undeniable, too. Namely, the fact that – while she conversed avidly with her partner, Aki, practically leaning on him as she did so – you could do nothing but furrow your brows, pout your lips at her like an insolent child because you couldn’t help but wish that he was giving you his attention instead.

It was a childish whim, you knew. He was an attractive man. He was bound to grab the attention of his female coworkers. Still, you couldn’t help the feeling that bubbled up in your chest, eyes narrowing into slits while you watched them talk. It was something deep, something wrong.

Maybe this is his way of getting back at me, You thought, but you knew that wasn’t the truth. Aki Hayakawa was not a petty person. He would never resort to the same underhanded tactics you had used on him.

Ever the bigger person.

You exhaled, tipping back the last of your drink, the alcohol burning pleasantly down your throat. It did little to wash away the bitter taste on your tongue, the one that had been lingering ever since you sat down at this table and realized you’d made a terrible mistake.

Himeno was draped over Aki, laughing, touching, leaning into him like it was the most natural thing in the world. And the worst part was that he let her. Not in a way that suggested he wanted it—not quite—but in a way that suggested he was used to it. That this was normal for them.

And maybe it was. Maybe this was just what they did. Maybe you were reading too much into it, letting the alcohol meddle with your thoughts, making everything feel sharper and hazier all at once.

But it didn’t matter.

Because the ugly little thing twisting in your chest wasn’t rational. It wasn’t kind or understanding or patient. It was selfish and petty and burning with something you didn’t want to name.

Jealousy.

The very same jealousy you had mocked him for earlier that day.

Aki hadn’t liked the idea of other men looking at you, but at least he’d said something about it. You’d seen the way his eyes darkened, the way his lips pressed into a thin line, the way he practically scolded you for your outfit—an excuse, you were sure, to hide whatever it was he’d really wanted to say.

But now?

Now, you were the one watching him, waiting, hoping for even a flicker of irritation, a sign that he was just as affected by you as you were by him.

And yet, he hadn’t even looked at you once.

It was infuriating.

Maybe you just weren’t being obvious enough.

You turned, shifting your attention to the man beside you—a coworker whose name you couldn’t even remember. He had been sitting quietly, nursing his drink, but that changed the second you leaned into him.

“Hey,” you said, voice sweet, almost lazy.

He blinked, taken aback, before offering a slow grin. “Hey yourself.”

You let out a small, breathy laugh, tilting your head, letting your fingers graze over his sleeve. “I don’t think I caught your name.”

He smirked, pleased by your sudden attention, and opened his mouth to respond—

But you weren’t really listening.

Your focus had already flickered away, drifting toward the only person in the room whose reaction actually mattered.

And—finally—Aki was looking.

Sort of.

His gaze had shifted toward you, lingering on the scene unfolding at the edge of his vision. But that was all it was—an acknowledgment. A passing glance. His brows furrowed slightly, but only for a second, like he was barely bothered by what he was seeing. Then, just as quickly, he turned away, lifting his glass to his lips with maddening indifference.

That was it.

That was all you got.

And it wasn’t enough.

You wanted more.

You wanted him to react—to frown, to scowl, to say something, anything. You wanted him to shift uncomfortably in his seat, to tighten his grip on his drink, to mutter something under his breath about how you were being ridiculous. You wanted him to feel the same frustration you had been choking on all night.

But he didn’t.

Aki remained calm, collected, utterly unreadable, and the realization made something bitter settle in your throat.

The alcohol was making you reckless, but not reckless enough to ignore how utterly disappointing this was.

You let out a slow, measured exhale, fingers tightening around the glass in your hand. The man beside you was still talking, still smiling, completely unaware that your attention had long since drifted elsewhere.

And you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Maybe this was stupid.

Maybe you were being stupid.

You were drunk. You knew that. You knew that the swirling mess of emotions in your head—frustration, jealousy, need—was amplified by the alcohol. You knew that tomorrow, when the hangover settled in and the memories came flooding back, you’d probably feel embarrassed about all of this.

And yet—

You still weren’t ready to let it go.

So you pushed further.

You leaned in just a little closer, your arm grazing against the man beside you. His cologne was faint but clung to the air—a mix of cheap and familiar. He didn’t seem to mind that you didn’t pull away, his grin widening as you lingered.

“So,” he said, swirling the last of his drink in his glass, “You from around here?”

You hummed, tilting your head as though you were thinking over the answer, though the truth was that it didn’t matter what you said. You already knew exactly what you would tell him. It wasn’t about him. You’d known that from the start.

“We work in the same department,” you replied, teasing lilt in your voice. “Of course I am. You?”

He chuckled, shifting slightly, leaning in a little. “Same. Though I guess that’s obvious, huh? You ever wonder how many of us there are? Feels like I’m always running into new faces.”

The conversation was easy. Too easy. And yet, you weren’t truly engaged with it.

You weren’t really listening to him.

Instead, your attention was fixed on something—or, more accurately, someone—across the table.

Aki sat there, an ocean of composure in the sea of chaos. Himeno spoke animatedly, her voice carrying a lightness you weren’t sure was entirely genuine. Her hand rested casually on his arm, her body language telling the world just how close they were. Aki nodded here and there, responding in short, deliberate sentences. But his eyes, his gaze, stayed mostly on his drink. He was always so careful. Always so deliberate.

Too deliberate.

You could feel the flicker of something in your chest—something hot, something sharp, something you couldn’t quite name. Your eyes narrowed, just a touch, though you kept the smile on your face, turning your attention back to the man beside you.

His voice was too loud, too eager, trying to fill the empty space. “So, you been with Public Safety long?”

“Couple of weeks now,” he said, shifting closer as though to make sure his proximity was noticed. “You?”

You nodded, but didn’t answer right away. Your fingers slid absently over the rim of your empty glass. “Long enough.”

His smile widened, like he thought he was winning some unspoken game. “Long enough for what?”

“To realize the job’s a nightmare.” You grinned at him, playful but cynical.

He laughed, a short chuckle that was surprisingly genuine. “That’s the truth.”

You hummed, allowing him to believe it was an engaging conversation. In truth, it wasn’t. It was nothing more than a distraction. Because your attention was elsewhere, on Aki, on the way his posture never shifted, even as Himeno leaned in closer, whispering something in his ear.

Another glance. Aki’s eyes flicked briefly over to you. Just a moment. Just enough to notice.

You felt a subtle flicker in your chest, something light, almost like anticipation. But you forced yourself to smile and turn back to your companion.

“So tell me,” you said, keeping the air of intrigue in your voice, “what made you join Public Safety?”

He sighed, leaning in slightly, his posture casual, like he was finally getting comfortable. “That’s a long story. You sure you wanna hear it?”

You tilted your head, feigning genuine interest. “Absolutely.”

His voice dropped lower, the words coming more slowly now, like he thought this would be the part where he finally had you hooked. You smiled faintly, but your attention wasn’t on him. It wasn’t on anything he was saying.

Across the table, Aki glanced at you again.

This time, it wasn’t subtle. His eyes lingered longer than the brief flicker from before. He didn’t say anything, didn’t react outwardly. He just looked. And you, ever the observer, couldn’t help but notice.

That was all. Nothing else.

You couldn’t decide whether it was enough or not. Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe you were just too drunk to care about the subtleties anymore. Maybe you wanted more than just a glance. Maybe you wanted something real. Something tangible.

But instead, you just returned to the conversation, nodding in all the right places. Your fingers traced the edge of your glass absentmindedly.

“—and that’s when I realized,” your coworker continued, “I might as well get paid to fight devils if I’m gonna be doing it anyway, right?”

You laughed, keeping your voice light, your eyes flicking to the side once again. Aki was still watching, still observing, but he didn’t say a word.

The silence in his gaze was louder than any words could have been.

You exhaled softly, almost wistfully, as if you were letting go of something, though you weren’t entirely sure what that was.

Another glance, but this time, there was something more to it. Aki’s expression hadn’t changed, but there was something in the way his gaze softened just a fraction, like he was finally, maybe, letting his guard down just the tiniest bit.

But was that even real?

You weren’t sure anymore.

Your fingers tapped against the table, absentmindedly now, your irritation bubbling just beneath the surface.

This wasn’t how you wanted things to go.

You wanted more. You wanted Aki to act like you were the one who mattered. But he didn’t. And the longer you played this game, the more it felt like you were just losing. Losing in ways you couldn’t quite explain.

You didn’t know when it happened—when the conversation with your coworker became a blur of empty words—but you found yourself restless, uncomfortable in a way you couldn’t shake. The alcohol wasn’t helping anymore. It wasn’t softening the edges of your frustration.

You looked over at Aki one last time.

He wasn’t looking at you anymore.

Instead, he was focused on his drink, his face unreadable.

That was it. You were done.

You exhaled, slow and heavy, then stood up abruptly. The movement was sharp, too quick, as if you were trying to shake off the weight that had settled on your chest.

“Excuse me,” you muttered, keeping your tone neutral, though it was nothing but forced.

Your coworker blinked up at you, surprise flashing across his features. “Everything okay?”

You didn’t grace him with a response, instead, you stumbled onto your two feet, ignoring the way the room spun around you. You had decided that you were going to give him a piece of your mind. Yeah, you were going to walk up to him, get all up in his stupid face and tell him exactly how much of an asshole he was. You didn’t care if it was messy. You just… hated looking at his stupid, pretty mug.

Walking over to his side of the table took a great deal of effort. You plopped yourself right down into the empty space right next to him, at the edge of the table. Slowly, he turned to look at you, as if he was about to ask you again, in that rough voice of his, “What the hell are you doing?”

But the words never came. The words never came out, and neither did yours.

Instead, drunken brain figuring actions spoke louder than words, you grabbed him by the collar with a sudden surge of confidence. Then, not giving a rat’s ass who was watching, you had your second drunk incident.

You kissed him. In front of all of your coworkers.

It was messy, frantic, like the last piece of something that had been building up inside of you for far too long. You didn’t know how it happened or why, but there you were, lips pressing desperately against his. Your body swayed with the motion, the alcohol dulling your senses, but there was an overwhelming, irrational clarity in that kiss. You could feel the warmth of his breath, the slight stiffening of his muscles, the way his body went rigid under your touch.

For a moment, everything else ceased to exist.

Then, just as suddenly, Aki pulled away, breaking the kiss with a sharpness that felt too harsh. His eyes were wide, still locked onto you, his lips parted in shock, like he couldn’t quite believe what had just happened.

Your heart skipped a beat, and something cold slithered through you.

What had you done?

His silence stretched between you, heavy and suffocating. The room felt quieter than it had been just moments ago, every noise around you now distorted, as if everything had slowed down just to give you this moment of pure, unrelenting humiliation.

Aki didn’t say anything. He didn’t even flinch, but there was something in his gaze that you couldn’t quite place—something almost… horrified?

No, that wasn’t it.

The silence dragged on until Denji’s voice cut through it, sharp and mocking. “You’re getting just as bad as Himeno,” he said, his grin wide and unrepentant.

Everyone else in the room laughed, the sound of their amusement stabbing through you, making your stomach churn. It should’ve been funny. It should’ve been easy to brush off, but the only thing that mattered was the look in Aki’s eyes.

He wasn’t laughing.

You glanced at him, eyes searching for any hint of reaction, but his expression was unreadable. His gaze was fixed on you, his lips pressed together in a tight line. The others may have been caught up in the moment, but Aki wasn’t. He was staring at you, like he was waiting for you to say something—anything.

Your pulse quickened, and the weight of the room’s laughter pressed down on you. Your head spun. What was happening to you?

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, the embarrassment crawling under your skin like a thousand tiny needles. You had hoped for a reaction—hell, you were practically begging for one—but not like this.

You stumbled to your feet again, unsteady but determined to get away from the sharp gaze that had pinned you in place. You couldn’t take it. You couldn’t stand the weight of his stare anymore. You needed to run away.

“I… I’ll be right back,” you muttered, the words slurring just slightly as you turned away, trying to make your escape. “Excuse me.”

You didn’t wait for anyone to respond. You didn’t care if they did. You just had to get out of there.

As you walked away, your vision blurred again, but you didn’t stop. You stumbled towards the bathroom, the sound of your heart pounding in your ears louder than any of the laughter behind you. You didn’t dare look back.

The alcohol had made you bold. It had made you reckless.

But it had also made you stupid.

And as you pushed open the bathroom door and stepped inside, you couldn’t help but wonder what the hell you’d just done.

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

You stopped just inside, pressing your palms to the cool tile of the wall. The rush of alcohol was still clouding your thoughts, but now there was a terrible clarity. You'd just kissed Aki. In front of everyone. In front of all your coworkers. And now... now you were alone with the knowledge of how utterly stupid you had been.

What the fuck? You repeated the thought over and over in your head as you began to pace back and forth in the small, confined space. It was like your body was moving faster than your brain, instinctively trying to outrun the tidal wave of embarrassment and regret crashing through you. You didn’t know if you wanted to scream or cry or—hell, throw something. But no, instead, you just walked in circles, repeating the same mistake over and over in your head, each thought making the room spin more and more.

What the hell had possessed you? You weren’t like this. You didn’t act out. You didn’t make reckless decisions without thinking, not like this, not in a way that could ruin everything. But somehow, in the heat of that moment, everything felt like it had blurred. You were drunk, yes, but there was something else—a need, a want, an impulse that you couldn’t control.

You stopped pacing for a second, staring at your reflection in the mirror. Your lipstick had smeared, probably from when he pulled away. You didn’t even care to fix it. The dark circles under your eyes seemed more pronounced now, the weight of your own humiliation pressing down on you. You looked... stupid. Weak. You had no idea what was running through his head.

Just as you were about to slap yourself for being so fucking reckless, you heard a faint knock at the door. The sound echoed in the silence of the room, jarring, like a warning. You froze, the tension building in your chest, your heart hammering as you realized someone else might be there.

“Occupied!” You didn’t mean to snap, but you couldn’t help it. Your voice came out shaky, uneven, as though you were bracing yourself for some kind of confrontation. The last thing you wanted was to be disturbed.

But then, to your horror, the door swung open anyway.

You looked up in disbelief, ready to shout at whoever dared to enter, but the words died in your throat when you saw who it was.

Aki.

His presence seemed to swallow the space, every inch of the air between you two thick with something unspoken. He closed the door behind him with a soft click, and the sound reverberated, amplifying the sudden quiet. His eyes were locked onto yours, unreadable. You stared at him for a long moment, the reality of your actions setting in like ice water over your body. What the hell was he doing here? Why wasn’t he angry?

You expected him to yell, to storm in and tell you how stupid you were, how you’d embarrassed him in front of everyone. You expected him to scold you, to say something, anything. But he didn’t.

Instead, he just stood there, his gaze unwavering. His mouth parted slightly, as if he was about to say something. You could see the tension in his posture, the way his jaw tightened, the muscles in his neck flexing with a barely contained intensity. But he said nothing. He just stared.

And you, frozen in place, could do nothing but stare back.

It felt like the world had shifted. All the noise outside the bathroom seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of you standing in this charged silence. For a second, you thought you might be able to breathe again, to say something. Apologize, maybe. Tell him you didn’t mean it, that the alcohol had made you do something foolish. But before you could even open your mouth, he stepped forward, closing the distance between you.

His presence enveloped you, too close now, and just as your breath caught in your throat, he kissed you again.

His lips were firm, and for a moment, you didn’t know whether to melt into it or push him away. But then it didn’t matter. You were weak all over again. Everything you had been trying to suppress, all those feelings that had been brewing between you two, came rushing to the surface in that one moment. The kiss was raw, intense, but it wasn’t angry—it was something else. Something neither of you had the words for.

And before you could fully register what was happening, he pulled away.

His eyes were half-lidded, his breath coming in sharp pants as he looked down at you. There was a flicker of something in his gaze, something you couldn’t quite place, but it wasn’t anger. It wasn’t the reproach you’d expected. It was more like confusion, or maybe frustration. His brows furrowed, and he let out a small sigh, as if trying to gather his thoughts.

“God, you’re messing with my fucking head,” he muttered, his voice low, thick with tension. It wasn’t a reprimand, but it felt like a confession. And in the silence that followed, you could hear the weight of everything that wasn’t being said.

You stood there, your heart still racing, the taste of him lingering on your lips, feeling like an idiot. It wasn’t just your body that had betrayed you—it was your mind, too. You had no idea what had made you do it, but now there he was, standing right in front of you, and all you could do was look at him.

You wanted to say something—apologize, maybe. Tell him that you didn’t mean for things to get out of hand, but the words were stuck in your throat. You wanted to say something that would make it all better, but everything you could think of felt hollow in comparison to what had just happened.

And as you stood there, breathless and still, you realized that you couldn’t take back what had just occurred. Not now, not ever.

You both stood there in that space, caught between the tension and the confusion. You had no idea where to go from here.

“I’m messing… with your head?” You slurred, suddenly rather dizzy from the lack of space between you and him. “You’re messing with my fucking head.”

He shook his head, like you couldn’t possibly grasp the depth of what he was telling you, “I’m trying to stay away from you. I’m trying to push you away, but you just… you make it so fucking hard, do you know that?”

You nearly burst into laughter at that. Here he goes again with that heroic bullshit. “Hard to do the right thing?” You teased, voice dropping an octave to mimic him. “Aki, you need to let loose a little. Seriously.”

He sighed, shoulders dropping, leaning into the place where your hand cradled his face like he couldn’t resist. Like he hadn’t been touched so tenderly in his entire life. “I can’t.”

Of course not. You thought. Who else is going to make the decisions for everybody else?

Maybe you weren’t giving him enough credit. Being a captain seemed stressful. You couldn’t imagine having to bear the cross of constant righteousness, let alone the way he did – flawlessly, without a crack in his exterior…

Until now.

“Maybe not, but I think you can allow yourself this one thing. Who cares about the power dynamic when we’re in uniform?” You replied easily, with a smile. 

“Allow myself to indulge in you, you mean,” He retorted, but his tone lacked any bite. Half of a smile rested upon his lips, eyes peering down at you through long, pretty lashes.

Truthfully speaking, he was breathtaking – tired blue eyes gazing into yours, desire replacing what had once been a burning hatred, lips just barely parted around a trembling breath. He looked uncertain and, frankly, drunk.

That was never good news for the two of you.

“Sure,” You shrugged anyway, even though you knew you didn’t even believe the words coming out of your mouth, “What’s the harm in a little fun?”

There was plenty of harm in it, especially when he wasn’t just some faceless hookup. He was the sole occupant of your thoughts, your spirit, your dreams. He was like an obsession, something that (clearly) made you behave rather stupidly. He was dangerous. That much, you knew.

But, standing nearly a foot shorter than him, you couldn’t think about that now. All you could think about was how goddamn pretty he looked beneath the dim, flickering light of the seedy bathroom, fluorescent rays casting shadows over his face, making him look older, somehow.

You could drown in him, you thought. 

“It won’t just be a little fun,” He remarked. “I’m not a half-ass kind of guy. If you want me, you’re gonna get all of me. I don’t do casual sex, that’s the problem.”

I like the sound of that, the dirtier, more depraved part of you thought, but you quickly pushed it down. 

Your hand dropped down to brace itself on his chest, on the hard planes of his pectorals. His much larger one slid up to your jaw, cupping your face oh-so-gently. Then, slowly, his thumb caught on your lower lip, tugging it down ever so slightly, as if testing the waters.

“I want all of you,” You replied. “The good, the bad, whatever the fuck else you got going on. Not like there’s anything casual about this, anyway.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” He huffed out a tipsy little laugh, pressing his forehead up against yours. He was close, now – so close that you were dizzy from the scent of him, the beer on his breath, the mint, the nicotine, the cologne. 

He’s still putting that damn wall up.

“Why are you always so worried about protecting everyone else? You’re allowed to enjoy things, even if they might not… hic… be the best idea,” You replied, desperate to get him to open up and let you in for once. You were so close, you could almost taste it.

“So you admit that this is a bad idea?” He answered back, the faintest hint of a smile lingering on his pink lips.

“Very much so. We’re coworkers. You’re my supervisor, and we couldn’t exactly be anything more than more-than-friends,” You breathed out as he leaned in a little closer. Up this close, his nose just barely brushed against the tip of yours. “But I’m a big girl. I’ve done my research. I know exactly what I’m saying,” A pause, during which you exhaled, and then you added, “I meant what I said… I want you to let me have all of you. Everything that you can give me.”

It was true. Every single last word of it – you were desperate for any part of him you could get. If that excluded his heart, then, well, you would do your best to keep your own out of it. 

These sorts of things only ever led to disaster, you knew that.

But you figured you would spend the rest of your life wishing you hadn’t than wishing you had.

“What if…”  He exhaled slowly, like it pained him to do so. “What if things get complicated? You know we can’t really be together, right? And we would have to keep whatever the hell this is a secret?”

“We can cross that bridge when we get there,” You retorted. “I like to think I’m pretty good at keeping secrets. I promise it won’t get in the way of work, or anything else. Just…” You tightened your grasp around the fabric of his shirt, bunching it up into white layers in your fist, “Let me have you. Who cares about doing the right thing? Not like we’re going to Heaven, anyway, right?”

“You hated me a few weeks ago, and now you’re begging for me. You do realize how ridiculous that sounds, right?” He tilted his head. There was a humorous lilt to his words, one that told you that he wasn’t entirely as repulsed by the idea of pursuing a sexual relationship with you as you had originally thought. “What if one of us develops feelings? And what if we were found out? What would everyone else think? It would be your honor on the line.”

He looked so kissable right now, eyes trained on yours in that very unique way of his – the one that made you breathless. Gently, you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, leaning into him (and not just because you were drunk).

“Fuck what everyone else thinks,” You teased, bringing your faces that much closer together. “I want you, Aki.” Then, trailing a finger down his chest, catching on a button before continuing down, you added, “Let me have you. Who cares about how long it’ll last if we enjoy it, right?”

Aki exhaled sharply, his breath warm against your lips, so close it made your stomach twist into knots. His fingers, rough and calloused, tightened around your jaw—firm, grounding, as if he were trying to memorize the shape of you before he inevitably did something he couldn’t take back. His eyes flickered down to your lips, hesitation warring with need, and for a moment, you thought he was going to pull away.

Then, like a breaking dam, he gave in.

His lips crashed against yours, desperate, consuming, like he had been starving for this and couldn’t stand another second without tasting you. The sheer force of it sent your back colliding with the wall behind you, a breathless gasp slipping from your mouth at the sudden contact. You barely registered the discomfort—all you could focus on was him. Aki, pressing against you, his body flush against yours, his scent overwhelming your senses.

Mint. Smoke. The faintest trace of cologne.

You could have drowned in it. In him.

His mouth was hot, demanding, moving against yours with a fervor that made your knees weak. You didn’t even realize you had grabbed at him until your fingers were tangled in the crisp white fabric of his shirt, fisting it, holding on like you might fall apart without him. And maybe you would. Maybe you already were.

A soft sound escaped you—something caught between a sigh and a whimper—and it made him kiss you harder. His grip tightened at your waist, fingers pressing into the fabric of your uniform, branding you, like he wanted to leave a mark. A reminder. The thought sent a thrill down your spine.

Aki kissed like he fought—intense, calculated, like he was putting every last piece of himself into it. And fuck, it was intoxicating. The way his lips moved with such precision, the way his hands gripped you like he needed you. Like you were something vital.

For a moment, you let yourself believe it.

Then, just as suddenly as he started, he pulled away.

You didn’t even realize you were chasing after him until your lips brushed against empty air, a quiet little noise of protest slipping from your throat. You blinked up at him, dazed, drunk off him. His forehead rested against yours, his breaths uneven, ragged, his hands still clinging to your waist like he didn’t trust himself to let go completely.

He looked at you, blue eyes blown wide, pupils dark with something dangerous, something that made your chest feel tight.

“Okay,” he exhaled, voice rough, strained. His grip on you flexed, like he was solidifying this decision for himself. “I’m in.”

For a split second, you didn’t register it.

Then, you laughed—a breathless, triumphant thing, relief and something far more wicked curling through your veins. Without thinking, you surged forward, capturing his lips again, this time with even more force.

It was messy, a little reckless, but you didn’t care. You wanted to feel him, wanted to take as much as he was willing to give. And for once, Aki didn’t hesitate. His hands found your hips again, pulling you impossibly close, pressing you against the wall like he never wanted to let you go. You hummed into his mouth, satisfaction curling through you like a slow burn, threading through your veins like fire.

He was yours.

At least, for now.

That thought lingered, cold and sharp, somewhere in the back of your mind.

No feelings. No attachments.

You should have been relieved. You should have felt free.

Instead, the words settled in your chest like a warning, like an inevitability you were too far gone to stop.

Back at the table, you forced yourself to smile, laughing at something Himeno said, acting like nothing had happened. Like you hadn’t just had Aki pressed against you in the bathroom, his lips hot and desperate against yours, his hands gripping you like he never wanted to let go. Like you hadn’t been the one to pull him back in when he hesitated. Like your heartbeat wasn’t still pounding in your throat, your body still thrumming with the imprint of him.

You took a sip of your drink, letting the alcohol burn away the taste of him.

Himeno leaned in, her eyes glinting with something sly, something that made your stomach tighten. “So,” she drawled, her chin propped in her hand, “that was some kiss back at the table earlier.” A slow smirk curled at her lips. “And you two took an awfully long time to come back.”

Your fingers tightened around your glass. You kept your expression even, casual. Normal.

“We were talking about it,” you said smoothly, swirling the drink in your hand. “It was a mistake. He was telling me all about… uh, like—policies and shit, and how it can never happen again. You know, the whole nine yards.”

It wasn’t a lie, exactly. He had said all that. Right before you kissed him again.

Himeno tilted her head, eyeing you with lazy amusement. “I thought you hated him.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “I’m drunk, Himeno. I kissed you. Doesn’t mean I’m gay.”

“Right,” she hummed, but there was something unreadable in her gaze. Like she wasn’t entirely convinced.

You exhaled through your nose, forcing a laugh, leaning in just enough to nudge her arm. “You’re in no position to talk, Miss I’ve-Kissed-Everyone-in-Public-Safety.”

That finally made her snort, but the sharp edge in her expression didn’t fade. She twirled the straw in her drink, eyes flicking to you, then past you, like she was putting something together.

“Never Aki,” she murmured, almost like an afterthought. But her voice had gone quieter, more thoughtful. Her fingers traced absent patterns against the rim of her glass. “He’s a total hardass. I’m surprised he let you.”

Something in your stomach lurched. You swallowed it down.

Her gaze flicked up, meeting yours again, sharper this time. “He’s not the mystery guy, is he?”

You laughed—too quick, too dismissive. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Himeno exhaled, dragging her thumb across the condensation on her glass. She didn’t look entirely convinced, but she didn’t press it. Just hummed and shook her head, taking another slow sip. “No, you’re right,” she mused. “You guys are total opposites. That would never work.”

She was drinking more now, fingers gripping her glass a little too tightly.

You should’ve felt relieved. Should’ve let the conversation die right there. But your heart was still pounding, your skin still warm where Aki had touched you, and the lie sat heavy in your chest, weighing you down.

Then, your phone buzzed against the table.

You glanced down.

A text from him. You flipped the small device open, scanning the message – the first message you had ever received from him.

CAPTAIN HAYAKAWA: I think you’ve had enough to drink.

Typing…

YOU: Says who?

CAPTAIN HAYAKAWA: The guy watching you sway back and forth like you’re about to pass out.

You blinked, glancing up across the table. Aki wasn’t looking at you—at least, not directly. His posture was the same as always, stiff, unreadable, his attention seemingly on his own drink. But you knew better. Knew he’d been watching, keeping track, the way he always did.

Your lips curled slightly, fingers moving before you could think better of it.

YOU: Guilty. Would you carry me back to my apartment again if I did?

This time, he hesitated. You could picture him, jaw tightening, eyes narrowing ever so slightly at the screen, debating whether or not to indulge you with a response.

You watched him carefully, waiting, your heart hammering just a little too hard against your ribs.

Then, his phone lit up in his hand. His fingers moved.

CAPTAIN HAYAKAWA: Put the beer down.

Something in you wavered.

You stared at the words, at the quiet command laced in them, at the way your body reacted before your mind could catch up. Your fingers tightened around your glass, your grip faltering, indecisive.

Then, slowly, you set the beer down.

You hesitated, only for a second—but the strangest part was that you wanted to obey. Some deep, inexplicable part of you wanted to listen to him, to let him take control, to let him look after you the way he always did.

Even if he never should have. Even if this—whatever this was—couldn’t happen again.

Across the table, Aki’s gaze flickered up, just for a second. Then, your phone buzzed with another message.

CAPTAIN HAYAKAWA: Good girl.

Your breath caught in your throat.

Heat spread through you, slow and dizzying, pooling low in your stomach. You blinked down at the words, pulse hammering behind your ribs. The praise, so simple, so quiet— it got to you. The worst part was that he had to know it would. Had to know what he was doing when he sent it.

Your fingers curled around the device, clutching it tightly in your lap as something restless, something dangerous coiled in your chest. You felt hot—too hot. Like you needed to down the rest of your drink just to cool the sudden heat rising up your spine.

A slow, unbidden smile tugged at the corner of your lips.

Himeno leaned over, peering at you with mild curiosity. “What are you smiling at?”

You blinked, barely even realizing you had been. Quickly, you forced the expression away, snapping the phone shut with a practiced ease.

“Nothing,” you said smoothly, forcing a small laugh, tilting your head like you weren’t completely unraveling on the inside. “I just saw something funny.”

Himeno hummed, unconvinced, but didn’t press.

You exhaled, reaching for your drink on instinct—then, at the last second, you hesitated. Your fingers ghosted over the glass but didn’t lift it. Aki’s words still lingered in your mind, simmering.

You glanced up.

And met his gaze.

It was fleeting, just a second—but in that second, everything tightened. The air between you stretched thin, charged with something neither of you could acknowledge, something too dangerous to name. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes—sharp, unwavering—held yours like a quiet reminder. Like a challenge.

Your pulse skipped.

Then, before you could stop yourself, you smiled. Small. Subtle. Something just for him.

Aki didn’t react, not at first. But you caught it—the way his fingers curled just slightly against the table, the way his throat bobbed as he exhaled slow and steady through his nose.

You tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, feigning nonchalance, letting the movement ground you.

Then, with a flick of your gaze, you turned back to Himeno—acting as if nothing had happened at all.

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[luvyeni]

BANGCHAN DRABBLE !

pairings. bangchan x fem!reader

🔖: established relationship, blowjobs, dirty talk

authors note ! i was reading a post (it might've been either svt or txt i can't remember) and i got inspired by the topic.

"hyung , can i use that hair tie on your wrist?" chan looked down at his wrist , taking it off, handing it to felix. "why do you always keep a hair tie on your wrist in the first place?" shaking his head , he spoke "no reason." he hoped felix didn't see the blush on his face — the only reason why he wore the hairtie was because of you...

"babygirl , come." he turned in his chair , beckoning you over. you got off the bed , making your way over to him. "on your knees baby." you complied , getting on your knees. "good girl." he gathered all your hair , taking the hairtie from his wrist , tying your hair up. "need a break , gonna be a good girl and suck my cock?" you nodded , looking up at him through your lashes.

he freed himself from his shorts , you held his heavy cock in your hands , kissing his tip , before taking him into your mouth. "fu-fuck that's it princess , your mouth feels so fucking good." he groaned.

you bobbed your head up and doesn't his shaft , gagging around his length. "oh fu-fuck baby." he pushed your head down , throwing his head back as your gurgled around his cock , drool dripping from your lips. "making such a mess , shit! "

you ran your tongue along the vein of his cock , he pushed your head down. "fu-fuck do it again." you listened , he groaned , letting your head go. "fu-fuck baby , im gonna fucking cum." he moaned , "gonna let me cum on your face?" you hummed around his cock , taking what you couldn't fit , jerking him off.

"fuck , im cumming! " he pulled out , his cum shooting from his cock , on to your face. "ngh , so fucking good." he bit down his lip , using his thumb to scoop the cum from your cheek , pushing it into your mouth.

"good girl , get up here." he helped you up , you straddled his lap. "i'm not done with you baby , i'm still stressed , how about you ride my cock?" he rubbed your ass.

"hyung?" felix knocked the boy out of his dirty thought. "you okay , you kinda zoned out?" he nodded , "lix im fine , let's get back to practicing." he waited for the boy to turn around , before fixing his now hard cock in his shorts.

he couldn't wait to come home to you — he needed to make sure he got that hairtie back from felix...

©️LUVYENI

[valuunit]

1

summary: i don’t know what im doing, i have free time and craving a good old fashioned fanfic with a love corner 🤓

Content: She/her pronouns. situationship, confusing feelings, smut (mdi), alcohol consumption, hand job, spit, angst(?)

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so if there's any mistake I'm sorry, please let me know so i can correct it :D

I don’t know how it happened but this has become a series: part two.

“Thank you very much guys. It’s been really nice having you in the show.” a thick german accent thanks me and my co-star.

“No, thank you for having us tonight, it was really fun.” says Sam. I simply nod, wanting to go to my changing room and take of this ginormous fake lashes.

I follow one of the staff members, Hannah, to my room. “Hey, slow down there.” Sam Claflin says chuckling “Wanted to say bye by any chance?”

“Actually no.” i say playing. I reach to his cheek and kiss him goodbye, this was our last press interview to promote the movie, it was a nice ride. “Loved working with you, hope i didn’t tired you as much as you tired me.”

“Of course you did, Y/n/n. But actually wasn’t that bad. See you later?” i nod, from here we weren’t seeing each other for a couple of months until the premiere, he will go visit some family and i…

“See you.” i smile. I enter to my dressing room, there’s barely anything, just a chair with my other clothes, a small mirror with a shelf as a table underneath it and an empty closet.

As an instinct i check my phone, it’s been two hours since i saw it. three messages instantly pop out of the millions of youtube notifications.

‘Mom: Hope you are okay!! Send me cute photos of Berlin 😊😊🙏’

i laugh at it and quickly respond: ‘okay mommy, when i have the chance i will’

‘Louhgis: CLOWN I HEARD YOURE IN BERLIN, IM ALSO HERE SO COME SEEE MEEEEE’

‘who are you? please stop contacting me.’

and after it is a message from someone i haven’t talk in like three months. ‘Harry S: you’re in berlin. wanna see?’

I take a couple of minutes to reply, it’s a bad idea, i know, i just don’t really care.

A couple of minutes turn into tens and even a respond from Louis. ‘Loughis: ‘Your good and handsome friend Louis THE Tomlinson, please 😙✌️. Me and the lads are going to be at the Curtain club.’

‘oh, yeah… i’ll see you there 🙃’

‘Loughis: 🙃’

i give a final chuckle and respond to Styles.

‘maybe. i heard you’re gonna be at Curtain’s”

He responds in a matter of less than a minute.

‘Harry S: yes. stalker much?’

‘you’re annoying.’

‘Harry S: sure honey, so see you at the bar?’

‘maybe.’

Shit.

I arrive at the bar, it’s nicer and emptier than i expected, it’s not really the scene for a bunch of 20 somethings, it’s more for a bored dad or a business meeting place.

“Oi. Y/n/n! Here!” ah, that voice. I look at one of my only true friends in the world, he hugs me and says. “I’ve missed you giggles.”

“I’ve miss you, nugget.” i kiss his cheeks, he also does.

“Here is Harry, Niall and Liam.”

“Zayn?”

“Said he was tired, stayed at the hotel.” he says sadly.

“Oh, i hope he gets better.” he nods but leads me to the rest of the guys, here are at least five other girls who look stunning and some staff and bodyguards.”

“Hi, Y/n/n.” Niall is quick to leave his drink and head to me. Carefully placed his hand in my back, not too low, not too high, and leaned into a kiss, i think i’m well known as a cheek kisser more than a formal greeter.

“Hi, Nialler. Love the glasses.” i smile, he does look good in glasses.

“Thanks.” whispers.

“Hi, Y/n Y/l/n.” Harry is next in the line. He just waves his hand from his seat at the high bar. Very inauspicious Styles. I look at Louis who is uncomfortable at his friend and bandmate’s attitude.

“You’re rude Harry. Hi, Y/n. Nice seeing you.” Thank you Liam, that was awkward. I hug him.

“You too!”

I’ve been chatting with Louis for a couple of hours but he ended up going back to the hotel, management needed him. So since i’ve been with Niall and the bartender.

My phone rings when exactly an hour after engaging with the conversation. ‘Harry S: see you in the parking in 5 minutes’

I excuse myself to the bathroom.

‘okay, see you there in 6 minutes.’

‘Harry S: funny!.’

On my way to the restroom i hear his low voice say “Bye guys. I’m going to the club i told ya.”

“Don’t have too much fun!” a girl said giggling.

“Yeah!” Niall said.

I see him and a bodyguard exit the building slowly.

After two minutes, i counted, i go to say bye to everybody. Niall made me swear to write him when i get to my hotel.

“I’ve missed…” he kisses my neck and my heart jumps. “I’ve miss this.” he roams his hands along my sides.

“Shut up.” i whisper with my breath stuttering.

“I would tell you the same, i don’t want to wake up the neighbors.”

His teeth takes my lower lip, i moan, he grunts.

“I will take these off.” and he takes my top, then my pants, i’m just in my cherry pattern panties. He stays looking at them for a second before he whispers “i like them.”

“thanks i also do, don’t take them please.” i smile grabbing his hair and kissing him again, i don’t want to talk or i’ll get too sappy.

“i won’t this time, Louis discovered the last pair.”

“Jesus…” i laugh uncomfortable. i was going to say that it must not be a weird occurrence in his life.

“Yeah…” his lips return to my uncovered breasts but my mind goes to my previous thought, i’m just one of ‘his girls’. when i just want him to myself.

“Y/n?”

“Hm?”

“I asked if you wanted to take my clothes off.” he says softly. i didn’t noticed when we got to the bed.

“Oh. Sure.” i say shortly, making my way to sit on his lap, unbuttoning his jeans.

“Gee, don’t act as if i’m offering you a crisp.” he laughs, i don’t.

“I’m sorry.” i keep my eyes on his crotch, but don’t do anything else.

“What? No, i was joking… are you okay?” he takes my hand and puts them in his shoulders, also holds my face gently.

“Yeah. Let me do my work.” i say returning my attention to his clothes, specifically taking them off.

“Hey, i see you distracted. We don’t have to do this…”

“But i want to.” To spend the night with you.

“Okay…”

“Okay.” i smile at him to reassure my answer. he looks at my eyes and smiles before looking at the mirror at the side of the bed that seamed more interesting than me.

Once his tight jeans were around his ankles he seemed to focus in me, or a least my actions. He hugged my back with one hand and my hips with the other as he kicked his pants completely of.

My body seems to enter in the fucking mood like a switch was turned on, my hands push his shoulders to lay him down. They also snake down his with tshirt, softly caressing his sides, going down towards his dick. Palming over his dark blue briefs.

He exhales with a bit of shake to it. I just continue to pleasure him. Even if he is fully erect, a bit of attention never hurts. I plush his boxers just under his dick, purposely touching it with my finger.

“You’re taking your time, huh?”

I just nod and continue. Even with a bit of his precum already oozing out of him, it needs more lubrication.

My hand goes to my mouth, discreetly letting some spit scape my mouth. His emerald eye follow every movement as if they were in slow motion. He smiles as my lips shut looking juicer.

My hand begins to stroke from the base al the way to the tip, teasing in the spot i know he loves.

“Careful with what you do, I may take revenge.”

“Sure, pretty boy.” He tightly smiles as I push my eyebrows up and my hand works slowly back up again.

I stay massaging at a moderate pace, making sure to make him pay his past teasing, about two moths ago. I ended up crying at the despair, it was kind of fun.

“I get it, darling, i’ve paid for my sins.” He says in a strained voice. I laugh more genuinely than i wanted, stopping.

“Do you have a condom?”

“You know i do.”

“Extra small, i suppose.” I joke, still sitting on his lap, watching his large torso reach for the foiled packet. I see with almost white teeth show.

“If that makes you feel calmer, yeah.” he’s laying down under me now, between his pointer and middle finger stays the condom. He looks a bit spaced out, even high, but in a way that his features are relaxed, his smile is natural and charming, and his body seems at peace.

While I debate with myself to stop staring, he tuns us around, inverting out positions. He takes my panties off, we’re the trace of my excitement is apparent. He smiles.

“I’m sure we can keep going. Feel ready?” I nod with my blushing cheeks, i know i’m a people pleaser, but being this wet over a hand job makes me a bit embarrassed.

Since the beginning of this situation, or whatever it’s called, we’ve been very aware of each other, being as communicative as possible in bed, having the others confort in mind. But this time, this specific event in time, it’s extra careful and intimate, i didn’t even thought about until know, that his hand goes behind my neck, with his thumb caressing my hot cheek.

I feel extra observant and observed, with a slow pace that i think we’ve never experienced, or thought of going, but somehow we’re on the same page, he takes his boxers off, places the condom and passes his open hand between my breasts, stomach, opens my legs and softly spreads my wetness from my entrance to my clitoris, making around three circles before kneeling between my legs.

“Do it Styles.”

“Ah, there’s something missing to the sentence.”

“I will not say it.” I look at him smugly.

“Okay, next time, then.” He says before kissing my lips, once, twice, three times. Then entering straight and slowly into me.

I moan with his lips still on mine, my hand goes behind his neck, grabbing son of the small hairs there.

His mouth makes the noise of passing saliva before he starts moving rhythmically. The frictions makes my senses tingle and my back arch a bit, looking for a bit of closeness, more.

He lets about breaths, grunts and moans between kisses al around my face and neck.

I don’t know how, but his pace seems to specifically make me cum as quickly as possible. And with that my mouth becomes louder, so does his. My hands hug him around his neck, and his sneak around my waist, pressing me against his torso completely.

“I feel you close, cum, darling. Do it.” His deep voice is like a guide that makes me crumble.

“H…” I stop myself from naming him, pressing my lips together, arching myself and finishing. As he keeps going to finish himself.

“Yeah…” He shakes a bit, and i move a bit to help him out finish quicker. Then i feel warmth in me, th condom stopping it.

Like that, we stay laying down for maybe 3 minutes. Then he stands, goes to the bathroom and composes himself. I stay on the bed waiting to do the same myself.

“Shut that off…”

“I’m going to shut you off.” I whisper taking my phone. It was a call from Niall Horan.

“Whose calling now?” he groans and turns away.

I quickly get up and click answer, i go to the balcony to chat in peace.

“Y/n/n! I was getting worried.” he whispers as he was trying not to wake up someone, probably Zayn.

“I’m sorry, Ni. I fell asleep as soon as i laid in bed.”

“It’s okay” he laughs. “I’m pretty sure your day was exhausting.”

“A little bit” i giggle at his choice of doing conversation at 4 am. “but it’s okay, its better than doing nothing.”

“Oh, the grinder mindset, i love it” I laugh hard.

“Sorry, Horan. I know you prefer to stay playing guitar and eating, that’s just you, not me” he sights, he sounds tired.

“You’d love it if you had the opportunity to try it” he added. “What about i present it to you?” i know he is smirking.

“Oh, what a gentleman, i’d love to. You have a break coming soon, right?”

“Yeah!” he almost screams, then he lowers his voice after saying a sorry. “You also have free time?”

“Yep.”

“Are you visiting your family? We could meet up there! Even go together, my flight is on Wednesday.”

“Yes! I could change my flight, it leaves tomorrow.”

“Oh, are you sure? I wouldn’t like to mess with your-”

I interrupt him quickly. “Don’t worry, it’s no problem, I would like company, especially if its you.” I don’t know why i say it.

“H…a, okay, then it’s done, we leave on Wednesday. Now, sleep, maybe we see each other at breakfast.”

“Same thing to you, brunette.”

“Okay, i hate you, bye.”

We laugh a second. “Bye” I finalize.

part 2

[rockstvrdotcom]

Hi! I was the one who recommended the Toby story and I LOVED it! (You're definitely one of my favorites if not my favorite creepypasta writer atm) I was wondering if I could make another request? Y/N trying to top Toby (more in a bratty way than an actual wanting to top way) but little did she know how shitty the day has already been for him because of one of the missions slender had sent on him and he really wasn't in the mood for her shit. And things just get rough from there 🥰 Also if you start an anon list can I be 💤anon?

☆ // IM GONNA FUCK YOU UNTIL YOU'RE SORRY, SWEETHEART! ✿⪼

aww tysm for the sweet words! it really warms my heart knowing you enjoy my writing, and ofc yes i'll add u to my anon list, i never originally planned on making one so ty for the idea!!

im not sure who the artist of the image is, if somebody finds out please tell me so i can credit them! i tried reverse google search but it didnt work D: i found the image on pinterest

im also so sorry for the super late post, shit has been a lil wonky lately and i recently js got my shit together LMAO, ill be back to posting.

CW: rough sex, choking, also degradation, overstimulation, brat taming

you were sat on the couch in the living room of the mansion. the rest of the creepypastas were either out on missions, or doing whatever the hell they were doing. slender was visiting his brothers, so you were all alone, free to do whatever you wanted to.

you sat there, awaiting for a certain someone to return. your hands were inbetween your thighs, rubbing at your clothed pussy. something about the fact that you could possibly get caught by somebody, toby or not, turned you on. but toby was expected to return from his mission first.

right on cue, you heard keys jingling around in the knob of the front door. you quickly repositioned yourself, pretending you were watching tv. the door opens and you turn around, seeing none other than toby. you greeted him, on purposely bending over the couch a little too far so he could see a peak of your boobs, only to be met with a stone cold stare. you were planning to get him to fuck you some way and when you saw him walk past you and into the kitchen, you realized it may be harder than you thought it would.

you trailed behind him, following him into his room. he looked over his shoulder, grunting in annoyance.

you took his shoulders and held him to the wall, leaving gentle and lustful kisses on his neck. you could tell he was bothered by something, yet you decided to continue anyway. you kissed and kissed until you pushed him past his limits. he escaped from your grip, walking away. you could see how tense he was, holding back from lashing out at you.

"i'm not in the mood for your bullshit, (y/n)." he almost yelled, pushing you onto the bed. you flinched, unsure what he was gonna do next. "you want this dick so fucking bad? you're gonna get it. and i'm gonna fuck you so hard until you're really sorry." he growled, flipping you over onto your stomach. he pulled your pants down and you yelped. you could hear the sound of him unzipping his pants.

you whined as you felt him go inside of you with no prep, but it slipped in easy with how wet you were. he thrusted in and out of you, his chest heaved as he fucked the absolute shit out of you. you moaned with each time he went balls deep inside of you, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. this wasn't like the other times you had sex, it was full of anger and frustation, yet lust at the same time.

you clenched around him as you felt his hand wrap around your throat, he took your chin with his other hand and shoved 2 fingers into your mouth. he slammed into you repeatedly while you choked on his fingers. tears streaked down your cheeks. you could feel your orgasm come nearer and nearer, and you whined around his fingers.

you cried out as your pussy spasmed around his thick cock, you came so hard your vision began to become blurry, white spots everywhere. toby still hadn't came yet, fucking you at an even faster pace now. still sensitive from your orgasm, you sob. maybe this was your punishment for bothering him. he leaned over you, still fucking and choking you as hard as he was before. he bit into your neck, almost enough to draw blood, and left kisses around the mark he had left on you.

toby removed his fingers from your mouth and roughly gripped your thighs as he continued to fuck breathy moans out of your mouth. "toby i just came- slow down." you pleaded, eyes watering from the overstimulation.

"shut the fuck up, you wanted this, slut." you almost felt another orgasm come with his words. you whimpered, clenching around him. he grit his teeth, your warm pussy tightening around him was almost enough to send him over the edge. he leaned over you and gripped your cheeks, kissing you roughly as he pounded into you.

his tongue played with yours, he tasted the tears streaking down your face as he bit your lower lip. "fuck, your pussy is so good.." he groaned as he continued to kiss you. you felt him throb inside of you, and you knew he was close.

"shit-" he said between clenched teeth as you felt him release his load inside of you. your eyes rolled back as you both orgasmed simultaneously, his dick twitching as his thrusting came to a stop. he bit at your neck to stop himself from moaning. you buried your face into the sheets.

he lightly squeezed your ass, then put his dick back in his boxers. he picked you up bridal style then placed your head gently on the pillows, pulling the sheets over your naked figure. your eyes fluttered closed as he put his pants back on and left the room.

[proshippers-against-censorship]

Something that makes me unhappy within the proship community is the pressure to be the "better person" Pressuring that you can't lash out back at them, or make bad decisions in regards to it, or always block and not engage, always tag properly and put things in the right spaces, always make sure the people want to hear it. Otherwise you aren't a considered a good proshipper You have to be able to handle abusive people perfectly otherwise you aren't any good. Its a lot of pressure you know. IDK if anyone else feels this or if I am actually bad but there is a lot of pressure to handle it all well... when im not great at that, im getting better, but im just a human, a traumatised one at that. I'm gonna fuck up.

No, I feel that.

You should always strive to be the better person, but it is crucial to acknowledge that life is imperfect. It is impossible to be the best person. Mistakes happen, mess ups happen. And so long as you acknowledge and take accountability for harmful mistakes, you shouldn't be penalized for the crime of being a person.

[crispystarfishhottub]

Makeup

Doing your boyfriends makeup for a video

"Are you sure?" I ask setting up my makeup on Gaege's desk "do you really think your fans would like this?" I turn and face him as he approaches his desk "yeah babe! I think they'll love it!" He reassured me with a huge smile "alright i'll trust you on that" I say a smile making its way onto my face. "Im gonna make dad look pretty bug" I laugh picking up the cat who was watching intensely. "Gonna make him a pretty princess"

Gaege sat in his chair and started recording. He began his intro "my girlfriend (Y/n)!" I waved "hey guys!" I said cheerily. "So shes gonna make me beautiful today!" I laugh and nod "I have my work cut out for me then" Gaege fell off his chair comically putting a hand in his heart "I have been wounded!" He gasped laying on the floor in mock pain "you know im kidding love you are already beautiful"

Once he was back on his chair I began. I put my hello kitty headband on him "so pretty already" I said softly kissing his nose before turning to get my foundation "don't we need a base?" he asked as I put a few pumps on my hand and dabbed my sponge in it "thats what the foundation is" I reply smiling at him "oh god it feels so weird" he whined "don't be a baby" I giggle as I carefully beat his face.

Next was the concealer "give me your face" I say applying it carefully "you look so cute already!" I gush "are you making me a pwetty pwincess" he asked "yes baby I am" I say applying the setting powder "ok now im so excited to do your eyes. Pick a pallet" "the pink one" he pointed to my pastel pallet "oh yay I like this one amazon came in clutch" I pick the brightest pink i can "ok close your eyes"

Once his eyeshadow was done I grabbed my lashes "oh no not those" he said moving his face away "hey come here" I say grabbing his cheeks "leave them open so I can apply them" I slowly put them on as he screamed and groaned "they feel so gross" I giggle "I still need to do eyeliner" I see his eyes widen "you will be ok" I quickly give him the wings "there we go. Last is lips"

I dig around my makeup bag and pull out pink lip gloss "so you wanna do this?" I ask. He shakes his head "ok then part your lips" Gaege does as I asked and I slowly apply it keeping my eyes on his lips as I do. I feel my cheeks heat up. "And done!" I pull away and let his face go turning it to the camera "oh my god I'm BEAUTIFUL" he says smiling and pulling faces "I am GORGEOUS" I giggle and kiss his cheek "my beautiful princess" I say smiling "well guys thank you all so much for watching" I tune out his outtro and wave goodbye to the camera "wow that was actually a lot of fun" he says turning to me with his goofy smile "maybe you can do my makeup for another video" I suggest putting my makeup away "I would like that. When do you fly home?" He asks. i check my calendar "I have another week and a half" I say "im going to miss you so much" I smile sadly "long distance is hard" I feel him take my hand in his "we can do it" he gives me a small gentle kiss "I know we can"

"Right let's get this off my face" he says looking for my makeup wipes "oh no. I don't think I got any" I gasp "wait what"

[vampcubus]

HIII IM THE ONE THAT SENT THE KARAKU THIRST >_< (if I think it's the one you're referring to where I use >_< in the thirst then that's mine!!) I LOVE HIM SM AUUUGH!!! Also I love your new pfp it's soo cutee ^-^💜 I'm gonna do some more thirsting bc I CAN NOT get the clones off my mind!!

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Imagine overstimulating Aizetsu!! He's so sensitive he just can't stop whining and whimpering auugh♡ he's squirming in your lap and his moans and whimpers are getting louds as his orgasm rushes to him once again. He's trying to push your hands away, he just can't take it anymore!! >_<

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also do you have/ do names for anons? If you do is it ok if I can be >_< anon? If you don't that's alright too!! I hope you like my silly thoughts abt the hantengu clones!! I hope you have a nice dayy💜

HI HELLO THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD, I LOVED IT! i wasn't much of a karaku girly til you sent that ask istg. and ty!! i love inosuke <33 oh and you can absolutely be >_< anon!

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, sub!aizetsu, dom!reader, overstimulation, dacryphilia, not proofread.

Aizetsu is devastatingly sensitive, whimpering and arching into every lick and caress. I'm sure you can guess that he's a crier, no matter how gently you're treating him. He just feels so good and can't help but sniffle. And if you thought he was a crybaby before, just wait and see how he becomes a sniveling, sobbing, squirming mess in your lap when you overstimulate him to tears.

He'll whine that he, "just can't take it!" and pleads so pathetically for a break, but you only flutter your lashes and smile serenely at his pleas.

"What's wrong? don't you wanna feel good? You were begging me to cum earlier. I'm giving you what you want." Your words only make him gargle and whimper more, hips squirming around in your lap, trying to get away from the hand that persistently tugs at his oversensitive cock.

Aizetsu is so pretty like this, sweat-slicked black hair sticking to his forehead, bright blue eyes swimming with tears he just can't stave off. For the most part, he hides his face in your shoulder, tongue lapping mindlessly at the length of your throat.

"B-but I already— ahn! please, I've already cum! it's too sensitive, please!" he cries, but his hips begin to buck into the tight tunnel of your fingers instead of away from it despite his protests.

It hurts to be touched so soon after cumming, but it feels so good.

"If it's too much why're you fucking my hand like a slut?" you chuckle huskily, eyes glimmering and dilated as you watch his bottom lip tremble.

"M'not! it's you, you k-keep... keep making me feel s'good, can't stop my hips." Aizetsu’s tone loses its bite towards the end, wavering as your thumb sweeps over the sensitive head of his cock to tease at the leaking slit.

Your hand makes a humiliating, lewd squelching noise on his cock, still slippery with his previous release. He hates how it makes him throb in your tight grip, kanji-inscribed eyes tipping back into his head as you pluck every thought and worry from his pretty little head.

His balls throb, already taut and clenched close to his body in anticipation. Aizetsu shudders harshly and sags against you, shaking and drooling a wet spot onto your shirt. He realizes, almost miserably, that he's going to cum again. And you can tell straight away by the way his thighs shiver and propel his hips harder into the faux hole your hand provides, and the kicked puppy noises that bubble in his raw throat.

"Gonna cum! Oh fuck- I'm cumming. I'm cumming!" Aizetsu sobs, brows pinching and legs clamping down around your hand as he seizes with his second orgasm. You stroke him through it despite his efforts to pin your wrist with his thighs, prying a leg to the side to watch him spurt ropes and ropes over your fist. “P-please stop! It’s too m-much!”

[angelmichelangelo]

If you had to split the four animated show turtles into equally portioned groups of four for a crossover fic/if you were writing a special, how would you go about it?

Rules: Every group must have 1 of each turtle (one Leo, one Raph, one Donnie, and one Mikey), and they must be from different shows (one 1987, one 2003, one 2012 and one Rise).

oh! this is such a fun question! :D

ok so it terms of which turtles i'm picking, that is really tough. if we're going off of the plot i just made up in my head then i guess the following makes SOME sense so strap in because im kinda making this up as i go haha:

so for leo, i think i'm gonna have to pick rise: he's new to the whole leader thing, still finding his feet even after the krang invasion -- plus if im writing this thing, i'd like to imagine it's one of leo's portals that end them up in this situation in the first place.

for raph i'm thinking 2007: he's rough around the edges slightly older but yet very bemused by these other versions of his brothers. plus i just think 2007 raph is very cool. 2007 turts don't get enough rep so he's there!

for donnie it'd have to be 2003: he's one of my favourite donnie's and as someone who's already experienced a trans-dimensional turtle universe crossover he brings some knowledge to the table. i also would just think it would funny to see rise leo and 2003 donnie interact based on how vastly different each version of that character is.

and mikey i'm going last ronin. i have a reason for this so just sit tight lol

more under the cut because this gets REALLY long oops

in terms of plot:

so it's set after the events of the rise movie. things on earth are slowly yet surely moving forward; the city is being rebuilt, the turtles have yet another new home to make theirs. casey jr is settling in pretty well into his new family. things are looking up!

leo is still their leader and raph is more than overly proud of how far he's come since the beginning of the movie's events: he's taking things more seriously, he's working hard! to leo's brothers, things are coming back together again. it's all good!

but to leo, not so much. see leo puts on a good face and can act like he's doing better, but deeper down than just that surface level, he's not doing so hot. he's really struggling. he's going through The Works of all of his ptsd and trauma but behind closed doors, mostly because he thinks he's the only one still struggling with the effects of the previous events. casey jr like mentioned, is doing well after everything, and with everyone seemingly moving on, leo feels kind of stupid for how he feels, feeling like he's falling behind and he doesn't know why.

so that's why he's pushing himself pretty hard. trying to throw himself into training and such to 'toughen himself up'. he's maybe a little harder on his brothers as a result which brings up some tensions. im gonna focus on the leo mikey dynamic here because i love me some baja blast but also because this'll be plot relevant later. so maybe they're kicking street gang butt. and mikey is goofing around a little as he does it, mikey-ing it up like he does, and in the midst of the fight, maybe leo has a bit of a flashback, bringing on a panic attack that goes a little unnoticed, and as a result, he lashes out.

he comes down hard on mikey, shouting the odds about maybe being more careful or paying better attention all that jazz, before raph and donnie step in and are like. hey woah. theres no need for that.

leo is still having his ptsd panic attack; it's clouding his judgement and obscuring his thoughts. donnie gets defensive (because hey! they're just teens and they're not perfect at recognising their own and others emotions!) and maybe yells back and leo in his brothers defence.

leo feels like they dont get it! they dont understand what he's going through but feels too ashamed or afraid to ever voice it, so it kind of all bottles up inside and makes him angry and hurt, hence why he's kind of lashing out right now. he's just scared, above all, that he's not like his brothers and they're better at handling their issues than he is, and whether or not that makes him a worthy leader.

this all causes a big fight between him and his brothers (after their beef with the street gang is over btw) and leo goes to storm off, still subtly fighting off the panic attack and goes to portal himself home except... his swords don't take him home.

leo somehow ends up in an entirely different universe. one that feels strangely similar to the prison dimension, panic now dialled up to like a million, he's REALLY not having a good time right now, and as a result, his mystic energy kind of just, waters out and he's struggling to make a portal back home. this just makes him flail even more, and because of it, he fails to see the synjas (because we are in the last ronin verse now baby!) but is saved last second by someone pushing him out of the way.

they take cover, maybe there's a bit of a scuffle between this unknown turtle and the synjas (think SAINW moment where mikey came outta the shadows) because it is in fact 2003 donnie!

leo is completely confused because.. how?! is this donnie?? there's some brief introductions before they go to take shelter and leo is asking like a million questions because he has NO idea whats happening until donnie breaks it down to him after they find a safe place to hide it out.

see, 2003 donnie knows about alternative universes and such (SAINW + turtles through time) so i guess im kind of serving him as a bit of expositional dump here for leo, but also because i think this donnie would be a good match against leo’s panic and fear. he’s really helpful at fielding leo through his attack and gently explains that his leo back at home goes through the same stuff to which rise leo is like. oh great, we’re all pathetic. cue donnie looking sad making that :< face i love lmao. 

so after it’s established that they’re in a different universe, donnie explains that he kind of just woke up here. leo gets a feel that perhaps his mystic energy might have been at play here, so he tells a white lie and is like. oh yeah me too lol how crazy! and feels again, ashamed of himself that he might have done this to poor donnie. 

it’s shown that shredder is now ruling over the city and this is kind of… a bad timeline. donnie doesn’t give too much away but leo can tell he has… ahem. certain experiences with a similar situation but donnie assures him that as long as they stick together they’ll be fine, and if they ended up here somehow, theres probably a way back home too. 

it doesnt take long for the synjas to find them again, a hoard of them this time overpowering leo and donnie and they’re getting their asses kicked something crazy until there’s the sound of a motorbike revving and boom. in comes 2007 raph. 

he doesn’t necessarily save them but him being so badass inspires the others to push a little harder and eventually the three of them escape together. raph has the same questions as leo had, similar situation where he explains he kind of just woke up here.

donnie cant be certain what the reason is as to why they’re here, but is set on figuring it out after they deduct that donnie is, as always, their brains of the team. so whilst they find a place to hide for the night, they get talking. they come to find that with some varying differences, their lives are kind of the same in a sense. 

raph and donnie are breezing through all the shit they’ve been through, listing off The Horrors and again leo is there listening like.. well THEY seem fine! wtf is wrong with me!! and kinda closes himself off because he feels even more stupid now. UGH LEO !!

raph sees this and tries ribbing him a little like. oh classic leo move you think you’re so tough and you’re better than us yada yada just because he wants him to open up (and maybe this raph was raised on a little more tough love than the others) but it doesnt work and leo snaps at him and tensions are now rising. donnie ever the pacifist and peacemaker reminds them that if they wanna get out of this hell hole its gotta be together as a team.

that’s when it’s mentioned that technically, they don't really have a full team.

cutaway to a turtle (who could it possibly be!) standing before the city on like a hill with lightening cracking because. dramatics and whatnot.

the next day, things are still rough and leo hasn’t slept much and maybe donnie is fussing over him, but leo shrugs him off and is like. IM FINE >:( and so donnie gives him some space as the 3 of them head out to go find some info about this universe they’ve found themselves in. 

they end up finding out kind of like the base level info about the last ronin verse, wondering if maybe the turtles exist at all here since they haven’t seen any. 

leo is still brooding and stuff and still festering a bit of guilt when maybe raph is like. man i need to get home to my brothers this place sucks (he has seperation anxiety remember). and maybe donnie is having his own ptsd and leo feels even WORSE because OH. they… they are suffering just as much as he is. oops. 

and then boom they’re attacked again by synjas whom of which overpower them this time and take them to oroku hiroto (grandson of the shredder) who is like. bro what. all these turtles??

so whilst shredder jr jr tries to figure out whats happening here and whats going on, the turtles are put in captivity where leo now kind of just, has a full blown meltdown. he regretfully admits that this was all HIS fault and that he brought them here by mistake and hes just a screw up and and hes nothing like THIER leader leo and he isnt cut out for this!! 

and donnie and raph are like. WOAH!! pause. take a breath. its alright.

leo thinks theyre just being nice out of well. niceness but raph is like, you think my leo is perfect? he left us for months without a word because he was so caught up in his own head because of all the shit he went through, he aint perfect. 

and donnie is like. yeah lol same with my leo tbh.

and then does leo finally start to recognise that he’s not supposed to be perfect. he still however feels like hes miles behind from his brothers in terms with coping with his trauma and donnie is like. UM HELLO? and explains that this whole situation has been messing with his head because of HIS own trauma. raph too, with his separation anxiety, and they both explain that its not a race, and chances were, his brothers back home were probably hiding aspects of it too, like leo is because they’re all just as stupid as each other, through universes. 

leo is like. HUH. okay that makes sense lowkey so thanks but um.. aren’t we about to die :/

shredder comes and is like. yep real BUT THEN!!

enter last ronin mikey. he rocks everyones shit and donnie leo raph are just :O in awe because oh. THERES their little brother lmao

mikey manages to free the others as hiroto escapes when leo is like. where tf were YOU the entire time lmao.

mikey is like. in the shadows, duh, you guys are terrible ninjas. lmao. and now that it’s established that it was leo that brought them here, they believe its up to leo to get them home. 

so since being captured their weapons have been taken away so together they devise a plan to get them back as they run around the shredders lair. chaos and action ensue, imagine them all being very badass and helping one another as they kind of.. like face their fears and stuff that show leo that recovery isn’t perfect and linear and all that:))

there’s also a moment where mikey maybe is with leo and as they catch their breath hes like. oh yeah i overhead what you were worrying about and dude just know that you can only heal when you heal together like dont do it alone. leo then notes that if this is last ronin’s universe then why is he alone and then the penny drops and hes like… oh:(( right

last ronin mikey gives him some real wisdom about how trying to move past your traumas alone sucks, and that he personally doesnt have much of a choice, but rise leo does, much like how 2003 donnie and 2007 raph and all the other versions of the turtles DO. 

he tells him that it started with just them four and in every other universe, it ends with them too. 

cue the emotional swell of music idk lol

they get leos swords as mikey holds back the shredder and now with the power of friendship lmao leo gets his mystic energy working and with some heartfelt goodbyes, sends both donnie and raph back to their homes. leo cant hold the portal open forever and as mikey remains struggling to keep shredder away leo begs him to maybe come with him, where he can find him a better home with a better outcome. 

mikey says something like. ‘nah, kid, this is my destiny. go get your own,’ and then leo either leaves or mikey pushes him through. 

leo ends up back in the lair, stumbling through the portal to his unbothered brothers. to them, he’s maybe only been gone a couple hours. maybe they say something tongue in cheek like. “man, you took your time. what you took a detour to south america/japan to get here?” and then leo just bursts into tears.

all previous tension is GONE and they’re rushing to him like. omg what:(( whats wrong?

he breaks it down to them now that a LOT is wrong and that he was sorry but he’s not coping all that well after the invasion still and thought he could handle it on his own. 

maybe them mikey comes forward and is like. hey. we handle it together or we dont handle it at all. kind of a callback to what ronin mikey told him. cue lots of hugs and warm fuzzy feelings. and thats the end.

SO YEAH. i made this up as i went along. i dunno!! im not big into writing multiverse turtle fics but this was fun to imagine as an episode or like a mini tv movie or something:)) lmk what you thought because i just have a lot of feelings about traumatised turtles going through their shit lmao

THANKS FOR THE ASK sorry this turned into the longest thing ever lmao

[bkaulitzz]

𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝

more on my wattpad b_kaulitzz :)

TW: a UNSETTLING PICTURE IS UNDER THIS, kinda ish it depends on if u find it scary, IM NOT GONNA MENTION ANY TW THO BC I DONT WANNA SPOIL BUT THIS IS A HORROR

** NOTE - I DONT CONDONE THIS AND I KNOW REAL BILL WOULD NEVER DO ANY OF THIS, THIS IS JUST FICTION

info: fem x bill, u go to visit bill for dinner

I curled the fingers of my right hand, running each finger over the knitting of the itchy sweater. His apartment door stood still as it stared back at me. Weird...he should be home. I reached back for my flip phone, flipping it open.

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BILL <3

Me - 10:43 PM

"hey babe, wya?"

BILL <3 - 10:45 PM

"im soso sorry ml ^^, i was working on the stew"

Me - 10:45 PM

"stew?"

BILL <3 - 10:46 PM

"yes, beef stew :)"

Me - 10:46 PM

"i'm only staying for a bit tho"

BILL <3 - 10:47 PM

"just eat a small bite at least"

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Before I could respond, cold air hit me as Bill swung the door open. I flipped my phone closed, looking up at him as he leaned against the doorframe. The smell of onion and spices filled my nose as I stared at him. He gave me a small smile as his eyes were hooded, coated in messy eyeshadow. I always love how much time he would spend on his looks just for me.

"Are you just gonna stand there?" He asked, the wrinkles of his formfitting t-shirt flattening out as he stood up.

"Oh- I-" I winced, feeling him grab my wrist gently. He furrowed his brows, watching me pull away to rub my wrist through the fabric.

"You okay?" He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head.

"Yea...just let me in, " I cleared my throat, looking away from my wrist and back at him. He chewed the inside of his cheek, looking down at me for a few seconds before moving aside.

"Just sit at the table, I'll bring the stew out, " He said, turning around to make his way to the kitchen. I took steps into his apartment, balancing on one foot as I closed the door, taking off one of my boots at the same time. The zipper pressed into my skin harshly as I tried to pull it down, causing me to slide down to my butt. This stupid zipper always does the same thing every time I try to put it on. I groaned, sitting against the cold, wooden door, trying to pull off the shoe. Bill looked over at me from the table with a raised eyebrow. His hands were in cute, plaid oven gloves as he set the pot down on the table. The smell of the stew was stronger from here, the light over the table giving the pot a makeshift spotlight.

"You alright, babe?" He took the gloves off, placing them on the table before stepping towards me.

"I got it, I got it, " I shook my head, my fingers burning by now as the zipper was still stuck in place. He sighed, getting down as he was close by now. The carpet molded his knee as he took one of my ankles in his other knee.

"If you ever need help, just tell me, " He said, sweetly. His gentle hands took hold of the metal zipper, easily pulling it down. He placed the boot aside, sliding off my leg to take the other. "I love you, okay? I'm here to help, don't ever feel scared to tell me, " He looked up at me through his eyebrows, sliding the zipper down. My heart raced as it skipped a beat to each word that left his lips. He slid the boot off, revealing my fuzzy socks. He grinned, looking into my eyes as he rubbed my ankle, aligning my boots together with the other hand.

"I will, don't worry, " I gave him a small smile. My eyes followed him as he stood up, reaching down to help me up afterward. I grunted as I stood up, the fabric of my socks mixing with the beige carpet. I looked up at him, his pretty lashes coated in the mascara that I knew I recommended by the way he blinked. I shivered slightly, feeling his cold touch on my cheek.

"Good, just making sure you know, " His voice was delicate, each hard sound being smoothed out. My face heated up, feeling him kiss my nose, swiping his thumb over my right cheek. "Let's eat, yea?"

"Mhm, " I mumbled as a smile stayed on my lips. He reached down for my hand, gently taking it as he leaned back. I followed along as he pulled me to the table which was only a few steps away. Bill always had casual dominance, no matter what. As much as I enjoyed it, I just hope he knows that I can be independent just as much as dependent. The chair shrieked against the tile floor as he pulled it out, the dining and kitchen area being separated from the living space. My feet hit the cold surface as I slid into the chair, watching him make it to the opposite side of the table. "Did you just pull this off the stove?" I watched the steam fog up the empty glasses nearby. The table was set nicely as if he waited for me since eternity. Each bowl's design was identical to the others, the paint strokes were seamless.

"Yea, it just got done cooking, " He hummed, picking up the ladle. He scooped out some beef pieces, pouring them into my bowl. My mouth salivated as I looked over the pieces, the cuts of meat were nothing like I'd seen before.

"Bill, what kind of beef is this?" I asked with a small chuckle, joking. He lifted his eyebrows as he looked at me, not exchanging a laugh as he scooped carrots into my bowl.

"The best kind, just for you. I know people who can get their hands on this stuff, " He filled my bowl as he spoke, filling his after. I swallowed a lump in my throat, the growing tension squeezed me up. It was silent afterward as he fixed his bowl up, pushing the pot to the side of the table. He picked up the pitcher of water, filling our glasses. His chair creaked as he finally took a seat, the lamp glowing on his porcelain skin. I bit my lip as I kept my hands on the table, keeping my stare on him as nothing else lit the area. I didn't know if he was mad or offended as he kept a straight face. The silence could suffocate me as the only other company was the light above us.

"I'm sorry if I made you mad, " I swallowed in between, shaking my knee a bit. "I just wanted to ask since I know how important cooking is to you."

"It's fine, babe, " He gave me a small smile. I nodded before picking up my spoon and taking a spoonful. Bill propped his elbows onto the table, resting his chin on his hands. I blew into the perfect bite that I had ready. It had an even amount of soup, beef, and vegetables.

"Are you gonna take a bite, Bill?" I raised an eyebrow, as I continued to cool it down.

"Mhm, I just wanna know your thoughts first, " He grinned, tilting his head slightly.

"I know it's gonna be good, " I snickered as I took the spoonful. I widened my eyes as the broth filled my mouth. The meat instantly melted as I tasted it and the vegetables perfectly blended out each chew. I moaned in delight as Bill's eyes squinted, smiling from watching me enjoy the dish. "This is the best stew and beef that I've ever had, " I gasped softly as I took another spoonful, the meat being even more tender than the last bite.

"I'm so glad you like it, " I could hear the excitement in his voice as he spoke, the tone was as close as a teen girl seeing her celebrity crush. He picked up his spoon, taking a bite after me.

"I'm gonna be so sad when I have to leave, this is so good, " I licked my lips, continuing to savor the stew.

"You don't have to go, you can stay as long as you'd like, " He let go of his spoon, taking a sip of his water. I held the spoon in my mouth, frowning a bit before placing it into the bowl.

"I know...I'm so thankful for you, Bill, but you know I have to get home early. You know how my dad is, " I shook my knee again, slowly stirring at the half-eaten bowl of stew.

"Just a bit? Come on, just this once?" He frowned as he placed his glass down.

"I can't, " I felt my heartbeat in my throat as I picked up a nice bite of meat and carrots.

"But it's Christmas, babe. Just break the rule this once, " He held his spoon, tapping his finger against it.

"Bill, he's even more strict on Christmas. I really can't, I'm sorry. If I could I would, " I spoke into the spoon, before taking it into my mouth.

"He needs to learn that you're not a little girl anymore. You should be able to be out and about, I don't understand why he thinks he should cage you up, " His other hand on the table balled up into a fist. I nodded as I slowly chewed, my brows furrowed as he spoke. I mean he was right, dad is super strict. Maybe this once I could-

"Ow!" I winced, holding my cheek as I bit into something firm yet flexible. The sharp edges of the item tickled at my gums before I spat it out onto the table.

"Are you okay?!" He exclaimed, his eyes following the piece. I widened my eyes as I looked at the ridgid fingernail that I had just spat out. I shuddered, covering my mouth as I gagged. It was as if it was freshly torn off.

"Bill. What the fuck. Is that fucking yours?" My eyes were watery from the gagging as I picked up the glass of water, taking large sips.

"Oh, shit..." He muttered, his eyes looking up towards me.

"Fuck. I think I should go, " I cleared my throat, trying not to look at the fingernail. I knew if I kept my gaze on it, I would actually just start to vomit.

"No, no, you can't. We haven't watched a movie yet, " He shakingly spoke, watching me slide out of the table. I shook my head as he stood up right after me.

"I need to go, " I said sternly as turned around, making it to the door.

"Why? Please, fuck. I know I messed up. I should've watched the stove, " He said. I turned to him, walking backward as he was already a few feet away from me with his bowl in his hands.

"My dad, the earlier the better, " I gulped as the distance from the door was longer than I remembered. My steps were no match for Bill's strides. I felt my heart race as sweat formed, clenching my fists. "Bill, please, " I bit my lip as I continued stepping back, the light slowly fading from his face.

"I can fix something else for you, please stay, " He frowned as he came close. My breath hitched as my back hit the cold door. He looked down at me as he took a few more steps, inches away from breathing the same air as me.

"Bill, I can't. My dad, " I spoke, my knees began to feel weak as I felt the ceramic bowl press into my chest.

"He's already here, babe, " He held a straight face. Bill reached for a spoonful of the stew, the bowl and the spoon jingled as they hit each other.

"What?" I stammered a bit, feeling my sweat turn cold.

"He's already here, " He hummed, bringing the spoon to my lips. I furrowed my brows as I felt my face heat up, forming tears.

"Bill, what?..." My lips parted, allowing entrance as he pushed the spoon past my teeth. He leaned closer.

"He's here, " His voice caused shivers down my spine as he spoke down my neck. He leaned back, grinning as he pulled the spoon out. I couldn't bear to swallow, looking up at him. "Swallow, babe, " He dropped the spoon into the bowl, reaching up to caress my cheek. I spat the stew into the face, receiving a groan as I turned around. I wiggled the doorknob, weeping as my stomach turned, the lock was stuck in place. I squealed, feeling Bill press his whole body against mine, gripping my wrists and putting them above my head. It only caused me to squeal even more with the pain on my right wrist.

"You're so fucked up, " I snarled as I breathed heavily, my face turned to the side as I was pressed up against the door.

"Calm down...acting out isn't good for you, " He whispered into my ear, running his thumbs over the back of my palms as he had me pinned. His gaze was calm as he was in my peripheral vision.

"You're fucking saying that? You killed someone, " I felt tears run down my face as he breathed against my cheek, leaving no room apart.

"I didn't kill your father, I would never do such a thing, " He frowned as he kissed my ear, gently. I shuddered from even the slightest contact. "I told you I knew people, didn't I?"

"Don't fucking touch me, jackass. You're crazy, " My voice was strained.

"I only did it for you. I do everything for you. I get it, you're shocked. You'll get used to it, " His voice was like hot honey; keeping a smooth voice to try and soothe me, yet all that came out of his mouth only caused a shiver down my spine.

"For me?? I didn't ask for this, " I said through bared teeth. He tilted his head, and his right hand began to tug at the fabric around my wrist. "No, fuck. No! Let go of me!" I cried as I squirmed under him, feeling my wrist grow cold as he pulled my sleeve down to my elbow. He stared up at it as it was scattered with purple and yellow bruises, holdimg down on my elbow. "My dad is a good man!" I sobbed.

"Then, tell me why you have all of these bruises. Your dad doesn't love you like I do, " His nose against my head as he spoke. I sniffled, continuing to squirm only making him press me against the door more.

"This isn't love. You're sick, " I continued to weep, my knees finally giving up on me as I slowly slid down the door. Bill kneeling along as I fell. He took a seat, awkwardly pulling me somewhat into his lap. He shushed me, caressing my cheek. I looked up at him with a clouded vision as he frowned. Even at this moment, he was more loving than any other partner I had.

"I love you, though, " He wiped the tears off my face.

"I know, " I spoke shaking, my chest heaving as it did. My flight or fight response barely worked as I felt his touch.

"Everything I do is for you. Even if you hated me, I'll still love you, " Bill continued. I sniffled, blinking slowly as his efforts to calm me down worked.

"I know, " My knees could barely work. It felt as if I was paralyzed. I don't know if it was whether I was calm or frozen in fear.

"I would never hurt you, babe, " He whispered as he came down to kiss my lips. I couldn't help but kiss back. His lips melted into mine like metal being welded. His hand slowly slid down, taking grasp of my throat. "You know I love you, " He pulled away a bit, tightening his grasp around my neck. I gasped, widening my eyes as I choked. I slapped at his hand, trying to pry him off. His hand was firm, not lifting a single finger as I struggled for my breath. "It's only for the better, " He frowned as he leaned down, kissing my lips again. My pulling and slapping slowly weakened, and everything went black.

if u want pt 2, it’s on my wattpad, same title

:3

bill, bill kaulitz, bill horror, bill kaulitz horror, bill horror

[ijustwantogohomehogwarts]

e y e b r o w s

e y e b r o w s

Tim and Reader are debating the only part of his face that needs some...help

Warnings and such: one swear word? Otherwise absolutely nothing! FLUFF!!

This is one of the fluffiest things I have written and pulled outta my drafts! There's 154 more and they'll be coming!!

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"It's not weird! You see me do it all the time!" I laughed, jumping up on the bathroom counter. I had just gotten out of the shower and thought i'd be able to go 5 minutes without my stage-5-clinger of a boyfriend. Of course, I was wrong, though Im not complaining....

"But you're a girl, it's different."

"It is not!"

He groaned, leaning across the counter to look at himself up close in the mirror. I watched him make faces, studying every part of his reflection. Even when he was being stupid, he was beautiful.

"Let me see," I smiled, grabbing his shoulder. He huffed and stood between my legs, hands on my bare thighs.

"You're soft," He cocked a smile, looking down at my skin.

"I smell nice too-" his face nuzzled into my neck before i could say anything else. "Tim!" I laughed as he inhaled deeply.

"Yeah, you do."

"Focus! Let me see." He stood up and rolled his eyes, looking at me with the upmost level of sarcasm. I grabbed his chin and tipped his face into different angles, eventually being overly dramatic just to make him laugh.

"Yeah, looks like your out of luck."

"Oh come on!" His gaze drifted back to his reflection in the mirror.

"What are you complaining about? You've obviously done it before!"

"It hurts! Why else do you think I dont stay on top of these things- dont!" He pressed a finger to my mouth.

'Because you're lazy,' I thought to myself.

"Let me do it."

"No!"

"It's not going to hurt!"

"Yes it is!"

"Fine, let the hair and make up people do it." I could see the thoughts spinning in his head. "They're going to be super busy, mad they have to spend more time to fix it, and you're gonna start your day pissed off and bright red!" I patted his cheek and made to get off the counter. "Sounds like a good idea!"

"Wait..." I smiled, hands holding his elbows. Even sitting on the counter, I had to look up at him. "Promise it's not going to hurt?"

"Would I ever lie to you?"

"About this, maybe." I gasped, slapping his chest playfully.

"You ass!" His hands grabbed my wrists, holding them gently. He pressed his lips to mine and let the kiss linger for a moment. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. The things this man does to me!

"Are you sure?" He finally spoke, dropping my hands and resuming the facial expressions he was making in the mirror. Well, that moments over.

"Tim, you're 3 hairs away from a unibrow! It'll take me 5 minutes, 10 tops and you won't feel a thing!"

"Fine!" he sighed, out of arguments. "But if you mess any of this up," he gestured to his entire face, "you're gonna have a lot of people coming for you!"

"Too bad I'm still the one that's gotta look at you all day!" I kissed him quickly before he could pout- The same kiss he gave me moments ago.

I got out my supplies and went to work. I'm not sure what those hair and make up artists are doing to him- he flinched like crazy at first, but quickly relaxed into it. He stood quietly between my legs, eyes closed, and obliged me when I tipped his head this way and that way.

I took my time, giving myself the pleasure to look at his face. I live with him, I've been dating him for 3 years, I've known him for 20+ years, but it never feels like I get to look at him- not in this way. His skin was perfect, freckles were adorable, his lashes fluttered slightly as I pulled the last few hairs. He sighed heavily, pulling me from my thoughts. I set the tweezers down, put a hand on his shoulder and asked him to squat, just a little. His knees gave a light thud to the cabinet as he did.

I held the side of his face, turning his head each direction one more time before running my thumbs softly across his eyebrows. He sighed heavily again, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Impatient are we?" I whispered, "Do you have somewhere better to be?"

"In bed with my girl." The smile spread across his face. "All done?" He asked, opening his eyes.

"All done!" I smiled. He looked at me for a moment before standing up straight and stepping out from between my legs, leaning over the counter once more.

"Oh wow!" More silly faces. "I look good!"

I hopped off the counter, put everything away and stood behind him, arms wrapped around his torso. He had to lift an arm to be able to see me behind him.

"You always look good...but I like you better with two eyebrows instead of one."

"You're hired!"

"Hired?"

"Oh yeah! It's one thing if those hair and makeup people wanna beat my face with makeup," I couldn't help but laugh. "But when they go for the eyebrows- they're out for blood! Literally!"

"I'm glad you're happy!" I stepped in front of him, arms still around him as I pressed my chin to his chest, looking up at him. "Timmy?"

"Yes mon amour?"

"Will you let me shave your face?"

"One thing at a time, crazy lady!"

[ladylooch]

https://www.tumblr.com/ladylooch/782032069926748160/im-not-gonna-tell-you-what-to-do-with-your-wife

she’s runninggg home to her husband and is like ok ill work less!!!!!

he’s so confused

Emma comes home from Nico's with Lio in toe, who she went to pick up in the first place. Lio runs over to Timo where he is holding a sleeping Liv. She has her little white and yellow daisy nook in her mouth, long lashes she got from Timo looking so beautiful as she sleeps.

"Leeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Timo calls, encouraging him to run faster to him. Timo lets out an "oof" as Lio crashes into his chest. Timo protects Liv over to his other side and she somehow stays asleep. "Ugh." Timo exhales as Lio elbows him in the side as he gets situated. "Deserved that. Probably." Timo laughs, looking at his wife.

Emma struts right to him, setting her hands on his thighs and leaning over their kids to kiss him deeply.

"Mmm. Hi mama." He grins temptingly, licking his lips to remove the lipstick she left behind.

"I'm all yours." She says it simply. "I got event coverage the rest of the week so I can be here with my three babies."

"Oh?" Timo says, clearly surprised. "Okay. Does that work for you?" He asks genuinely.

"Yes. Because it's what is best for us. It's still us, babe. I'm sorry I got so upset." She closes her eyes, inhaling deeply. "I just felt like..." She shakes her head. "Doesn't matter. I am thinking clearly now."

Timo knows better. But he drops it until the kids are in bed.

"So what did Nico say to you?" He asks as him and Emma turn their bed down.

"I can't come to my own conclusions?" Emma quirks an eyebrow.

"You can but you don't." He teases, laughing at her scrunched look. "There is nothing you love more than being right."

"I love you and the kids more than that." Emma gives him an unamused look.

"Mmm." Timo hums. "So your brother had nothing to do with it?" He asks again, both palms placed on the sheets as he awaits her answer.

"Nico told me about his 500th game party." Emma admits. "How you threatened him, mafia style, to make sure I had a good event." A small smile tilts her lips up. "And I really love that you did that."

"That's... not what I was expecting." Timo says quietly, amusement in his voice.

"You're my biggest fan. I lost sight of that and Nico brought that perspective back." Emma finishes simple as she slips beneath the sheets. "As he annoyingly tends to do, but in this case I appreciate."

"I support you." Timo says simply.

"I know." Emma sighs, swinging herself into his lap. She holds his neck in her hands, regretfully looking down at him.

"You forget that when you're driving towards your career goals and I ask you to take a small step back."

"I know." She agrees again. "I'm really proud of what we are building here. I want to have my hands in everything and I tell myself I have enough time in the day to do it all. I don't like when you remind me that I don't." Her honesty has Timo nodding, appreciating her transparency. "But you were right. They won't be this young forever. I don't have to do every little detail. I can delegate better and that's what I'm going to do. Cause I'm the boss." She mimics his voice.

"Great." Timo nods, smiling happily.

"You looked so good with Livy tonight." Emma murmurs, looking down at his lips. Timo pauses, going still beneath her until his hands move from her hips to her ass. He pulls her tighter to his body with those big palms. "Almost makes me ready for..."

"Say it." He snaps greedily.

"Another!" Emma giggles.

"Yes. Please."

"In three months, when she is one."

"Deal." Timo immediately agrees, then pulls her face down to his by the back of her neck. After taking years to get Livy, Timo is cashing in on whatever mood has Emma ready for baby #3 so soon.

"One more."

"Yes, baby." He moans, feasting on her lips around the words. "One more. That's it. Then we are done."

[pbaz7]

AHHH IM SO EXCITED

sexual content (don’t say i didn’t warn you)

HELL YEAHH

Paige’s lashes fluttered slightly, but she didn’t open her eyes. “Surprisingly… nothing,” she mumbled.

azzi is literally the only one who can comfort her she's so in love

A moment passed before Paige’s voice broke the silence. “That feels nice baby.”

i'm gonna cry she never would have let anyone else do that🥹

Paige let out a quiet hum, a smile growing on her face. “You’re gorgeous, angel.”

she literally never says like thank you she just sends a better compliment right back like she's so perfect

Azzi’s fingers stilled for a moment before she spoke. “I’m really glad you’re here.”

real talk what was azzi gonna do if p didn't go to uconn

“Nah, c’mon. Let’s go play.”

she's like this in every universe my god

Azzi scoffed, sitting up. “Paige, baby… no, you aren’t.”

it's giving gentle parenting im crying

The ball swished cleanly through the net.

PAIGE BUCKETS FOR A REASON

Paige walked back to the top of the key, her smirk growing. “1-0.”

YUP THATS MY GOAT

Paige smirked. “Oh, we hand-checking now?”

I don't think that hand is there for basketball purposes lets be real

Paige didn’t even have to turn around to know. The sound of the ball snapping through the net was enough.

THERE'S MY OTHER GOAT

Paige’s shirt had been discarded a while ago, her skin glistening in her sports bra.

someone check on azzi

her defense had gotten… handsy.

and lemme guess Paige does NOT care

Not that Paige was about to complain.

what did I tell you guys

“Y’all been going for a while, huh?”

lmao my mind put this in a different situation...

Ayanna and Caroline were on the sidelines, watching, making sure they chime in here and there to instigate.

now why would you remind me

There was something about the way Paige played that made it hard for Azzi to look away. It was just so smooth, so effortless, yet still entertaining.

she belongs at somewhere that can appreciate her talents like I cannot imagine my goat at a d2 school

Azzi crossed her legs, trying to shift her focus, but once she got started it was impossible.

of course

Caroline raised an eyebrow, her gaze following Azzi’s flicking over to Paige, who was still showing off on the court. “Checking her out again, huh?”

Caroline loves to call her out lmao

Azzi felt a nervous laugh bubble up, but she quickly cleared her throat. “No, I—No.”

well that was believable boy oh boy you should get in to acting

“I will say though, you’re not the only one enjoying the show,”

alright guys I fess up I'm enjoying it too

She saw Q, who was sitting off to the side on the floor. Her eyes were locked on Paige as she moved around the court.

the way this is DEFINITELY the situation irl too like

Azzi’s laugh that followed was lighthearted. “Nah, not really worried about that.” She said, a flicker of amusement dancing in her eyes.

nah her and Paige so fucking locked

Paige’s skin was dripping with sweat at this point, her muscles were relaxed but still toned from playing.

guys. I'm running out of oxygen

Them doing that allowed Paige to feel comfortable enough to be shirtless around them,

they've made her feel so comfortable🥹

which was pretty often considering she just didn’t seem to like wearing shirts for some reason.

LMAO PLEASE SHE'S TRYING TO FLEX ALL THE TIME

“Truth or drink tonight in my suite!”

OH HELL YEAH

Azzi shook her head. “This is a Caroline thing and a Caroline thing only.”

silly girl

Ice stepped inside, took one look at the scene in front of her, and smirked, crossing her arms. “Well, well, well.”

ice is acting like a pazzi shipper trying to get confirmation (me)

Azzi took a page out of Paige’s book and just shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

again I see the acting career blossoming

Ice scoffed, shifting in the bean bag. “Right… the same Paige that won’t let anyone on the team touch her outside of a high-five or a pat on the back?”

yeah azzi ur in a corner here

Azzi blinked at her, feigning confusion. “We do?”

LMAO PLEASE

“stop moving baby,”

in front of ice too Paige ur not doing a good job covering rn

Ice stood up, stretching slightly before smiling. “I think you forgot—we’re doing truth or drink tonight.”

yeah they're cooked

Paige’s arm was casually draped along the back of the couch behind Azzi, fingers occasionally brushing against her shoulder discreetly

in what world is this discreet...

Paige, though slightly surprised by the inquiry, didn’t flinch. Her response came quickly, “Seven.”

and we all know who #7 was....

“Q, who's your crush?”

ik she ran to that alcohol

“when’s the last time you kissed someone?”

around 10 minutes ago... wait shit I wasn't supposed to say that

“when’s the last time you slept with someone?”

and here's where they start piecing it together...

“Paige, when's the last time you slept with someone?”

take ur shot babe its okay

Paige answered this one. “Yup.” Her response was quick, but it only seemed to fuel the growing curiosity.

damn she actually answered okay

Instead, she smirked, lifting a shot to her lips saying, “Wouldn’t you like to know?” before throwing it back.

not azzi being the mysterious one hello

most of the team had already pieced together that they were at minimum sleeping with each other.

pretty sure they all already knew that...

Aubrey’s voice broke the quiet, it was a half-laugh, half-statement. “Ya’ll are definitely fucking.”

well aubrey it's not like they're very good at hiding it...

“If I don’t answer, Imma be messed up. Can’t do another shot.”

THANK YOU GOD

She licked her lips, her eyes hazy with something that had nothing to do with the alcohol.

these hoes always get extra freaky under the influence

Paige leaned in just slightly, eyes flickering to Azzi’s lips. “So tell me I look good then, mama.”

and there goes Azzi's self-respect

Paige licked her lips, closing the small space between them just a little more. “C’mon, mama. Be specific.”

she is drunk beyond belief my god

Paige, still leaned back against the couch, let her lips hover dangerously close to Azzi’s ear. “I want you,” she whispered, like she wanted Azzi to feel every word.

where are yalls friends...

Paige only smirked. “I’m sober enough to know what I’m tryna do to you.”

WOAH. HELLO THERE.

“I know you’re warm for me Az,” Paige whispered.

PAIGE. YOU CANT JUST SAY THAT.

“Can’t wait to have you mama,” Paige continued. “Imma have you screaming for me.”

and to think she wouldn't give azzi a yes or no about any question like 2 chapters ago

"Alright, y’all are way too comfortable now, take that shit somewhere else.”

thank you ice thank you

With an easy confidence, Paige stood up, her fingers gently wrapping around Azzi’s wrist as she tugged her up with her. There was no hesitation, no explanation.

I know the team is just gonna sit there in silence like "did we just get ditched so they could fuck" "yes, ice, we did" "bro can I crash at someone else's place"

As soon as they stepped into Paige’s suite, the door barely clicking shut behind them, Paige was on Azzi.

goodbye there!

“Fuck…you’re taking my finger’s like such a good girl baby.”

sorry I need to comment on this because I literally gasped out loud my hands flew to my mouth in shock

After a few seconds Paige slumps next to Azzi, both of them completely spent, their bodies still buzzing with the remnants of everything that had just unfolded between them.

oh. my god. 4?!??!? 4 TIMES?!?! AND AN "ILY" CONFESSION??!?! bro poor azzi honestly like she is not going to be able to walk let alone play basketball tomorrow

Azzi nodded, though Paige couldn’t see it. “I liked it,” she admitted..

yeah I gathered that...

After a beat, she whispered, “I meant it though, Az.”

they're perfect, your honor.

"We're not sleeping in here," Azzi mumbled,

bro I don't even think you can wash those sheets you might just have to throw them away

Azzi completely leaned against Paige, not able to fully stand on her own

this poor girl oh my lord

Azzi jumped on Paige’s back and Paige carried her a few doors down to her room

oh my god its that bad??!! jesus paige

the warmth of Azzi in her arms filling her with a sense of calm and contentment she had never known before.

oh. my god.

so this is officially the best thing you've ever written quite literally ever

im in shock and donteven know what to say

thanks for this birthday present to me!!

-🍉

i'm gonna cry she never would have let anyone else do that 🥹

you so emotional stink

someone check on azzi

she was indeed not ok lmao

and lemme guess Paige does NOT care

clocked

well that was believable boy oh boy you should get in to acting

this made giggle lol

the way this is DEFINITELY the situation irl too like

🫣

ik she ran to that alcohol

sprinted

and there goes Azzi's self-respect

some of my anons too apparently

sorry I need to comment on this because I literally gasped out loud my hands flew to my mouth in shock

lmaoo i’m not surprised in the slightest

birthday present l?!?!? happy birthday stink !!!🫶🏼🫶🏼

[pinkseas]

i cant start writing this until im done with the big wip i wont allow myself but.

isat au where after a late-game loop involving all the friend quests, All Of The Others start looping. siffrin dies late in the house, and they all remember it, but they Don't Initially Realize that siffrin has been looping. they think this is just as new for siffrin as it is for them, and that siffrin is only so scared and disoriented and confused because this began when they died, of course they're gonna be out of it.

siffrin using that death as an excuse over and over again in the next few loops. they've already died- they don't want any of the others to feel or experience that, they don't want anyone but themselves to get hurt. when they throw themselves in front of sadnesses or the king, the time they shout for someone to cover bonnie's eyes and then, hands shaking, scared but so determined, carve through their own throat.

the others are in so much more danger, now. and they'll remember what happens. they don't care about the script, they wander they explore they endanger themselves and siffrin can't tell them he knows, he can't, they just. have to try and protect everyone. have to try so, so hard to keep being the only one who remembers how it feels to die.

shaking as they kill themselves. not afraid of the pain, or dying, but petrified of the other's reactions. trying so hard to downplay their strength, to act Normal. or at least, as normal as they're supposed to be at the Beginning of a time loop. as normal as they're supposed to be after killing themselves to save one of their family members. saying they only really guessed that doing that would work to loop back. voice small, shaking, saying that they're really glad it did.

siffrin is not the best actor. too many things begin to add up. sif never, ever leaves any of them alone while they're in the house, but sometimes in dormont they find excuses to meet up and talk about things without him there. at first it's worry for how much they're hurting themselves, then concern for how easily, and then.

in hindsight siffrin wasn't necessarily suspicious, that very first loop, but certain things felt virtually effortless. like a slight attempt to make it seem natural was made solely so they wouldn't question it in the moment, but siffrin didn't realize there were any stakes. didn't know that anyone else would remember long enough to matter. and something is so, so clearly wrong.

odile one night at the clocktower finally, finally asking siffrin: how long? siffrin, caught completely off-guard, how long what? odile, not hesitating, how long have you been looping? the party probably hasn't even reached double digits. siffrin blinks. odile waits. and then, siffrin bolts.

the frantic search to find them. them looping back various degrees at random times, sometimes to the beginning and sometimes not, siffrin nowhere in sight for so, so long. it's terrifying. haunting. how long was siffrin alone? how long did they experience this for? they're family, they're supposed to be family, but they can't track siffrin down. all of the others together, terrified, borderline inconsolable, when odile raises a blade to her own throat, threatens to nothing and no one that she'll die. she'll die, and she'll come back. she'll know how it feels.

the way siffrin lashes out when they do finally show themselves, then. their fear their terror their frantic, desperate need to make sure nobody gets hurt but themselves. an argument that spirals and spirals until siffrin breaks: i'm tired. i'm tired. and they really do look exhausted. voice hoarse, pathetic, miserable, can we talk about this more tomorrow? please?

the others letting up. siffrin all but collapsing into bed, "falling asleep" almost immediately. they really are exhausted. how long has it been? the others talking for a while, no real important thoughts, no conclusions reached. falling into uneasy sleep.

waking with the sun. siffrin and the orbs are gone.

siffrin who has been consistently losing their fucking mind because they have to sneak away, now, even just to talk to loop, which is coincidentally when their family talks about them. because suddenly every single little thing they say and do matters, they don't remember what they are and aren't supposed to know right now and every time they slip up and forget or remember something they shouldn't, the others will see. they need, need, need to act natural but they don't know how.

feeling absolutely fucking disgusted every time someone tries to comfort them over their deaths because stars they do not deserve it, don't deserve the love the others feel for them solely because siffrin has been here long enough that they successfully not only manipulated everyone into liking them but also trapped them with him.

he didn't want to be alone. they don't. but they can not let any of the others shoulder this. they have to find a solution. they have to figure out what they can do they cannot let the others be hurt they can't they can't they can't. siffrin can be crushed or snapped or frozen or butchered, can be slaughtered in every way even by their own hands but they cannot let their family do the same. no matter what.

[skzswife]

Why don't you come find out?

(Lee minho x fem reader)

Pt 2 (Pt 1 here) warnings on pt 1

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The small scar on his stomach was beautiful to you but to him it was different "o-oh that. I'm sorry I know it's ugl-" he's cut off by a chaste kiss to his lips "No Min it's beautiful it makes you even more perfect" you state as you press a kiss to it and begin kissing down his body stopping at the waistband of his sweats (he did not give af abt dressing up for the party) and looking up at him through your lashes giving him fake ass innocent eyes like you werent asking to suck the soul out of him which he agrees to with a nod "sure baby go ahead" a devilish smirk appears on your face as you undo the tie of his sweats and tug them down with the help of him lifting his beautiful hips leaving him in his boxers.

You giggle seeing the wet spot from his precum soaking through his boxers "whats this Min?" You giggle palming him through his boxers causing him to grunt deeper than you had ever heard him go before and it makes you freeze. But then your hair is in his fist and your head is shoved down to his boxers causing you to look up in shock "You wanted it kitten now take it." You stare blankly from the dominant tone in his voice "I-uh" "take it." He says as his grips gets harsher causing you to whimper as you watch him take off his boxers with one hand and throw them somewhere to be found later. You stare in awe as his cock springs free landing just above his belly button with a pretty pink tip and veins running along the shaft your eyes widen "i- that's- that's like 9 or 10 inches! There's no way that's fitting!" He just chuckles "well you wanted it so your gonna have to make it fit" he says as he releases yoir hair and puts his arms behind his head relaxing, his confidence pissed you off so you decide to take his tip into your mouth and swirl your tounge around it causing his relaxation to falter and he groans "g-godammit kitten" you hum around his length as you take more in causing him to throw his head back "Fu-Fuck!" You continue with as much in your mouth as you can fit (not even half) nonetheless making him lose it because of how good your mouth is. "Fuck kitten im sorry i-i just can't hold back anymore" you furrow your brows in confusion about to pull your mouth off his cock when he grabs your hair and start pushing into your mouth throat at a slow pace at first but speeding up until he is fucking your throat relentlessly and every time you gag he goes faster "fuckfuckfuck your throat is so good shit gonna cum-" your gagging on his cock as he keeps pounding into it until he suddenly stops ans paints your throat white with his gun and you swallow as much as you can as he pulls out of your mouth even licking at the corner of your mouth to get the droplets trying to escape. You're savoring the sweet tangy and slightly sour flavor when suddenly your pulled onto your back and your underwear are litterally torn off your body leaving you exposed "w-what are you doi-" your cut off by minho diving into your cunt like he hasnt eaten in 15 years lapping up all your juices and licking up and down your folds. You jerk when his tounge meets your sensitive bundle of nerves, he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks on it ccausimg you to let out a pornographic moan but that just drives him further and he sucks harder and circles his tounge around it slowly getting more intense until you have the biggest orgasm of your life it washes over you and you see white as he uses his tounge to fuck you through it.

After regaining the ability to breathe after that earth shattering orgasm you climb onto his lap and snuggle into his neck while he rubs gentle circles on your back comfortingly at some point he touched a ticklish spot and it turned into him tickling you mercilessly and you begging him to stop and accidentally purposefully grinding on him when you feel him get hard again expecting to get the first move you put your hands on his shoulders but you are quickly shut down when he grabs you by the throat and pushes you down onto the couch. Before you can reach two of his fingers are inside of you, you moan at the stretch "Jesus your clenching like this around two of my fingers and your so tight fuck how am I going to fit" he says as he pumps his fingers in and out curling them to find that spot inside you and when he does he hits it every time. It makes you wonder how well his cock would hit it "Need you Min please now" "be patient baby there is no way in he'll I would fit in this pussy with how tight it is i have to prepare you first" he says nonchalantly as he adds a third finger. After pumping for a while he decides your ready so he takes his fingers and flips you over, you watch in awe as he slips them into his mouth and licks them clean "fuck you taste amazing" he groans out and you clench around nothing at how low his voice is. "Min stop fucking teasing me" you say in a tone that makes him stop what he was doing flip you over and grab your throat "watch your tone kitten" you almost whimper at how he said that "I-Im sorry I just need you min" you whine "well if your so desperate I guess I'll give it to you. But impatient girls dont get softness" he says in a snarky tone as he rams his cock into your aching hole with no mercy "FUCK MINHO" you moan in pain and pleasure "fuck y/n you take me so well" he groans as he starts slow picking up the pace quickly but steadily until he is slamming into you at a pace you didnt think humanly possible and it has you blabbering under him "m-minho so deep a-ah it hurts" you manage after a few seconds "awww is my sweet kitten cock dumb? Poor thing" He says with a teasing lilt in his voice as he picks up the pace "Min a-ah" he keeps the pace slowing when he hears a sob leave your beautiful mouth "you alright kitten?" when he gets no answer he slows even more while still pumping hard inside you "I'm ok min your just so big" "mmm so that's it kitten just fucking you so good you cant think?" You mumble in agreement as he starts fastening his pace again lifting your leg to your chest causing you to scream at how much deeper he is now he just smirks as you let out a trail of quiet curses under your breath, he connects your lips as he moves his hand down to play with your clit disconnecting your lips so he can focus on his thrusts and his fingers on your clit as his thrusts get sloppier and your thighs start shaking "Aww is my little kitten gonna cum?" You respond with a whimper and he stops abruptly "I asked you a question kitten" he says in a condescending tone "well I was before you stopped" you look back at him and he has a very agitated look on his face "I dont like your attitude very much y/n" before you could apologize your flipped onto your stomach and he leans down trapping on of your nipples in his mouth at first sucking gently and teasing it with his tounge and then he bites down, not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough for you to help and try to pull away only to be stopped by his large hand keeping a firm grip on your waist "Min what the f-" your cut off by him shoving into you all the way and right away he starts slamming into you with no mercy hitting your cervix "Min it hurts" you look at him expecting sympathy only to see him chuckling "you really should have thought of that before kitten" he says pumping harder hitting your G-spot so perfectly it has you seeing stars "Min im gonna-" "what kitten you gonna cum? Here let me help" he says as he brings his hand between you and to your clit causing you to gasp "Min- I'm gonna cum" "go ahead kitten

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