#and this would fucking eat so good don’t even

[undead-moth]

The male loneliness epidemic isn’t a good example.

People in general are lonely right now, but people are choosing to center men’s loneliness as though it’s exceptional. That is the main reason why complaints about the “male loneliness epidemic” are so frustrating. Not because men “are too privileged to complain” but because the focus on their loneliness specifically over others’ is literally a product of the privilege they do have. Everyone’s loneliness deserves to be taken seriously, but only men’s actually is.

Nevermind that when people talk about the “male loneliness epidemic” they usually don’t mean genuine loneliness, as in isolation, deprived from human connection. If we were going to discuss who is facing the worst genuine loneliness due to isolation it would be disabled people, regardless of gender, hands down.

What they usually mean is romantic loneliness, as in there’s an epidemic of chronically single men. Often it’s not even about romantic loneliness, but literally about involuntary celibacy.

And this gets framed as a tragedy that women are inflicting upon them. It frames men as the victims of women not wanting to fuck them while simultaneously ignoring that given men are becoming increasingly right-wing, fascist, and even more misogynistic, women are becoming increasingly leftist and feminist, which means there’s a very obvious, understandable reason so many men are not getting laid. These men feel robbed - historically, men have been able to have their cake and eat it too. They were able to treat women however horribly they wanted while still being in relationships with women because women literally had no choice. Women today have more choice and men are experiencing that fall out and calling it an “epidemic.”

And there’s a very easy solution to this - men could be less shitty to women. But instead women are being side-eyed for not giving men enough love/sex and causing an “epidemic.”

“The patriarchy hurts men too.” God I wish just once I could see a post acknowledging patriarchy that doesn’t become about how patriarchy hurts men. You would honestly think men are the primary targets of patriarchy by looking at this site. I literally don’t think I’ve ever seen a post about patriarchy that’s not about how it hurts men, or doesn’t become about how it hurts men.

I constantly see people bring up how men are made to feel like they can’t cry, and need to bottle up their emotions, and “treat [women (be serious please)] like property.” Yesterday I even saw someone argue that men are “groomed into” hating women. Literally using the language of sexual assault to describe men allying with the ideology that ensures their privilege, again framing them as the victims.

I literally never see anyone acknowledging that men implemented patriarchy and uphold patriarchy, and virtually all of the harm done to them by patriarchy is, at the root, self-Inflicted. Men can choose not to be toxically-masculine. Women can’t choose not to experience misogyny. Though patriarchy does harm men, it also exclusively benefits them, and it benefits them far more than it hurts them, which is precisely why most of them choose to side with patriarchy their whole lives. Women are exclusively harmed by patriarchy, and they harmed by it far more than men are.

But of course, acknowledging this would require us to for a single moment consider that men are not oppressed under patriarchy and that all harm done to them under patriarchy is the result of friendly fire or unintentionally shooting themselves in the foot.

There is a loneliness epidemic right now and it’s an actual good example of what this post is talking about. Hell, even the fact that so many people are involuntarily celibate is an example of what this post is talking about. For both, you could argue that they’re groups that are “too privileged to complain” but both deserve to be heard. Men who are involuntarily celibate due to their allyship with patriarchy and don’t even know it even deserve some sympathy in my opinion, but only when we call it what it is and don’t end up putting the onus on women to solve it.

Ultimately, I just don’t think it’s fair to suggest people’s frustration with “the male loneliness epidemic” is about thinking men are too privileged to complain. That’s not the source of frustration there. The source of frustration there is that it ignores everyone else who is also lonely (in more ways than romantic or sexual), and faults women for not fulfilling men’s romantic and sexual desires.

Saying that a certain group of people is too privileged to complain about the way that things are is its own sort of defense of the status quo

[reignpage]

Ooooooh since “reactions” are back on the table (and ok to ask for, I’m presuming), how would the jjk dads (not the pos from daddy dearest 😠) react to their daughter’s first boyfriends??

gojo: sizes the boy up, judges very hard from all angles, throws questions to test him, very cold and mean, and you think omg he hates him but then when the boy leaves, he’s like, what a lovely guy 😁

geto: cold and mean and distant. never likes the guy ever and is actively waiting for him to mess up even just once so he can tell you to break up with him, even gets nana and mimi to persuade you

choso: loves the boyfriend (provided he’s a good guy ofc), makes him feel at home, invites him to hang out with his brothers, they get along so well they actually start hanging out without you

toji: looks the kid up and down and grunts. never attempts conversation, never intrudes unless he has to, sometimes even forgets you have a boyfriend, he’s like ‘y’r going where? to whose? who tf is that?’

nanami: oh boy, he’s got highhhh standards. he’s keeping track of every mistake. doesn’t take his shoes off, wears ill-fitting clothes, tries to call him by his first name, doesn’t have a firm handshake etc etc. interrogates him about his education, his hobbies, attitudes to family, and ambitions

sukuna: tests him with curses. you end up going through a lot of boyfriends because they all keep dying. he’s not trying to kill them, he just wants to make sure your partner is someone deserving of you. once someone does earn his respect, he’s very chill and acts all buddy buddy actually but don’t ever get complacent because he will eat your boyfriend if he fucks up at any point

[mywritersmind]

WE’RE LIVE. - LN4

summary : he tries to kiss you on camera, just some bits of you two at the f1 live event with cute couple vibes.

listen up : i kinda hate this. short but cute!

words : 730

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“I’m reporting live from the first annual F1 launch event! I’m so excited to be interviewing and speaking to all of your favorite drivers and influences in the sport!” My smile is award winning, my posture straight, and my dress perfectly fitting my body.

I’m so distracted by Lewis Hamilton arriving that I don’t even see the bomb running up to me. I’m met with Lando Norris’ smiling face, coming straight for me.

He’s coming straight for a kiss I realize and dodge him immediately. His lips collide with my cheek as a small laugh breaks out of me, “Norris!” I eye him, his eyes a bit dimmer after my block, “We’re live!” My words slip out as his eyes widen.

In a second, his confused face turns to a masked smile, “And I'm so glad we are!” His eyes catch mine again, making me smile softly. He looks good, like really good.

In a suit, his shirt unbuttoned, and his hair perfectly curled, he looks like a disney prince. One that’s smiling at me in that slow easy way he does.

“You got questions for me, little miss reporter, or are you just gonna stare?” He’s such an idiot for saying that live, the media will eat him alive, but I'll kiss him until he can’t breathe so he’ll ignore it.

“I would say I'm surprised you’re here but we all know you love an opportunity to dress up.” I hold my microphone tight in my hand.

He tilts it towards him to answer, “Well, I heard you were gonna be here and had to look my best.” Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. It makes me smile anyway.

“Stop flirting with the reporter, Lando!” A voice calls out from the red carpet, we both turn to see Lando’s other half and his girlfriend.

Oscar Piastri is quiet, but never around us.

Lando tries to lean into me but I push him away gently, “You want me to ask you the real questions or would you like to greet your twin?”

He turns back to me, his hands in his pockets, “I’d like to keep talking to you.”

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He finds me again in the hallway. I've been searching for the entrance after going to the restroom and getting completely lost.

“You look edible.” Is what the romantic and heartthrob, Lando Norris, says to me just as his hand meets my waist and he pulls me in.

“That is not earning you a kiss.” I put my hand on his chest as that same cheeky grin arrives.

He pulls me in a bit tighter, whispering in my ear, “You look fucking beautiful, Y/n. You always do.” That, earns him a kiss.

He pulls away which doesn’t happen often, “I can’t believe you dodged me earlier!” I laugh and push him away, walking ahead as I hear his dress shoes on the tile. “Can’t a guy kiss his girlfriend on live television?”

“Can’t a girl do her job and not get fired?” I look at him and am not at all surprised when I see his soft smile and stunning eyes shimmer.

“I love you.” He slips his hand into mine in such a soft and honest way that it makes me blush. “I love that you love your job and I love that you get to be here with me and I really love that dress on you.”

I roll my eyes at the last bit as if I don’t know he’s going to be the one taking it off of me tonight. “I love you too. Even if I have to be surrounded by orange every day of my life-”

He scoffs, “Hey! It’s-”

“If you say papaya I might slap you.”

“Can’t mess up my face before I go on stage love…” there’s a glint in his eye now, “But you can mark me all you’d like later.”

I kiss him again. Because we’re alone and because I truly love this complete fool of a man.

“Go change, Papaya man.” I drop his hand when I see the entrance, “But make sure to come home in that suit.” I wink as he raises a brow.

He doesn’t let me go until he kisses me one last time, just outside the doors to his whole world, and perfectly private for us.

[hitoshitoshi]

I Love You More Than You Know [Caleb X Fem!Reader 18+]

CW: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, smut, dubcon, dubious morality, training, incest, praise, rough to soft sex, abandonment issues, angst, grinding, cunnilingus, oral sex, inappropriate use of EVOL -- DO NOT READ IT IF YOU'RE NOT INTO DEAD DOVE FICS. You've been warned.

Summary: Big bro Caleb's a big meanie in bed and he uses his evol on his cute little sister!

WC: 1257 words.

“Oh fuck, baby… just like that.”

Caleb’s eyes rolled back as he groaned, his voice was husky and rough against your ear as he pressed the tip of your cock against your folds—the fabric of your cute little panties damp and clinging to you. He could see the outline of his cock through the thin material that was glistening more and more with each rut of his hips. He wanted to rip the fabric away—to bury himself deep inside of you and to feel your cunny clench around him.  Caleb closed his eyes as his breath hitched. He smeared his pre-cum against your cunny as his fat tip caught onto your entrance as he gripped your hips and dug his fingers into your soft flesh, bending you over as he kept grinding against you.

There was something so hot about all of this—something that turned Caleb on so much… but he couldn’t pinpoint what it was exactly that made his tip leak so much. Was it how you were so pliant under him while he was bending you in half? Or was it the fact that you were letting out the sweetest mewls while your face was flushed—all wet and ready for him? 

Or was it because even after all these years of fucking you—training his dear little sister’s cunny to take each and every inch of him, training you to seek that pleasure high, and teaching you to depend on him and him only to get you off and getting wet to the sight of them—that he’s finally made the perfect cockslut for him.

—-

It definitely wasn’t easy at first, you were so young and innocent—he had to plan it al out perfectly so that you were addicted to him at first touch; so much so that you would need him like your body depended on it to live.

Caleb was so gente,  whispering sweet nothings in your ear, making sure that it was both intimate and light, making you giggle with each soft kiss that he pressed upon your skin. He wanted to make it so that your giggles turned into begging—begging him to touch you so that it would just be your big brother Caleb doing you a favor. He was just making you feel good, so why would he ever get into trouble if he was just helping his sweet little sister out, right? 

If only you saw through your fluttering eyes—the smirk on Caleb’s face the first time he kissed your cunny; how you let out the prettiest whimper; your hips subconsciously bucking up to meet his lips—that’s when he knew he had you hooked.

Caleb hummed against your clit, “Mmm, that feels good, right?” He chuckled as he felt another roll of your hips against his lips as he continued, “Such a good girl… yeah? Your big brother’ll make you feel so good… Just promise not to tell anyone, okay? They’ll be jealous of us and won’t let up play anymore, and you don’t want that, right?”

Before you could even shake your head no, Caleb reeled it in even more as he hooked your thighs tighter around his neck. Caleb alternated between flattening his tongue and flicking it against your clit as he lapped at your sopping wet pussy like a starving man that hasn’t eaten in days. He knew he won when he heard your innocent breathy whines… whines that promised him that you wouldn’t tell anyone and how you wanted to feel whatever pleasure he made you feel even more.

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“Mmfh.. Please, ah-please, Caleb… wan-” You let out desperate whines as you tried lifting your hips up so that Caleb’s cock could finally sink into your ready pussy after sooo long of him just fucking his cock between your lips. But unfortunately, it was futile because your big bro Caleb was just so big and strong that he held you bent in half, not letting you do anything. 

Caleb let out an ‘aw’ as he tapped his cockhead against your clit, letting out an amused huff as he mocked you, “‘Wan?’ C’mon, use your big girl words. ‘m not givin’ you what you ‘wan’ unless you tell me it.”

He was always like this—so mean to you whenever you two were in bed. Sometimes it made you question what happened to the Caleb outside of bed. Caleb would always spoil you with whatever you want, so why was it that he was always so, so mean at times like these?!

“Caleb! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I don’t need you to get me off y’know?” You whined as you tried batting at Caleb’s arm, until you couldn’t.

You shouldn’t have said that.

Not at all.

Caleb suddenly used his evol to keep you exactly in the position he wanted you in; legs stuck on top of his shoulders with your arms  stuck on top of the bed, unable to lift anything up. There was a shift in Caleb’s eyes—one that you’ve barely seen fully; it was a look that told you that you probably should’ve listened to him and told him what you wanted instead of resorting to being childish… but you couldn’t help it. You were hot and needy and he should’ve been a good big brother and given you what he’s always given you. His cock. 

But unfortunately for you, the words have already left your lips, and all the air was knocked out of your lungs as Caleb sunk his cock sharply into your cunny. You wanted him deep inside of you, right? And that’s what you got. His pace was relentless as he thrusted deeply as he closed his eyes, letting out quiet grunts as he just concentrated on fucking you. 

He was too deep into his mind to even enjoy the moans and the feeling of you wrapped around him. He hated what you said—truly. The thought of you hating him… the thought of you not needing him anymore… It terrified him. He couldn’t imagine life without his dear little sister, and the thought of you needing someone else—replacing him with someone else—Caleb gritted his teeth as he thrusted harder into you. 

Caleb desperately smashed his lips against yours, murmuring against your lips as his balls slapped your ass, “You don’t mean that, right? That you hate me and that you don’t need me?” 

Anyone in the world would see Caleb’s questions as something someone would ask before the other would get punished in bed, but you knew otherwise, even though you were completely blissed out, unable to say anything other than to shake your head from side to side, signalling to Caleb that your answer was a no. You loved your big brother a lot and knew that this was a moment of vulnerability. A side that only you got the privilege to see, and you weren’t about to ruin what the two of you had just because you were joking.

Caleb visibly relaxed once he got confirmation that you weren’t serious. He thrusted his hips faster as he was finally able to focus on the pleasure that you gave him. His desperate kiss turned soft and he gently caressed your lips with his tongue, his hips stilling as he came deep inside of your cunny. You needed him just as much as he needed you, and he would do anything for you.

Anything at all.

“I love you more than you know.”

A/N: First dead dove fic :3 Anyways, it's been a longgg long time since I've posted a fanfic, and I just had to go all out, really. Life's been busy, but I hope you all are doing well <3. Feel free to follow my twitter if you'd like if you wanna be moots!

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[saturnscafe]

can i request a bit of a reverse scenario, where the reader is the monster and the partner is the human?

͙˚ ༘✶To Much? | Human x Vampire Reader (Fem)

A/N: I took me forever to think of what I wanted to do because I had so many ideas. So I hope you enjoy this! Also sorry for any spelling mistakes I didn’t proof read lol.

Smut Below

He let out a whimper as you drank from him. Sinking those sharp fangs into his soft flesh always made both of your heads spin. Your body on top of his pressed against him as you took what you wanted. His hands gripped at your hips as moans left his parted lips.

He rutted his hips up against you, his hardening cock becoming painfully strained in his shorts. “You’re already so needy just from me biting you, pathetic” you scoffed.

Your hand ran down his body slapping at his cock slightly. He groaned head falling backwards. “Please- I’ll be good-“ he begged.

You thought for a second before moving your body upwards. Your glistening cunt on full display hovering over his face. “Make me cum and I’ll think about it” you said before letting yourself move down putting your full weight onto him. He quickly got to work, nibbling at your clit before pushing his tongue deep inside you.

“That’s it- put that mouth to a better use” you said as you tangled your hands through his hair. “Make me cum and you’ll get a reward” you chuckled lightly. You grinned your hips against his mouth, his nose brushing against your clit.

“Mm- need- need you” you whined. His tongue licked up your folds biting a bit rough at your clit before sucking it to ease any pain. His hands found there way to your hips gripping at them tightly as he pulled you to his face as close as possible.

Your head fell back his tongue making you see stars. You could see out of the corner of eye a spot forming on his pants from the amount of precum leaking. “Gonna cum just- just from eating me out? So pathetic” you said trying to keep your mocking tone.

He shook his head “no- no- gonna- fuck gonna cum inside you” he stammered out.

“You sure?” You said leaning back touching his sensitive cock. He let out one of the most desperate moans you’ve ever heard.

“Y/n- don’t” he begged.

“And why not?” You smirked back before you started to stroke him.

You lifted your body from him turning yourself into a different position. You took his cock finally freeing it from its confinements. He groaned, bucking his hips into your touch. “So needy” you sighed. You moved your head down lips pressing to his muscular thighs. Your lips turned into a wicked smile before sinking your fangs into them. You knew this was one of his weak spots.

His hips bucked franticly his tongue still working on your dripping cunt. He couldn’t take it anymore. Not when he was so close, not when he could feel his body becoming weak from your feedings. He gripped your thighs hosting you off of him before manhandling you into position. Before you could say anything or even process what was going on he had you under him. Pushing himself into you quickly. He let out a loud desperate moan. His cock nestled into you so perfectly.

Sadly, from all the teasing as soon as he pushed into your tight walls he was cumming. He felt like he could cry from pleasure finally releasing not caring it was so fast.

“You think you can just do what you want?” You growled. Pushing him backwards, his body hit the bed. You quickly got on top of him once more, now straddling his body. You took his still semi hard cock pushing it back inside you. He cried out being way too sensitive from cumming. You started riding him quickly knowing it would drive him crazy.

You moved up and down your hands pinning his above his head. “You can’t even make me cum but think you can just get yourself off? Let’s see how many times you can cum then” you threatened. You rode him for hours both of you cumming multiple times. Your body’s sweaty, yours now pressed against his. You let your fangs sink into his neck once more sucking harshly as you rode out the most intense orgasm for both of you.

He was cumming hard, dumping all of his warmth one last time inside you with the countless others. You moved from his neck blood smeared on your lips before kissing him lovingly. “You alright?” You asked against his lips.

He nodded “y-yeah- let me- let me get a drink and we can keep going” he said breathily.

“How about we take a break? Food and shower? Sound good?”

“Sounds- sounds great” he replied.

As he tried to get up his body wobbled, legs feeling like jelly. “Did I take too much?” You asked.

He shook his head quickly “it’s not the blood- I don’t think I’ve ever cum that much before” he admitted.

“So I guess I’ll have to break the record at some point?” You joked. But he knew you would and he’d love it.

[mrrharper]

Enforcing The Bro Code

Trent was livin’ the high life. Living in the best frat house on campus, with the best bros on campus, partying hard and working out all day. Life was good for Trent, especially with his best bro around. Colt was a party animal and a damn good lifter, which made him a perfect brah to keep around.

There was only one issue. Colt was gay. Of course, Trent has no issue with that, he wasn’t some dumb homophobic asshole, duh. But still, there was something weird about a frat bro, especially a jacked bro like Colt, to not be thinking of pussy every day, right? Every time he mentioned going on a Grindr hook up or commenting about ”that one hot bro” that attended their gym, Trent cringed a bit. This didn’t fit with his view of the frat bro life. Of course, many bros fucked around with each other from time to time, but they didn’t talk about it, didn’t boast about sticking a dick into another dude’s ass. That was like, against the bro code and stuff. In the end though, Trent’s loyalty to his best bro was more important, so he didn’t say anything.

Although.

A while after Colt’s coming out, Trent began wondering. He wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed and he knew that - his brain was made for football and lifting, not for complex analytical thought, but he started thinking if there was any way to gently nudge Colt to follow the supreme rule of the bro code, no homo bro. His bro wasn’t the smartest guy in the frat house either, a textbook example of a meathead, so maybe if he just showed him the true purpose of a bro, Colt would adjust and conform to the standard. Yeah, he’d show him some great pussy and get his brain into straight mode! Trent would just need to wait for the best moment to strike, when Colt’s mind would be the most malleable.

The opportunity came one evening when Colt and Trent were coming back from a party some hockey bros threw at their place. Colt was visibly drunk and talking about the most random shit while leaning on Trent for support. As they neared their house Trent studied Colt and when they came to the door a plan quickly formed in his mind. He maneuvered Colt through the door, but instead of guiding him to his room, Trent grabbed his best bro and took him to his own bedroom. There he grabbed a chair from his desk and put it in the middle of the room, then asked Colt to sit in it. The drunk jock obediently followed the suggestion and sat down, grinning like an idiot with a bit of drool leaking from his mouth.

”kay, bruh, what am gonna do is a bit extreme, but it’s for yer own good, ya get me brah?” Trent looked into Colt’s eyes and the other bro nodded his head and chuckled. “so like, just stay here, don’t panic n’ let me do my thing” Trent then turned around and grabbed a football helmet, which he put onto Colt’s head. The helmet had seen better days and had a smelled faintly of sweat, but this was what Trent wanted - to get Colt’s brain surrounded by manly shit so that the whole process could go smoother.

Next, Trent finished the setup for his bro’s realignment. He put a laptop in front of Colt’s face and loaded the first video. It was some random gay porn, copied from the first link Trent stumbled upon cause like, he wasn’t gay or anythin’ so he couldn’t go any further than that. A pair of guys appeared on screen, a hunk fucking some twin into the mattress and Colt seemed really into it, which was, for now, good. Trent’s plan was going to work. His bro was getting agitated by the experience, his cock hardening under his gym shorts and he began grinding his hand against it.

”Nah dude” Trent jumped up to him and grabbed his hand. “Ya can’t do it yet. Gotta wait for the right time dude” He let the video play for a few more moments, making sure that Colt was hard and horny. When he was absolutely sure this was the case he quickly swapped the porn for one of his favorite vids of a bro type guy eating out a chick with awesome tits. As the sound of female moans filled the room, Trent grabbed Colt’s hand again and put it on the visible bulge in his shorts.

“That’s the stuff ya should jack off too, bro. Cause like, no homo. Right bro?” Colt didn’t respond with words, but he grunted and started once again grinding his hand over his hard cock. For a moment at least. Because a minute later he looked at Trent with a furrowed brow.

”bruuuuuuuuh, like… no chick…. that vid… before…. hooooot brah”

Trent groaned. Fuck, he didn’t expect things to go perfectly smooth, but still… damn. But he was going to survive this. It was all gonna still work out in the end. Trent went back to the gay vid for a moment, which woke up Colt’s dick. But as the other bro kept jacking off, Trent leaned over next to him and started whispering with a stern tone of voice.

”dude, ya see this shit? so fuckin’ gay. not like us bro, nah, we’re real bros, and ya know dude, no homo bro. yer a real jacked bro, and no jacked bro looks at gay shit. like man, no homo bro, ya get me, right dude?” As he kept talking, Trend once again switched the video playing on the laptop, going back to the bro destroying a chick’s pussy with his mouth, then moving onto good ol’ fucking. To assure that Colt didn’t relapse, Trent held his bro’s hand to make sure the other jock kept jacking off while also checking that his eyes stayed glued to the screen. All throughout this he kept talking to Colt, improvising a hypno-sounding mantra, repeating the sacred phrase “no homo, bro” over and over again.

”Yeah dude, look at this shit, look at that bruh destroyin’ that wet pussy. cause like ya ain’t no homo, bro, and ya see how fuckin hot this shit is. this ain’t none of that homo shit, nah, this is prime alpha bro stuff, right here dude.”

That seemed to lead to results. Colt’s enthusiasm didn’t disappear after Trent switched back to straight porn, and his dick was just as hard as before. After a while Trent’s help was no longer necessary as Colt sloppily took off his shorts and was now jerking off at full blast. Trent kept on going with his whispers to keep Colt in that trance-like state for as long as possible, all with the goal of getting Colt’s dick to understand the message - that a bro could only get turned on by pussy.

The whole process lasted for an hour. Trent came prepared, with a whole playlist of the hottest vids he knew of so that Colt’s horny bro brain could be overwhelmed with images of straight sex, of a real bro like him doing the only proper thing - sticking his cock into a hot chick’s pussy.

Around halfway through the fifth clip it finally happened. Colt came, covering his Under Armour briefs with his cum, while watching straight porn. Trent fist-pumped in the air and clapped Colt on the back.

”fuck yeah dude, now ya know how good it feels to be a normal bro, not any of that homo shit” He chuckled as he saw his best bro look at him with a confused look. “kay, ya pussyhound, let’s get ya to yer room” Trent grabbed his friend and helped him walk over to his bedroom, where he collapsed onto his bed still wearing the sum-stained boxer briefs.

So the plan seemed to be working. Now Trent just had to make sure that his “session” with Colt had the desired long-term effect. And the first signs were quite promising. Colt hadn’t mentioned hooking up with a guy at all over the following week, which was unusual for him, as he was one horny bastard and was usually very eager to share stories of his sexual conquests or general comments about how much he needed to fuck a random guy. Now, there was none of that and when prompted, Colt just avoided the topic, seemingly surprised it even came up.

The big break came about two weeks later when Trent mentioned going to bed with a girl from a sorority house close to them and Colt commented that he’d do the exact same thing if he had the chance. This was huge. Trent’s best bro finally joining in on the banter about hot chicks. It didn’t stop there. From that point on the frequency of comments from Colt concerning his sex drive returned to normal but they were now all concerned with women. And when Trent heard from another frat bro that Colt hooked up with a chick from the cheerleading team he officially confirmed success. His best bro was now fully aligned with the bro code. Fuck yeah dude!

no homo, bruh!

[ekingston]

also on ao3.

“Would you stop fondling my boobs?” Lena hisses, watching as a man nearly wanders into traffic staring at what looks like Lena Luthor, elbow-deep in her own cleavage. He swerves, promptly face-planting into a lamp post when he sees Supergirl herself slap Lena’s hand away. “We’re in public,” Lena reminds her.

“Ouch,” Kara yelps. “Gentle!”

“Sorry,” Lena says. But she only feels a little bad, because at least Kara is now cradling her arm instead of getting Lena arrested for indecent exposure.

Kara is still squirming when Lena checks them in, the receptionist beaming at her in a way Lena has never been beamed at before. Dr. Sattler’s ready for them. Kara gives Lena a last, panicked look, and then she takes the therapist’s offered hand and introduces herself.

“Lena Luthor,” Kara tells Dr. Sattler with a lopsided grin. “Good to meet you.”

“And Supergirl,” Dr. Sattler says, turning to Lena, her gaze briefly flitting down at the S on Lena’s chest. “How wonderful you managed to finally come in.”

Kara flops down onto the couch with a grateful sigh, the skirt of her dress gapping immodestly as she kicks off Lena’s heels. Lena nudges her legs to close them, annoyed. The injustice of Kara getting to act as if she wants to be here. As if she hasn’t been avoiding this visit for months.

(Do we really need to do this? Kara had asked Lena just this morning. Kara’s gaze had been a cross-eyed, sparkling green as Lena applied her eyeliner with a trembling, freckled hand.

Lena had growled in response, knowing even the barest bit of unintentional pressure could blind her for life. We’re not going to cancel just because we’re wearing each other’s bodies, Kara. Hold still.

I bet you’d look good with an eyepatch, Kara had breathed, after which Lena had given up on the endeavor altogether.)

“Your work must keep you busy,” the therapist says magnanimously.

Lena huffs out a laugh. “You can say that again.” And when the Dr. looks at her, curious, “Being a superhero and all that. Always off saving the world!”

“That goes for both of us,” Kara points out. “You—I—don’t even make it to bed, most nights.” And then, softer, “Even when you tell me you’ll wait up.”

“I wish I wouldn’t.” Lena turns to the therapist and explains, “I eat when I’m bored. She comes home to a bed full of crumbs. Who wants to have sex when the sheets are littered with bits of Captain Crunch?”

Dr. Sattler opens her mouth to answer, but Kara doesn’t give her the chance. “Maybe I could make an effort not to be such a neat freak,” she pouts.

Lena’s eyes flash. “Maybe I could make an effort to wash my hands after I use the bathroom,” she snaps back.

Kara sits up. “You do!” she shouts. “You’re just quick about it!”

Lena sighs. “The laws of nature don’t work that way, darling.”

Kara makes a face Lena vows never to make again if she ever gets her body back. “I leave my hair in the shower.”

Lena snorts. “I wash it down the drain. That’s worse.”

“But you fix it!” Kara looks at her with Lena's own wide, pleading eyes. “That’s how—how you show love. By fixing things.”

“Wrong,” Lena flings back. “I break them, so I can feel needed.”

Kara blinks at her, looking hurt.

“That’s.” Dr. Sattler pauses for a moment. “Some very impressive self-reflection,” she decides.

Lena smiles at her, glad they’re getting somewhere.

Kara looks from the therapist to Lena, her blood red lips—easier than eyeliner—pinching together with uncanny chagrin. “I faked my own kidnapping to get out of her family’s Thanksgiving,” she accuses darkly.

Lena sniffs. “I have a codependent relationship with my sister.”

Kara gasps. Dr. Sattler’s eyes widen. Lena arches an eyebrow with considerable effort.

“Oh yeah?” Kara sputters. “Well,” she flails, her nostrils flaring. “You—" she takes a deep breath. "I have mommy issues.”

Oh, fuck no. That's too far. “You do not,” Lena squawks.

"No?" Kara cocks her jaw in a way that makes Lena feel, for the first time, a little sorry for the men she’s similarly stared down. “Let’s find out,” Kara says with the smallest of smirks, and then she retrieves, horribly, from Lena’s purse, Lena’s phone.

“You wouldn’t,” Lena whispers, her heart stopping.

Kara jumps up with surprising agility, dancing out of Lena’s reach. “This’ll just take a second,” she promises Dr. Sattler. “Hello? Mother?”

Lena scrambles over to the other end of the couch, practically throwing herself across the room in an effort to get to Kara.

“No reason,” Kara croons into the phone, grinning as she maneuvers herself away from Lena’s grasp. An elaborately painted and unfortunately placed vase isn’t so lucky. “Just calling to say hey,” Kara says. “It’s been a while, huh?”

Lena really should have taken Kara up on her offer to help Lena master her power of flight. “Don’t make me hurt you,” she yells.

“It is!” Kara sing-songs. “Still going strong, yup. Which is why I called! We were wondering—”

“Don’t you dare,” Lena hisses, clawing for Kara’s shoulder and exploding a couch cushion instead.

“—how would you feel about coming to our wedding?”

Lena freezes, flecks of stuffing falling around them like snow.

“Excellent!” Kara chirps. “We'll see you there.”

Dr. Sattler clears her throat. “I don’t think you two have anything to worry about,” she says. “Your communication style is—unique, but obviously effective.”

Kara beams at her as they're leaving, wearing a deeply pleased expression Lena didn’t even think her face was capable of making. “You really should start wearing more comfortable bras,” she says, rolling her shoulders. “Also maybe take up yoga.”

Lena hums. “You’ve never had any complaints before.”

Kara stops and stares at her, aghast. "Is that what I look like when I'm coming on to you?"

Lena grins at her. "Why do you think I'm marrying you?"

Kara giggles.

- - -

This was written for the multi fandom (and original!) flash fiction challenge, using the prompts ‘established relationship’, ‘at a therapist’s office’, ‘body swap’ and ‘an eyepatch’. You should give it a whirl!

[amostimprobabledream]

When blood runs warm (Law x Reader)

Okay okay so I've only been watching One Piece for a few months, I don't know WHY I'm writing for a character I haven't even properly met in the anime yet but unfortunately Law is very much my type, sooo...here this is, excuse me. Also available on Ao3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/63259555

There had always been something about the ocean that comforted you. The way the waves roll in and out like breaths, the call of gulls overhead, the smell of it. It’s hard to describe, but you’ve always associated it with relaxation.

But that was before.

You sat on a deckchair, holding a book up to your face. You can’t really say that you’re ‘reading’ because you’re not. None of the words on the paperback clenched in your hands are sinking into your brain.

Partly it’s to do with the noise.

You know the group, you’re closest to Nami since she’s your co-worker, but her friends have dropped into your office to pick her up for after work drinks or meet her for lunch that you were familiar with their faces long before she started inviting you to join her. But even with being well aware of Luffy’s eating habits or Zoro and Sanji’s passionate dislike of one another and so on, but on the beach it’s like somebody took the dial of their volume and turned it all the way up. Right now they’re busy trying to set up a volleyball game and arguing about who is on what time and if the net is secured and whatever else people can possibly find to disagree about volleyball before you even start playing it.

But the other reason?

Is also sitting on a deckchair a few feet away.

You’ve met more people thanks to Nami – as much as she has a bit of a temper on her, you can’t deny she’s also a very sociable person and friends of her friends are also friends. Apparently, the guy sitting near you is called Law and he’s a “friend” (though he insisted otherwise) of Luffy’s, which caused some raised eyebrows since Luffy is goofy and happy-go-lucky and Law is…not.

He's also fucking gorgeous. Dark ruffled hair with some scruff on his chin and he’s well-built – apparently, he’s a doctor but he has to spend some time in the gym to have a torso like that. Even more intriguing is the tattoo spanning across his pecs, some kind of symbol in the middle though you’re not quite sure what it is. He has some on the backs of his hands too but you’re too far away to read the words.

He also seems completely disinterested in everyone around him running around in skimpy bathing suits, instead frowning down at some thick-looking book in his hands that could well be a medical textbook. You don’t know anybody who would sit reading a medical textbook at the beach, but since Law is acting like he was dragged here at gunpoint, you wouldn’t put it past him.

You turn a page, shifting in your deckchair. You should be enjoying yourself more than you are, but you feel a little self-conscious. Though you’ve gotten to know Nami’s friends, you’re still not one of them and you don’t want to make a total ass out of yourself by barging in on what they’re doing. Plus, jiggling around trying to smack a ball sounds like a recipe for disaster.

You want to say something to Law, strike up some kind of conversation. But he looks both irritable, hot and also engrossed in whatever it is he’s reading. Wait, no, that’s three things. Still, you know there’s nothing more annoying than someone interrupting you when you’ve gotten to the good part of a book with “What are you reading?!”

So you sit there in the shade, wavering in indecision, watching Zoro spike a volleyball directly into Sanji’s face and the blonde spit a truly impressive stream of vitriolic swearing back. A smirk tugs at your lips. Some things stay constant, which is reassuring.

Luffy has much less compunction with bothering Law than you do, and approaches with a grin.

“Hey, Traffy! We need another player! Come and play!” he demands, like a kid on the playground.

“You don’t need me.” Law counters, not even looking up from his book. “You have enough people.”

“Yeah but Usopp said he thinks he’s got sun stroke or whatever so he’s sitting the next one out.” Luffy pouts. “C’moooon, don’t be so boring!”

Both of you know he won’t drop this until Law agrees, so he heaves himself to his feet with a sigh, like it’s costing him a great amount of energy to do so. Though you’re disappointed he’s walking away, you take a moment to enjoy the sight of his muscular back and narrow, grabbable little waist as he follows after a bouncing Luffy.

Maybe now you can actually concentrate on this novel now you’re no longer being distracted. But no sooner do you settle onto your side and flick the page again, still not particularly taking what’s happening in, when you heard footsteps scuffing the sand and glance up.

“Hey, are you done tanning?” you ask Nami with amusement.

“Not quite, but I’m taking a break. You’re not going to hide in the shade all day, are you?” Nami teases. “C’mon, let’s go check out some of those tide pools.”

You smile. That does sound kind of fun, and you know she likes her gemstones.

“Sure, why not?”

You toss the book back onto the lounger and follow after Nami. You were starting to get a little chilly sitting in the shade anyway. You follow her across the soft white sands, taking in the expanse of sea, the clear blue of the skies, and feel a surge of invigoration rush through you. So what if you can’t bring yourself to talk to Nami’s hot acquaintance? You’re not working and hanging out with a bunch of people at the beach on a beautiful day. It could be worse.

The tide is starting to come back in, slowly but surely, and you make sure to keep an eye on it as you and Nami scramble over the rocks, peering into the little tidepools, though there’s not much in them besides some confused fish or the occasional crab.

“Oh, look! I think I see a starfish!” Nami says.

“Really? Show me!”

Nami’s enthusiasm is infectious and it’s nice to be doing something other than just sitting there. It's only a bit later that you realise you’ve both wandered away from the shore considerably, and now the tide is starting to return – it’s crept past the rocky outcrops and is sloshing around knee-height where you are.

“Hey, come on, let’s head back, the tide’s getting further in!” Nami calls to you from where she is, scrambling nimbly down the rock.

You descend more slowly and follow her, wading through a tangle of seaweed that brushes over your skin.

“I’m coming, hang on a second!” you say. “Nobody can run through water, y’know!”

Your feet keep sinking into the soft, wet sand beneath you as you follow after Nami back towards the shore, where the volleyball game is still going on with ferocity-

Pain.

Pain lances through your body like a shock of electricity. Right at the bottom of your foot, something sharp had pierced the flesh and you let out an involuntary cry, the saltwater stinging where the pain had bloomed, which stings like a bastard. Tears well in your eyes and you freeze, not wanting to aggravate whatever had just happened.

“Why are you just standing there? Hellooo?”

Oh fuck, you hadn’t accidentally stepped on something poisonous sea creature that had been struggling against the waves, had you? Nausea grips you at the thought. It couldn’t be a jellyfish, they don’t usually just sit at the bottom of the sea waiting to be trod on…

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Nami’s voice comes to you, urgency and concern blending together as she waded closer. Her eyes flick down and she flinches. “Oh my god!”

Blood has blossomed from the cut around where your leg disappears into the choppy waters, unable to see your foot thanks to the sediment stirred up by the lapping waves and your own footsteps. Your heel is throbbing, tremours of pain snaking up your body from your leg upwards. Your other leg wobbles as you shift most of your weight to it, you’d lift your foot but you don’t want to spill any more blood into the sea if you can help it.

“Shit,” says Zoro from his spot, eloquently.

By now everyone who was playing the game has stopped too, much to your dismay, but the red circling you isn’t exactly something you can hide.

“Quick, we need to get her a first aid kit!” Sanji says, beginning to shrug off his little short-sleeved hoodie.

But before he can heroically rescue you from the cruel ocean, he’s almost literally pushed aside by another figure, swirled in dark ink and with an equally dark scowl on his face.

All you can do is stare up at him like a deer in headlights as Law stalks towards you, the waves sloshing around his legs. His eyes flick down to the redness swirling about you and you’re grateful he’s able to maintain a poker face, you don’t want to see how bad it is reflected clearly in his expression.

“What happened?” he asks, and in a different situation you might have taken the opportunity to admire the thick, dark tattoos writ large across his muscular chest. His voice is urgent but controlled – you instinctively recognise it as his “doctor voice”.

“I don’t know, I was walking and suddenly there was a sharp pain and then my foot was bleeding.” You say, goosebumps breaking out across your flesh and you have the peculiar urge to cover yourself up, now feeling vulnerable in just a bikini. “It probably looks worse than it is.”

You have no idea if that’s the case, but it’s something you’ve heard people say about injuries before, and it sounds good, business-like and professional. You’ve got this, you’re not freaking out and panicking and causing a scene and-

“I’ll be the judge of that.” Law says, shortly.

Just as you’re about to rue the fact you’ve already managed to annoy him and you’ve barely even spoken to him, suddenly Law is right beside you. Without a word, he bends and wraps one arm around your back and the other hooks behind your knees. With a squeak, he suddenly just casually lifts you up out of the water. With your foot previously buried in the sand, it stings anew as it makes contact with the salt water, and you hiss between your teeth. Blood drips into the ocean, the bottom of your foot coated in it. You see a droplet of it, vivid red as a ruby, fall from the ball of your foot, flashing maliciously for a split second in the dying sunset. Your body shudders, both from suddenly being pulled from the water and the pain.

“You’re alright,” Law says to you in a far more soothing tone than before – you feel it rumbling through his chest. “I’ve got you.”

He's just saying it so you don’t freak out and struggle, you know that, it’s probably a part of medical training to keep patients as calm as possible, but even with that logical explanation in your mind, you can’t stop the pulse of pleasure him saying that to you in his smooth, deep voice.

“Shit, that looks bad.” Sanji says. You notice he looks a little irritated at the sight of Law carrying you out of the sea like some kind of bodice-ripped novel cover – no doubt he’d have liked to do it himself.

“Sanji!” Nami scolds him.

“It’s okay, it doesn’t even hurt much.” You lie – it hurts a lot, but Luffy, Zoro and the others are also staring at you and you’d probably tell them you were fine if your leg was falling off it meant you could stop being the centre of attention, because this is so embarrassing.

Law scoffs, as if he knows you’re lying, and strides down the beach with you, like you weigh nothing at all and he does this sort of thing all the time. If it wasn’t for the bolts of pain lancing up your leg every second, you’d be appreciating how nice being carried by him is – he’s a natural.

“Oi, make yourself useful,” he calls over his shoulder. “Someone go to my car and get the first aid kit. My keys are in my jacket pocket.”

He sets you down on a vacant deckchair, sitting and propping your foot in his lap so it doesn’t get any sand in the cut. You grimace as blood mixed with water drips onto both the lounger and the fabric of his board shorts, but Law doesn’t bat an eyelid. You suppose he must be used to this kind of thing.

Luffy brings him the medical kit, peering curiously at your foot.

“Didja see anything when you got hurt?” he asked, tilting his head.

“No, the water was too murky.” You reply, watching as Law flips open the box and begins rooting around for bandages.

“Huh. I’m gonna go see if I can find anything!”

Luffy runs off, like a dog chasing a frisbee, and you’re relieved everyone else seem to have decided it best to let Law do his thing and resume what they were doing. It was making you uneasy having so many eyes on you, over something as annoying and inconvenient as this.

Law inspects the cut before he begins cleaning the blood off the bottom of your foot. His touch is surprisingly gentle, and you watch him quietly, aware of how warm his hands are on you, his fingers strong against the smaller bones of your feet. He sprays the area of the cut with disinfectant, which stings but you don’t even flinch – cutting it hurt far worse.

“Lie back and stick your foot up.” He instructs. “It’ll lessen the blood flow.”

“Do you think I’ll need stitches?” you ask as you do as he says, unable to keep a tinge of misery out of your tone. You don’t want the last part of what was otherwise a fun day to be ruined by being whisked to the emergency room.

“We’ll see if the bleeding stops,” Law replies, and his voice is so sure and confident that you immediately feel slightly better. “If it doesn’t, then yes. But hopefully it won’t come to that. Let’s get you bandaged.”

“At least it wasn’t a jellyfish.” You say dryly.

He gives a soft huff that might have been a laugh, and you can’t stop the bubble of pleasure that you said something that amused him, it feels like a victory. Law reaches into his first aid kit and plucks out a roll of bandages, before he gently takes your foot. His hands feel warm, and you can’t help but notice how nice they are. Strong fingers, tattoos on the backs of them. You can’t properly make out what they are with the light in your face, but they look pleasing whatever it is.

He starts bandaging up your foot and you can’t help but hiss a bit at the pressure on your feet, the bandages quickly staining red, throwing your mind to blood on snow. You realise belatedly that you were holding your breath.

“Just hold still a bit longer, there’s a good girl.” Law says, not looking at you but his eyes on his hands as he makes sure the bandages are secured.

Once again, your body seems to have other priorities, and a spike of arousal hits you like a punch to the gut. You’re very much glad that any twitch or odd reaction to that can easily be attributed to being in pain or simply responding to having someone you don’t know well touching your feet. Still, the words roll around inside your head, good girl, good girl.

“Sorry, this is probably the last thing you wanted to be doing at the beach.” You say.

“I’m not exactly a beach kind of guy, so this is hardly some great loss.” Law grunts as he works. “Anyway, I’m glad I was here, it’s always better to have someone around who has proper medical knowledge.”

“Still, that must be kind of inconvenient.” You muse. “Always having to be on alert in case someone gets hurt and needs help, even if you’re supposed to be on your own time. It’s not like if somebody steals a handbag, suddenly an off-duty lawyer is called to prosecute. Or if someone faints from hunger, if you’re a chef standing nearby, you’re not meant to just whip out a grill and serve him lobster or something.”

Law looks at you like you’re a complete idiot and you instantly shut up, blushing. God, you must either sound stupid or completely ungrateful at his help. You’d like to go bury yourself in the sand somewhere, but good luck doing that on your fucked up foot.

Once he’s done bandaging you, he gives your foot a little squeeze.

“How does it feel now?” he asks and you really wish he’d stop talking to you like that, in that smooth, deep voice. “Any numbness? Tingling?”

Oh I’m tingling alright, but not on my foot.

“No, nothing like that.” You reply, wiggling your toes. “It aches a bit but it’s not so bad now.”

“Good. Hopefully it should stop bleeding within a few hours or so.” He says. “But for now you’ll just have to stay off it as much as possible.”

“Why, you going to carry me to the car when it’s time to pack up and leave?” you ask in a teasing voice.

He glances over at you and raises his eyebrows.

“If necessary, yes.”

Why does he keeps saying things that throw you off balance? Is he doing it on purpose? You bit your lip, then glance over at your stuff.

“Well, thanks for keeping me a little company. I was getting bored with the book I was reading anyway.” You say.

“Oh yeah? What is it?”

“It’s the third in this series I’m reading, it’s a fantasy series about a boy who enters other worlds through a drawing, but I’m finding this one kind of boring.”

“Wait, you know that series?” Law sounds surprised. “I picked up the first book a while back, but I haven’t found the time to finish it yet.”

“Oh, I loved the first one! The way they set up the whole quest was so much fun.” You say, unable to stop yourself from gushing about it. “Have you read the author’s other series about the princess?”

“No, but I’ve heard it’s good.”

“So good!”

Before you know it you and Law are busy geeking out over various novels and comics you’ve read, with Law even recommending you some of the latter and you recommending him the former. You’re so into talking about it that you stop worrying about getting blood on everything or if you look okay in your bikini or if you’re annoying him by talking too much. It all sort of just fades away as you lament how you have to wait until next year for the new series of an anime you like to come out.

“Hey you two, we’d better get out of here, the tide’s getting closer.” Nami approaches, holding both her bag on one shoulder and yours as well, and tosses you your hoodie. “Last thing I want is to end up stranded.”

“Right, yeah.” You say, pulling it on and zipping it up, now the sun is slinking off over the horizon, a chilly breeze is creeping in. “Be right there!”

Nami nods, then turns and yells for Luffy and Zoro to dig Usopp out of the sand before the water reaches him first, and a smirk tugs at your lips.

“You rode here with Nami, yeah?” Law asks you, rolling his eyes at the racket going on behind you.

“Yeah, she picked me up on her way.” You ask. “Why- ah!”

Law stands and gives you a wry look.

“Don’t wriggle, I’ve already carried you before, it’s not a big deal.”

“Just warn me next time.” You reply, but you’re glad you don’t have to hop up the steps to get to Nami’s car and risk your bandages getting all soggy and sand-encrusted.

Law smirks at you and your stomach twists as he carries you up to Nami’s car, depositing you in the back as if you’re made of something fragile. You fight back the urge to grab his arm or something.

“Thanks,” you say, which is only a fraction of what you actually want to say, but now you’re not alone with him in your little nerd bubble, your previous enthusiasm has vanished.

He just nods at you before he shuts the door, which feels like full stop to your unfinished sentence. You try to keep your expression casual as you buckle yourself in, and Nami slides into the driver’s seat with a groan.

“Man. The beach is fun, but I’m beat.” She says. “Want to stop for drive through somewhere?”

“Sounds good,” you nod, as the car sets off. Nami side-eyes you as you switch on some music and sit back without saying anything.

“Okay, what? Why that kicked puppy face?”

“Nothing, I just realised I left my flipflops on the beach.” You reply with an embarrassed smile. “Oh well, they didn’t exactly cost much.”

“Uh-uh, try again.” She demands and you huff. She knows you too well. “Does this, by any chance, have something to do with a certain doctor?”

“Just…I feel like I annoyed him.” You reply, fiddling with the zipper of your hoodie, dragging it up inch by inch and listening to the satisfying rasp of teeth. “You know, ruining his day off and talking too much.”

Nami snorts, but her expression is not unkind.

“Trust me, if you were annoying Traffy, he’d let you know.” She says, shooting you a playful, teasing smile. “And he definitely didn’t seem to mind whatever it is you were talking about.”

You lean back in your seat with a little smile. Maybe you’ll hear from him again – both your numbers are in the group chat Nami set up for today’s trip. Perhaps he’ll be curious to know how his ‘patient’ is getting on, or he’ll update you on if he decided to take you up on the book you told him to read. Maybe.

A pop song both of you love comes on shuffle, and Nami grins and begins joining in, the wind whipping through your hair as her car shoots down the road. With a small smile on your face, a strange feeling of possibility rising in your chest as you think of Law and wonder what he’s listening to, if his mind is wandering to you like yours is to him, you find yourself singing along.

[darlinluxx]

— 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 | 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐎 ౨ৎ

↳ pairing : natalie scatorccio x fem!reader

fluff, smut

warnings : smut, mentions of drugs, mentions of alcohol, smoking, dom!nat sub!reader, degradation, spit

a/n : i need her it’s not funny anymore

- biggest fan of radiohead and hole

- she hates seeing you hurt and would try and solve problems, even if she made them worse sometimes

- it takes her a bit to open up to you, but once she does, she trusts you with everything and anything

- so sooo protective of you, she’s like your personal bodyguard

- loves to skip school with you and take you out somewhere instead

- making out behind the bleachers before her soccer game !! she says it’s her “good luck charm”

- Nat will sneak through your window late at night because she wanted to see you

- loves casual dominance, like lifting your chin up to look up at her or opening doors for you

- absolutely loves seeing you in her clothes

- loves going on for late night drives on the weekend, no destination in mind. windows down, blaring whatever rock band she was obsessed with that week

- you end up at abandoned drive-ins, desolate beaches, places that feel like the edge of the world

- she teaches you how to hotwire cars, not because you need to, but because it was fun

- sneaking into movie theaters for free

- Nat doesn’t do small talk. she cuts through the bullshit with a rusty blade. if she thinks your new haircut was awful, she tells you. brutally, but honestly. and somehow, you appreciate it

- when she cares, she cares. late nights spent passionately making out behind the bleachers. long drawn out touches in the hallways at school. she always finds ways to make you gasp for more

- Nat is fiercely loyal. if someone messes with you, they mess with her. she defends you to the death, even if you’re wrong

- onto some complicated things, Nat has a dark side, a self-destructive streak that worries you. the drinking, the drugs, the reckless behavior—it’s all a way to escape something, but you aren’t sure what. you try to talk to her, to help her, but she just pushes you away

- she’s possessive, and sometimes, it borders on jealousy

- Nat smokes a lot. she tried to hide it from you at first, but she failed miserably

- she has a surprisingly soft spot for animals, especially stray dogs

- she’s terrible at expressing her feelings verbally, but shows them through actions and small gestures (she’s just like me fr)

- omg road trips with Nat !! spending hours driving to your destination, fueled by gas station snacks and her endless supply of cigarettes. she loves to drive, loved the feeling of leaving everything behind

- when it comes to movie nights, her taste in movies was… eclectic. think cult classics, film noir, and anything directed by Quentin Tarantino

- you sit in her dimly lit basement, surrounded by stacks of VHS tapes, her shoulder brushing against yours as you watch some obscure film. those were the quiet moments, when she lets her guard down just a little

- the quiet moments are the most precious. sitting on the hood of Nat’s car, watching the city lights blur below late at night, listening to her play guitar (yes she plays guitar)

- Nat has a dark sense of humor. you never know if she’s being serious or not, which is both thrilling and terrifying

nsfw ౨ৎ (sorry these are so short, i’m much better at writing fluff 😭)

- i’m a strong believer she’s a top / dom !!

- loves eating you out, like could live between your thighs for the rest of her life

- such. a. tease.

- “shh, be quiet. you don’t want anyone to hear how much of a slut you’re being f’me.” 😵‍💫😵‍💫

- lowkey really mean but it’s ok cuz it’s Nat

- loves fucking you in front of a mirror

- loves to tease you in public and seeing you get all worked up

- her moves are deliberate and possessive

- Nat’s rough, but never intentionally hurtful

- obsessed with seeing how her words affect you

- spitting in your mouth omg ?? 😵‍💫😵‍💫

- when it comes to aftercare, it’s mostly just a shared cigarette. jkjk (kinda)

- she makes sure you’re okay and will literally get you anything you want

[semihearts]

Flashbacks

Pairing: Nam-gyu x reader

Summary: Thanos and Se-mi help Nam-gyu understand his feelings, and in their own way, they made it work for you two.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hope you like this one, feel free to leave suggestions and opinions, sorry for any mistakes!

ꦿᩙ ✿ֵྀ♩

When Thanos spoke to Namgyu about Y/n and his obvious crush, he just scoffed and ignored it. But when he caught himself getting out of his way to help you during Mingle, he knew something definitely wasn’t right.

During lunch time, Namgyu sat on the stairs close to his bed, trying to understand his feelings and deal with them. Out of nowhere Se-mi and Thanos popped up and invited themselves to eat together .

“Bro I didn’t know that saying that shit about Y/n would make you go mental” said Thanos who was already giggling like a high schooler with Se-mi. “Wouldn’t take you for the romantic type but I guess you’re full of surprises” .

‘’You fuckers, tell me at least one time I acted like I was into her or something”. Namgyu said.

“We could make a thread on twitter with all the moments, if I had my phone I swear I would do it”! Semi said, laughing along with Thanos.

“Well, lets start the flashbacks! I say one and then Semi says another”.

- Bro when you changed beds with her because she was afraid of heights and wanted to be closer to the ground.

- When you stopped being an idiot for once and helped her go to the bathroom after one of the guards were denying it during lights out.

- Man!! Remember when you gave her your coat in the middle of the night because she was feeling cold? I bet you thought we didn’t know about this one right?

- Uh lemme think… Oh you tied her shoes before Mingle started.

- Good one Se-mi.. that reminds me that you chose HER to be your duo during Mingle, I had to find someone else to pair up with!!

- Last but not least of our list is… last night you didn’t sleep so you could protect her during lights out. I BET you had no idea that we knew about this one too right? You’re cooked Nam-gyu!!

“ Enough shit heads, need to go to the bathroom, bro you comin?”

And just like that both of them went to the bathroom, the problem? They got in the feminine one.

“I told you bro, I don’t fall in love, how does that even work?’

“Nam-gyu my man, you don’t have to understand it, you have to feel it, you know?”

“good one bro- what the fuck-‘

Thanos ran into one of the stalls leaving Namgyu alone, confused he looked behind, and that’s when he saw you.

“ Uh… why are you here’’ ‘’ I don’t know I swear- we were just talking about you-“ “We? We who? And what were you talking about me?” “basically he’s in love with you’ a voice coming from one of the stalls said ( and you definitely knew who it was from).

“ Dude what the fuck?? Ignore him’’.

“ is it true?” “ I mean, I don’t know, they made like a flashback thing and they said stuff that I didn’t even realized, I never really loved someone before and I don’t know how it works-“ “ You don’t have to understand it, you have to feel it-“ “Shut up Thanos!”you both said in unison.

“ Look Namgyu, this isn’t the right place to fall in love but we can try to make this work, what do you think?”

Love is beautiful right? You were about to kiss him when you heard a loud bang coming from the stalls. You both thought that Thanos was leaving the bathroom, but when you looked at him, he went to wash his hands.

“ I swear i’ll be really quick”.

“Just fuck off bro!!”.

[luvyeni]

sunoo really wants to talk , but you can’t be bothered to hear him.

𝓲𝓲 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒𓈒 ( 김선우 x fem!reader ) ─── ❛ genre ⸝⸝ smut. content warning. manipulation, gaslighting , reader is not a good person, unprotected sex, language word count. 0.7k 「 req? ⦂ yes/no 」 library  !

𝕼 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒 yeni’s note .ᐟ i like when reader is being the manipulator and not the one being manipulated..🫣

you roll your eyes for the umpteenth time as you listen to him complain. did he make good arguments? you wouldn’t know , you blocked him out 4 points ago.

“see look, you aren’t even listening to me.” sunoo frustrated; ran his hands through his hair. “you never listen to me.” he said. “because you’re talking in circles and it’s annoying.” you didn’t even bother looking up from your phone. “im not talking in circles , im talking about the way you treat me and how it’s unfair.” he said , you finally looked up. “unfair?” you said.

“yes unfair.” he said. “and how is it unfair?” he said. “well for starters , you’re constantly ignore me , you’re always going out with your friends , doing god knows what , with god knows who , leaving me worried here.” he said. “and your phone , god that stupid phone , your face is always in your phone — i give you all the attention you want , but you don’t show me any affection , not even the slightest bit of affection.”

he watched the expression on your face change; had you finally realized how bad you’ve treated him? would this change everything? “i see.” you said , standing up. “have a cheated on?” you asked.

“h-huh?” he asked. “well not physically , but you’re always texting guys — they’re friends.” you interrupted him. “you’re bitching and complaining about me being on my phone or going out with friends , accusing me of cheating.” he tried to defend himself. “i-i never said — but you implied it.” you said. “the affection you show me is suffocating , you’re so clingy , do i not hug and kiss you?” he gulped. “when i go out with my friends you’re always calling and whining when i will be home.”

“i just want you to be safe.” he said and you scoffed. “and i want a boyfriend who doesn’t nag me like he’s my fucking mother.” your voice tone changing. “i didn’t mean to upset you.” he said , maybe this was his fault , he shouldn't have brought it up , now you’re mad at him , and he feels nad . “i just want to work on us , i love you and i want you to be happy to be with me.”

you smirked , you walked over to the bed where he was sitting, bringing your hand to his cheek caressing it. “you want me to be happy?” he looked up at your , his eyes wet , he was close to tears. “y-yeah.” he said , his voice weary. “then stop complaining.” you said. “be my boyfriend and not my father.” you climbed into his lap. “stop bitching about the things i don’t do , and be happy about the things i do actually do.”

it always ended like this; and it was partially his fault — he let you do this because he was addicted to you by and you knew he could complain if he was fucked dumb underneath you. “y-yn.” he moaned as you moved your hips back and forth , he had already cum 3 times before and you were still going. “i ca-cant , i’ve cum already.” he whined , those tears that were once full of sadness , now streaming down his face because you were fucking him so well. “to-too much.”

“you cant even not complain when you’re being fuck.” you hissed , he whined as your cunt clenched around him , he was fuck well past his limits , normally you two only went one round so he wasn’t used to it. “ba-baby , what if i eat you out , hm.” he whimpered. “ma-make you cum with my mouth?” he gasped as he felt himself about to cum again. “pl-please i don’t think i can cum again.” he said , his cock twitching. “cum for me.”

he let out a cry as he came , shooting ropes of his cum into your cunt. “fu-fuck , fuck i’m cumming.” you gasped , legs twitching as you finished. he let out a huff , maybe this would calm you down , the argument was far from his mind and that’s exactly what you wanted , for him to shut up — and it works every single time. “i’m not done.” you said , he couldn’t handle cumming anymore. “don’t bitch , i’ll give your cock a rest.” you tapped his tear stained cheeks. “let’s see how many i can get out with this pretty mouth of yours.”

“put it to a better use than fucking nagging me.”

©️LUVYENI

[nanaminxs]

Hi!!

I love your writing🥹

I was wondering if you’d be willing to do a best friend!Dick Grayson x fem!reader smut where she comes over & complains to him about another bad hookup where she didn’t get to cum & he tells her he wants to make her feel good😩😩

eats her out and maybe fucks her slow & deep ,,

heavy praise😩🙏🏻

I’m such a slut for him I can’ttt . thanks for reading heh love ur blog🥹

Dick Grayson is always there for you. Has been since age 12. You go to him for everything, including every single bad hookup.

Most of the time you wouldn’t complain because at least the dick is decent, but the guy you were seeing was just too fucking focused on himself to care about your own needs.

Naturally, you sought out help from your closest friend.

“I just don’t get it,” You sulk, body slumping down into his couch wishing it would swallow you whole.

“He texts me to come over, I ride him til my legs are numb and he can’t even return the favor. I cannot count how many times he came just from a finger light touch. It was pathetic.”

Dick nods and occasionally lets out small hums in acknowledgment as he listened to you.

“Let me make you feel good then.” He blurts out, mentally face palming himself because—did he really just say that to you?

A beat of silence passes before you’re actually registering what he said to you.

“I’m..sorry?” Your head tilts to the side as it that’ll help you hear better.

“Let ME make you feel good.” He stands to his feet, cocking his head over to the hallway that stops at his room.

It’s so surreal. To him anyway—I mean he literally has the person he’s been silently inlove with for years in his bed while he ate her out like a man starved.

Your moans were like a lullaby to him, and he’d do anything he could to keep them going.

His teeth graze your clit, taking the small bud between his lips.

He lets go with a wet sound and his tongue darts out to cover your entire mound.

Your hands dug into his hair, back arching off the sheets you know you shouldn’t be on—but man does he treat you better than any prick you’ve fucked with before.

His thumbs spread your pussy lips and when you look down he’s staring right back at you with a pleading look that just screams ‘cum on my face’

You’ve probably never cum that hard in your life. Especially not from a guy.

Dick spits messily on your cunt, lips glossy and coated in the two of you.

He frees himself from his jeans and nestles right between your legs.

“I can take care of you. Better than everyone who hasn’t gotten a chance to worship you, pretty girl.”

His lips meet with yours. A mix of your slick and his spit mingling on your tongue. The head of his cock pushes into gummy walls and soon he’s burried balls deep into you.

Dick doesn’t shut up. But in that moment he found himself tongue tied—at a lost for words.

“Thereee you go. Jus’ like that. S’a nice fit, yeah?”

He pants out, eyes flickering from where u met to your face with a cheeky grin.

You scowl at him and he’s nodding in understandment.

His hips snap into yours at a slow pace, each stroke so deep his tip kissed your cervix.

“Fuck, Dick!” You moaned out, his lips found your jaw. Soft and simple.

“I know. Lemme take care of you baby—fuck! Let me be yours, let me fuck you how you deserve to be fucked.”

He’s so fixated on the way your cunt pulled him back in after he pulled out, and he’s wondering how on earth he’s managed to get your pretty ass into his bed.

“I got you—lemme feel you. M’right here.” He presses your thighs to your chest, smushed by his frame as he’s fucking into you slightly faster and with much more desperation.

He’d make you cum for the first time during a hookup, and it’s safe to say you’re stuck now because—who can resist a man who knows what he’s doing?

[takooyakkii]

he loves me, he loves me not ✿

DARK!CHOI SU BONG X F!READER

warnings : —MDNI angst, manipulation, verbal abuse, physical abuse, swearing, body shaming, swearing, sexual language, implied public sex, cheating, not proofread, crack

sum : you’re in an abusive relationship with su-bong but you still love him. not like you can leave anyway.

a/n : YALL IM GETTING INTO FICS NOW, ARE YALL PROUD 🥹 my vocabulary is bad I don’t know much complicated words im sorry 😭😭

w/c : 1-2k?? (i guessed)

another warning : if you don’t like or don’t feel comfy with dark content please don’t read this! this contains many things that I explicitly do not support in real life. this is just fictional, please be safe lovelies xx (*^‿^*)

“when it hurts but it hurts so good”

su-bongs slaps are like kisses. you swear he loves you. no matter how much times he hurts you, you love him, and he loves you too. right?

“y/n. where’s my cross?” he calls out to you. you pause as you remember throwing his cross full of pills in the toilet and flushing them out when he passed out last night. fear slowly envelops you.

“your cross? i don’t know what you’re talking about, honey.” su-bong darts his eyes at you, slowly standing up from the couch. “bitch, don’t give me that bullshit. where. are. my. pills.”

you flinch at his now angry tone. “su-bong—i swear, i have no idea…!” you lie between your teeth. su-bong stands there before walking up to you, backing you up into the kitchen counter.

“lie again and see what happens.” he places his two wrists beside you on the kitchen counter, trapping you inside his arms.

“okay—okay! i-i… i—“ he cuts you off. “spill it, you dirty whore.” he mocks your stuttering. “i flushed it down the toilet last night…” tears start threatening to spill.

“you…” he didn’t even finish his sentence before slapping your head hard, making you fall to the ground. “do you even know how much those cost?!” your nose was bleeding and your bottom lip was quivering, holding the place he had hit. “im sorry—i-its killing you!” you started crying.

“i fucking need it!” he roared. you always blamed yourself. you shouldn’t have flushed his cross. “im sorry, su-bong… please forgive me.” su-bong’s eyes softened before he sighed. “get the fuck up. you’ll make it up to me tonight.”

you already imagined ‘tonight’. him fucking the shit out of you and slapping your pretty face occasionally while your eyes were crying a waterfall. this is the life you live and will always live, su-bong would say. you’re his.

—

the next night, you two decided to go out for dinner. a steakhouse. su-bong had booked a reservation before coming. the waitress led you two to a table. su-bong never sat across from you, always beside you, holding your soft thigh.

you were picking something to eat before su-bong interrupts you. “hurry up.” he taps his finger against the table impatiently. you decide to settle on a scotch. su-bong rolls his eyes. “don’t you think you need something healthier? you’re getting fat. have a salad or something.” he complains. “oh… I’ll just get a salad then, thanks.” you obeyed. the waitress raised a brow at su-bong. “you sure?” she looked back at you and you nodded. su-bong glared at the waitress, his eyes shouting at her to leave already. the waitress glared back at him before leaving with your meals on the notepad.

su-bong gripped onto your thigh. “hey, why so nervous?” he stared at you so intensely, you were sweating. “no reason.” he grabs your jaw, laughing. “you’re gonna make a scene, baby. calm down.” you nod rapidly. “ok—ok.” you fiddle with your fingers under the table as he then wraps an arm around your shoulders, still staring at you before his attention goes to something else.

minutes later, your food and drinks come by. the same waitress had brung two glasses of coke and two scotches. su-bong raised a brow at the other scotch that you ‘didn’t’ ask for. “oi, lady! what the fuck is this? she asked for a salad, didn’t she?” su-bong slammed a fist on the table, making the cokes spill a bit. he starts catching attention from other customers.

the waitress narrowed her eyes. “sorry, we couldn’t make that salad.” su-bongs eyebrows furrowed. “why not?” the waitress decided to tell him straight. “because she obviously doesn’t want it.” su-bong was shocked at her back-talk. “bitch—“ he stopped before turning to you. “baby, do you want that scotch?” you sat there for a couple seconds, thinking about what could happen after you say yes or no. you silently nod. su-bongs eyes narrowed. “oh, really? well, guess what? you’re not getting that because you’re too chubby. so, you’re getting a salad tonight.” his grip on your thigh would probably bruise next morning. “now move it, lady!” he shouts at the waitress before she groaned annoyingly, taking the scotch back and bringing a salad. she couldn’t risk her job when she was already quite broke herself. :(

you were silently eating your salad as su-bong was eating his steak with a grin on his face. you just wanted to be you, but then again, you loved him. the waitress looked at you from afar while waiting for any upcoming customers. she looked away to go assist new customers. su-bong had sat you on his lap, taking a hold of your breast. you two were somewhat lucky since your table was in a corner where no one really noticed.

“i think you can make it up to me right here for trying to get that fucking steak when I clearly said no.” he lifts the back of your skirt up, looking down to slowly pull your panties down. he would take you anytime, anywhere. “s-su-bong, we’ll definitely get caught here…!” you panic, holding a hand to his chest. su-bongs eyes went sharp and he tilted his head. “do you think i care? at least they’ll know you belong to me.” he slightly lifts his hips up and lower her pants and boxers down to let his member free, then resting right below your bare pussy.

— sorry no smut

su-bong had fucked you right in that restaurant. almost proudly—no. proudly. when someone walked past their table he had just hold you and tuck your skirt below your ass, pretending you two were cuddling or something. something you two would never do aside from now. sadly for su-bong, he could get jailed for having sex publicly. he couldn’t risk you escaping.

—

you were sitting on your couch, watching some TV before su-bong walks in the living room, looking all ready-to-go-out outfit. he was going to the club again. you don’t know what he does there but you never ask. that’ll only earn you some bruises. “im going out.” is all he says. “bye, be safe.” you reply before continuing. “love you.” he doesn’t acknowledge that and just leaves. was this one-sided? does he even love you? you just want him to love you back.

su-bong was at the club just drinking, smoking, having drugs and definitely cheating on you. he would fuck a girl in a private room every time he’d go to the club while snorting some c0ke. you never knew. even if you did know and confront him, he would proudly admit that he did, not caring at all. all he had to do was fuck you and ‘apologize’ and you’d forget all about it.

you wait, wait and wait until you hear the door unlocking and opening from the living room. you checked your phone. it was 3am in the morning. you go to the door, welcoming him. “welcome back…” your smile being weak. “move out of the fucking way, slut…” he pushed your shoulder before walking to the bedroom and falling onto the soft sheets, sleeping almost immediately.

you smile and pull him onto the bed properly and tug the blanket on the both of you before holding him. no matter how much bruises painted your body by him, you’ll always love him. you believe that he’ll change sooner or later. hopefully.

this was just a lil test to see how i write angst, part 2 maybe?

@truefandemonium :)

[vandme12]

I love ur writing style sm..If you could would you be able to do a Ronin x reader with BPD? maybe how he'd handle them splitting or having a really bad day?

Ronin wasn’t the kind of guy people turned to for comfort.

He was chaos incarnate, all sharp edges and sharper smiles, always toeing the line between amusement and something far more dangerous. But when it came to you? Well. That was different.

You weren’t having a bad day. You were having the kind of day that made the walls feel too close, the air too thick, your own skin too heavy. The kind of day where everything ached, and nothing made sense, and your mind wouldn’t stop eating itself alive.

And Ronin noticed.

He always noticed.

You were curled up in the corner of the couch, staring at nothing, fingers curled so tight into your sleeves that your knuckles had gone white. He didn’t say anything at first, just watched, sharp gaze tracking the way you breathed too fast, too shallow, your eyes darting to the door like you wanted to run but had nowhere to go.

Then, without a word, he flopped down next to you, long limbs sprawling, head tilting back against the cushions. He didn’t try to touch you, didn’t try to pry, didn’t do anything but exist right there beside you, like his presence alone was enough to anchor you.

And in a way, it was.

“You wanna talk or you wanna distract?” he finally asked, voice lazy, like this wasn’t the most important question in the world.

You swallowed hard, blinking back the burn in your eyes. “I don’t know.”

Ronin nodded like that was fine, like that made perfect sense. “‘Kay. We’ll sit in the void together, then.”

He stretched his arms behind his head, closing his eyes like he could fall asleep right then and there. The silence stretched, but not the bad kind. Not the crushing kind. Just… there.

You should’ve known he wouldn’t let you sink too deep.

After a few minutes, he cracked one eye open, lips twitching into a grin. “Hey. You ever think about how weird fish are?”

You blinked. “What?”

“Like, objectively. Why do they look like that? Why do they move like that? Why do they all have that same dead little stare?” He turned his head, raising a brow. “Creepy little bastards.”

Despite yourself, despite the storm still raging in your head, a small, startled laugh bubbled up in your throat. “Ronin, what the fuck?”

His grin widened. “See? You’re thinking about fish instead of whatever fucked-up shit your brain’s throwing at you. I win.”

You rolled your eyes, but the tightness in your chest had loosened just enough for you to take a deeper breath. Just enough to let the world feel a little less like it was caving in.

And then, because Ronin was Ronin, he scooted closer, slinging an arm around your shoulders and pulling you in without hesitation. He was always warm, always solid, and right now, that was exactly what you needed. No expectations, no pressure—just him.

“You’re gonna be okay, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice a low, steady thing. “Even when it feels like you won’t. Even when your brain’s lying to you. You’re gonna be okay.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, gripping the fabric of his shirt like it was the only thing keeping you from falling apart completely. “Promise?”

Ronin didn’t hesitate. “Always.”

And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

Ronin x BPD Reader Headcanons

Ronin is surprisingly good at reading your moods, even when you try to hide them. He’s got a sixth sense for when things start spiraling.

He never invalidates your feelings. If you tell him you feel abandoned or empty, he doesn’t argue—he just stays.

When you split on him, he doesn’t get angry. He gives you space if you need it, but he always comes back, reminding you that he’s not leaving.

Constant reassurance? Not a problem. He finds creative ways to remind you he’s still there—sticky notes, little texts, casual touches.

Physical touch is a huge thing with him. If you’re okay with it, he’ll pull you into a hug or drape himself over you like a weighted blanket.

He makes jokes to distract you but knows when to be serious. He’ll go from teasing you about fish to grounding you with steady words in seconds.

If you feel like you’re too much, he just scoffs and tells you to shut up because he’s already claimed you as his and that’s that.

On your worst days, he doesn’t push you to be okay. He lets you feel it, but he never lets you drown alone.

You’re his person, and he’s in for the long haul, no matter how messy things get.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊(Oooooo the angst i cannot wait to break down from this Chris POV with complicated emotions is gonna eat)

🔀🔀🔀🔀🔀🔀🔀🔀🔀🔀🔀🔀🔀🔀🔀🔀🔀🔀🔀🔀🔀🔀🔀🔀🔀🔀🔀🔀🔀🔀🔀🔀🔀🔀🔀🔀🔀🔀🔀(CHANGLINGS!!!!! OH THIS IS GONNA SO BEAUTIFULLY DEVESTATING LOVE A GOOD MIX OF THE SUPERNATRAL AND ANGST IN 9-1-1 FICS)

96 for 🥊 (THANK YOU! I'm having a lot of fun with it):

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When Chris spots him, he freezes. He’s standing right there, holding the worst sign Chris has ever seen; Diazes scribbled on a piece of cardboard. Like he cut up a cereal box or something. He probably did. That’s probably exactly what he did. 

He’s just the same. Same old Buck. But his hair is curlier than usual. 

“Hey!” Dad calls out to Buck. His face lights up a little. So that hasn’t changed, either.

Buck comes rushing over to them. He moves like he’s going to hug Chris, excitement in his eyes. Chris wants him to. He wants him to pretend things are normal. Just for a minute. But Buck stops. He pauses. He looks at Chris with uncertain eyes. It makes Chris want to die a little.

“Chris, buddy,” Buck smiles nervously. “Uh, can I hug you?”

Christopher’s expression must reveal how sad the question makes him. Because since when has Buck had to ask?

“Whoa, hey,” Buck says, when even Chris can tell his jaw is trembling a little. “Hey, Chris… I just wanted to make sure it’s okay.”

“It’s okay,” Chris mutters.

Buck steps forward and wraps Christopher in the only good hug he’s had in almost a year. Because his dad hasn’t hugged him yet. Chris didn’t let him. Because his grandparents always hugged him like they were hugging a baby, until they stopped altogether. So no one has really hugged him like they loved him in so long and Chris… Chris bursts into tears.

“Christopher!” Buck exclaims. He starts to pull away, alarmed, but Chris clings to him tighter.

“Christopher,” Dad says. “Buddy…”

Chris ignores him. He cries into Buck’s shoulders and he’s so embarrassed. He’s humiliated. But he can’t stop. 

Buck rubs comforting circles into Christopher’s back.

“It’s okay,” he whispers. “You’re home. We’ve got you.”

“I’m sorry,” he says to Buck. Because he can’t say it to Dad. 

“Don’t be sorry,” Buck says. “I’m just so happy you’re here.”

Chris takes a few deep breaths. Waits until he can control himself. Then he pulls away from Buck. 

“Can we go?” He mumbles.

Buck nods. He looks at Dad. 

“Yeah, Eddie? We-we can go?”

Christopher can feel Dad’s eyes on him. Staring unintentional holes into him. But he doesn’t dare look. 

“Yeah,” Dad says after a moment. “Let’s go.”

🟦

Eddie should feel sad. Sad. Jealous. He should feel resentful. Something. Something about the fact that his child dove straight into Buck’s arms to cry. How he wanted him and not Eddie. 

He’s not. 

He’s not remotely jealous. He’s not sad. He’s fucking relieved. He feels like a cinder block has been lifted off of him. Like it had been crushing his heart. Maybe he was just afraid something in Chris was too far broken. Between him and his parents, maybe they messed him up so bad, Chris would never ask for comfort again. Never trust. But he does. He did. He trusts Buck. He wanted Buck. He let Buck hold him. That’s enough. Right now, that has to be enough.

Right now, it gives Eddie something like hope to hold onto.

Chris piles right into the Jeep while Eddie and Buck load his bags into the trunk. Eddie is thinking about his breathing, the cadence of it, more than anything else he’s doing. He’s not fully present. 

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Bring Maddie here? Now? It’s evening. It’s late. She’s… No. 

“I can’t,” Buck whispers.

“You said,” Evan accuses. 

“She-she’s been through so much,” Buck says. “You… You don’t know. She’s had… She doesn’t need this.”

“She’s my sister! I need her!” 

Buck turns to look at Bobby. He doesn’t know what to do. He can’t handle this. 

“Chris,” Eddie whispers to his son. “Can you wait on the balcony? I think Buck needs a minute.”

“But I can help,” Chris complains.

“I know. I know you can,” Eddie says. “We’ll come out when we’re ready, okay?”

“Fine,” Chris sulks. Then he heads off towards the balcony. 

“Buck,” Bobby says once the door is shut behind Chris. “I know this is impossibly hard, but I think you need to do this.”

“Do what?” Buck asks. “Ruin Maddie’s life?”

“No,” Athena shakes her head. “That’s not what this is. Buck, think about it. Would you want her to keep this from you? If she were in your position?”

No. No, he wouldn’t. If Maddie did, he wouldn’t be mad she was secretly a fairy. He’d be mad she was a liar. 

“Fuck,” he whispers. “I have to, don’t I?”

“So far,” Bobby says. “You haven’t lied. You haven’t done anything wrong. Don’t start now because you’re scared. You’ve got to trust Maddie to love you no matter what, the way she’s loved you for thirty years.”

Buck looks at Eddie. Eddie nods, encouragingly.

“I can’t see her when I look like this,” Buck admits. 

“Then fix your damn glamor!” Evan snaps.

Buck turns to look at him. 

“Fix my-my what?” 

“Your glamor,” Evan sighs. “Don’t you know anything?”

“Clearly not!” Buck shouts. 

The glass door to the balcony slides open. 

“That’s what I can help you with!” Chris exclaims. 

Eddie groans. “Chris. You weren’t supposed to be listening.”

“You’re all loud,” Chris shrugs. “Buck, I can help you. I can help you look like a human again.”

🟢

They come to an agreement. Bobby and Athena will stay in the loft overnight. They will keep Evan contained. Eddie and Chris will take Buck back to their house. And Chris - because somehow the fourteen year-old has the best grip on this situation - will help Buck get his glamor back. This is not, apparently, a fashion term. It is, as it turns out, a magic term. 

Because Buck is a magical being. Really wonderful.

He would have loved that as a kid. Magic. Being magic. What kid doesn’t want to be magic? What kid doesn’t want powers? Control beyond the limited agency they have. Every kid would love that. But being a creature? A thing? Not all it’s cracked up to be.

Eddie drives him to his house in the truck. He wears a baseball cap and a hoodie. Keeps his hands in his front sweater pocket. He hates the idea of even a traffic camera seeing him green.

Christopher, on the other hand, loves that he is green. 

It’s quite the dilemma for Buck. He loves this child. Potentially the most he could ever love anyone. He has loved him for half of Christopher’s life. He hasn’t seen him in many, many months. He has missed him severely. And yet, all Chris wants to talk about, is Buck’s newly discovered species. 

Buck wants to scream. 

Chris wants to chat, Buck wants to scream. 

“So, there are four books. And the first one pretty much starts off like this. Except, the main character, Leif, is sixteen, not old.”

“Old?” Buck protests. “You think I’m old?” 

“Well, yeah?” Chris says. “Anyway, it’s the same scenario. Except there’s no kidnapping. Leif-” “He’s green and the author called him Leif?” Eddie interjects.

[melanchoire]

Can I get a Drabble of pussy drunk Kazuha? Like she’ll do it at any time in any place will literally get down on her knees and beg you to let her?

cw: cunnilingus, face–sitting.

i’ve seen too many people write about kazuha as a rough dom but i honestly see her as a complete loser who wants to make you feel good and is sometimes a little silly 😭 yeah she can be on top and be the one who fucks you but i don’t feel like she’s 100% mean

and i know she’s part of the loser squad (along with minji, ryujin, yujin and minjeong) who’re obsessed with eating pussy and can spend hours doing it without getting tired

you can be doing anything and she’ll still try to convince you to let her eat you out 😭 it doesn’t matter if you’re cooking, cleaning, watching a movie with her on the couch, etc. she can’t control her needs!!

“c’monnn, love. it will be quick.” with a cute pout ☹️ kazuha would make eyes at you and give you a pleading look that would hurt you to say no to even if she used them accompanied by the most insane and crazy thing possible

BUT you couldn’t focus much on those pretty eyes because she also has her hands on your hips while her palms run up and down your sides… she can see how your eyes open a little more and you’re surprised due to the sudden contact of her hands on your body and it’s a difficult task for her to keep those pleading eyes and suppress her smirk as she sees how her actions were affecting you and she would get what she wants

she uses puppy eyes and touchy hands at the same time because she knows that in a short time (or right now) your brain will short circuit because it has too many things to process at the same time LIKE how can your girlfriend give you pretty eyes and beg you in a soft, cute tone of voice while groping and teasing you?

also kazuha 100% prefers face–sitting. yeah she may be a pussydrunk and loves having you lying on your back while she spends hours between your legs devouring you but she would love for you to sit on her face and use her however you want because she also loves feeling your weight on her 🫠 this way kazuha feels like she’s perfectly close to your pussy because you’re almost suffocating her, but she wouldn’t mind at all!

most of all kazuha likes it this way because she can touch your body while doing it 😭 squeezing your ass and pushing you against her face in a way to encourage you to ride her face to your liking or raising her hands until she reaches your chest and can play with your tits while she entertains herself down here

and she gets so mad how much you try to get away from her face after she made you cum countless times?? she would look at you with a frown and eyes wanting to give you a warning, and well, you know that in these cases, you just have to rest your tired body against the headboard of the bed until she’s satisfied