#but I bet you do secretly wanna see it huh?

[benz12313]

The amount of people I talk to on a daily basis that don't know how social media algorithms work absolutely baffles me.

Like "I don't go on facebook anymore because all they show me are teen girls dancing"

FIRST OF ALL I got my eyes on you now sir. Also if you really DON'T want to see that, don't interact with it?? Just keep scrolling?? Maybe click that nice little button that says 'not interested' ??? Or even just search for what you DO want to see??? not thaaat hard.

If I can train my algorithm to my new hyperfixation of the week within an hour I'm sure you can manage to not see little girls dancing on your page.

[soapyghostie]

Slashers maybe going to get a mani pedi with their s/o like get their nails done at a salon and all that like with nubbins especially i wana see that

Welp, I felt like doing another request and suprisingly had time to do it. I hope you don't mind if I made this into a Horror House prompt. I'm absoutely obsessed with Horror House and it's my only motivation to write anything at the moment. Hope you enjoy!

Horror House

Jason is hesitant at first, not really understanding the appeal, but he goes because he loves spending time with you. The nail techs are terrified, but they still do their job, and Jason just sits there quietly, letting you pick a nice clear coat or soft pastel for his nails. He actually enjoys the hand massage and you’ll catch him staring at his nails later. He’s impressed by how good they look. 

Michael just stares the entire time. No reaction, no comments, just silent intimidation as the nail tech works on his massive hands. You pick a deep, midnight blue for his nails. Even though he acts like he doesn’t care, you’ve noticed he’s been more careful with what he does with his hands as if he doesn’t wanna ruin them. 

Freddy totally makes nonstop jokes about how they’re gonna fix his burnt skin. “Bet you haven’t worked on hands this crispy, huh?” He gets a bright, obnoxious red polish and makes suggestive comments the entire time, just to embarrass you. The techs are so done with him, but you just roll your eyes and enjoy your time. 

Bubba is nervous but excited! He’s fidgety at first, but once they start filing his nails and soaking his feet, he’s so happy. You pick a nice pink for him, and he’s obsessed with how they look. He shows Drayton and the others when you get home like a proud child. 

Oh, Nubbins is living for this. He’s making weird little giggling noises the entire time, kicking his feet in the water, and wiggling his fingers at you after they paint them. Definitely asks for little smiley faces on his nails and makes a huge mess, knocking over polish bottles while the workers try to stop him from putting his feet on the counter. 

One word for ChopTop: Twitchy. He keeps messing with his nails the whole time. “Damn, my cuticles are all fucked up. You think you can fix that, babe?” He picks neon colors, just to be extra, and absolutely peels the polish off within an hour after getting them done. Hey! He had fun.

Drayton complains the entire time but doesn’t stop you from dragging him there. “Ain’t no man of mine gonna be sittin’ around wasting money on damn fingernails!” However, you catch him admiring his nails later when he thinks no one is looking. 

Thomas is pretty nervous because he’s not used to being pampered, but once you hold his hand and reassure him, he relaxes. He actually really likes the feeling of the hand massage, even though his hands are rough and scarred. You paint his nails a simple dark color, and even though he hides them from everyone else, you know he secretly likes them. 

Bo acts like he hates it. “This is some real dumbass shit, darlin,” but ohhhh the minute they start massaging his hands, he’s melting into the chair. Let's you pick the color and pretends not to care, but you hear him telling Lester later, “Shit was actually kinda nice.” 

Vincent absolutely loves it! He’s an artist so, of course, he appreciates self-care and aesthetics. He goes for a matte black or deep blue, and he keeps his hands extra still to make sure they look perfect. You catch him taking pictures of his nails later to use for reference for his wax sculptures.

Lester is super excited to get his nails done. He’s pretty chatty with the nail techs and being his usual goofy self. “Ya think my feet are the dirtiest you’ve ever seen?” (Yes, Lester they are). Picks a bright color like orange or green and proudly shows them off to his brothers. They just shake their heads at him. 

Norman is a little shy at first, but he enjoys being pampered. Goes for a natural buffed look, something subtle and classy. Later, he tells ‘mother’ all about it, and you’re not sure if she approves or not. 

Hannibal has been here before. He probably has a regular place that serves him wine while he gets his nails done. Picks a deep burgundy color and lectures you on the history of nail care while you’re just trying to enjoy yourself. 

Amanda acts all tough, but she secretly loves it. Gets black nails or some cool edgy design, like little skulls. Absolutely pulls the “We should do this again sometime” while pretending it wasn’t her idea. 

Billy Loomis is skeptical at first but lets you talk him into it. Gets black nails but acts like it’s just for the ‘cool goth aesthetic’ and not because he actually enjoyed the experience. Stu makes fun of him, so Billy immediately drags him to get one too.

Ohhhh! Stu loves it! “Babyyyy, why didn’t we do this sooner?!” Gets something stupid, like glow-in-the-dark polish, and won’t stop wiggling his fingers in your face to show it off. 

Chucky complains the whole time but secretly enjoys it. Picks a tacky, obnoxious color, probably bright red. He gets wayyyyy into the hand massage and makes inappropriate jokes the entire time. 

Girl! Tiffany absolutely LIVES for pedicures! She has a specific salon she only goes to because “they know how to do my nails right.” She gets long, sharp, black-and-red stiletto nails, and if anyone messes up her set, she will KILL them. 

You have to beg Brahms to go because he’s scared of people seeing his face. He ends up loving the feeling of the warm water and gets super clingy afterward, expecting more pampering from you. Gets a soft pastel color because he secretly wants to match you. 

Billy Lenz just giggles the entire time and talks in his usual inappropriate manner. The nail techs are extremely uncomfortable. Gets Christmas-themed nails even if it’s the middle of summer. 

Pyramid Head just sits in complete silence while everyone panics about how to do his nails with those massive hands he's got. He ends up getting a deep, bloody red because you picked it for him. He doesn’t say much about his nails, but he loves them. He makes sure not to chip the paint off them.  

Carrie has never gotten her nails done before, so she’s shy but super excited. She picks a soft pink or a pretty glittery polish and stares at her nails in awe when they’re done. Later, she keeps looking at them, feeling beautiful and loved. 

Jennifer is in her element. This is her thing. She picks a sultry, sexy color like deep red or glossy black. She bullies you if you pick something plain, but after she’s done teasing you, she’ll insist on fixing them. She loves going to a nail salon, but she doesn’t mind doing both of your guys’ nails at home. She’s a nail pro. 

Danny loves the attention, winks at the nail techs, and makes flirty jokes the whole time. He’s actually gotten some of the nail techs to fall head-over-heels for him and try to get his number. Obviously, he denies. He gets straight black with blood splatters because he has a brand. He definitely smudges his nails on purpose so you have to go back with him. 

Leslie is way too excited to get his nails done. He acts like he’s studying the experience for his “slasher routine.” “Self-care is critical when you’re doing all that running, you know?” He gets something wild, like a gradient of dark green to black, and absolutely records a little monologue about it for his documentary that he is making.

[ducksido]

Florida Man!yuu

Grim:

“WHY DO YOU JUST GRAB WILD ANIMALS LIKE THAT?!”

Constantly horrified but still follows Yuu into their next reckless adventure.

“Did you just wrestle Leona for fun?!”

Crowley:

“My dear prefect, please stop wrestling Eel!Floyd for sport.”

Absolutely makes them sign a liability waiver.

Crewel:

“You wrestled an overblot bare-handed?! Are you insane?!”

Secretly impressed but deeply concerned.

Trein:

"How have you survived this long?"

Keeps Lucius away from them just in case.

Vargas:

“You fought a gator? That’s the ultimate fitness test. Show me your moves.”

Sam:

"I like your style! Want a ‘special’ deal?”

Sells them questionable fireworks without hesitation.

Heartslabyul

Riddle:

Screaming internally

“You cannot just throw hands with a blot monster—”

"WHY ARE YOU CLIMBING THE DORM WALLS?!"

Ace:

“You might be dumber than me.”

Absolutely goes along with their insane ideas.

Deuce:

“Yuu, we are not stealing Crowley’s car.”

Helps anyway.

Trey:

“You wrestled a shark?!”

Doesn’t even question it anymore.

Cater:

“OMG, your life is actual reality TV. Let me record this.”

Savanaclaw

Leona:

“You fought what?”

Respects them just for surviving.

"You're actually insane, huh?"

Ruggie:

“You can catch snakes? That’s kinda useful.”

Lowkey impressed by their scavenger skills.

Jack:

“You punched a ghost?”

More confused than anything.

Has to get the other first years out of trouble florida!Yuu made

Octavinelle

Azul:

“You want to do what for money?” (Wrestle sea creatures as shows in Monstro Lounge)

Terrified but intrigued by their business ideas.

Jade:

“You eat what? Fascinating.”

Encourages their reckless behavior just to see what happens.

Floyd:

“You wanna fight? LET’S GO, SHRIMPY!”

They brawl at least twice a week.

Scarabia

Kalim:

“You got bit by a gator and just walked it off?!”

Thinks they’re the coolest.

Jamil:

“Please. Please stop.”

Constantly stressed.

Pomefiore

Vil:

“Why did you put a firework in your mouth?!”

Absolutely baffled by their life choices.

Rook:

“Such a fearless spirit! Magnifique!”

Secretly follows them around to watch their stunts.

Epel:

“You stole a police horse?”

Wants to be them.

Florida!yuu adopts him (custody fights with Vil)

Ignihyde

Idia:

“You actually fought a Florida gator?”

Shuts his door and refuses to interact.

Ortho:

“Wow! You survived a lightning strike?! That’s so cool!”

Diasomnia

Malleus:

“You challenged Sebek to a wrestling match?”

Actually finds them entertaining.

Lilia:

“Ah, back in my day, I did many foolish things too.”

Encourages their chaos.

Silver:

“You wrestled a raccoon?”

Tries to reason with them. It doesn’t work.

Sebek:

“I WILL DESTROY YOU!”

Gets bodied.

Frequently fights Florida!yuu for training (enjoys it but refuses to admit it)

RSA & Noble Bell

Neige:

“You do the most… interesting things.”

Chenya:

“You stole what?”

Immediately partners up with them.

Rollo:

Actually faints.

Florida Man!Yuu Chaos

“I could fight that.”

“I bet I can ride a blot monster like a bull.”

“Back home, we just grab ‘em and hope for the best.”

“Bet you 20 madol I can make this worse.”

[madzlang]

what about this: reader is on what they thought was an innocent facetime call with andrew garfield spider-man but it turns out he's 'secretly' been jacking off 🙊🙊

contrary to popular belief, I do indeed respond to my asks 😋

nah, but actual, lovely request, and I’ve been thinking about this one for a while, soo hope you like it ♥️

Keep Going…

(andrew) peter parker x fem!reader

warnings: male and female masturbation, phone sex, squirting, that’s like it

“And get this, he spilled coffee on me then yelled at me for trying to leave to clean it up.” She rambled on, lying on her left side as she spoke to her boyfriend.

“Pete? You listening to me?” She muttered, flipping around to lay on her stomach, holding her phone under her.

“Mhm, always do, sweetheart.” She heard his out of breath voice from her phone, furrowing her brows at the sound of it.

“You okay, Pete? You don’t sound too well.” She spoke worriedly.

Suddenly he moved the phone to in front of his face, which was flushed red. “I’m fine, babe. Promise.”

“You don’t look well, either. Are you sick?” She groaned. “I told you just because you’re Spider-Man doesn’t mean you can be out late at night during winter when it’s raining-“

“I-I’m not sick, baby.” He shook his head, his fluffy hair bouncing.

“Well, what’s wrong with you?” She asked, pouting slightly.

“Nothin’. Nothin’s wrong.” He shook his head again making her huff and bury her head into her pillow.

“Hey, hey, baby. Don’t stop talking, ‘kay? Keep going.” He mumbled, his voice sounding slurred, and when she looked back at her phone only his neck was visible due to his head being thrown back.

“Pete.” She whined and she heard him mutter ‘fuck’ under his breath. “What’s wrong?”

He groaned, chewing on his bottom lip before he looked back at the screen, his brown eyes hazy.

“You sure you wanna know?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

She nodded enthusiastically, attentively looking at her phone screen.

He swallowed harshly before moving his phone down to around hip level.

Her jaw dropped as she saw his veiny hand wrapped around the base of his dick pop up on her screen.

“Pete.” She muttered breathlessly.

“Shit- yeah, Princess?” He groaned loudly, her eyes going wide when she saw his hand start to move up and down, his thumb running over the tip of his dick.

“You- you’re jerking off.” She whispered, trying to pull her eyes away from the sight but she couldn’t.

“Mhm. To the sound of your voice, baby. Been too long since I’ve had you wrapped around me.” He groaned out, a bead of pearly precum dribbling down the length of his cock.

“Pete.. have- have you done this before?” She whispered, holding back the urge to slide a hand down and into her pyjama shorts.

“Mhm” he groaned out, his hand moving even faster. “That okay, babe?”

She whimpered, hearing the loud squelching of his hand around his dick and watching as the tip of his cock got redder and the veins got more prominent. “Yeah.. yeah, it’s okay.” She whispered out, her mouth salivating.

His pearly teeth bit into his pink bottom lip. “Baby, touch yourself. You know you want to.” He spoke lowly, his hips thrusting into his fist.

She whimpered and nodded, moving the camera down to hip level, just like how he has it, and wiggled her pyjama shorts off, leaving her in an oversized shirt (that belonged to Peter) and light pink panties that had a dark patch at her entrance.

He groaned, seeing the wet patch on her panties, his hand moving even faster around his dick. "Fuck, you're so fucking wet."

"All for you." She whined out, propping her phone up with a pillow so the could use both hands to pull her panties down, throwing them somewhere in the room.

"Shit, look at that. Fuckin' cunt fluttering around nothing, huh? Bet you want my cock, right?" He spoke lowly, taking his hand off his dick to lightly roll his balls in his hand, staving off his impeding orgasm.

She whined, nodding her head and running her index finger through her folds, tracing her slit as her arousal practically dripped down onto her bedding.

"Stick a finger inside your pretty pussy for me, yeah?" He grumbled, his hand wrapping back around his dick.

She whimpered and followed his orders, circling her entrance with her middle finger before easing inside of her, a sharp moan escaping her lips.

“There ya go.” He groaned, his eyes fixed on her finger as it disappeared inside of her pussy, his hand movements speeding up.

She whined, curling her finger up inside of her, her other hand playing with her clit.

“That’s its princess. Keep fucking yourself. Imagine it’s me, yeah? Stick another finger inside your pretty cunt, baby.” He groaned out, his hips bucking up to meet the movements of his hand.

She whimpered, moving her ring finger to join her middle finger in her movements inside of her.

His voice faded out in her ears as the white hot pleasure built in her lower stomach.

“Pete- Petey!” She whined out, her eyebrows furrowing.

“What? You’re gonna cum already? Fuck, desperate, aren’t you?” He groaned, tilting his head back for a second before looking back at his phone screen.

“Mhm!” She whined, feeling her arousal drip down her ass cheeks and onto the her sheets even more.

“Fuck, yeah, cum for me, baby. Gush around those fingers.” He grumbled, feeling his thighs tense as his own orgasm approached.

She whimpered, her fingers rubbing her clit faster as her legs shook and she threw her head back into the pillows, a large gush of liquid exiting her body and a shaky moan exiting her body.

He groaned in response, biting his lip as the camera on her end got blurry, her squirt covering her phone. His hand tightened around the base of his cock as he also came, closing his eyes as his cum covered his stomach, chest, and hand.

She whimpered, taking her fingers out of her pussy and looking at her phone, her eyes widening as she used her (his) shirt to wipe off her phone screen so it wasn’t covered in her squirt anymore.

“So, baby, what happened after your boss yelled at you?” He asked lazily, bringing his phone back up to his flushed face, staring at her through the phone.

i never know how to end these ahh

[ellena-asg]

McDanno in front of suspect's salad - every damn time:

• they have that Big Talk with a suspect but after every few sentences they feel a need to look at each other intensely

• a suspect sits in front of them and suddenly they feel a need to touch each other or they pretend they're arguing (cause it's sexy + it's a good excuse for some extra touching)

• they ask suspect about important things but after hearing the answer they suddenly have their goofy time together, they make jokes or just generally have fun, like "Hey, babe, do you remember how I threw that guy into a cage with sharks?"/"Oh yeah, hahahah"

• a suspect talks to them and they can hear/are focused but they're also so busy flirting with each other and/or are very very sweet to each other (say compliments f.e.) and all around is suddenly so sweet

• a suspect is still there (handcuffed or not yet) but these two dorks are now focused on their private life, like "Hey, how's Gracie?"/"Still sad that I couldn't watch that Barbie cartoon with her but I'm gonna make her the best pancakes ever so...". Or: "Ugh, my stomach!"/"Ha! I told you: don't eat this shit! But don't worry, babe. This time I WILL drive us to home and um, I'll give you a hot massage. I mean... I'll give your belly a hot massage, I, um, I will use hot stones!"

They usually talk about their Ohana and feelings (oh the episode where Steve comes back to Hawaii with Wo-Fat and Danny is like "Cargo pants! I knew it!" and "Steve. Did you miss me, babe? Ha?! Cause I missed you! Come on, hug me!" and Wo-Fat is like "WTF is happening here"). But it can be literally about everything: tickets for the game, medical appointment, shopping, weather...

• there's also this McDanno pose:

aka "We are Boyfriends, you know" ("Btw don't mess with us!")

I can't with our boys but especially with their suspects having the most confusing time of their life 😂 All these guys at first are like "Oh shit, cops!" and they expect some talking, all that serious police jazz, maybe some threatening but soon they all see and hear McDanno being McDanno and they're like "WTF? Are these cops serious? Is this some hidden camera show or what? Do they know they're at work and they should be professional? Do they remember about their suspect?!".

Suspect: Ahem. I'm still here, you know.

McDanno: *being McDanno*

Suspect: Hello? Officers? *Oh no, I'm like the air now, they don't see me* *Oh, fuck, they're doing this again! Come on men, it's too intimate, I don't feel comfortable you know. You need a room and I shouldn't be in that room with you, you get it?*

McDanno: *being McDanno*

Suspect: Excuse me! You should arrest me and take to your car or something like that, right? Right?! *oh mommy, I don't wanna stand here with them, invisible, forever!*

McDanno: *being McDanno*

Suspect: SOMEBODY TAKE ME TO THE JAIL! Pleeeease! *sob* HELP! HELP!

Oh and the episode where Steve and Danny played basketball with prisoners and prisoners were like "Yo, you're fucking married!"? Sure, they had eyes, they noticed it all. But I bet that they knew. They knew it before seeing our boys. All prisoners know - from other prisoners (guys booked by Danno and Steve). You go to jail = you hear about McDanno, they're legendary.

New prisoner: Hi everybody! I'm here cause I'm a serial killer. You can call me like you want but I prefer...

Other prisoners: Who caught you?

New prisoner: Um, cops.

Other prisoners: But who exactly?

New prisoner: Sorry, I don't remember their names. I only remember my sense of awkwardness... and that they called each other "babe". Huh, Small Romeo and Tall Romeo? Yeah, I know, shitty description is shitty and...

Other prisoners: *whispering and cursing* *but also shipping secretly* MCDANNO!!!

New prisoner: So... They do this in front of every...

Other prisoners: ALWAYS!

[ga-yuu]

WARNING! The story contains violence and child abuse

-----Part 1-----

Sueharu: "After I broke up with Morinaga and left town, I just couldn't help but feel miserable."

Sueharu: "Without money, you can't even be equal with a friend. I had to learn that the hard way."

Sueharu: "So I took the chance getting into a get-rich-quick scheme that just happened to come along."

Yoshino: "Get-rich-quick scheme?"

Sueharu: "I joined a group of thugs who's job was to attack rich people and rob from them."

(Eh....)

Sueharu: "They ambush passing oxcarts on deserted and unsightly roads and rob them of their money and goods."

Sueharu: "That's what they hired me for."

Yoshino: "That's...!"

(Of course it is wrong to be complicit in wrongdoings, but)

I couldn't even blame the young orphan who was trapped with no other choice.

Yoshino: "...Did you succeed?"

Sueharu: "At first, yes."

Sueharu: "But then one night, we attacked a big merchant's oxcart, and got our asses kicked."

Sueharu: "While most of the thugs were killed by the bodyguards of the merchant, I, a child was kept alive as a slave."

Yoshino: "...! Slave!?"

Sueharu: "Or to be exactly, a 'chicken'."

(Ah.....)

Blood drained from my face, as I realised he was referring to the cruel bet called cockfighting.

Yoshino: "That big merchant forced Sueharu-san to take part in a cockfight?"

Sueharu: "Yeah. And----"

Sueharu-san's eyes became dark and cloudy as if he was sinking into the memories of his past.

-----FLASHBACK-----

----The enslaved young Sueharu was taken to a 'gambling den' with other children.

In that place, killing and entertainment mean the same thing and life is far lighter than money.

Orphan 1: "Ngh. No. I don't want to..."

Orphan 2: "Please...please let me go..I'm scared..."

Kidnapper: "These brats are crying again. If it wasn't for tonight's show, I would have beaten them up."

The kidnapper who dragged the orphans out of the cell, clicked his tongue in annoyance.

Then the child who was sitting in the back of the cell with his head down reacted to the voice and looked up.

Sueharu: "....What are you going to make us do?"

Kidnapper: "Huh? What's up with that one?"

The child Sueharu, was the smallest and thinnest child out of all the kidnapped orphans.

However, his eyes were shining strangely in the darkness.

Kidnapper: "Whatever. Can't you guess by looking? These people are going to put their money on you."

Sueharu: ".........."

Beyond the kidnapper, there was a huge stage surrounded by a fence.

Two large men face each other with weapons in their hands.

Commentator: "Come on, come on everyone. All of these men you see here are thugs who have caused quite a stir in the city."

Commentator: "Only one person will survive tonight. It's up to you which one you want to bet on!"

Outside the fence, the audience on the couches shouted enthusiastically.

Sueharu: "...That's."

Kidnapper: "Those men were supposed to be executed of murdering people, but they were secretly enslaved and made to fight."

Kidnapper: "The nobles have bad taste, don't they? This is the only way we can make money."

Sueharu: "....So are we going to kill each other too?"

Sueharu held his breathe and glared at the kidnapper, who simply shrugged.

Kidnapper: "You're out of luck. This cockfighting is supposed to be a spectacle of one-sided slaughter."

Kidnapper: "Tonight, you will be fighting prisoners who have won previous fights."

Sueharu: "Ngh...."

----Part 2-----

Kidnapper: "Tonight, you will be fighting prisoners who have won previous fights."

Sueharu: "Ngh...."

Kidnapper: "Well, it's not something a kid a can win anyways. I'm here waiting for the time you brats die."

The orphans' faces gradually turn pale.

Commentator: "First game begins!"

The men's angry shouts and the sound of deadly blades striking each other echoed in the night.

The orphans clenched their eyes shut and cried out in horror.

Sueharu: "I don't..."

Sueharu: "I don't wanna die. I don't wanna die. I don't wanna die. I don't wanna die..."

Only one person...Sueharu, trembling at the sight of cruel wager without blinking.

-----FLASHBACK ENDS-----

Sueharu: "....That was the start of my nightmare."

(How cruel....)

I let out a long breath that I have been holding in.

My nails dug into my clenched fists, causing a dull pain.

-----Options------

Why did Sueharu-san have to go through all that...

I still can't forgive them.

Normally, I'd be scared....

-------

Yoshino: "Why did Sueharu-san have to go through all of that?"

Sueharu: "Fate is often like that. Those who are not born with luck, will never taste it anyways."

Sueharu: "I still remember the ugly faces of the rich people who reveled in the death of others."

Sueharu: "I knew then, from the bottom of my heart."

Sueharu: "The true terrible darkness is within us, humans."

Yoshino: "Sueharu-san...."

Unable to find words to say, I bit my lip and fall silent for a while.

Sueharu: "Don't look like that, Yoshino."

Sueharu: "Look. I survived the cockfighting---except I had to sacrifice my eye."

Yoshino: "How did it...?"

Sueharu: "It was because of my selfishness. I didn't want to die, even though I knew I would be living a shitty life..."

Sueharu: "So while the other children closed their eyes....I kept mine open."

Yoshino: "Open?"

Sueharu: "To examine how the prisoners fought, what weapons they use, their movements...."

Sueharu: "It was the only thing a helpless kid could do, at that time."

(Even adults cannot think calmly in that situation)

(How scary it must have been and yet, the young Sueharu-san was...)

Sueharu: "Then, when my turn came to fight the chickens...."

----FLASHBACK----

Kidnapper: "Hey kid! It's time to go. Right....let's get that cheeky brat to die first."

Sueharu: "....!"

The kidnapper forces Sueharu to stand on his feet and take the stage.

Kidnapper: "I'll let you have whatever you want, just in case. You can resist at your own leisure and entertain our customers."

Sueharu gripped the rusty little sword that was pressed against his chest tightly in his trembling hands.

Prisoner: "Hehehe....Come on now, I just have to kill this kid? That's easy."

Kidnapper: "Don't kill him so easily otherwise it won't be exciting."

Audience: "Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

The voices of the audience filled with ferocious excitement surrounded Sueharu and the prisoner.

Kidnapper: "Poor thing. There is no one here taking your side."

Sueharu: "............."

Gritting his teeth, Sueharu murmurs softly.

Sueharu: "Ever since I was born, I was alone."

Kidnapper: "Huh? Did you say something?"

Without saying anything, Sueharu slowly walked towards the centre of the stage.

His thin legs were trembling with the fear of death.

Commentator: "Betting starts now!"

One after another, the biggest sums of money Sueharu had ever seen were deposited into the box.

Sueharu: ".....Tch."

-----Part 3-----

Sueharu: ".....Tch."

Soon after, he swears.

Commentator: "Let the show begin!"

The vicious-looking prisoner brandishes his sword.

Prisoner: "Well, I'm going to kill you, you fucking brat."

Sueharu: "Ngh.."

Barely avoiding a slash, Sueharu rolled over and ran.

Prisoner: "Tsk! You little!"

Sueharu: "...I'll live no matter what!"

He pushes himself breathlessly into the prisoner's bosom and raises his small sword.

Prisoner: "Gahh!? Ngh.."

It was difficult for a skinny child to stab deep enough....

The prisoner punches Sueharu away.

Prisoner: "Die!"

Sueharu did not avoid the sword as it slashed at him again this time.

Sueharu: "AAAAAHHHHH...!!"

He screams in intense pain and one side of his vision is clouded with red.

Sueharu's small sword pierced the prisoner's chest this time without stopping.

Prisoner: "Ah!? ARGHH...!"

With a thud, the prisoner's body falls to the ground.

Sueharu: "Haa....Haa...."

Covered in blood, Sueharu was standing on his two legs unsteadily, trying not to fall.

Commentator: "Y-You..."

Sueharu: "Did you see that....you shits?"

The audience which should have been noisy, fell silent.

Sueharu's consciousness stopped there,

-----FLASHBACK ENDS-----

Yoshino: "The injuries sustained during the incident left Sueharu-san with one eye injury..."

Sueharu: "Well, yeah. I was treated minimally, but my left eye never saw the light again."

(....I didn't know. I didn't realise that Sueharu-san's past was this violent...)

In the twilight-tinted room, Sueharu-san's lips twisted into a shape of smile.

Sueharu: "Yoshino. Don't get me wrong. They didn't take my eyes from me."

Sueharu: "I won the bet of a lifetime. I gave up my left eye myself so that I could win."

Yoshino: "Sueharu-san..."

The intensity of the light emitted from one eye pierced my heart.

Sueharu-san playfully brushed my hair as I lost my voice.

Sueharu: "Do you want to continue?"

Yoshino: "....Please."

Sueharu: "The big merchant who enslaved me, liked me so much that he took me under his wing after I had caused a frenzy at the cockfight stadium."

Yoshino: "You mean, as his subordinate?"

Sueharu: "I was forced to do all sorts of dirty work, from spying on people to killing them."

Sueharu: "And of course, I had no right to refuse."

(From such a young age)

Yoshino: "...Did you ever thought of running away?"

Sueharu: "If I did, there still wasn't a place for me to go. I will end up dying of hunger."

Sueharu: "On the other hand, working for a big merchant means I can steal his knowledge of trade."

Sueharu: "So I decided to learn how to make money, even if I had to hang on to him."

(That takes a lot of determination...)

Yoshino: "But he was a merchant who was complicit in dangerous betting involving children, right?"

Yoshino: "It must have been tough working under him."

Sueharu: "Yeah. He wasn't a good person to begin with."

Sueharu: "I wasn't allowed to fail at work, and there were plenty of times when I was punished until morning that I couldn't sleep."

(....Mm)

Sueharu-san talked about it as if it was nothing, which made it even more painful.

Sueharu: "But I persevered nonetheless and in a few years I had grown to the point where I was known as the right-hand man of a great merchant."

(Sueharu-san's natural ability must have been so high, but it was also the fruit of his blood-soaked effort)

Sueharu: "So one day, when I turned fifteen..."

Sueharu: "I brought him down and gutted him of his business."

----Part 4----

Sueharu: "So one day, when I turned fifteen..."

Sueharu: "I brought him down and gutted him of his business."

Yoshino: "Eh...."

Sueharu: "Now that I think about it, that was long time ago."

Sueharu: "And that's how I won my second bet and won a lot of money, I'd never....won before."

The darkness hidden in Sueharu-san narrow-eyed smile sends shivers down my spine.

Yoshino: "And....after that?"

Sueharu: "With that money, I was able to expand my business in all sorts of direction."

Sueharu: "The more money I have, the better. So that I would never be trampled on by anyone ever again."

(That's why Sueharu is)

The night we met again in Kamakura.

I recall the conversation we had that time.

-----FLASHBACK-----

Yoshino: "Now Sueharu-san is going to run a trafficking business on behalf of those people?"

Sueharu: "What if I am?"

Yoshino: "....I can't allow it. No one deserves to be bought unreasonably by money."

Sueharu: "Is that so? But the reality is different."

Sueharu: "Everything in this world depends on money. If you don't want to be miserable, money is the most powerful weapon you can have."

----FLASHBACK ENDS-----

(I wonder how Sueharu-san felt when I said those words)

I am now touching the contours of Sueharu-san's heart in the darkness, which I could not understand at the time.

Sueharu: "To tell you the truth, Yoshino."

Sueharu: "As I endured my days as a slave....I often thought about Morinaga."

Yoshino: "....! Morinaga-san...!?"

Sueharu: "To keep myself from going insane in the darkest places..."

Sueharu: "I clung to the presence of Morinaga, who glowed annoyingly in my memory."

(That's how much Sueharu-san's time with Morinaga-san meant to him)

Sueharu: "That's why I hate him."

Sueharu: "Even as an adult, every time I see that intense glare, I think back to those miserable days."

Yoshino: "That's how you think...."

Sueharu: "I can't help it. Memories always haunt you. No matter how much you think you've thrown it away."

Sueharu-san changed his sitting posture and leaned to one-side.

Sueharu: "So, as soon as I'm in a new place, I get restless."

Sueharu: "I do business, sell, play etc etc ....and finally when I empty myself, I come back to this mansion."

(How can I....make Sueharu-san feel at ease?)

Questions I can't answer stick in my mind like thorns and I can't get rid of them.

Sueharu: "All I believe in is myself and money. That's not compatible with your way of life, right?"

Sueharu: "For you, who became a pharmacist to help others, and believed in love and lived your life..."

Sueharu: "You don't really know how I feel..."

Yoshino: "....Nn."

(Even so, I)

The image of Sueharu-san surrounded by orphans he had protected came to mind.

(I want to think that the face smiling under the light is also Sueharu-san's real face)

Yoshino: "Can't we just believe that, even if we're not compatible we can still be together....?"

Sueharu: "...Yoshino?"

-----Part 5-----

Sueharu: "...Yoshino?"

----I was so moved by emotions that words just fell out of my mouth.

(But)

(I don't want to trample on Sueharu-san's heart unkindly)

Yoshino: "This thought is my selfishness."

Yoshino: "So if it's uncomfortable for Sueharu-san to be approached by me, who doesn't know how you feel, then...."

Yoshino: "I'm giving up on getting to know you any further."

Sueharu: ".........."

Sueharu: "You've jumped over all the lines I've drawn so far without any difficulty. How do you do that?"

Yoshino: "What?"

(At first, I wanted to understand him because he was my enemy. That wasn't a lie, but...)

(Since when did I want to know Sueharu-san's true nature, regardless of whether he was friend or a foe?)

Sueharu: "Your unwitting tactics."

Yoshino: "Hm?"

Sueharu: "It's not fair when you suddenly try to walk away with a lonely look on your face. It makes me want to hold you back even more."

(....Are you teasing me again?)

But unexpectedly, the eyes that looked at me were serious.

Sueharu: "When I get close to you-----"

Sueharu: "Sometimes, I feel like I'm being slowly traced over by an old scar."

Sueharu: "I feel uncomfortable, but somehow I can't shake it off."

(Why?)

Sueharu-san extended his hands towards me...

Yoshino: "Ah."

He grabs my wrist and pulls me closer.

The distance between our breath and our eyes were so short that it made my heart pound.

Sueharu: "I'm confused. I don't know what to do with you now."

Sueharu: "Hey, Yoshino, you tell me."

Sueharu: "What do you want me to do?"

(I..)

I took a deep breathe and decided.

I made a wish with an unknown impulse that was rising in my heart and opened my mouth.

Yoshino: "Can I take off your eye patch?"

Sueharu: "........."

Sueharu: "Of course. If you want to."

Yoshino: "...Thank you."

I gently put my hand on Sueharu-san's eyepatch and untied it.

I was exposed to his torn scars.

Sueharu: "It's ugly, isn't it? I don't know why you want to look at it all the time."

(Don't say it like that)

The suppressed sadness overflowed in an uncontrollable gush.

I bit my lip to force it down and swallowed again.

Yoshino: "....There's nothing ugly about it."

Sueharu: "Yoshino?"

My body is hot with a jumble of frustration and sadness at my inability to communicate well.

I kissed the scar over his left eye, wishing my warmth would be transferred onto him.

Sueharu: "...Mm."

I could feel Sueharu-san's shoulders shaking just slightly.

The back of my eyes became heavy and my vision blurs.

Sueharu: "...Why?"

In a somewhat sad voice, Sueharu-san muttered.

Yoshino: "This is a proof of Sueharu-san's strength to survive."

Yoshino: "It's the most beautiful scar in the whole world. That's how I see it."

I reply with a poor answer in a voice that is almost snuffed out by emotion.

(Please, don't deny yourself of this)

Yoshino: "No one can take away Sueharu-san's pride."

Sueharu: "............"

Sueharu-san slowly cupped my cheeks in his hands.

Sueharu: "What have you done to me?"

Sueharu: "The past can never be changed. Even you, a pharmacist, can't erase these scars. And yet...."

Sueharu: "I wonder why, seeing your tears right now, feels like something is being forgiven?"

Chapter 20

[circulars-reasoning]

Hi! We're a minor bodied system, and at our point in time we're still far from deciding what we want to do with our lives, but one life path a lot of us are considering us becoming a teacher. We worry though, because we're a very overt system. We have alters who just cannot, even if they try, mask their heavy accents, or the big differences in their movements - we worry about how this would work out if we were a teacher, as I doubt we'd be able to just be like "hey class here's the complex trauma disorder I have", if we choose to be open about the disorder at work at ALL. I know you won't have every answer, since we're different people of course. I just wanna have some insight into how much of a problem it would be, any solutions you think would be available, or if you've experienced any similar worries. Hope you're having a good day 😊

Hey, I wish you the best of luck if that’s the path you go down! I love teaching.

We’re lucky enough that we can mask fairly well, but certain parts of ours definitely are more overt. Numb speaks with an accent that slips out often. Thankfully, it’s never once been an issue. Here’s some of my favorite excuses:

I didn’t sleep much last night

I’ve been doing a lot of voice acting and it’s hard to break out of it

I’ve been watching X and now I’ve got that character rotating in my mind

As for the big movement changes, that’s alright too!! Deb for instance hates walking around the room and struggles with walking sometimes, so she just says “Okay guys my feet hurt. If you have any questions while you work, come see me at my desk with your Chromebook.”

By and large, you won’t have problems; people’s default thought of “hmm, that person is acting strangely” is not “I bet they secretly have a complex childhood-trauma disorder causing them to change identities!!” Typically it’s “huh. Anyways. Not my business.”

If you need accommodations, you can do what I’ve done and simply state you have a disorder that causes X problems. Note that I’ve only done this because my work is p awesome and chill and I’m also, like. The best English teacher they’ve got (#humblebrag but the bar is also fucking LOW) so I’ve got job security.

I needed accommodations for my amnesia, because I STRUGGLE to remember all the damn meetings. So I just said to my boss, in private, “Yeah, I have a disorder that leads to gaps in my memory. It’s been something I’ve always had, and it makes the meeting aspect of my job harder. If you could send me a reminder sometimes, that would be so appreciated — and if not, just some understanding if I forget something would be great. I’m doing my best.”

[thefunkyspoon]

Two Seconds Away

We met on Findr, funnily enough. It's terribly difficult to balance college, writing, _and_ flirting with Benji. I wouldn't trade it for the world, though. I mean- this is my dream, right? I'm starting a novel, I'm _doing stuff_, and I'm gonna have a loving, gay husband soon! Well, forget the last part. My bestie always says I get ahead of myself.

"Hey! I asked you a question!" Maggie chirps, spooking me. I yelp, and flinch away just as she moves to swat me. "Huh? What?" I say, looking at her. I have a habit of getting stuck in my head, like it's a pink fluffy prison with my favorite band (Dill and the Cunts) and lovie-dovie scenarios.

"Idiot. I _said_, do you wanna go out?"

"Where?"

"Starbys."

"You're paying." I relent, and get up off my bed. I search for my shoes, yellow sneakers, and slip them on.

Soon enough, we're walking down the street to the nearest Starbucks, and I'm constantly wrapping myself around my wife. A lot of people think we're dating, or that I am hopelessly in love with her, but that's just not the case. I'm a naturally clingy person, and also, I get cold way too often. I'm jealous of Magpie's metabolism. If only it didn't hurt to sit down.

Well, it might help if I stopped referring to her as my wife or grabbing a cheek while she's walking. But atleast I don't grt the cops called on me because I hardly pass as a man. A blessing, but mainly a curse.

*Ding!* Goes my phone. Well, it's really a buzz, because we've moved off of Findr and into Lapchat. Must be Ben.

Benjamin:

*'hru'*

I'm bored out of my mind, sick of playing shooting games with my little brother. He's garbage. Fortunately for me, this cutie I met always replies. Soon enough, I get a *'good! getting coffee:)'*, proving my point. He's always getting coffee.

"Get out of my room, Tater Tot," I huff, shoving my little brother. He defends himself by biting my shoulder, so I hit his. "Moooom! Ben hit me!" I decide not to correct him on being called Benji instead, because he used to call me Mira.

Mom doesn't answer, probably too busy reading her beloved cookbook or watching Jollywood movies.

Me and Alec rarely call. I don't know what he looks like, but I have an idea. I'm hoping he's not secretly an old white man. But I don't *think* he is. I don't know anyone above the age of thirty who likes Hatsune Miku. Or who sounds so joyful all the time. I wish I could see his smile.

I remember to text him back, and decide to send him a selfie of me smiling with a thumbs up. I've been told I text like a father. *'that's good. I gotta go do dishes now'* the caption says. I don't really *have to*, but I know that Al will stop everything he's doing to talk to me, and I'm guessing he's out with a friend because he doesn't seem like the type of person who goes out alone.

Plus, no one else in this hellhole does them, and Pa says I'll need to have initiative if I ever want to have a good career. As if I don't work at their grocery store. Good thing

So I climb down the stairs, kicking a stray sports shirt with my foot, and dodge Ravi and Ryan. "Don't get in my way, rats!" I call, as if anyone ever goes to the kitchen. Bella makes a disgusted sound, as if I'm an old boomer.

Alec:

It's fine, I need to hang out with Mag anyway. I've been ghosting her too often, even though we share a dorm. I'm forever grateful for that. "Why do you even talk to people online? I bet they're all in their fourties." She chastises, making me laugh.

"They are *not!*! I've literally seen his face," I argue, knowing we've gone over this a million times and it gets us nowhere. "can I have some of your drink?" I plead, staring longingly at her drink.

"No."

"Please? I'll love you forever and ever!"

She relents. "Fine. You better," she says. I take a small sip, because I'm a benevolent and kind person. Obviously not because she'd kick my ass.

"Hey, how's class going?" She asks, making me grimace. "Oh, you know... going."

She sighs. "You're doing great. Your writing is great."

"Everything's great!" I chirp, grinning. To prove it, I start skipping. Magpie groans and runs after me, grabbing my arm so that her fingernails dig in. "One day you're gonna get hatecrimed and I'll be glad," she jokes.

I balk at the woman, before cackling. "Asshole." I mumble, but stop my aggressive silliness. A few passerbys stare at us, but I just laugh.

"Y'know, Ben is really great. Honest. I mean, he's hot, he's funny, he's... nice. I like him." I try, smiling. "Gay."

"Shut up."

We start the walk back to campus, bickering as usual. I've known her most of my life, and sometimes I forget that she isn't my actual family. The weather is a bit chilly, but Maggie refuses to wear a jacket. I mean, I'm not wearing on either, but atleast I'm wearing a very warm sweatshirt.

We go to Cornell University. Honestly, I didn't think I would get into such a school; I had always assumed I would go to a community college or whatever.

"So. Does he like vocaloid as much as you?" She asks, and it takes me a second to realize she's talking about Benji.

"Oh. Um, not really. He likes country." Maggie makes a disgusted face. "*Country?* Why do you talk to him? I thought you said liking shitty music was a deal-breaker."

I groan. "It's different, okay! It... fits, for him. Also, it's not like he's super conservative. He's pretty leftist for a country enjoyer, I think."

"That's because you met him on Findr." Good point. But I can't let her have the last word, ever. "Not all gay men are leftist, Mag!"

I almost walk past the main entrance, and the taller girl grabs my sleeve. "Are you blind?" "Kinda."

We spot one of my friends, Chloe, and say hi. She's a sweet girl, but I don't know her super well. I love her though, she's really a great person. I've known her since middle school, but we've never been that close. It's a happy suprise that she goes to the same college as me.

*Ding!* I grab my phone, half-expecting it to be some shitty news story. Me and Ben have moved from Findr to Lapchat, and I only have vibrate on, so it all sounds the same. But no, it's a picture of Ben, shirtless. He's grinning, looking super cheesy. I feel my cheeks heat up, and zoom in.

Wait.

Are those... scars? I swear I can see the faintest of scars right below his chest, but it's hard to tell. I decide not to question it. It's none of my business.

Benjiman:

I've finished cleaning up relatively quick; I'm used to it with a mother who wants me to be a good "employee." With my door locked, I decide to send Alec a picture. I barely send him thirst-traps, and when I do, they aren't much. To be honest, I don't have much experience. I waited till I passed as male to date, except for one person, and even when I did pass I kept my sex life pretty bare.

He replies with a *'Hot (0-0///'*, which makes me chuckle to myself. He's a pretty big nerd, like me, but he's much more open about it. Meanwhile only my close family knows. It's not like I keep it a *secret* from people, it's just... it doesn't come up. Not to mention, I don't want death threats. I pass as male, so what's the point of saying I wasn't?

In response, he sends me a picture of the Hatsune Miku he got last Christmas. He's showed me the doll atleast five times. *cutie;]*, I text. I'm talking about the figure. To be honest, I don't really know what he looks like. Sure, I know his hair is light brown, and he's white, but that's about it. He doesn't feel comfortable sharing what he looks like. I don't really mind it. I don't know where he lives, which, obviously. Who would tell a rando from the internet where they live? To be honest, I've had dreams that he actually lives really close, and one day while I'm walking we'll make eye contact and I'll be like *"hey, are you Alec?"* and he'll be like *"Ben?"*

He's younger than me, I think. Still in college.

Plus, it's not like he's the only one I talk to. It's not like we're dating or anything. We started talking, when, June of last year? Not that long ago. Speaking of, I should check up on June. She's one of my closest friends. We dated for like, two weeks in college, until I found out both of us were gay. Well, I'm bi.

*Hey*

*hiiii*

She's always been a bubbly person. I haven't talked to her in around two weeks, which isn't that bad, considering my history of ignoring people when they text me, or just never reaching out.

*hru???* she asks. *I'm good! And you?:)*

The contest continues for what seems to be three minutes, until she Lacetimes me. I'm not surprised to see her new hairstyle. Her usual hairsyle is cornrows, but now she has two puffy balls on each side of her head, adorned with cute charms, stars, and other trinkets. I don't know much about Black hair, but I know that hers is gorgeous. I try not to be too gaudy; I think it makes me look too feminine. I hate being feminine.

But I think such prettiness is expected to be treated with sqeauls, so that's what I do. Well, I don't, I say *looking good! Damn girl*, giving her a show of looking around the screen. But I think it has the same effect. She's a thick girl.

"Oh, you like? That's good, babe." She says with a loud, boisterous laugh. Most of what she says borders on flirtatious, and I'm not sure how to feel about it. Sure, she has a girlfriend, but it makes me feel... unsure. Part of it has something to do with my family and their wholesomeness, but I think most of it stems from Alec. "Yeah, um, sorry, I actually just got caught up in something. Can we talk later?" I say, and when she agrees, if not a bit hesitantly, and hangs up. I feel a little bad; I rarely talk to her nowadays, and I love her. Platonically.

I like him so much, that I barely hook up with people anymore. Even though he's in an entire different state, and it's not like we're official or something. But he's amazing. Crazy smart.

I remember that I was just talking to him- well, text him, but whatever. I press the facetime button, hoping he'll answer.

*"Hey, what is it? Havin' a good day?"* he says. His camera is off, as usual. I'm a bit surprised that he answered at all, considering he's spoken extensively on his hatred of calls. "Hey! Yeah, I'm doing good. Just, uh, got bored. Whatcha doing?" I respong with a slightly nervous laugh. I scratch the back of my neck. *"Hey, who's that?"* a strangers voice say, not far away from what I can hear. Then, *"Oh, is that the guy you're sexting? I wanna talk to him."*

I cackle, and wave, hoping the person, who I think is a girl, sees it. "Yup, it's me. I hope."

"Nope, he's actually been fucking a bunch of others, too. You're lucky he's even talking to you." The college student says with a hopefully mock-serious voice. My expression sours, but I try to real back my feelings. "Joking, joking!" She assures. "It's nice meeting you. What's your name, if you mind me asking? Al talks about you alot."

"Maggie. And you? I'm *pretty* sure it's Bob, but, you know." I guffaw at her. "It's Benjiman, actually. Hey, can you pass the phone back to Alec?"

I wish I could see his face right now. "Hey, uh, whatsup?" He says. I shrug. I've since changed into a shirt, as video calling without a shirt and sending photos without a shirt are too very different things, and I'm not sure we're that close yet. Maybe someday. Soon.

I laugh boisterously, as usual. I've been compared to a buff Santa a couple times. "Good. Is that the best friend?" I ask, just wanting to confirm.

Alec:

I nod, before realizing that he can't see me. While everyone tells me that I pass really well, I can't help but feel like I still just look trans. Not that outwardly looking queer is *bad*, it's just... I want to be safe. "Oh. Yeah, that's her."

*"Lemme in! Ben-Bob!"* a voice sqeals in what I think is the distance. It's coming from my phone. Oh.

I know that Benjiman has a pretty big family, or, well I can guess. But I've never seen them. I'm pretty excited.

*"I'm talking to a friend! Later!"*

*"Do you hate me?! Agh!"*

Benji looks at the camera pointedly. It makes me laugh; he's so stupid. I love him.

**Two Weeks Later...**

Benjiman:

So, this is it. I look at myself in the bathroom mirror for what must be the fifth, sixth time in the past thirty minutes. I comb over my hair with the comb my dad gave me when I was nine and groan in frustration when it flops exactly where I *didn't* want it to go.

In three hours, I will meet the boy I've been *talking to* for the first time. In person.

I sigh, trying to calm my nerves. I'm just like my dad in that way, trying to feel better no matter the situation. I'm a pretty confident person, so this shouldn't be a big deal.I don't have a car, so I'll take the subway. I don't need a car; it's too much hassle. I've the habit of monologuing when I'm stressed since I was young.

I'm going to run late if I spend any more time preening. I stomp down the stairs to the living room, and grab my coat. "Where are you going?" My Ma asks. "I've told you, Ma, I'm going out with a friend." I answer. While I know they support me, I don't want to cause excess drama.

Before she can talk herself in circles about the dangers of people online, I walk out the door.

Soon enough I'm crammed between an elderly man looking absolutely *dapper*, and a dude with a bright blue mohawk. I decide to text Alec, even though I really don't have to. I've already texted him more than necessary. Do gifs count as texting? I put on my headphones, click on Hotify, and turn on my rock playlist.

[sunnyrifle]

「retirement」

GinMori should retire to Okinawa or smth;;

tags: PG ▪️ guns&violence

⚠️CAUTION!! i’m not eng native, this is an unedited text from my notes, structural & grammatical errors ahead⚠️

Akira: (talking about car that can suit Ginji’s retirement) Nissan Gloria y30

Pansy: she is gorgeous

I imagine Morita trying to seem annoyed by the car ,"yeah you retired from your luxurious life but want to ride this thing every day?" (he is secretly amazed by the car)

Akira: I think this model strikes between old-timey and luxurious just right!! so if it's gonna be 2000s it'd look already as an old man car, but to everyone over 50 (Gin's category of ppl lol) it'd be jelousy in act

Pansy: I always imagine they would live a normal life, maybe Gin gives his money away to prove he won't go back to shady business. but the car HAS to be fancy

Gin riding this wearing a hawaiian shirt and sunglasses. it's so easy for me to imagine

Akira: I can't imagine Ginji eating normal food and using normal clothes hahaha I bet they have arguments in the stores all the time but settle it with "okay, then you cook" and Morita is all confidently smiling like "hell yeah I will! and you better enjoy it" and they snicker and settle down (not after the whole supermarket knows these two fuck cuz they spent 30 mins discussing which cheese to choose)

Pansy: Morita will turn into a chef just to win arguments. if the food is bad Gin will look at him like "I told you so, now let's get sushi"

Akira: I also love to think that sometimes when Ginji's grumpy about some mundane thing or two, like idk cologne being cheap, he gets a stack of cash out of the blue and Mori gets angry saying "but you said you gave it away! Where did this new bottle of cologne from Italy come from" Ginji just shrugs with a side comment like "oh it's just a measly change" or smth hahah 

he can also spoil Morita by pulling out an expensive bottle of alcohol right with it saying "oh well, then you don't want to share this huh?" and ofc Mori sighs and agrees, what's spent is spent

Pansy: saved money can only be spent for the car, alcohol and some fancy date on anniversaries

it would be funny if both of them suck at cooking tho. I would love to see Gin being bad at something

Akira: I bet Ginji can't cook for life, he can brew coffee and do omelette, that's it

Pansy: after a week of omelette Mori is like okay bro enough

the first time the technique was impressive, now it's lame

Akira:  it sounds about right, Mori being excited bc there's always breakfast waiting for him in the morning and it’s romantic enough, but a week or maybe two and he's standing up fixing his hair in a lame ponytail without a brush and rolling up his sleeves: "we're eating something different for the breakfast today, you can stick next to the coffee pot tho"

Pansy: he thinks "damn omelette is the only thing I can do well but now I can't even do that"

Akira: I bet they still visit very cool old bars, but maybe since they moved from Tokyo they're now regulars in some other prefecture so no one recognises them

Pansy: retired to okinawa life, my beloved

They can move to the coast, Mori can work at a restaurant and Fin will enjoy doing old men stuff (met a retired yakuza at the park, they play mahjong for hours)

Akira: sniffles,, Mori as a handsome young waiter

Pansy: he would be so popular with the girls at the restaurant

Akira: yes!! not only locals (who eventually get to see the old man Morita smiles and giggles around after his shift is done) but also random tourist girls all sweet promising him to teach him 'how they kiss in France' or smth hahaha 

I wanna see blushing cheeks and nervous laughs and Morita's broken english sentences hahaha

Pansy: aw so cute y_y

they chase after him when his shift is over, then run into gin. they end up falling harder for the old man

Akira: haha "see, told you the car price was worth it" and Morita huffs but sits in the passenger seat with his single rose bouquet

Pansy: at first Mori wishes he could get rid of the girls, then feels jealous and confused when they go after Gin instead

Akira: he's cute which gets any girl but he's also easy to make blush which gets him bad girls

the femme fatale from all around the world at his knees yet he's always running away to the single car that pulls to his workplace to take him home

Pansy: lmao why did I imagine him running desperately to the car almost crying

Akira: "they pinched me!!" and Ginji's like so what..... "sniffle, pinched my butt the whole shift, I hate this work so muuuuch"

Pansy: lmao my dude you have survived worse

at least there's no stabbing here y_y

Akira: if there's any time a fight breaks out Morita is tackling every single one involved into the ground asap

Akira: there should be at least one waitress who bites her lower lip catching a glimpse of Ginji pulling Morita into the kiss from the open car window

Pansy: "did he just kiss his dad"

the gossip must be intense

people around the small town would make crazy stories about them… the girls want Mori to protect them from their evil exes!

Akira: I imagine some kind of local, sitting back and going "oh they must be ex yakuza, I can see their mannerisms" and some waitress going "ah, when I saw them at the beach none of them had any tattoos" and so on

theories getting as wild as they can

not to mention scars sometimes getting shown on Morita too

if its okinawa no way in hell he never rolled up his sleeves up

Pansy: two men with accents from the capital arrive in town with an expensive car, buy a small but cute house. One tries not to show scars, the other one walks around town bragging about his refined taste.

Gin's pride is too big and his manners too obvious he walks like a millionaire

Akira: I imagine all kinds of stupid scenarios happening to him when he brags about the alcohol in a bar in the middle of the day bc obviously he has nothing better to do, but as soon as he's asked to pay for the glass of what he called cheap, Ginji goes "heh.... put it on tab" acting all cool when bartender still didn't see his wallet not even once

Pansy: lol he is too used to ordering stuff without checking the prices!! now Mori will have to teach him how to manage a budget

he works so hard every day just to arrive home to an old lazy cat (fox) sleeping on the tatami floor asking "did u bring me asahi? :3"

Akira: imagine absolute humiliation Ginji experiences hanging his head low and holding his forehead in his hand over the table as Morita explains electricity and water supply bills to him

Pansy: lmao it would be such a funny experience for Gin. I imagine his face smiling with sweat drops

so hard not to buy whatever he wants whenever he wants. get humbled

Akira: right right,,, I bet he should feel at least a little bad for Morita providing money to their house and he starts rubbing into the shady side of okinawa, maybe getting familiar with some kind of underbelly of the region just so he can blackmail them here and there for money lol

"Oh, the electric bill is more expensive this month than the last one... surely there's something you could do about it?"

Pansy: Gin don't get involved in politics challenge: impossible he slowly turns into his shadowy figure

Akira: if Mori confronts him Gin just says he met a yakuza boss in the bar and they're Friends now

ooh or even better, one time them mentioning "when you're gone we'll take care of your boy, don't worry he's in good hands" not actually meaning anything bad and reassuring him instead, and Ginji snaps from it like a dream, getting reminded WHY Morita was against him getting into shady business once again...

ah I'd like to see him all guilty and silently press into Morita's hands not talking the whole evening through just reliving their divorce all by himself in his head, ending the evening with a single "I'm sorry I got involved in that again" but his eyes pleading with "please don't leave me again" instead

Pansy: lol I imagined him kneeling down in front of Mori in that sorry position

the ptsd is too intense for this old man please he has nothing left don't make him sleep in the car

I think Gin is the type of man who would be always tempted to go back to the old life. but maybe now he will appreciate gambling in horse races even more

Akira: Mori makes him sleep in his car for One Night so he'd learn his lesson

imagine him waking up Ginji by nudging his shoulder, he's still in a car and Morita needs him to drive him to work so ofc he needs to wake up already and Morita is still just a bit angry (that's why he didn't wake Gin up for breakfast) but he also feels sorry for his old back and that slept in the car all the night through lol and so Morita lets him into restaurant before the opening hours and feeds him something at the bar counter while he runs around preparing for the day

they silently make up with each other like that

[eddieschains]

Can you do “not so tough now” with Joseph?

i had so much fun writing this 🤭 i hope you like it!!

TW// 18+ (minors move along), RPF (don’t like it, don’t read it), barley proof read, Joe is kind of an asshole, sub!Joe, control kink??, dry humping, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), let me know if i missed anything!!

Not So Tough Now, Are You?

“Hey babe?” You heard Joe call from the bedroom while you were in the bathroom getting ready.

“Yeah?” You respond, standing in the doorway.

“Jack asked if we could pick up a bottle of champagne on our way to the party, I guess he forgot some.” He’s standing in front of the mirror tucking his shirt into his pants before giving himself a couple sprays of cologne.

“Well I have a full bottle in the liquor cabinet if you wanna just bring that.” You walk towards him, helping him smooth out his sleeves.

“Okay yeah that’s perfect.” He turns around to give you a peck on the lips. “You almost ready beautiful?”

“Yeah let me just get my shoes on. Wanna warm up the car?” He nods, grabbing his keys before exiting the house.

This was the first time you would be meeting his school friends. You’d met his close group of friends before, but these guys were more of acquaintances so you’d never got a chance to introduce yourself.

You pull up to the driveway and take notice of how nice the house is. The alumni from his school must do very well. You weren’t too nervous, considering Joes other friends were absolute angels, you didn’t think you’d have much to worry about.

“Hey Joe!” His friend greets you at the door, pulling him in for a hug before moving his eyes towards you. “Who’s this pretty thing?”

Wait. Has Joe not mentioned you before?

“Oh this is my friend Y/N.” Friend. So that’s how tonight’s gonna go.

“Hi. So nice to meet more of Joes friends.” You shake the man’s hand, your teeth gritted together.

He ushers you two into the house to say hi to the other attendees. You look up at Joe with fire in your eyes, but he ignores you. You leave him to grab yourself a drink from the kitchen while he mingles in the living room.

“So you gonna tap that or what?” You overhear one of his friends say, motioning to you.

“I already do.” He laughs, sipping the beer his friend handed him.

“I bet she lets you throw her around, huh? Pretty thing like that you’d have to.” You hear his friend laugh, glancing over to see him look you up and down. Is Joe going to say anything? You feel like a piece of meat standing in this kitchen waiting for the wolves to attack.

“Oh don’t worry guys, I am very much in control when it comes to her.”

Oh my fucking god. He was gonna pay for this later. You decide to walk over to the group and have a little fun before tearing into Joe for the way he was speaking about you.

“Hi guys, i’m Y/N nice to meet you.” You smile as you see all of their faces drop. “What’re we talking about?”

“Oh just school.” Joe responds, avoiding eye contact.

“Yeah? Tell me, what was Joe like in school?” You inquire the rest of the group.

“Oh he was like top dog. Always fucking bitches and was just the toughest guy i’ve ever met.” One of his friends responds, obviously not sensing the tone in the room.

You look to see Joe giving him the eyes, secretly telling him to shut up. “Tough guy, huh? Yeah that sounds like Joseph.” His eyes whip over to you. You know he despises when you call him by his full name. “Hey, Joseph, i’m getting pretty tired. Can we head home soon?” You ask with an eyebrow raised. He nods as you walk away to throw away your drink.

You grab his keys and wait for him in the car, not wanting to hear what else he has to say about you just for the sake of looking cool. You see him walking down the driveway and you bury your head in your phone.

“Baby i’m so sorry. I didn’t think you’d hear all of that. But you know, these guys they’re…”

“Pigs?” You ask, not looking up from your phone.

“I guess that’s one way of putting it.” He responds, putting the car in gear.

“So you decided you also needed to act like a pig so they’d respect you?”

“No no, I should’ve never said those things. I’m not like them I promise.” You mumble a mm-hmm in response.

The rest of the car ride home is silent. Nothing but your thoughts invading your psyche. You never would’ve thought of Joe to be the type to act differently with his friends, but if he wanted to put on the tough guy act, then so be it.

You jump out of the car as soon as he parks it, running inside before he can try to convince you to talk before going inside. You knew he was going to take him time before coming inside, trying to think of what to say to you to calm you down. But all that was on your mind right now was some version of revenge. If he was going to tease you, you were going to give him a taste of his own medicine.

Throwing your clothes off, you begin rummaging through your lingerie drawer. Trying to find a piece that’ll make his head spin. You finally settle on a lacy red piece, with garters to add even more spice.

You wait in the bathroom until you hear him walk into the bedroom. You hear the plop of the mattress as he lets out a loud sigh and you start to feel bad. But, now wasn’t the time to make him feel better. He hurt you, and you were gonna make him pay.

You step out of the bathroom and immediately jump on top of him, legs on either side of him pinning him to the mattress.

“Honey what are you do-“ You press your fingers to his lips, shushing him.

“No talking unless I say so, got it?” He nods, a confused look on his face. “And no touching either.” You say as you pin his hands above his head.

You begin to grind down on his lap, his eyes falling shut. You were never in control like this when it came to your sex life, and even though you had just started, you were loving it.

You reach one of your hands that isn’t holding his wrists down to caress his cheek. Lowering yourself to kiss him from behind his ear, down to his collarbones.

“So what was it you were saying about me earlier? How you were always in control?” You nibble on his earlobe, earning a deep groan from him.

“I’m sorry baby I- shit. I didn’t mean it.” He pleads.

“Well you may be used to taking control, but tonight it’s my turn.” You growl in his ear, moving your hips quicker on top of his growing erection.

You begin to undress him slowly. Starting with his shirt, kissing and sucking on his chest and stomach along the way. He wiggling and squirming underneath you, desperate for you to pull him inside of you. You then move on to his pants, moving even slower. Painfully slow, for the both of you. You know you’d much rather just sink yourself on top of him, but he needs to pay for the events earlier in the night.

Once you finally rid him of all of his clothing, his fully hard cock springs up, hitting the inside of your thigh. You have to hold back a moan, not wanting to let go so quickly. You continue to grind your clothed pussy on top of him, and you can feel your wetness pouring through your underwear.

“Please baby.” Joe moans from beneath you.

“Please baby, what?” You spit.

“Please just fuck me, I can’t take it anymore. I’m sorry, okay?”

“Hmm doesn’t sound like much of an apology to me.” You respond, kissing right above his pelvis.

“I’m sorry, I really am. I was a dick and shouldn’t have treated you like that. Please I need to be inside you right now.” He continues to beg as you let out a light chuckle.

“Aw look at you. My poor baby’s just begging me to fuck him isn’t he?” You lower yourself one more time to place a sloppy kiss on his lips. “Not so tough now, are you?”

Joe responds with nothing but please please please as you lift yourself off of him. Standing on the side of the bed as you remove your own clothes even slower than his. He watched while he’s whimpering and panting, waiting for you to make contact once again.

Once you’re fully naked, you wrap your legs around him once again. You grab his cock and start toying at your entrance, sliding it back and forth gathering your slick with it.

“Remember, no touching.” You remind him as you fully sink yourself down on him, moaning as he fills you up. “Fuck.”

Your hands lay on his chest, pushing into him as you slowly move your hips back and forth. You had gotten yourself so worked up, you were sure you could cum right then and there. But you hold it, wanting to wait until he was begging you for his own orgasm to reach yours.

“Does that feel good baby? Your big cock inside my tight wet pussy?” You moan on top of him.

“Faster, please baby.” He begs.

You tap him on his chest, “Uh-uh. I make the rules. But since you asked so nicely…” You begin to move your hips faster, his happy trail hitting your clit adding to the sensation. Joe is a moaning mess, biting down on his bottom lip so hard you were worried you were going to see blood soon.

His hands are still sat above his head, wiggling as he fights the urge to touch you. You almost forgot the rules you gave him, so you grab your breasts in your own hands and start squeezing and kneading them.

“You wish you could be touching these tits right now don’t you?” You take your nipples in between your fingers, rubbing them between the pads. “Wish you could be sucking on these, huh?”

That was Joes final straw. He lifts his upper body to yours, his mouth immediately finding your tits as he sucks harshly on the round buds.

“Fuck! Joe, I-I said no touching.” You moan as your hands instinctively find the back of his head.

“So what’re you gonna do about it?” He smirks. You don’t respond, relishing in the feeling his mouth is giving you.

Once he’s done with your chest, his hands each for your hips. He lift you up and bounces you back down on to him over and over again until you lose the strength to hold yourself up right. He wraps his arms around the small of your back as he fucks into you from below.

“Oh my god Joe, Joe don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Feels so good.” You moan, letting your head fall into his neck.

“Look who’s begging now honey.” He laughs. You’re enjoying the feeling too much to scold him.

You feel your orgasm fast approaching as you squeeze yourself around him.

“Gonna cum baby. You gonna let me cum, or do I have to ask permission?” He asks, sarcasm coating his words. You look up from his neck, giving him permission with your eyes.

A couple thrusts later, you feel his warm ropes of cum coating your walls which only pulls your own orgasm from you. You continue moving your hips on top of him, allowing both of you to ride out your highs.

Your hands reach for his cheeks, pulling him in for a kiss. This time it’s more passionate, fueled by love instead of control.

“I love you but if you ever speak about me like that again we’re going to have serious problems.”

He giggles lightly, a remorseful look setting on his face. “Deal.”

[persage]

My Responsibility - S. Harrington

Part 4- Breathe

Whump! Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: After the events of Season 4, Steve must deal with the consequences of his injuries. When his condition worsens, only the reader realizes it and the truth is much scarier than you expected.

PART 3 Masterlist

Tags: Whump! Angst! Romance! Steve HarringtonxBest Friend Reader. Found Family Trope.

Taglist: @carpediem1219 @redheadedfangirl1 @ducky-is-dead-inside @gloryofroses19 @lexiecamposv @xsammijoanneex @johnricharddeacy @thestarsandtheircoffee @hcloangcls Once again I wanna thank you for your support, writing this part has been very difficult and I'm not even sure it's good at all but I still hope you like it!

There was a kiss once. You called it "The other time", leaving all your friends with dubts about what had really happened.  "We don't talk about the other time". Robin agreed it was a cool name, but also tried hard to get you to confess a little more about it. There was a bet going on between her and Max and she was sure she would win.

"Dingus must have done something very embarrassing, like he tried to kiss her and she dodged"

"No. I think they have ... You know ... Had sex. It is sooo clear"

Robin was not that far from the truth to be honest, but there was something missing in her theory,  a small but very important detail: you have not moved away. Not an inch. Kissing Steve Harrington felt like comin' home after a long time, like finding your way back after getting lost in the woods. You never asked him, but a part of you thinks it was the same overwhelming feeling for him. You had decided together that whatever that kiss was, you wouldn't talk about it again and so you pretended to forget. It was Graduation Day, happiest moment in your life. You walked toward him as he arrived at your doorstep: same car, same hair, it could have been a day like many other but he was there, stunning in his suite, and with a little imagination you could pretend he'd come to get you and take you to the prom -  something you had secretly wished since the beginning of high school. You blushed, the way his eyes ran into your body was pure magic. Steve had stretched his fingers towards you to tidy a lock of hair behind your hear and then he held it firmly to your cheek, you slowly covered his hand with yours, squeezing it slightly. "I don't want to sound cheesy but.. Y/N Y/L/N but I think you are the most beautiful thing these eyes have ever seen." You laughed trying to hide your embarrassment. "Took you long enough to understand it Harrington." He shook his head. Then he kissed you, without any particular reason, without atmosphere and premeditation, he simply kissed you as if it were the most natural thing in the world, as if he had done nothing else in his entire life. His lips on yours were calm and delicate. You deepened the contact, responding automatically, letting your hands slide over his chest and your tongue slip into his mouth. You only realized what you were doing when your mother called you from the upper floor and you broke away with an expression somewhere between terror and sheer embarrassment. Your lips parted, you met his eyes with fear and Steve could hear the beating of his own heart. "Oh I ... Sorry ... What a weird thing adrenaline is huh?"

"Adrenaline?"

"Come on, it's graduation day. We are free, adults. It's exciting and you can do... Stupid things." You knew him well enough to see he was trying to hide the embarrassment too. "Well technically I kissed King Steve before the end of high school that makes me one of the cool kids"

Something had changed in you and you both knew it. Now you can't help but  wonder how he would have answered if you’d only asked what he felt that day.

When the time comes, it's Hopper's  job to undress Steve with the delicacy he would use with a child while the boy is stirring deliriously, in the grip of a fever that is still too high. "Go away, go away! " In his mind, the chief's hands are demobat's tails  squeezing around his neck and he's  trapped - again- in the Upside Down, Vecna's monsters chasing him without mercy. Jim takes him carefully bridal style and brings him to bathroom.

"Be strong, Harrington." He says as he lets him slowly slip into a tub full of ice. As soon as his warm skin touches the frozen water, Steve begins to regain consciousness, chattering his teeth, looking around with those big eyes, confused and scared. It kills you to see him so vulnerable. The black veins on his arms and chest pulsate more than ever and it looks like they're about to explode. You take a step towards him and run a hand through his hair to calm him down as Hopper dips him deeper and deeper into the water, trying to ignore the cold that tears his own arms and the boy's grimaces of pain. "Stop, stop." Steve whispers, fidgeting to no avail. You get down on your knees to find yourself at his height.  "Y/N" Your name on his lips is like a prayer. "What's going on? I didn't want ... I didn't want to tell you those things." You smile sweetly. "It's okay honey. We're helping you and ... I know, I know you didn't want to." You reassure him, running a hand on his cheek. He is already cold. Too cold. You wonder if you have made the right choice.

"Don't leave me."

"Never" He looks relieved.

"I ... it's bad, isn't it?" Steve asks  Hopper, pointing with his head at the veins that now cover most of his body.  Harrington is smiling, trying to be strong, but his eyes show how truly scared he is. It hit Hopper that Steve is only a kid. A soldier, perhaps, but still a kid. "Yeah, It is but I need you to let us do this and focus on your breathing." He nods but as Dustin pours more ice into the tub, his veins begin to throb even more and it looks like they're about to come out of his body, slap away from his flesh. In a short time - too short for any human being in any human condition - his lips begin to take on disturbing shades of blue. Steve is frozen and you can only touch as much bare skin as you find to let him know you are there. Steve starts coughing, his body trembles, now the veins have arrived on the face, near his eyes and if you look closely, they are slowly invading them, obliterating the light in his gaze. Robin holds back a scream, suffocating it with her own hands. "It's all right Rob." He encourages her.

"Do you remember when we took a dip in your pool in the middle of winter and we almost froze to death?" You ask, smiling. "Y - hea I r-r-reme-mber"  He has trouble speaking, his teeth chatter without him being able to do anything to avoid it, cold drops run down his body. "M - my m-mum .... punish-ment for w-weeks." Only by touching him you can feel the cold invade you too, but you don't care. God only knows how you would like the enter this cursed tub with him, trow your arms around his fragile body to protect him. "You said you've never felt this cold in your life, do you still think it Harrington?" You joke. He smiles and shakes his head. "T-this is wo-r-rse but a-at least I w-won't be punished"

"No" you reply, placing a kiss on his forehead. "You won't be."

Then suddenly something changes in his gaze, a flash of pain passes through him like a shot. Steve squints his eyes with all the strength he has left. "STOP! PLEASE! HOPPER! GOD! STOP PLEASE!" He screams at the top of his lungs and Jim continues to immerse his body, with more and more ice, the boy's pain in his ears. Steve tries to get up, Dustin is right there to stop him and Steve grabs his arm tightly. Robin puts her hands on her ears, the girl clearly can't take hearing her friends screams anymore, hot tears roll down her cheeks as she turns away to not let him see her breakdown. The weight of what's happening suddenly crushes her.

"Steve!" Dustin's agonizing cry make you snap your head back and look at him. Steve's eyes are closed. Your breath caught in your throat. "Love, I need you to wake up again."  "Come on kid, you've gotta open your eyes now." Hopper says and Steve slowly blinks his eyes open. "There we go. You're doing really great." And all you think is that the worst is yet to come. 

When Hopper starts carving his flesh, Steve Harrington is sore. It's not the blade that makes him shout, that's not the pain he feels. It comes from within, a burning fire surrounding his heart and throat. Whatever it is, he just wants it to stop. "Please let me die." He thinks, but he doesn't speak, not anymore. The pulsing black veins have taken every part of him, his eyes are now completely black, streams of black blood dripping from his mouth. As Hopper desperately continues to cut his skin and El prepares herself to get the poison out of him, they all have a feeling that the plan is going to be a huge, immense failure. Steve is cold, his skin - where still visible - is so clear that it's almost transparent and the more you look at him the more you feel like you are already looking at his dead body. Something inside you definitely breaks and you find yourself sobbing, salt on your lips from tears, voice cracking. "Please Stevie" The image of a ten year old boy smiling at you, big dark eyes, already perfect hair, a hand stretched out towards you." I love you."

What happens to Steve in the meantime feels like a dream. Long red hair flutters before his eyes, little freckles on white cheeks, fair skin. "Hey idiot." He would recognize her voice anywhere. "Max."  In the clouded haze of his pain there she is, beautiful and alive.  "Hi Steve." Her voice is breaking with emotion. "You're going to be okay. I'll make sure of it, I promise. You've survived so much shit, you can survive this." "Your arms, your eyes." He grabs her by the shoulders, as if to be sure she's really there with him and she's fine, no broken bones or bloodshot eyes. There's no Vecna, the girl in front of him is the same annoy little Max from good old times, the sister he never had, the one he thought he has lost. "I'm fine. I'm fine here whatever this place is, maybe one day I'll be fine in my body too and I'll be back." He raises his eyebrows on confusion. "This ... is not real. Am I ... dead? Because if that's the case I was expecting angels to be a little nicer than you."

"I see you haven't lost your sense of humor." Max gets serious. "I'm glad I saw you Steve, but I've never wanted you here. In danger, on the border."

"I'm sorry, I should have protected you, it was my fault." She shakes her head "No, no it's not" and she hugs him, squeezing his body tightly. "You have to go back Steve, the others need you."

"Thanks for the encouragement, shithead." He responds in a raspy voice and smiles, but the seren expression on his face quickly contorts into a grimace. He is slowly regaining consciousness. Oh shit it was way better back there.

"Protect Lucas, for me. "

When he opens his eyes you are crouched by his side and still running your fingers through his hair. Steve seems to relax slightly as you do it. Near you, El is whispering something to the boy that Hopper can barely hear, with outstretched hand, a small trickle of nosebleed, a determined expression as she slowly tries to draw the black venom out of his body, distinguishing the poison and the blood. Still, the blood gushes anyway, and you begin to fear that he will bleed to death if she continues like this.

"It's going to be okay. Breath. In, out. In out. Breath. In, out. In, out." El says each phrase many times to Steve. When he turns to her, looking into his scared black eyes, she can read a request "Make it end. Let me go". Suddenly Eleven is angry, she remembers all the people she's lost along the way - the ones who died, the ones who are still there but they really aren't- she rememberes tears, brokenhearted people, misery and then she lets out a scream so loud you get the feeling it might break the earth. "Leave him alone!" And with a gesture, the black liquid  slug quickly out of the boy's body, his eyes return to a human color, the tub fills with thick poison, and no sound comes out of Steve Harrington's wide-open mouth. You call his name, in the chaos of moments that appear to you as long as eternal hours. When El drops beside you, Steve's body limps back into the tub, sliding underwater. You are immediately by him, grab him by the shoulders and pull him, bringing out his head from the filthy liquid so he can finally breathe and you don't even realize you've pushed Hopper away when the man was ready to help you.

Steve is not breathing, his now pale and clean face is cold and still, blue shades on the lips and cheeks. There's is nothing vaguely alive about him, nothing about the guy you know and love. He is an empty shell which you keep shaking as you start crying desperately, your face contorted, bile in your throat. You've never felt so much pain before, it 's like every part of you body is breaking. You feel like you're falling down from a skyscraper.  Joyce's delicate hands pull you back and you let her do it, unable to resist, feeling your bones become liquid, unable to support you anymore. It can't be true, it can't be true because even in the worst moments, even as he pushed you away in a desperate attempt to keep you safe from him, you thought it was going to be Steve and Y/N. Together. Safe. You've imagined so many times the two of you old, one under the arm of the other, ready to go visiting Robin or Dustin or some of the kids, him leaning on a stick, you with big round glasses.

Hopper holds Steve Harrington's icy body in his arms and pulls him out of the water. You look around only to see the despair on your friends' faces. Robin is sitting on the floor, arms encircling her legs in a solitary hug, blue eyes red with tears are fixed on the figure of her friend. Her Platonic soulmate. Dead. Dustin is motionless, standing trembling while a hole reopens in his chest and the last part of his heart is ripped away. Hopper and Eleven are next to Steve, not ready to give up on him. "Come on boy." Hopper sets him on the ground while Dustin finds the strength to pass him a large towel to be able to warm him up. You can't help but think that maybe there is nothing more to warm up as you let yourself be lulled into Joyce Byers' embrace, clinging with your nails to her clothes, desperate. "Please please please please.I... I c-an't lo-se him Joyce I can't."

"I know darling." The woman's crying too.

Eleven is angry, her eyes shine with determination and she has a hand resting on Steve's chest, you don't know what she's doing to him but you trust her. She lets her gaze fall on you. She has to save him.

The seconds pass and it's pure agony.  Without even thinking about it, you have slowly crawled next to Steve's body and now you're crouched disperatly on him, forehead against his, nose to nose. "Breathe." You implore. "Just breathe for me"

Now you are sure, Eddie was right the day he told you:  "I belived that if Hawkins was burning, you’d want to be by each other's side when it happened. The way you protect him is the clearest sign of undying true love that these cynical have seen." He smiled. "Wouldn’t you want to be with him if the world is going to end?

And yes, you would. And now the world in ending, and you must be there for him. The cold in his body is yours. The death that surrounds him is yours too. If he dies, you die tonight.   Simple as that. When his heartbeat stops, yours cease too.

"Come back to me Steve" You cry in agony, caressing is soft skin. "Come back to me." You're sobbing loud and your entire body is trembling. There's no sound in your hears. As Eleven lets her hand fall on her side, wide smile on her face, you don't immediately understand whats happening. "I love you"

A moment later, with a deep breath and a cough, eyes wide open, there he is: back in your arms. Steve Harrington is back in the living world, searching for you while you are paralyzed from a wave of emotions that hits you hard. You crawl back, putting some space between you and his body while Hopper holds him in the attemp of warm him more and calm him down. "Y/N" His voice is raspy and small and you just want to cry more cause this time you have lost him, he was dead. Like really dead.

"Y/N". He repeats waiting for your reaction, tears streams down his checks too. All those years you've never seen him cry like this. Not even a word escapes your mouth as you throw yourself at him, your arms surrounding his body, feeling his breathing and his beating heart against your skin. "Don't you ever do something like that Steve. Don't you dare die on me. Ever." He nods, letting it all go in your arms, sobbing with is face hidden in your chest. "I can't be without you." He whispers. Then he stares at you, almost like he’s lost. He just stares at you without another word, his eyes telling you all you need to know. A million words seem to be said between the two of you in that one moment and then, his hand is slipping into your own, your gaze flickering down to look before meeting his eyes again.

He is with you and that's all that that matters.

[houseofperfecttaste]

Theo Raeken - Toxic

Warning: SMUT⚠️, Degrading kink

Theo and I’s relationship has always been complicated. We weren’t dating but we weren’t just friends, we were somewhere in the middle. Friends with benefits if you will. It wasn’t healthy to be like this considering we both just played games with each other to make the other jealous. It was toxic but the sex after was out of this world and seeing Theo jealous was always a little fun. But when things were bad it was the worst our fights turned into screaming matches resulting in me crying because he lost his temper.

“So Y/N are you coming to my pool party this weekend?” Lydia reapplied her lipstick in the mirror of my locker puckering her lips as she looked at me.

“Of course Lyd. You throw the best parties in Beacon Hills.”

“Awesome! My cousin is coming this weekend and I think you two would hit it off!” Lydia exclaimed happily putting her hands together with a smile of her face.

“Thank you Lydia but I’m fine really.”

“Okayyy but if you change your mind let me know.” Lydia walked away towards her next class and I walked the opposite way going to my class and seeing Theo sitting really close to some girl. He started playing with her hair and whispering jokes in her ear smirking at me. I smirked back as I sat down next to Liam slowly inching my seat towards him. I knew flirting with Liam would drive Theo insane so to make it more exciting I pulled my top down a little and tightened my bra straps secretly so my tits would pop out more.

“Hey Liam do you think you could come over later to help me with the homework?” I asked innocently batting my eyelashes at him placing my hand on his bicep. His eyes flickered from my hand to my eyes and then down to my cleavage.

“Y-yeah of course.” Liam stuttered nervously as he started to help me with the class work. I looked behind me to find Theo glaring at the both of us. I smiled at him as I leaned closer to Liam as he explained the next problem to me and I placed my cheek in my hand as my eyes trailed over Liam taking in all his features.

“Whatcha looking at?”

“You.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re cute.” I swiveled back and forth in my chair biting the top of my pencil and winking at him. His cheeks became pink as he looked away and continued with his work.

“Wanna go get lunch?” Liam asked me and I accepted telling him I would meet him at his locker in 5 mins I just had to get some things. I walked to my locker when I felt a pair of hands grab my waist from behind and start kissing my neck. I gently elbowed Theo away from me as I closed my locker turning to face him as he pushed me against my locker. He looked me in my eyes before hungrily kissing me and pulling me closer against him.

“You’re not getting lunch with him.” Theo growled in my ear grabbing my hand leading me out of the school while I tried to object but he wasn’t listening. He opened his truck door gently tossing me in the back before climbing in and on top of me. He took his shirt off and I followed doing the same then we both took off our pants.

“You’re so fucking sexy god damn.” Theo made out with me as he rubbed my clit and slipped two fingers into me wanting to stretch me out a little. I threw my head back as he curled his fingers against my g spot continuously and my legs started to twitch. He pulled his fingers out of me and before I could say anything he pulled me into his lap and rubbed his tip against my clit before thrusting his huge cock inside of me. I hide my face in his neck to keep myself quiet as he was pounding into me relentlessly.

“You think flirting with Liam was cute huh? You want him to look at your huge fucking tits?” Theo asked in a jealous tone grabbing both of my tits and flicking his thumbs over my nipples before taking one into his mouth.

“Who do you want to be fucking you right now Y/N? Me or Liam?” Theo slowed his pace down to tease me and I rolled my hips wanting to feel something more and Theo slapped my ass warning me not to do it again.

“I bet Liam could fuck me way better than you.” Theos eyes grew dark and he wrapped his hand around my throat choking me as he slammed his cock into me, taking it all out before shoving his huge length back in. I bounced up and down on his cock closing my eyes in pleasure and holding his shoulders for help.

“You think Liam could fuck you like this? Have you a moaning mess?” Theo teased licking my neck sucking and biting on a few parts.

“Answer me you little bitch! You think Liam could have you like this?”

“N-N-No oh f-fuck!” I screamed as I felt the familiar feeling in my stomach. Theo thrusted into me harder as my bounced become sloppy as I came all over his cock and he shot his into me. Theo placed me next to him as he handed me my clothes and then started to caress my cheek with his thumb.

“You’re such a little slut for letting me fuck you in the back of my truck.” Theo chuckled kissing my neck again.

“You love it.” I pushed Theo off of me as I got dressed to go to my last two classes of the day. I fixed my hair and makeup before getting out of his truck making my way into the building.

“Hey uhm where were you?” Liam asked coming up next to me walking beside me.

“I am so sorry, Mrs. Chane asked me to help her set up for the play and I felt bad saying no.” I lied obviously not telling him the real reason. He accepted my apology saying it was okay and told me that he would meet me at my house after school for the homework.

AFTER SCHOOL

I lead Liam up to my room throwing my bag on my bed and kicking my shoes off and sitting on my bed. Liam went to grab a chair and I grabbed his hand telling him that he could sit next to me so it would be more comfortable and easier.

“Ugh it’s so hot in here. I think i’m going to change.” I got up as the boy nodded and I pulled my shirt over my head throwing it on the ground leaving me in my baby blue lace bra. I grabbed two shirts and showed them to Liam but his attention was focused on my tits. I glanced over to my window and saw Theo shaking his head with his phone in his hands clicking on a contact then all of a sudden Liam’s phone started ringing.

“O-oh it’s uhm Theo.” Liam broke out of his trance before answering the phone and his face dropped as he looked at me. “Okay I’ll be right there.” Liam grabbed his jacket before apologizing that he had to leave. Scott needed him for something or at least that’s what Theo said. “Baby blue is definitely your color.” Liam whispered in my ear kissing my cheek before leaving and I put my shirt back on before going to my window and opening it.

“Why’d you tell Liam that Scott needed him?” I asked sitting on my bed leaning back onto my hands.

“Obviously to get him out of here.”

“Hm so you can be with as many girls as you want and I don’t do anything but I have one guy in my room and you make up a lie to get him to leave?” I titled my head at Theo crossing my legs as he walked towards me.

“That’s because you’re so pure and delicate not just any guy deserves you.”

“Hm so the toxic manipulative guy deserves me?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Tell me to leave and I will and I’ll never bother you again.” Theo whispered his lips hovering over mine and of course I wasn’t going to tell him to leave. Yeah he may be toxic and it would probably be the best to tell him to leave but apart of me loved the toxicity and the games.

“What if I don’t want you to leave?”

“Looks like I’ll just have to keep bothering you.” Theo placed his lips on mine as he pushed me back onto my bed his hands trailing up my shirt and I pushed him off of me smirking at him.

“Don’t think you’re getting any action after what you did.” I shook my head teasingly at Theo as he groaned running his fingers through his hair.

“You’re telling me you don’t want all this?” Theo joked pulling his shirt up showing off his abs. I let my eyes wander his perfect body and he pulled his shirt down smirking at me.

“I have to go to work so if you’ll excuse me.” I stood up off my bed grabbing my work clothes changing into them feeling Theo staring at me.

“Want a ride?” I nodded in agreement not wanting to drive and once I was all ready I hopped into Theos truck letting him drive me towards the restaurant I work at. Theo decided to go in and have something to eat and I was clocking in I saw Theo flirting with the hostess and another waitress. The host sat him at a table in my section and he smirked at me as I introduced myself like I have to do with every table.

“I got Isabelle’s and Kates numbers do you think you could put in a good word for me?”

“No.”

“Aw do you want to keep me all to yourself?” Theo teased pouting as I hit his shoulder walking away from him putting his order in and getting him a drink. The next table I was sat with was a group of teenage boys who went to my high school. They flirted with me throughout their dinner and I flirted back in front of Theo and gave three of them my number as they left the restaurant once they were done. I walked over to Theos table after I found out I was able to leave early sitting across from him stealing one of his fries.

“Am I able to get a discount?”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because I’m charming.” I laughed loudly and his face dropped and he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Sorry for laughing but I don’t see it. I see you as you know…toxic.” I shrugged stealing more of his fries shoving them in my mouth. Theo leaned back into the booth with his arms still crossed and eyeing me up and down.

“But the sex tho righttttt.” Theo wiggled his eyebrows at me and I smiled shaking my head getting up from the table.

“Yes Theo the sex is amazing.” Knowing his ego needed to hear it and it was true and also because I love seeing his smile.

“I’m going to wait in my truck I’ll see you soon.” Theo placed cash on the table kissing my cheek as he left the restaurant. I did everything as fast as I could so I could leave and see Theo. I saw his truck and I opened the door smiling at Theo.

“Hey thanks for staying and driving me home. I appreciate it.”

“Not a problem.” Theo put on our favorite playlist and he rolled his windows down and I hung my head out the window taking in the warm breeze. The music was interrupted by a phone call on his phone and I saw that it was Kate.

“Answer it.” I said as he looked hesitant and he answered it her voice booming through the speakers. Theo gave her few word responses trying to end the call as he kept looking at me and I was looking out the window trying to control my emotions. I don’t know why I felt so hurt and jealous I had no reason to be he’s not my boyfriend. I heard the call end and Theo grabbed my hand circling his thumb over the back of my hand and I gave him a small smile before looking at my phone. I put in my pocket when Theo pulled up to my house and I thanked him quickly not looking at him hopping out of the truck. I texted Lydia asking if I could sleep over and she said she was picking me up soon and I packed a bag with my sluttiest bathing suit and shortest shorts.

Once we arrived to her house I put my bag on her bed pulling the bathing suits out asking for her opinion.

“Which bathing suit will drive Theo insane?” I asked holding up a red one piece that ties around my stomach and had a slit down the valley of my breasts and a black two piece with the top tying around my neck and having a cut at the top showing off my tits.

“Hm definitely the red one piece it teases in all the right places.”

“I’m going to wear this with the shortest shorts I own and dance with whatever guy I first see I want to show Theo I can get whoever.” Lydia rooted me on saying I’ll be able to drive him crazy and make him want me. Lydia and I went to sleep and when we woke up I helped her set up for the party. Once I saw that we had 45 minutes til everyone arrived I put on my bathing suit pulling my shorts over as I threw my hair in a messy bun and put on waterproof mascara. Lydia greeted the people who arrived as I finished setting up all the alcohol pouring myself a cup.

“Hey Y/N right?” I heard a voice next to me and I looked to see one of the boys from the restaurant. He introduced himself as Luke asking if I want to dance. We both took a shot before he led me to where everyone was dancing and he positioned himself behind me placing his hands on my waist. I moved my hips against his crotch as I let my hands roam my body singing the words to the song. I looked across the room to spot a dark brown haired boy staring at me his jaw clenched sipping his drink slowly. I closed my eyes taking the moment in and I felt someone grab my hand dragging me away from Luke. Of course it was Theo.

“What the fuck Y/N? Who was that?”

“None of your business. Surprised you didn’t bring Kate.”

“Oh cmon Y/N don’t do that, I don’t actually like her I just wanted to piss you off.” I leaned against the countertop as he came closer to me placing his hands on the counter or both sides of me his face inches from mine.

“Fuck off Raeken. I’m gonna dance.” I slurred pushing him off of me walking towards Luke wrapping my arms around his neck and putting his hands around my waist sliding them down to my butt. He bent down starting to kiss my neck and I tangled my fingers in his hair. My arm was harshly grabbed and Theo dragged me upstairs pushing me into an empty bedroom.

“You’re not allowed to fucking go near him.” Theo growled lowly his fists in balls.

“You don’t own me. I can go near whoever, dance with who i want, kiss them, and maybe even fuck them if I want to.” I spat at Theo trying to push past him as he pushed me against the wall.

“You want to go fuck some losers? Fuck you, you’re mine.” Theo attacked my neck marking me as him and I felt his smirk against my skin.

“You’re mine. I’ll kill anyone who goes near you.” Theo stared into my eyes his voice sounding possessive as he wrapped my legs around his waist. He was holding me up by my ass and my back was still against the wall and my fingers were playing with his hair.

“You’re so toxic.” I drunkenly giggled tracing his jawline with my nail as he placed me on the bed taking his shirt off throwing it on the ground.

“Hm you love it.” Theo pulled my shorts down and he untied my bathing suit my tits popping out. “I fucking love these huge tits. They’re mine. These tits are mine, this pussy is mine, these legs, that mouth.” He grabbed my pussy as he shoved his tongue down my throat. He pulled away standing up unzipping his pants as he grabbed my hair pulling me in front of his cock. He ordered me to open my mouth and he thrusted his cock into my mouth causing me to choke and Theo moaned as I bobbed my head up and down matching his rhythm. I looked up at him through my eyelashes and he had his head thrown back, eyes closed, moans escaping his lips.

I licked up and down his cock as I moved my head and I started messing with one of his balls and Theos legs began to shake as he pulled me away from him. He put me in doggy and he slammed into me from behind and I screamed in pleasure balling up the comforter in my hands. I was a moaning mess beneath him and with each moan that left my lips the harder and faster his pace got. He pulled out causing me to whine and he turned me around pushing me on my back pulling me to the edge of the bed putting my legs around his shoulders. He thrusted into me my back automatically arching off the bed as my eyes rolled to the back of my head in pleasure.

“No one can fuck you like I do.”

“I-I bet L-Luke ca-can.” I stuttered out in a moan.

“You’re such a fucking brat.” Theo laughed darkly slapping my thigh as he grabbed my tits using them to fuck me harder. “Let me watch you make a mess around my cock.” Theo cooed in my ear as my mouth was open in pleasure and I was in my own world of bliss. My whole body shook as I watched myself squirt all over Theo as I watched his cum pour out of me. He helped me clean myself up then handed me my shorts.

“Do you understand when I say you can’t go near him?” Theo asked picking up his shirt.

“And what if I do?” Theos eyes darkened as he pinned me on the bed pressing his crotch into mine.

“Why can’t you ever just listen? Why do you always have to be such a fucking brat?” Theo groaned squeezing my thighs. “You don’t go near him. You’re mine and I’m yours.” Theo kissed my lips before opening the door for me as we went to go drink and dance.

[tom-whore-dleston]

Versace on the Floor

Pairing: sugar daddy!Simu Liu x f!reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: PWP, daddy kink, semi public sex, dumbification, wall sex, creampie, oral sex (f receiving), spanking, gagging, slapping, pain kink, scratching, dirty talk, tit worship, (almost) mirror sex, overstimulation, fuck ton of teasing, Simu calls reader S word (again), Simu at the Oscars (that shit is a whole warning fr), Simu speaking French, reader almost getting caught in 4k, Benedict Cumberbatch being a true G

Summary: Simu takes you as his plus one to his first Oscars and there’s more to celebrate than him presenting an award.

Word Count: 2.6k

Beta Read: s/o thot squad x3000

Notes: I’ll save the chit chat til y’all read this 2.6k of straight up porn o.O Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊

photos: @/simuliu - IG | banners: @maysdigitalarts | dividers: @firefly-in-darkness

You stood in front of the mirror for what felt like eternity. To say that you looked like a million bucks was nothing more than an exaggeration. It was the truth. You wore a flashy gold dress designed by the Donatella Versace. It was definitely a lot to unpack. All you could do was stare at yourself in awe, and you couldn’t even begin to process how breathtaking Simu looked.

Your beau was dressed in an all red suit with a black bowtie and gold accents to tie his look together. Ms. Versace originally suggested that he go shirtless under the suit, but she took your flustered expression and silence as disapproval. Little did she know, you were secretly daydreaming about leaving hickies all down his torso while still sporting the suit. Of course, Simu could read you like a book and teased you the rest of the night for it. Shirtless or not, Simu looked delectable, which only fed into your dirty thoughts about him.

“You are so beautiful, my honey baby,” Simu hummed, slithering his arm around your waist. His other hand moved your hair away to expose your neck, pressing gentle kisses from your shoulder to the top of your neck. You melted under his touch, watching him in your reflection. His eyes met yours in the mirror, causing him to smirk against your skin.

“Oh, I see,” he chuckled and then kissed behind your earlobe, causing your knees to almost buckle. “Baby like watching Daddy make her feel good in the mirror, huh?”

“Simuuuu,” you whimpered, your pussy already pulsating as hard as your heartbeat. This only egged him on. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you flat against him so your ass could grind against his hardening cock.

“Do I turn you on that much, baby? Is it the outfit that’s making you horny?”

You moaned as you rubbed against his groin and continued to do so while he talked.

“Aww, I know, honey. I know you try to be so innocent, but deep down, you’re undressing me and imagining my big cock down your throat. I bet you want me to take you right now so everyone outside those doors can hear how dumb you get when I fuck the shit out of you. I know damn well you wanna watch me fuck you in the mirror like the little slut you are. Is that right, honey?”

Before you had the chance to open your mouth, came a knock against the door. You held your breath as a voice announced it was time to leave for the Oscars. Simu cleared his throat and yelled back a ‘yeah’. Simu and you locked eyes through your reflection, his dark eyes still gazing over you.

“We’ll continue this later. We have the Oscars to attend. Let’s go, honey.” With that, he slapped your ass before heading towards the door.

The night hadn’t even started and you were already wrapped around Simu’s finger. You could only anticipate more teasing from there.

During the whole car ride, Simu crooned over how gorgeous you looked and how both your outfits complimented one another. He called you his lucky charm and he couldn’t have been where he was without you. While you curled up next to him like a kitten, he would stroke your thigh and kiss the top of your head. You spread your legs in hopes he would touch you where he wanted you most. Simu tsked and shook his head.

“Dirty girl. Just can’t help herself when Daddy touches her.”

You pouted and gave him a pair of sullen eyes.

Simu smirked. “Don’t worry, you’ll get what you want in time. As much as I love getting you all riled up, I gotta focus right now. You know how important this is to Daddy, right?”

You nodded.

“It’ll only be a few hours so just wait until then. Can you do that for Daddy?”

You nodded again and he interlocked his hand with yours.

The show finally started and you sat amongst a number of other celebrities you admired. They welcomed you and Simu with open arms and gushed over how cute you both were together. Simu did all the talking while you just took in the fact that you just hugged so many famous people. You couldn’t wait to tweet about how Benedict Cumberbatch and his wife just called you relationship goals. It was only fair that you did since Simu already tweeted about Ben before his career took off.

Simu was currently onstage, alongside Tiffany Haddish to present an award. Somehow the conversation ended up in Simu speaking French and everyone in the auditorium staring in shock. Then, Tiffany started openly flirting with him, causing Simu to laugh timidly while biting his lip. Normally, you would’ve been upset if someone openly flirted with him in front of you, but after meeting her at the party before the show, you understood she was only milking out her role as a presenter.

The more shy Simu got while onstage, the more he bit his lip. Perhaps it was because you were left high and dry twice, but you found yourself aroused by him biting his lip. You subconsciously squeezed your thighs together and shifted in your seat. Luckily, the other stars were busy with the show to notice you . All accept Benedict fucking Cumberbatch.

“You alright?” He asked in concern. “You seem uneasy.”

You shot him a toothy grin to hide your discomfort.

“Yeah, I’m fine! Just really happy for him, you know.” Benedict smiled and nodded before turning his attention back to the stage. By the time Simu escorted the winners off stage, you had managed to control your arousal before he returned to your side.

Simu huffed a long exhale. “That was, uhhh-”

“Amazing! Oh my gosh!” You caressed his face and pecked his lips. “I’m so proud of you, baby!” Simu kissed you again, making sure everyone around him had their eyes on you both.

“Told you I couldn’t have done it without you.” He snaked his arm around you, glancing down at the cut in your dress that accentuated your breasts. Simu leaned into you, lips barely brushing the shell of your ear. You can smell the lingering sweetness of wine on his breath before he purred slowly, “voulez-vous coucher avec moi?”

Remembering the little exchange he had with his co-presenter, you quirked the corner of your mouth into a sly grin. “Oui,” you paused awkwardly, “uhhh…Daddy?” Simu snickered at your cute attempt at a French accent and pressed his lips to your cheek.

“Come with me. There’s something I wanna show you.” Before you knew it, Simu yanked you out of your seat and dragged you out of the room.

“Simu, what are you doing?” You yelped, catching up to him. Your heels did not help you as Simu took bigger strides towards his destination. People around you stared in confusion and you just smiled awkwardly at them. Simu stopped once he reached a hidden area of the theater. You raised an eyebrow at him, expecting an answer from him.

“I found this little spot while backstage.” He reeled you closer towards him until you were pressed against his firm body. “Now, you and I can finish what we started.” Simu tilted your chin up before stooping down and catching your lips with his. He cornered you into a wall, trapping you between his warmth and the cold surface. You wasted no time in shoving your tongues in each other’s mouths, making wet, lewd sounds in the process.

Simu unzipped your dress, allowing it to fall to the floor and reveal your naked figure. He immediately started kissing down your body, whispering your name against your soft skin. Once he reached the valley between your chest, he grasped one of your breasts while swirling his tongue around your taut bud. Your hand clasped over your mouth while the other held his head in place as Simu lathered your nipple with his spit. His name fell from your lips as he repeated the same process to your other boob and with more greed.

His lips traveled down your stomach, stopping right where you wanted him most. You attempted to rut your hips forward, but Simu pushed you back against the wall with his hand right above your pelvis.

“Daddyyyy,” you whispered as he peppered kisses along your inner thigh. The closer he got to your center, the more intoxicated he became by your scent. Your pussy was absolutely soaked and Simu could no longer wait to taste you. Simu peered into your lust filled eyes, making sure your focus was on him only. Without breaking eye contact, Simu dove in between your legs like a starved man.

“Oh, fuck yeah, Daddy!” you cried softly as he licked up and down your folds. “Yes, Daddy, eat my pussy like that! Yesss!” Without warning,Simu removed his mouth from you and spanked your clit, causing you to yelp. He spanked it again with more force.

“Quiet down, honey,” Simu warned before shoving his face back into your core. He suctioned your labia into his lips and shook his head from side to side. You threw your head back against the wall, rolling your eyes until your vision went fuzzy. As he ate your pussy, Simu yanked his pants down to stroke his erect cock. He pumped himself faster as he fucked you with his mouth, his brown eyes growing needy for your nectar.

You clenched your jaw and teethed on your bottom lip to prevent a scream from escaping your vocal cords. His growl against your pussy made you rut your hips against his face, pushing you closer to your finish. A sinful chuckle from Simu caused pulses of electricity to course through your body. He threw your legs over his shoulders as he knelt straight up. Then he lifted you in the air with the wall and his shoulders as your only support. No other sexual experience could possibly top Simu eating you out while carrying you over his shoulders. It was the hottest shit to ever happen to you. And Simu knew it by the smug look on his face.

“C’mon honey, I know you wanna cum for Daddy. Cum all over my mouth, baby girl, but you better fucking be quiet.” He stuck his tongue out for you to ride your wetness against while he jerked his cock until it turned a glowing shade of red. You fucked his tongue until pleasure exploded inside your body. You muffled incoherent sounds into your sweaty palm, smearing your lipstick all over your face. Simu held back from coming undone since he wanted to save that for when he was inside you. He licked up the sweet juices that smeared all over his mouth and chin, humming at the addicting taste of you. Realizing the mess that dripped onto his outfit, he removed his button up to reveal his washboard abs.

Simu didn’t give you much time to recover before he helped you to your feet. Your legs were jello as he slapped his dick against your sensitive hole. You gasped at the stimulation, leading Simu to undo his bowtie. Once it was off his neck, he gagged your mouth with the fabric.

“That should keep you quiet, yeah?” Simu spat, patting your cheek. You closed your eyes, relishing the feeling of his hard hand on your skin. He raised one eyebrow inquisitively.

“You like that, honey?” You nodded enthusiastically. Without warning, he lightly slapped your face. The way your pupils dilated, on top of your melodious whines, unleashed a familiar darkness in him. He hooked your legs around his waist, lining up his tip at your entrance.

“We can save that for the after party, baby. I need to have you right now.” Simu thrusted his hips forward, groaning as your warmth engulfed his shaft. You were lucky that his bowtie kept you gagged, otherwise you would have broken glass with your high pitched cries. He mercilessly pummeled into you, fervently growling into the crook of your neck. The way he stretched you, along with his feral sounds, caused you to claw at his back and biceps.

“God damnit, gonna scratch up my back again?” Simu grunted in a low, condescending tone. “You love when I fill you with all this cock that you just turn into a little slut for me, don’t you?” You wailed into the balled up fabric in your mouth as he pounded into you harder and deeper. Not even the gag could drown out the pornographic noises that erupted from your throat.

“Aww, my poor honey baby.” He mocked you with a fake sad face while pistoning his hips inside you. “Such a slut for Daddy that not even his bowtie can keep you quiet.” Simu licked up the side of your neck, chills creeping up your spine at the wet sensation. The more he fucked you, the more you coated his length with your slick. The squelching noises that came from in between you and Simu sounded like music to his ears. “Fuck, even this pussy is so wet and loud for me. I think you want us to get caught, huh? Imagine all of Hollywood finding out how much of a dirty slut Simu Liu’s sweet little girlfriend is. Is that what you want, baby?”

You nodded frantically, murmuring into the fabric.

“Too bad. No one is allowed to see you like this except for Daddy.”

As if a light switch was flipped, Simu lost control of his strokes. His moans were breathy and desperate as you were reaching your second, and most likely not final, orgasm of the night. It didn’t take long for him to announce he was about to cum and that he wanted you to cum with you. His hand flew to your clit and flicked it feverishly as he gave you a few more hard thrusts. Right as you were tipping off the edge, he removed your gag and enveloped your mouth with his. You soaked up each other’s moans as he shot his load inside you and you creamed around his girth.

After calming from your highs, Simu broke your kiss and slipped out of you, watching the mixture of sex seep from you like juices from the sweetest fruit. You leaned against the wall in bliss, not caring about the cum dripping from your hole.

“How’s that for baby’s first Oscar?” You commented breathlessly. Simu huffed out a jagged laugh, lazily pecking your forehead.

“Can’t say much since there’s still an hour left.” You both hurried to get your clothes back on until you noticed Simu abandoning his button up shirt.

“Hey, what about your-”

“Well, remember when Donatella wanted me to go shirtless? Whatever Donatella Versace says, must go!” Your boyfriend winked at you, causing you to gulp as he put the red suit jacket back on. He spun you around to zip up your dress and then traced your collarbone with the tip of his tongue. You shivered, already overstimulated from cumming twice.

“Don’t tell me you’re all fucked out now. We still have the after party later tonight.” He spanked your ass, a subtle reminder of his teasing from back in the hotel suite. Before you could react with a smart comment, Simu was already heading back to the auditorium. You followed him like a lost puppy, praying no one would be suspicious of your absence.

Turns out you really were Simu’s lucky charm since no one acknowledged you both disappearing for almost an hour. However, when Benedict Cumberbatch noticed Simu without his white shirt, he glanced over at both of you in a suggestive way. You shrugged your shoulders and Simu laughed nervously. He nodded knowingly and flashed an approving wink at you two before spinning back towards the stage.

This truly was an Oscars to remember. Even if the night was still young for you and Simu.

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[twinkleimagines]

* your secret’s safe with me*

You’re a pogue with a secret relationship with a Kook. Not just any kook either, the Kook KING. When people start to notice and the truth comes out Rafe tries to deny it since he’s the one who really keeps the Pogue vs. Kook war going . Do you go along or do you decide you’re worth more than secrets ?

“ fuck!” You moaned out loudly as you thrust your hips one more time, riding your climax out over Rafes huge cock. You felt him buck his hips up while squeezing your bottom while groaning, finishing out his own orgasm.

“ that was amazing” you breathed out as you rolled over , flopping yourself back down next to Rafe.

“ fuck yeah it was” he said catching his breath before sitting up, pulling something out of his top drawer on his night stand. You rolled your eyes as you heard him sniff something up his nose .

“ you ever gonna leave that shit alone?” You replied with aggravation, rolling over to face his toned back. He stayed quiet as he continued wiping his nose to catch anything that may have fallen out.

“ I just hate seeing how it’s changing you” you said with a softer tone, placing your head on your hand that was propped up on his pillow.

“ yeah well I’m handling my own shit okay” he said glancing over at you from his shoulder before looking back down and the substance in his hand.

“ heard that before “ you mumbled before sitting up, searching the floor for your clothes that Rafe practically ripped off of you an hour ago.

“ where ya goin?” He spoke as he watched you get dressed.

“ it’s 6 in the morning , don’t you have that thing at the country club with topper and Kelce?” You replied as you pulled your t-shirt over your head, pulling your tangled hair back out of it. Rafe shrugged not getting the memo.

“ soooo if we’re going to keep this a secret-“ you relied, pointing your finger back and forth between the space between the two of you , “ - then they can’t see me leaving and they’re going to be here soon”. Rafe nodded his head before standing up, his sweaty body shimmering with the morning sunlight.

“ yeah true” he stated walking towards you holding your sandals. “ you’re still coming to the party tonight at the bone yard though right ?” He replied standing very close to you.

“ duh” you replied pecking a kiss on his lips. “ wouldn’t miss it “ . Rafe stood for a second as he watched you bend over in front of him, placing your sandals on your feet.

“ just meet me at the spot” he replied before placing a quick smack across your left cheek. You jumped up before scolding him. ‘ the spot’ was the place you both hid secretly for quickies. It was the only spot you could be together at the bone yard that the pogues and kooks wouldn’t see.

“ okay I’ll text you” you replied before kissing his lips again.

“ ok I’m getting a shower “ he replied while running his hands through his hair . “ I smell like good pussy” he laughed out while running his finger tips up your crotch outside of your shorts.

“ you’re fucking nasty “ you laughed pushing at his chest .

****

[text message]

Rafe- you here?

Y/n- yuhh wya?

Rafe- topper wbu?

Y/n- bonfire

Rafe looked up from his phone to see you already looking in his direction smirking. Rafe grinned before looking back down at his phone.

[text message ]

Rafe- you look hot af

You grinned as you looked down at your outfit. You had short blue Jean shorts and a blue bathing suit top on, your hair flowing over your shoulders. You knew you looked hot But it was solely for Rafe.

Y/n - you too ;) I really like your hair pulled down the front like that

Rafe- quicky?

You bit your bottom lip, feeling the same tingling feeling at the pit of your stomach as you looked over at a couple of your friends letting them know you’d be right back .

You quickly made your way over to the spot , Rafe following with his red cup of alcohol right behind you.

“ hey princess” Rafe said from behind you. You turned around, lips immediately landing on yours . You giggled into the kiss, the excitement of being in a public area fucking and getting caught ran through you.

“ you can’t go 30 minutes of seeing me without wanting to fuck me huh?” You said , grabbing ahold of his rock hard boner beneath his shorts. Rafe threw his head back in pleasure as you got down on your knees , placing him in your mouth.

“ fuck” he groaned out while placing his hand through your hair, applying pressure against the back of your head. You could feel yourself gagging slightly as the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat , moving at a fast pace .

A couple more minutes went by before Rafe pulled himself away from your face. “ turn around” he replied as he pulled you up by your arm, only to turn you around shortly after . You quickly pulled your bottoms down, showing your bare ass before leaning down, placing your hands against a large fallen tree.

Your mouth flew open as you felt Rafe insert himself into you at a fast pace, his hips immediately moving back out only to slam himself back in . You arched your back, your hair draped to one side over your shoulder, swinging back and forth at the motion Rafe had you moving in. You couldn’t hold the moans in as Rafe continued to hit your g-spot over and over as he usually did.

“ hush baby don’t wanna get caught do you?” He replied as he continued to pound into you, his fingers digging into your hips surely to leave bruises . You bit tightly onto your bottom lip, trying to hold in the moans from all the pleasure you were receiving.

Rafe groaned loudly as he watched you place one of your hands on your clot, rubbing circles , bringing yourself to your climax . Rafe felt your legs begin to shake, causing him to hold you hip against him.

“ you cumming baby?” He breathed out as he watched your body start to tremble in front of him.

“ yes Rafe” you moaned out loudly, causing him to reach his climax as well. Rafe quickly pulled out, pumping himself a few times as his load shot out . You giggled as you watched him finish himself off before tucking himself back in his shorts, you following shortly after to pull your bottoms back up.

“ let me know when you go to leave I’ll take you home okay ?” He replied kissing the top of your forehead. You sighed heavily, sadness filling you. You absolutely adored Rafe. And having to keep him a secret from your friends and family honestly sucked so much. You wished you could be open about your relationship together but with you being a pogue from the poor side and him being a rich kook, it just wasn’t the right time to come out yet.

“ of course , wanna stay the night? My mom won’t be home this weekend “ you asked. He nodded placing his large hands on your cheeks .

“ what we doin? Movie night?” He asked, rubbing circles on your cheek with his thumb.

“ and other things” you teased with a big flirtatious grin.

“ you’re so cute” he laughed out before giving you a quick peck on your nose , before turning away - making his way back to his friends.

You made sure to wait a few seconds before following behind so no one would notice .

You walked over to one of the kegs, getting you a cup of whatever alcohol beverage they had mixed in it when you heard toppers loud drunken voice from behind.

“ where’d ya go buddy?” Topper said patting Rafe on the back. You didn’t hear Rafe respond but topper didn’t hesitate to run his mouth again.

“ you were fuckin someone weren’t you?” He joked, causing the group of people he was with to start laughing and cheering Rafe on. You began to smirk until you heard the words Kelce spoke.

“ I bet it was that pogue Y/n” he said. You froze for a second , the keg you were at was kind of hidden behind a tree so you backed yourself further behind, looking over towards rafes group , ease dropping in.

“ the fuck? No” Rafe replied almost to quick . You frowned slightly, wishing he would’ve had some other type of response other than the one he just gave them.

“ I call bull man “ Kelce replied . “ topper bro I saw her car parked in his driveway like 3 different times “ they all laughed at kelces words , while Rafe shook his head in denial.

“ who wants to fuck a dirty pogue “ he replied. It felt like a blade shot through your heart at his words. Is that really how Rafe felt about you? Was he really that ashamed of a ‘ dirty pogue’ like you?

“ hey man she’s pretty hot for a pogue” topper replied patting Rafe on the shoulder . You couldn’t handle listening to anymore once anger started to rise in you .

“ dirty pogue? I’ll show you a dirty pogue” you mumbled to yourself as you chugged down two full cups of the alcohol, pouring you a third before making your way to a group of tourons.

***

You had been standing there for a good 20 minutes, flirting away with a. Group of guys that were out of town , all young horny college boys looking for some fun one night stands.

You usually weren’t like this but your only intentions right now were to hurt the boy who unknowingly hurt you.

[ text message]

Rafe- tf you doin with them boys?

Rafe- hello?

Rafe- I’m ready to go c’mon

Rafe- are you ignoring me..?

You looked down at your phone after the 5th ding, only to leave him on read purposely.

“ hey I’m gonna grab another drink” you said running your hand down the side of his biceps, solely because you just knew Rafe was watching you from a distance based off of his messages.

You finished off the cup you had as you walked over towards the keg, almost tripping over yourself .

“ yo” you heard behind you as you struggled to fill your cup up. You sat up taking another sip of your drink to see Rafe towering over you, his eyes squinted at you with anger .

“ what” you spat out.

“ why are you ignoring me “ he asked , this time his voice a bit softer as if his feelings were hurt . You shrugged, taking another sip of your drink, not feeling sympathetic to him . “ I think you’ve had enough of this “ he said attempting to take the drink away from your hand but you quickly pulled away from him. “ y/n I’m serious those boys your with could try something with-“

“ what? Try to fuck me ?” You responded with a smirk. Before Rafe could even respond you turned your back to him, filling back up the bit of alcohol you just drank. “ hey at least they would WANT to fuck a dirty pogue like me “ you responded before walking off, chugging your now 5th drink once again.

Rafe wanted to chase after you to apologize , but he knew if he did everyone would see you two together and he wasn’t sure if he was ready for that yet.

You stood over with the boys, one in particular getting very handsy. At first your plan was to make Rafe jealous, but at this point you knew in the end ask you wanted was Rafe and you had taken this’ flirting’ thing too far.

“ you should really let us see your tits” one of the guys said, tugging at the string of your bathing suit. You quickly swatted his hand away, getting nervous as you watched the group of guys circling around you.

“ no way” you laughed out, “ I can’t just show my breasts out here” .

“ oh c’mon” another said grabbing at your ass, which you immediately pushed his hand away. “ everyone’s too drunk to even notice” . You attention to back away from the grabby guy but the circle just kept enclosing around you.

“ okay guys” you laughed off nervously , but by now the guy had his hands around your waste , pulling you against your boner .

“ why don’t you come back to our hotel we can show you a really good time” the guy said , while his friend reached out, grabbing one of your breast.

“ no- please stop” you responded trying push yourself off of the guy behind you. All of a sudden you felt the guy behind you sling backwards, almost dragging you with him. You quickly caught yourself from falling before you turned around, only to see Rafe himself picking the guy back up by his throat .

“didn’t you hear her say no?!” Rafe yelled, the guy stumbling backwards as Rafe pushed him towards the water .

“ Rafe stop!” You yelled grabbing at his flexed biceps but to no avail.

“ the who’re was practically throwing herself on us man !” The guy tried arguing which really set Rafe off. Before you could even defend yourself, Rafe was throwing punch after punch, not even giving the guy a fighting chance. By then a whole circle of people were surrounding the fight , topper and kelce trying to pull Rafe off.

“ he’s down man he’s down!” Topper yelled at Rafe as he watched the nearly unconscious guy spitting blood out his mouth. Rafe squatted down, picking the guys face back up by his jaw.

“ touch my girl again, and I’ll fucking kill you “ he spat out before pushing his head back down against the shore. Rafe quickly stood up, his jaw clenched walking straight towards you. He had pure rage written all over his face when he grabbed you by the forearm , making you follow him. You didn’t bother to hesitate, quickly following along with him. You were practically jogging trying to keep up with his lengthy legs as he walked quickly across the sand to his truck.

“ get the fuck in the truck” he gritted through his teeth, holding the passenger door open for you. You quickly climbed your way in his truck, him slamming the door before walking around to the driver side , getting in the truck with same aggressiveness. The ride back to your place was silent, the only sounds was the trucks engine revving up every-time Rafe pushed on the gas. You watched as his knuckles were pale white from squeezing so tight on the steering wheel and his jaw clenching over and over again. It was turning you on to the max but you decided to stay quiet, since he was way too upset at the moment .

You had finally made it to your house, your front porch light lighting the inside of the car up some.

“ thanks for the ride” you said softly before reaching for the door handle .

“ wait “ Rafe said , not taking his eyes off the street in front of you. He sighed heavily calming himself down before looking over at you. “ I didn’t mean what I said earlier” he spoke. You looked down. You knew he didn’t look at you like that, but to convince the kooks, that’s exactly what he had to say .

“ I know” you said softly looking over at him. The car stayed quiet , neither one of you knowing what to say but neither wanting to be away from each other. “ I wasn’t going to do anything with those guys” you said finally breaking the silence. Rafe stayed quiet, anger filling him just by picturing you getting fucked by one of those guys.

“ I was just trying to make you jealous” you said turning slightly in your seat facing towards Rafe. Rafe looked up at you, his eyes staring deeply into yours.

“ it very much worked” he replied. You chuckled slightly nodding your head.

“ I know and it was so hot “ Rafe laughed at your comment, shaking his head.

“ well everyone knows now too so” he said shrugging his shoulders.

“ I’m sorry” you replied softly while lowering your head.

“ princess it’s okay” he replied grabbing ahold of your face. “ everyone was bound to find out eventually “ he replied with a sincere smile.

“ I know but I forced it early and you weren’t ready” you replied , laying your head down in his head .

“ no “ he replied shaking his head. “ I don’t care who was around there’s no way I was about to let those guys keep touching you the way they were. “ you sighed heavily, leaning back in the seat .

“ well you wanna come inside?” You asked, feeling yourself getting drowsy.

“ of course princess “ he said taking the key out of the ignition .

He followed you to your front door, his eyes not leaving your bottom.

“ your ass really does look good “ he said before grabbing a handful.

“ behave yourself “ you joked before leading him inside your house.

It was about to be a loonnnng night .

***

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[mypoisonedvine]

𝗹𝗶����𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 || (very dark) 70s!Bucky x reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: he tried to be sympathetic to your cause, he really did, but he couldn’t just let you get away with disrespecting him like that.  

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.4k

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: smut (noncon, plus breeding kink and tons of degradation, like very heavy degradation, and multiple orgasms/overstimulation), misogyny, a bit of dumbification, housewife kink, ‘sir’ kink (brief), choking, implied anal, spitting (not on the reader, unfortunately lmao), quite a bit more than period-typical sexism, awful awful awful this fic is absolutely awful

                            Brooklyn, 1970.

Bucky’s mornings were sacred.  He had his rituals: showering, cooking breakfast, reading the paper and having his first drink and cigarette of the day, all before he left for work.

But throughout this entire week, his mornings had been ruined by the stupid fucking protest in the park just outside his window.  And to think he’d actually paid more for an apartment with a view of the park— he hadn’t realized then that the “view” was gonna be a bunch of hippies creating awful music and an unbearable smell that left his whole apartment reeking of reefer if he dared to open his window.

Attempting to ignore it for a week only made him more resentful with each passing day.  Each time he figured the crowd would surely leave soon or at least be quiet for the night, they seemed to somehow get louder just to spite him.

He probably should've waited until he was a bit less agitated to go down and try to bargain with you, but he stormed down there instead and tapped you on the shoulder when his presence alone wasn't enough to distract you from your incessant chanting.

“Would you consider being quiet?" he asked firmly.  "I have to work in the morning and—”

“We won’t be quiet until women have equal treatment under the eyes of society and the law,” you interrupted to explain condescendingly, shocking him with your icy tone.  He could hardly believe your attitude, in fact he couldn’t remember any woman speaking to him that way in his life: so far, he wasn’t enjoying it.

“I just thought you could be a little more respectful,” Bucky shot back, even more stern.  “You’re not making anyone wanna support your movement by acting entitled and inconveniencing everyone.”

“I’m sorry the revolution is inconvenient for you,” you replied, but it didn’t sound much like an apology. 

He wanted to say more but you blew him off and disappeared into the crowd, leaving him confused and irritated and livid.  Up until now he had been quietly skeptical about all this talk of liberation but now he saw it for the poison it really was.  A girl like you— who could've been a real looker with some willingness to try and a better attitude— talking to a man like him with so much hate and over what, a polite request?

This could not be tolerated; he couldn't let you get away with acting like that.  And lucky for you, he was exactly the guy you needed to teach you your lesson.

The good thing about hippies high on shrooms is they aren’t the most observant.  When he returned to the demonstration area the next night, he was able to grab you roughly and pull you back from the crowd with almost no trouble at all, dragging you into an empty alley and clamping his hand down over your mouth as your eyes went wide and your throat vibrated with silent screams.

“Shh, shh,” he soothed against your ear, “whatcha fightin’ for?”

He liked the way it felt to have you squirming against his grasp, using all your strength and not even getting close to escaping.  

“How does it feel to know I can do anything I want to you?” he growled against your ear.  “C’mon, sweetheart, can’t you put up a better fight than that?  I thought you believed in equality… you should be able to get away if you’re as strong as I am.”

He felt your warm tears trailing down around his fingers which held your face tightly, the struggle of your limbs slowing and weakening slightly.  His cock was already getting hard as he imagined the moment you would finally give in.

“You remember me, don’t you?  You didn’t need to be so rude, darlin’.  You could’ve just been nice and none of this would be happening.”

Your elbow shot back into his ribs and he exhaled sharply but didn't let go, grabbing your wrists and holding your arms to your chest as he pinned you to the wall.

"Oh, that's not gonna work, babydoll.  I'm so much stronger and bigger than you, all you're gonna do is make me angrier.  Is that what you want, sweetheart?  To make me angry?" he asked mockingly, leaning in to lick the shell of your ear as you tried to turn away.  “Pretty girl like you would make a great wife, why would you want anything else?”

Ignoring your struggle, he reached into your shirt and purred as he groped your chest, your nipples hardening when he pinched them.  “Maybe I can get behind this bra-burning thing if it means having easier access to your tits all the time,” he grinned.  “How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself when I can see them through your shirt?  Shouldn’t be showing ‘em off if you don’t want any attention.”

As fun as it was to play with your tits, he had bigger plans, so he reached lower to start tugging down your jeans, your legs uselessly kicking as he exposed your ass and thighs.

His cock was already rock hard as he hastily opened his fly and pulled it out with one hand, leaning back to spit on it quickly.  He spread the fluid with a few strokes over his length, figuring it would be enough to get inside you even if he didn’t really care if he hurt you.  

Your eyes went wide and your head bucked wildly as he poked the head of it against your opening, your body fighting a little harder once again.  The irony of that, though, was that you were already plenty wet in spite of what he had expected; it was so much funnier to watch you struggle now that he knew you were not-so-secretly enjoying it.

“Don’t be so dramatic," he chuckled darkly, "I bet you can take a cock real easy since you believe in all this ‘free love’ bullshit.”

He groaned as he pushed into you, impressed by how tight you were— so tight that it made his cock throb right away, your walls pulsing and rippling around him as he filled you to the brim.

“Oh fuck, there you go…” he hissed, smiling as you sobbed harder and struggled a bit more before finally relaxing into his tight embrace.  "You're gonna take it all, baby, every fuckin' inch of me."

A hard sob choked out of you every time he slammed himself to the end of you; he could feel the hatred radiating from you, the way you would kill him in a moment if only you weren't so weak.  But he could feel your reluctant acceptance, too, and the way it was slowly turning into euphoria— you were finally starting to like how it felt to be helpless to him, it was obvious with the way your pussy gave him such a warm and willing welcome while your pretty tits got even harder.

You clearly wanted to hate him, but your body knew better.

"You think I'm a sexist pig, I'm sure," he chuckled, "but I'm really not— I love women!  And you know what I love most?  Huh?"

He felt you nervously shake your head behind his hand and he laughed.

"I love the way you get so dumb when you get a cock in you.  All those useless little thoughts leaving your head when you're finally getting fucked right."

Your cries got louder even though they were still muffled by his hand, your sweet little pussy giving him a squeeze of encouragement.

"It's okay to like it, babydoll, it's what you were meant for.  Made to be my brainless fucktoy… born to serve me," he growled.  “You really should learn to appreciate," he grunted between brutal thrusts, "that your only purpose is to keep my dinner hot and my cock warm.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head and he felt your walls bear down on him tightly, wetness seeping down around him.

"Oh fuck, are you coming?  Shit," he moaned.  "Looks like you really needed to be put in your place, just needed to be used... god, you made a fuckin' mess, too, you soaked my cock…"

Your little hands tightened into fists, pushing against where his arm held them back, but he stayed steady as he pumped into you, letting himself get a bit lost in the feeling of you while he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

It felt so damn good to have a cunt coming around him, but it was even better knowing that you were fighting it and still couldn’t stop it, completely helpless to how good he was making you feel.

You almost screamed under his hand when he reached down to quickly rub your clit, your back arching to try to run away from his touch; poor thing, you were so sensitive it probably hurt you, but he was having too much fun watching you realize you were going to come again.

"Yeah, gimme another one, slut," he grinned, your legs quivering as waves of slick coated him and started to even drip down your legs.  "Can't stop coming like the dirty whore you are, huh?  Bet nobody's made you come like this before— cause nobody's given it to you right.  Nobody's shown ya what it's supposed to be like when a man takes you and makes you his."

From the way you moaned softly, teary eyes fluttering shut, he knew you liked the sound of that.

"Yeah, wanna be mine, baby?  Wanna be my little slut?  Or do you want me to pump this pussy full and leave you here on the ground for any other man that comes by to use you if he needs?"

You groaned softly, a weak little noise, and he felt his cock flex; as much as he wanted this to last as long as possible, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“M’close, honey,” he breathed.  “I’m gonna come.”

He laughed breathlessly when you shut your eyes, like you were trying to go somewhere else in your mind, trying to pretend this wasn’t real.  But it was real, and he wasn’t going to let you forget that.  He was elated to make your nightmares come true.

"I sure wouldn't mind pulling out and covering that pretty face you've got,” he hissed.  “It'd be funny to see you go back to your little march and show them how owned you are.  But not today, babydoll, I think there's only one way you're gonna learn your lesson."

Another muffled gurgle from you, and this time it didn’t even sound like protest.  Maybe you were just too tired for that at this point, but it gave him hope that you could finally behave.

"I'm gonna take my hand away from your mouth and you're gonna beg me to come inside you, is that clear?" he grunted, feeling you nod vigorously.  "You're not gonna scream are you?"

You shook your head, and he slowly pulled his hand from your mouth as you gasped for air.  "Please— come in me," you panted.

"Address me as 'sir'," he instructed.

"Please, sir, I— I want you to come," you whined.

He chuckled right against your ear, feeling you shiver in his grasp.  "Honey, I don't give a fuck what you want."

To think you ever resisted your natural desire for submission was absurd now, considering the way that statement made you openly moan, your walls fluttering around him.

“Gonna fill you so fuckin’ deep you’ll never get it outta you, sweetheart.”

One more orgasm washed over you, making him laugh darkly while he watched you bite your lip to attempt to stay quiet; but that was impossible once he fucked you harder just to spite you, having to hold you tight to make sure he got as deep in you as possible.  Your whole body shook as he slammed into you, and he laughed at how dumb and helpless you looked.

"Bet you're on those new birth control pills," he grimaced.  They really weren’t that new, but he still hadn’t gotten used to them.  "Makes me sick to think you're letting a perfectly good womb go to waste.  Betcha want me to breed you nice and deep, yeah?  Wanna get knocked up?  You don't even care that I'm a stranger, you wanna get your pussy filled by any random man's come so you can have any random man's baby, ain't that right?"

At first he had worried that you would scream or cry for help, but now his concern was more that your moans would be too loud and somebody would catch the two of you in this alley.  Even if it was obvious now that you wanted it, public indecency was still a crime.

Good thing he had a new way to shut you up: his hand tight around your throat, silencing your sobs to blessed silence.  It was so hot to have you entirely at his mercy like that, to feel your pulse beneath his fingers, that he couldn’t stop himself from speeding up his thrusts suddenly.

"Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he gasped, “fuck, y-you… little whore…”

He had a habit of running his mouth when he was right on the edge, and the way your pussy was milking him for all he was worth made him spit out whatever filth he could think of.  

“Stupid fuckin' bitch," he mumbled under his breath as he fucked you as fast and rough as he could, chasing his high with no regard for your pleasure or your pain.  "Dumb whore, fuck, you stupid— ah, shit— stupid fucking cunt!"

He cried out as he filled you, groaning loudly with every pump of his seed into your waiting body.  Only when he was sure every drop was inside you did he release his grip on your neck, a loud gasp coming first before a few coughs and chokes that only made his cock harder despite having just filled you.

You started to struggle again, and he couldn’t believe it— after everything, did you still not know your place?

There wasn’t much time to relax and enjoy the afterglow when you were already trying to get away, and so he had to hold you tight again while he smiled exhaustedly.

“N-no,” you stammered, and he covered your mouth again as he pulled your head back to rest on his shoulder.  Clearly he hadn’t done enough yet to fuck that word out of you.

“Where ya goin’, sweetheart?” he panted against your ear, still catching his breath, his chest covered in a thin layer of sweat where it was exposed by his shirt.  “You’ve still got another hole to fill.”

[hiddentrails7]

I just finished p5r for the 7th time, here we go

Sojiro: Have you guys seen Ryuji and Futaba? They haven't finished their cocoa

Ren: No, haven’t seen them since the storm started

Sojiro: Since the sto- RYUJI NO!

Ryuji, standing in the middle of a thunderstorm with an shovel raised high: STRIKE ME DOWN ZEUS, YOU DON’T HAVE THE BALLS

Ren, completely serious: Sir, it has been reported lately that you do, in fact, have little paw-paws and a little button nose. Do you care to comment?

Morgana:

Ren: Riveting

Sojiro, walking in: Am I interrupting something?

Haru: I would die for you.

Makoto: I would die for you too.

Haru, suddenly very emotional: Please don’t

Futaba, in a high voice, holding Barbie: Hey Ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career!

Ren, in a deep voice, holding Ken: Nonsense, Barbie. you’re staying home and having my kids

Sojiro: What the fuck are you guys doing?

Futaba: Playing systemic oppression

Ren: The next time Goro's angry with me, I'll drape him in a cape and say "now you're super angry"

Ren: Maybe he'll laugh, maybe I’ll die.

Ryuji: Why are you so pissed off all the time?

Akechi: *Polls out a scroll*

Akechi: Reason number one out of two thousand four hundred and—

Ryuji: Okay, okay! I get it, there’s a lot.

Akechi: *Smirks before proceeding to roll the scroll up and put it back in his bag*

Ryuji: You just carry that thing with you everywhere?

Akechi: I get asked a lot.

Akechi: Hey, do you like shrimp?

Sojiro: Not really..?

Akechi: Ramen?

Sojiro: Not much.

Akechi: Then you're not gonna like what I did.

Sojiro: What? You made shrimp ramen?

Akechi: No. I fucked your son.

Ryuji: Just before I die, I'm going to swallow a bag of popcorn kernels to make the cremation much more interesting.

Makoto: Okay, but consider this; What if you didn't.

Kidnapper, about Ryuji: We have your friend.

Akechi: Let me speak with him

Kidnapper: Go ahead you’re on speaker

Akechi: Dumbass.

Ren: Goro and Ryuji had a fight once and it went like this:

Ryuji: Anything that comes out of your mouth is fucking stupid!

Akechi: Ryuji Sakamoto.

Ren: To this day, I still laugh out loud in inappropriate settings because I randomly think about it.

Ren: Hostage or not, sometimes it's nice being held.

Some Shadow:

Shadow: Are you okay?

Sae: WHY IS THE BUILDING ON FIRE?

Yusuke: A dragon sneezed.

Ann: I tried to light a cigar with a flame thrower.

Ryuji: Dropped my latest mix tape.

Sae: Ren, please tell me what happened.

[Flashback to Ren and Futaba arguing that it was impossible to light a fire extinguisher on fire]

Ren: Um.

Ren: I don’t remember.

Maruki: On a scale from 1-10, rate your pain.

Akechi: Pi. A minimal but a never ending number.

Maruki: What in the actual-

Ryuji coming up with a frankly terrible idea: I think we should do this.

Yusuke, who somehow got stuck being the voice of reason: No, Futaba, tell him we can't.

Futaba, who was already running the logistics the moment Ryuji opened his mouth: I think your plan is dumb as bricks, but man, do I wanna see where it goes.

Ren, who just wants to see the world burn: If it fails, we'll just blame Ryuji.

Ryuji: Yusuke's in charge, though.

Futaba: Yusuke, then.

Akechi: Ren and I don't have pet names for each other.

Ryuji: What do bees make?

Akechi: ..Honey?

Ryuji:

Ruiji: Huh, really thought that would work

Akechi: Dumbass.

Ren, from another room: yeah?

Ren: What are Ryuji and Ann arguing about this time?

Morgana: They have a bet going about what Akechi is like in bed. Ann thinks she’s secretly really caring, but Ryuji thinks he’s kinky.

Ren: Yeah, he’s both.

Morgana:

Ryuji:

Ann:

Ren:

Ren: I MEAN-

Makoto: Did you seriously bring a butter knife to the Metaverse?!

Ren: You get angry so fast, it was the only weapon I could find on such short notice!

Yusuke: But you know, you have to admit it is BUTTER than nothing.

Makoto:

Ren:

Yusuke: I'm sorry.

Ren: Is it too much to ask to just have a quiet night in? Slippers, tea, a nice movie?

The shadow he's currently got in a headlock: Oh mooooood.

Makoto: For self defense reasons, I’m gonna pretend to be a burglar and you guys have to act wisely.

Yusuke: Okay

Akechi: Sure.

Makoto: If you want to live, give me all your money!

Yusuke: Bold of you to assume I have money.

Akechi: Bold of you to assume I want to live.

Makoto:

Makoto: Really?

Akechi: The path to inner peace begins with four words.

Akechi: NOT. MY. FUCKING. PROBLEM.

Ryuji: You've all heard of elf on the shelf, now get ready for-

Ryuji, placing a pot on Akechi's head: Thot in a pot

Akechi:

Akechi, getting up from his seat: Get ready for a bitch in a ditch because that's where you're gonna find your fucking body, you little-

Makoto: I need you to swear-

Haru: Fuck!

Makoto: Swear as in promise....

Sojiro: Why the hell are there bullet holes in Leblanc?!

Ren: There was a cockroach.

Sojiro: And...?

Futaba: It started flying towards Akechi.

Akechi: I hate you.

Ren: Well, according to this picture Yusuke painted of us having sex, that is untrue

Futaba, swinging from the chandelier: Makoto!!!! Look at me!!!!

Makoto, following Futaba in case she falls: I'm crying- I'm begging. Please, stop.

Futaba, after winning a fight in a palace: It’s like we just cleared a video game on easy.

Makoto: Real combat is NOT like a video game.

Ryuji, in the background: Hey, coins!

Sojiro, sighing tiredly: Futaba, I promise there are no monsters under your bed okay?

Futaba, scoffing: Not monster- MOBster. There is a mobster under my bed.

*Clicking is heard as gun safety is taken off*

Ryuji, pointing a model gun at Sojiro: Ya didn’t see shit.

Sojiro, exasperatedly: Ryuji you have your own house.

Morgana to Haru: Okay, now observe.

Morgana: EVERYONE, The floor is lava!

Ann: *Helps Makoto and Sumire onto the counter*

Futaba: *Pushes Ryuji off the sofa*

Morgana: As you can see, there are two types of people–

Akechi: *Collaspes onto the floor*

Morgana: ....Three-

Makoto: Sophia found out she could sneakily put post-its on people's backs without them knowing

Makoto: But she doesn't know they should say things like 'kick me', so they all just have smiley faces on them

Murderer: *Chasing Ren around Leblanc*

Ren: ALEXA! PLAY THE SCOOBY DOO THEME SONG!

Ryuji: Dude, why the hell is there blood everywhere!?

Yusuke: Well, you see, it's simple color theory-

Futaba: WHO ATE MY CURRY?

Ryuji: Don’t look at me

Futaba: INARI, WAS IT YOU?

Yusuke: *Looks at Sumire*

Sumire:

Yusuke: It was Sumire..

Sumire: YUSUKE YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN´T TELL-

Futaba: Oh, it was you, baby? Was it good? Want some more?

Ryuji: This motherf-

Ann: Would you kiss Yusuke for a million yen?

Ryuji: I guess..?

Ryuji: But, I mean, I don’t really have that kind of money..

Ren: Okay guys, meet your new teammate Hifumi. She gave me two dollars this morning for some reason, so I bought a jelly pouch with it.

Makoto, whispering: Why did you give him two dollars?

Hifumi, whispering back: I thought he was homeless

Morgana: You're losing blood. What's your type?

Ryuji, bleeding out: Blue hair, skinny, broke as fuck-

Morgana: Your blood type, Ryuji.

Ryuji: Oh-

Ryuji:

Ryuji: Red?

Ann: Aw, he's so cute.

Ren: Thanks, he's a rescue.

Akechi: Stop calling me that!

Ren: If I was a famous author, I would publish a book with ten different endings, each of which would print with varying degrees of rarity, but not tell the fans about it so that I could watch their confusion as they disagree over how the story ended. Then, when they figure it out, I would ‘come clean’, telling them that there were actually 11 different endings and watch them scramble to find the last ending.

Futaba: Are you Satan?

Ryuji: I’ll pay you $5 to do that right now.

Ryuji: Dude...

Yusuke: You had your tongue in my mouth 5 minutes ago. Don't you dare call me 'dude'.

Makoto: The game is two truths and one lie. Ren, you go first.

Ren: Okay, my hair is black, my eyes are brown, and last week my boyfriend was driving me to Chipotle and he asked if I wanted to see him drift and corner so I said yes and he drifted onto Angel street.

Makoto: Right idea Ren, but you really have to make it more challenging-

Ryuji: His eyes are black.

Makoto:

Makoto: Goro did what?!

Chihiya: May I read your tarot, sir?

Goro: A fortune teller? Very well, then.

Chihiya:

Chihiya: It just says "Yikes".

Sae: Don't be a smartass, Ren.

Ren: Dumbass it is then.

Ann: Would you rather be proposed to in private or in front of family and friends?

Ren: Private. Because when he gets off his knees, I’m getting on mine.

Akechi: *Chokes on his coffee*

Ren: I am a complex person with complex emotions, like “tired” and “food” and even the rarer third emotion, “gun”.

Makoto: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no clue what to put in them. Suggestions?

Ryuji: Put spaghetti in it.

Makoto: I'm currently taking suggestions from literally anyone but you.

Ren: Put spaghetti in it.

Makoto: I'm currently taking suggestions from anyone but you two.

Futaba: Put spaghetti in it.

Makoto: I am no longer taking suggestions.

Ren: *Slowly reaches for a container at a grocery store labeled Forbidden Rice*

Sojiro, smacking his hand: Can’t you read?!

Sojiro: That’s not funny.

Futaba: I thought it was funny.

Sojiro: You don't count. You started laughing in the middle of a funeral because you started thinking of a meme you saw on Tumblr.

Akechi, to the theives: And if you have any suggestions, feel free to put them in the suggestion box.

Ryuji: But— that’s a trash can.

Akechi: It sure is.

Ren: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything?

Futaba: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies

Haru: Socks are Feetie Heaties

Ann: Forks are Stabby Grabbies

Yusuke: Defibrillators are heartie starties

Ryuji: Stamps are lickie stickies

Sumire: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies

Akechi: I hate it here.

Yusuke, at the hospital: I'm here to see my husband.

Receptionist: And your husband is...?

Yusuke: You must be new here.

Ryuji, down the hall on crutches: Yusuke! *Trips*

Yusuke: That would be the love of my life.

Haru: Every single person you know has something in their life and past that is probably worth collapsing to the ground in an uncontrollably sobbing heap over, so be nice to each other and tell good jokes!

Futaba: Sumire is my...

Ren: come on you can do it

Futaba: Sumire is my g...g...

Ren: You're so close.

Futaba: g-

Futaba: gir-.. g-

Futaba: G-GAY FRIEND

Ren, sighing: Close enough.

Yusuke: Oh, he's handsome.

Ryuji: *Blushes and trips over his own feet when they make eye contact*

Yusuke: A gorgeous loser.

Mishima, after meeting Shinya: Seven-year-olds are the meanest people in the world. They terrify me to this day.

Mishima: If I'm on the street on like, a Friday, at 3 PM and I see a group of elementary-schoolers on the side of the street, I will immediately cross to the other side of the street.

Kidnapper: We have him.

Ren: Who?

Kidnapper, about Akechi: We have your boyfriend.

Ren: Oh.

Kidnapper: "Oh"?

Ren: Yeah, you don't have him. He has you. Good luck

Makoto: You know, not every problem can be solved with a gun.

Akechi: That's why I carry two guns.

Ren, seductively taking off his glasses: Wow... You're... really blurry.

Akechi: Thanks.

Akechi: You really don’t get to choose who you love

Akechi, gesturing at Ren: I would know because I’m stuck liking this guy

Haru: What kind of woman doesn't have an axe?

Makoto: What’s something you guys are better than Akechi at?

Futaba: Mario Kart.

Ren: Cooking.

Haru: Emotional vulnerability.

Ren, trying to create a sense of calm by lighting incense, only to find out that the sticks were actually sparklers:

Ren: This is actually painfully on-brand for me.

Futaba: I wonder what butterflies taste like.

Ren: They taste bad.

Futaba: How do you know that?

Ren: I answered your question. That's all you're getting

Ryuji, trying to ask Yusuke out: Do you eat? I do. Want to do it in the same room sometime?

Ann: Elf on the shelf? How about *Pans to Yusuke in the sink* twink in the sink