#everyone is always doing some embarrassing shit and for what. a blonde man

[lysarion]

━━━━━━ i knew you from another life ⟢

♱    |    your first meeting with phainon was nothing short of strange. after all, crying when your eyes first meet is not an everyday reaction.

𖤝 including  ⠀! ⠀phainon          ◟          𖤝 warnings ⠀! ⠀crying, phainon is a bit of mess, mentions of reincarnation ( can be read as a part 2 to "goodbyes and see you later" ), no beta we die like mydei

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when you first got introduced to phainon, he was crying.

you remembered that moment like a clear afternoon day. after all, it wasn’t everyday some attractive stranger burst into tears the moment your eyes met. you were partly worried, partly weirded out — you didn’t know this stranger, or at least, you think you don’t know him.

your free hand clutched the fabric over your chest as castorice raced to his side, leaving you alone with your swirling thoughts. the stranger with white hair eventually ceased his crying after mydei started lecturing him — you’re too far away to catch a word, but you do see how your name tumbled out of the blonde man’s lips. suddenly you’re too aware of what’s happening when blue eyes meet your own gaze.

there was a slight startle in your shoulders when the weird but attractive stranger began walking. he stood right in front of you, a small smile on his lips while one hand rubbed at the back of his neck in a bashful manner. his lips part, but it wasn’t long before they wobbled and tears began to flow again.

“ah shit, hold on—i’m so sorry,” he hurriedly apologised. his hands roughly wiped at his eyes as his head ducked lower. 

you stood there, unsure of what to do. you peek over his shoulders to try and ask for help from castorice or even mydei, but they both looked equally dumbfounded — castorice held her hands tightly in confusion while mydei let out a heavy sigh in anguish. when your gaze returned to the crying boy in front of you, your heart was sent on a rollercoaster ride when you noticed him peeking from his cracked fingers. he let out an embarrassed laugh and looked away. 

truly, what were you to do in this situation?

“seems like i’ve blown my first impression, huh?” 

well, you give the benefit of the doubt for now. not everyone can wipe away their tears and crack a harmless joke like nothing had just transpired.

you let out a strained laugh and shook your head, “not fully, i guess? do you always cry when you meet strangers?”

he laughed, wiped away stray tears from his face with a smile, “no, not really. do you?”

“why would i cry from meeting a weird stranger?”

the weird stranger in question only smiled, chuckled under his breath, and took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to you. he pointed a finger to his cheek, “i’d beg to differ. i guess we’re both strange.”

when your fingers met your cheek, you were mortified when you realized that he was right—you, too, were crying for some reason. “i—huh?”

he only shook his head and started wiping away your tears with his handkerchief himself. you stood there, frozen mid-sentence. you resigned your fate in his hands just like that. with furrowed brows, you followed his movements closely.

“do… do i know you?” you asked.

“my name is phainon,” he replied with a smile. “and yeah, you do. if you believe in reincarnation, at least.”

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[synvil]

Interested // VID : 002 » Viewing Pleasure (( Camgirl! Series ))

a/n : ahhh thank you for the love and support ! <3 feel free to leave thoughts, comments or suggestions, either in the comments or my ask box! :3 picture found online.

btw i can’t fucking think of titles for the life of me.

synopsis : things between you and jj get a little tense. meanwhile another person seems to grow infatuated with you and you’re getting a little excited for your next stream?

agh i’m so bad at titles and summaries ;-;

Vid : 001 // Vid : 003

viewing pleasure m.list

“Add to cart~!”

You squeal in excitement, unable to contain your joy as you make your first purchase online after your payment came in from your first stream.

"Haha, I can't believe it. I can even afford to get same-day delivery."

JJ stands at a distance, watching you with his arms crossed and his lips in a thin line. His eyes are unable to leave your form, constantly trailing up and down your body, always finding itself on the round of your ass. He bites his lip, attempting to be discreet as he taps his fist on the surface of the countertop a few times before clearing his throat. "So, I assume it went well."

“You kidding?” You whirl your head towards him with shining eyes. “It went way better than i thought. I’m so relieved.”

JJ gives a bitter smile, his brow twitching slightly. “So you made some decent money then. That means you’re not going to stream anymore?” He says, making his way over, pulling at his shirt to tuck it over his pants in hopes it covers the visible erection.

“Hmm.. no, I might continue.” You say, watching as he takes a seat beside you, and his brows furrow. “What? I thought you made enough money for rent.”

“well, yeah, but I like being able to make so much money.. and I had a lot more viewers for my first stream than expected.” You reason, setting your phone down after making the purchase. “I mean, I don’t have to stress about finding another job that pays me so little, and with streaming, I can work any time, any day.”

JJ sits up straight as he narrows his eyes at your reasoning. Being able to make money fast was nice but it shouldn’t be at the expense of your body online. “[Name], what about all the creeps online? Who knows what kind of weird old perverts were saving videos and pictures of you?”

Your frown becomes evident on your face, but part of you knew he was right. Streaming wasn’t the safest activity and you didn’t want to sound greedy, but having that much money was more important to you right now. You’d only keep going to make enough to save for bills and stuff, while also saving enough for your own miscellaneous purchases. But..

“I know you’re right but i’ll be okay, J. Besides..” a flush overcomes your cheeks as you shyly look away, feeling embarrassed to admit this to your best friend.

“I kinda liked the attention.. It’s nice hearing and reading everyone complimenting me and liking what they saw. I might do more, but I won’t go crazy with it. I’ll only do it until I make enough in savings.”

JJ hitches a breath, his eyes widening when he hears your confession. It wasn’t anything serious but the way his cock twitches and his heart pounds makes him look away. “You..like showing off your body?”

“Y-Yeah..” You nod in confirmation, pink tints on your cheeks as you look away.

The blonde swallows a bit, holding his breath to gain some control as he turns away. “Shit.”

“JJ?”

“I gotta go. Talk to you later.” He abruptly stands and walks off, heading out of your house and to the door, shutting it behind him as he mounts his truck and drives away.

Your taken back and wonder if your confession drove him away, sighing softly and feeling a bit of guilt filling you up as you turn back to your phone and try to distract yourself.

“Who would’ve thought?..”

Rafe found himself repeatedly looking through your photos on your social media, in disbelief that you were on Kildare Island with him. And it pissed him off knowing how close you were with Maybank, seeing the many pictures of the two of you together.

If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve assumed you two were together.

But how has he never seen you before..? He’s practically grown up with JJ yet he can’t seem to recall ever seeing someone like you around.

Surely he’d remember someone so fucking attractive.. his thumb can’t seem to swipe away from your bikini photos.

Before he could admire any more, Topper sends him a text.

‘Bro, were you watching the link I sent you? Holy shit, she’s so hot. What I wouldn’t give to get a chance to fuck her.’

Rafe scoffs at the text as he rolls his eyes. Of course he noticed Topper's user donating money to your stream as well. Topper was really irritating sometimes. It seems all he could care about was sex and money. You definitely seemed like the type of person who was very sweet, innocent and pure.. someone who he could easily destroy and corrupt from how petite you were, as he hovers over you and slowly travels his hands down to your cunt, the same pussy you were rubbing just yesterday and—

“What the fuck?”

Rafe lets out a shaky breath, catching himself and his thoughts, unaware of his hardened cock in his tight jeans, the desperation to be freed evident from how painful it was becoming.

He brings his hand down and palms himself for a moment, doing anything to relieve himself before he grunts and pulls his hand away. There was no way he was going to be jerking off to someone he didn’t even know existed until now.

“Shit, I need some fucking air.” And despite the restricting pain of his jeans against his cock, he swipes his keys off his desk and heads out, taking his bike on a ride.

"Ugh, so damn stubborn." JJ plops down on his couch, dragging a hand over his face as he inhales heavily. He pulls out his phone and finds himself scrolling through social media. The blonde was sitting at home, frustrated at your insistence to keep streaming. Surely you made enough to cover rent for the next month or so, so why did you want to keep streaming for everyone to see?

It fills him to the brim with jealousy. No one should be looking at you in that way. Much less, a particular kook.

Shit, he was so distracted by you that he forgot what happened during your stream. "Fucking Cameron.. the nerve of that bastard." He scowls, conflicted about what to be more annoyed at. You continuing to stream or Rafe Cameron being one of your viewers.

“Delivery!”

Pounding on the door snaps JJ from his thoughts as he looks up from his phone, thumb instinctively shutting off the device to hide the fact that he was sifting through the photos of you two together. “Comin’!”

With a sigh, the blonde runs a hand through his hair as he makes his way out of his room towards the door. He opens the front door to see a familiar man behind the screen and he feigns a smile. “Rich, always a pleasure.”

Growing up on Kildare meant a lot of the residents knew each other, including the delivery man, who had a mutual disliking towards JJ, grimacing at the sight.

But JJ merely just shares a playful grin. “It wouldn’t kill you to smile, y’know. Afraid you’ll get wrinkles?” He jokes and the man rolls his eyes. “Shut it, Maybank. You’re lucky I don’t throw your damn package in the ocean.”

JJ gasps at that, widening his eyes childishly. “Well, that’s not very environmentally friendly!” He laughs as he takes the box from his hands. “But anyway, what the hell is this? I didn’t order anything.”

“Well, it’s not my problem now.” Rich hands over the device and pen for JJ’s signature. JJ fiddles with the box, inspecting it curiously before taking the device to sign. “What is it?”

Grunting in annoyance, the delivery man swipes the device from Jj’s hands. “The fuck should I know? Piss off, Maybank.”

Scoffing at the rudeness, JJ turns around and kicks the door shut with his foot before walking over to the counter in the kitchen. He finally sees the address line on the box and recognizes his house address but the name piques his interest.

“[Name]?” He murmurs, confusion lacing his eyes as he pulls out his phone. “Must’ve forgot to change it from last time..” He taps along the screen before reaching your contact.

« [Nickname] / Princess 😘😍 »

Out of curiosity, as he’s typing away a message, he goes over to a drawer and pulls out a pocket knife before heading back over to the package. It must've been the package you had ordered earlier.

‘Hey, a package came to my house with your name on it. Think it got sent here by mistake. Want me to drop it off?’

Once sent, JJ sets aside his phone and cuts through the top of the box with ease, expecting it to be some clothes or such you bought for yourself.

But the item inside was completely unexpected.

JJ’s mouth becomes dry as he attempts to wet it by swallowing whatever he could as he looks inside.

Inside the box was a remote controlled, vibrating toy.

“D-Did she buy this for her next stream..?” JJ breathily exhales, his jaw clenching at the way his hardening cock twitches at the imagination of you rubbing the vibrating wand over your clit, and the possible lewd noises you’d illicit.

“Fuck..” Maybe another stream couldn’t hurt. He was conflicted. He couldn’t let you do this on camera, but he’d be damned if the thought didn’t excite him. His mind reverts back to your words.

‘“I kinda liked the attention..”

“Y-You liked showing off your body?”

“Yeah..”’

JJ clears his throat as he closes back up the box, finding a roll of tape in his drawer and securing it back up before setting it somewhere else for you.

As he sets it down, his phone buzzes from a text from you.

‘DON’T OPEN IT JJ! I’ll come by and pick it up soon’

JJ grunts at the message and exhales sharply, turning off his phone. “Too late..” He mutters under his breath.

“Thanks, J. I’ll try and stop by later tonight. Need anything while I’m out?” You take the box from his hands, JJ seemingly uncharacteristically avoiding your direct gaze. Regardless, he shakes his head as he clears his throat, leaning against the doorframe as he crosses his arms. “Hey- So, you’re streaming today?”

You carry the box towards your car, visibly relieved to see it untouched and smile lightly before turning to JJ. “Yeah, why? You gonna try and talk me out of it again?”

“No-! No-“ He clears his throat again when he realizes his outburst and awkwardly scratches the back of his head. “Uh, just- good luck, y’know. I’m sure it’ll be great. And hey- we can reschedule tonight if you’re not feeling up to it.”

You set the box on the bottom of your car in the back and furrow your brows at his words. “Thanks. But we’ll see. I should be able to come over on time if I’m not busy, but i’ll let you know.”

“Of course.” The blonde manages a smile, sending you finger guns before he waves you off. “Drive safe.”

Entering your car, you wave goodbye before pulling out and driving towards the Yacht Club, on the border of the Cut and Figure Eight.

“Dude, you should’ve watched til the end of the stream. It was amazing.”

Topper’s voice is heard when Rafe Cameron steps onto the large dock, walking past various other patrons on the benches and tables, and stepping up to the bar where Topper and Kelce stood.

Kelce shakes his head at Topper’s gushing. “Nah, man, streamers aren’t my thing. I mean, why would I spend so much on some girl i don’t even know and won’t even get to touch.” Kelce notices Rafe approaching and nods at him in acknowledgment. “Hey, you agree with me right?”

“Agree with what?” Rafe says as he stands beside them and Topper scoffs lightly. “You watched the link I sent you right? God, she’s so hot. You should’ve seen what she did before she ended her stream. I bet she’s streaming again today.”

Rafe barely manages to hide his eye roll, his hands clenching into fists. If he was holding a glass, he was almost sure he’d crack it. Something in him stirred the more Topper talked about you, and it made him angry. He had to maintain his self control before he punched the shit out of him.

But it made Rafe confused. Why was he so angry every time Topper opened his stupid fucking mouth? He had the exact same thoughts about you.

Was it because another man was talking about you? It wasn’t like you were his. He hardly even knew you. Is it jealousy?

Tch. Rafe Cameron, jealous? He hasn’t felt jealous since years ago, when his then still alive father was always favoring his sister over him. Rafe Cameron was not jealous.

He barely pays attention to Kelce and Topper, and instead catches a familiar voice nearby.

“Thanks, Sofia. It was actually more helpful than I thought, so thanks for telling me about it.”

“No problem, [Name]. I actually watched it last night, you were great.” Her playful wink makes you laugh a bit bashfully and embarrassingly as you wave it off. “I’m still a bit shy but I think what I bought today will help me a little more this time.”

Sofia slides something across the counter for you and you send a grateful smile as you pick it up. “Thanks. Good luck with the rest of your shift. I should be free this weekend if you’re down to hang out.”

“Actually, this weekend was when I was planning to stream.” She says apologetically and you only grin at her. “I’ll be watching you then. I could learn a thing or two.”

You both share giggles with one another before she’s called somewhere else and waves goodbye to you. You wave farewell and take the item off the counter before turning away.

But as soon as you do so, you meet eyes with someone, who’s staring intensely at you with parted lips, almost like they couldn’t believe you were standing before them.

Giving an awkward smile, you pull yourself away from the counter and turn to leave, heading back to your car.

“Time to go.”

a/n : so ima be honest, i didn’t fully watch every episode of obx, so idk how completely accurate the places are and the availability of pogues being able to just enter these establishments, so im changing it up to just being, whoever’s got the money can come in, even though im sure a lot of country clubs and such are invitations only.

anyhoo hoped you all enjoyed! i’m actually tryna figure out how to get more involvement with Rafe and how to get him introduced- like should he walk up to her or dm her orrr ya. any suggestions would be lovely!! <3

spoiler : i have a plan to invite one of them on stream or one to practice off camera ;)

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taglist : @haruvalentine4321 @lilithblackkk @sleepiibunniiii @kiiyomei @mariamadison6-blog @livinobx @doesnt-care

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[look-me]

“𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬𝑺𝑺”

masc!reader x dealer!abby

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warnings: fingering, using of weed, semi-public sex, r!receiving, idk what else lol

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au: a/u:please don’t mind any grammar mistakes and please cuz english its not my native language. ps. i never write a smut. also i’ll probably won’t correct any mistakes cuz i’m too lazy for it😭 (edit. omg this is shitty how can y’all read this😭)

part 1

part 2

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Smoking together with abby means: she smokes and you drink some beer because she knows you don't smoke.

You met her a long time ago when some friends of yours were too embarrassed to ask her for weed, so they sent you instead.

At first, you hated Abby because everyone always said "she's hot," "I want to have sex with her," etc. You thought people were exaggerating about her until you saw her for the first time.

Your friends were damn right.

She was a goddess: masculine, tall, muscular, dark blonde hair braided in a fishtail, pale freckled skin, and blue eyes.

Everything you liked together. Let's just say the truth. You got a crush on her immediately.

You loved masculine women more than your life, but we all know that masc4masc women are almost impossible. You tried to be more feminine once, but it made you uncomfortable, and you knew that being masculine wouldn’t make you attractive to other mascs, so you got used to having a crush on a masc but then letting your eyes get off of her immediately because it was useless.

{ "Like for real, can't you go and ask her yourself?"

"ARE YOU CRAZY? ARE YOU ASKING ME TO GO TALK TO ABBY FUCKING ANDERSON?!" you turn your head to your other friend.

"Ash, come on, please..."

"Don't look at me, I like her too."

Fuck...

You had no other choice but to talk to Abby.

You were behind a tall guy, so you couldn't see Abby at all. The moment the guy in front of you got away, freeing your view, you melted inside.

"Hey, can I have some of your good stuff?" Abby stared at you for a bit, thinking you were just playing around with her.

"So? Are we going to be here all night, or are you going to give me some of your shit so I can leave?"

"You don't look like a girl who smokes."

"Just give me the fucking weed, man."

"Watch your mouth, princess," she said, smirking all the time while talking to you.

Princess?

Just when you were about to say something back, you got a call.

"No, I haven't taken it yet. I'll be back in a second."

Abby watched you, a bit confused, but she was understanding something.

"My friends were too embarrassed to come get it themselves, and they're also in a hurry. Can you just give me the weed and let me go?"

Bingo, she was right.

You gave her the money, and she finally gave it to you.

"Told you, you don't look like a girl who smokes."

"I don't want to be drug-obsessed like my fucking father." you say nonchalant

From that phrase, her smirk disappeared, and everything changed from Abby's perspective. You went back to your friends, and you guys hung out for a bit. After your friends got tired of walking, you sat down at some typical stairs with them, where they could smoke with no problems.While you were chatting with them, you saw a familiar woman walking towards your direction, Abby.You didn't care that much because those stairs were full of people smoking, drinking, or just chilling out. Your friends quietly freaked out when they saw her but without being noticeable. At first, you thought she knew someone in all this mess until your friends noticed her coming literally towards your direction.

"Hey princess, can you come here for a second?" she said with that fucking smirk.

You swore to God you wanted to rip it off her face.

You hesitated for a few seconds and then went down the stairs to reach her. She walked up to you, breaking the little space you had created between you two, and you were a few inches away from her.

"What do you want? If it's about the money, don't even try to argue with me. The money wasn't mine, and it wasn't any of my business, so you can go argue with my frien—"

"Shut up." You froze at this phrase and were getting ready for anything that could happen.

"Just wanted your number in case you want other things from me."

"I told you already, I don't smoke. If you want, I can give you one of my friend's numbers."

"You came reaching for me, not them."

You turned your head back to look at your friend and then back at Abby.

"Listen, Abby, each one of my friends right there has a crush on you. If I give you my number, they will get mad at me and think I'm trying to have something with you, trying to make them jealo—"

"Well, fuck them then." Abby put her arm behind your back, pushing you a little to make you walk with her until you were right next to her.

"What are you doing?"

"Relax."

"I hate you." She laughed at your sentence.

While you two walked away, Abby started a conversation with you, and you guys talked almost all night. When you had to leave, she insisted on having your number, saying she didn't care about your friends.

Since that day, you two enjoyed your time together more.

Funny, right?

Back to the present

There was a quiet silence between you two until...

"What's up with you?" Abby said, turning her head to look at you.

"Huh?"

"You're quiet today, something you barely are."

"It's nothing," you said, taking a small sip of your beer without looking at her.

"You're lying"

"I'm not, Abigail."

At that name, she turned to you, placed her hand on your shoulder, and pushed you a little. "Don't put the mean masc on me right now. You know you're not."

You rolled your eyes in response.

"Tell me what's going on, princess."

Princess.

A stupid nickname she gave you for playing around and not the way you wished she used it for you.

"I just... like a girl who doesn't like me back." At this phrase, Abby removed her back from the wall you two were sitting against and sat in front of you.

"And why doesn't this bitch"

"Don't call her that, Abby"

"Fine, fine," she said in an annoying tone while she carried her joint close to her lips and held it in, letting a puff of gray smoke out.

"She's just not into me."

"Don't lie to me. I know there's more."

"Oh my God, Abby."

"What? Can't I know why this bitch doesn't want you?" She kept her serious and attractive tone all the time. Why does she have to do that?

"Abby."

"Come on, Y/N."

"She's not into mascs, so I'm not her type at all. Caring and shit. She won't ever see me like that."

"It's not that big of a deal then"

"It is for me."

"Let me guess, she's a masc too."

"Yeah."

"You'll find someone else who's better than her."

"See, that's why I can't talk with you."

"What are you trying to say?"

"Abby, you never had a serious relationship. You've never been really in love. You literally flirt with 100 women every hour."

"That doesn't mean I can't give you my advice."

"Yeah, easy for you to say that. You can have every girl you want, and they will come to you with no second thoughts."

"What does it have to do with me, Y/N?" she said with her typical tone, even if irritated.

"Nothing, you don't understand," you said, looking away from her and taking another sip of your beer.

"Then what's the problem?"

"None, let's just forget about this."

"Now you tell me."

"I said, there's no problem."

"You know I'm not some of your stupid friends. Think about how you treat me," she said like she was about to kill you, but you ignored her completely.

"I'm talking to you," she said, grabbing your face with one of her veiny hands to face her.

"The problem is she's right in front of me," you said without noticing, irritated by the action she just did, removing her hand from your face brutally.

Oh fuck.

"What did you say?"

"I didn't mean it, I'm just mad." You didn't look at her, but with the corner of your eye, you saw a smirk appearing on her face.

"Abby, I'm drunk now. You can't take what I say seriously."

"A drunk person doesn't know she's drunk."

"Can you shut the fuck up?" After your sentence, Abby grabbed you by the neck and pulled you towards her face. You could literally see all her little freckles that you can't normally see.

"How many times do I have to tell you to watch your mouth, princess?"

"Abby, let me go. You're high," you said, trying to let go of her hand by trying to stand up but failing and falling on her lap.

"I can handle all of this more than you," she said, wrapping her hands around your waist.

"Abby, don't do things you're going to regret later."

"I'm not going to."

"Abby, seriously, I'm not any of your bitches. Don't fucking play with me."

"Watch your attitude with me, Y/N," she whispered, then slowly kissed your lips. Your mind started spinning so fast, and your heart was about to explode. One of her hands moved from your waist and slid into your pants. Her fingers made a connection with your clothed pussy.Slowly, her finger ran up your slit through your panties.

"Abby.."

"I'm right here, princess," she said as she applied more pressure, causing you to whimper, your hips bucking into her finger that wouldn't stop running through your slit. "Tell me, baby, who told you I wasn't into you, huh?" she said with a smirk plastered on her face. You didn't respond, too shocked by the situation. "Look at me." You hid yourself even more in her neck, too afraid of what could happen. "Y/N, I said look at me." You moved your head from her neck to face her. Those blue eyes were eating you alive.

"You're such a good girl." Abby pushed your panties to the side, and you moaned instantly, your body jerking as she slipped a finger inside you. "Look at you, so sweet and caring, kinda turns me on," she said, adding another finger into you while giving you hickeys on your exposed neck. All of this was unbelievable to you, so without caring too much, you started riding on her fingers. Her lips sucking on your neck, her fingers going in and out of your pussy, it was too much pleasure that you came right after hearing Abby moan in satisfaction.

"Fuck... Abby," you said, trying to catch your breath again, resting your head on her neck while she removed her hand from your panties and licked her fingers from your juices. You took a few seconds to realize what happened, and when you did, you tried to get away from Abby's grip, hoping you could run away and never see her again so you could drown your feelings for her, until you felt a pressure keeping you down.

"Where are you going, princess? You're stuck with me now," she said while her hands made their way under your shirt, caressing your back.

"I don't believe you, Abigail."

"Call me that name again, and I'Il find a way to shut this little pretty mouth of yours."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

"Don't worry, I'll show you who you belong to."

"Fuck you," you said, not looking at her.

You knew she probably just used you as her sex toy, so you tried your best not to fuck her off and run away.

Part 2?😭

[aizawasbrazybaby]

❥𓂃𓏧Freak Like Me

𖦹Warnings: Corrupt Cop!Nanami x Fem!Reader, Pet names? (Calls reader Beautiful a lot), Semi-public (car sex), p in v sex, Oral (fem receiving), Very brief mention of blood, Cervix kissing, Dubcon (consent is implied but he doesn’t ask before touching reader)

𖦹Word Count: 1.7k (I had to restrain myself from making it longer🥲)

🫧: Hello everyone sorry for any mistakes I always try to proof read at least twice before posting. Also I’ll be attempting to upload here and WP on Fridays at 5pm est.🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

Summaryᐕ: It was supposed to be a late night traffic stop…only he was off duty and everyone knows what happens after dark.

Air moved deeply through your lungs harshly exiting your nose. Those fluorescent blue and red lights flashed obnoxiously bright, forcing your eyes to shut into a squint. The officer’s tall figure strutted over to your old compact sedan that was honestly hanging on by the grace of god herself. His blonde hair and white skin contrasted the chilled bitter darkness. Fingers tapped the window and signed for it to be rolled down. Your eyes hit the back of your head as you followed the lawful command.

And holy fuck…

A chill ran up your spine. He looked like the finest piece of art man could make- so much so you had to do a double take at the patrol car to see if it was the real deal. That this wasn’t an elaborate prank by some shitty tv show or idiotic influencers that didn’t know how illegal impersonating an officer was.

“Pretty late for a lady like you to be out here dontcha think,” he glanced at the bloody scrubs in your passenger seat, “long night?”

“That easy to tell?” your fingers rubbed at the dark circles under both eyes, “sorry but is your bodycam on?”

A strange mix of a laugh and hum rumbled in his throat, “license and registration ma’am.”

A demand.

Mint intertwined in his cool breath as he let out an annoyed sigh waiting for you to gather your things. As if you initiated the traffic stop on him. He softly snatched at the forms you handed to him.

“What has you out here so late, nurse ____?” His gaze flickered back to the passenger seat.

“Doctor,” you corrected.

“What?”

“It’s Dr._____ I’m not a nurse.”

He grinned, “well, many apologies for my ignorance.” You looked in his narrow eyes and something shifted in you. In both of you. Your pants felt almost suffocating on your throbbing pussy as that honey-like essence pooled to your center.

“I-I just got off work at the hospital,” you pointed behind you, “third twelve hour shift this week. I pulled over to get some sleep, heard somewhere that driving tired is as bad as driving drunk.”

Why’s his stare gotta be so intense? Your mind raced. Eyes lowering to his beautifully plump lips. Watching his tongue swipe teasingly slow over the bottom one before it was held between his teeth.

Good fucking God.

“Have you been drinking tonight?” You could have swore a glimpse of a grin flashed just as quickly as it had disappeared . His calloused fingers softly traced your jawline, thumb running across your lips. A line was crossed. Several lines. But shit it’s been so long since you’d been caressed. And the man before you was so alluring. You leaned into Nanami’s touch- your eyes fluttering shut for a second before burning into his.

“No, officer.”

“Why don’t you step out for me beautiful,” his voice low and seductive. Embarrassment burned through you from how quickly you obeyed. Horny and stupid. Desperate and horny. He looked you up and down then grabbed your hands. Cold to the touch but you didn’t pull away, placing them behind your head, “Lock your fingers.”

Holy hell he was close.

You could feel the heat emanating from his mouth. Circling you he stopped behind, pressing against your back. His belt. The service belt was nowhere to be found. Pressure started at the wrist and worked its way to your waist. Outlining the shape. His fingers trailed over your breasts. so. very. slow. Each finger took its time feeling the buds that hardened under.

Desperation made itself known from a slight gasp that morphed into a whimper, “shit.”

Nanami groaned in response. He walked back around, hands lowering to the fat of your ass gripping and squeezing. He placed a kiss on your cheek and nipped at your jaw.

“Sir,” you glanced at the abandoned strip of road, “not out here.”

His hand pulled to the front rubbing your pussy through your thin sweats. His digits worked their way inside feeling how wet you were. Snatching a moan from your throat that your own ears struggled to recognize. No panties. A bold move on your end.

“Get in the backseat,” his teeth caught on your bottom lip. An arm rounded your waist pulling you away from your car before opening the door for you. He blocked your head from hitting the top of the doorway like he would if sticking you in his squad truck.

Before you could speak your sweats were around your ankles. His eyes looked back at you as he kissed up your thigh, “want me to stop?”

“No!” Your voice was under a shout. Loud. Desperate. And beyond fucking horny for the stranger with his upper half leaning between your legs. The other hanging out the car.

He chuckled, “okay doctor.” His tongue ran up your slit catching the enticing liquid that glazed parts of your skin. Ecstasy swam through your veins and straight to where the man was now sucking your sensitive clit. Hands sliding through his healthy locks he moaned on your cunt. You hissed at the feeling.

Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz.

You sat your head up seeing Nanami dig in your pocket and pull out your phone. He flashed the screen and your heart skipped a beat. “Don’t.” From his shit eating grin you knew he wasn’t gonna listen. He firmly pressed the green answer and tossed you the phone.

“Hey JESS,” you stifled the moan that clawed to be set free. The cop pushed your thighs apart, thrusting his middle and ring fingers inside. You squeezed your eyes shut at the sudden intrusion. Savoring that pain spiked with pleasure.

Is that mommy? Your six year old asked sleepily in the background.

Hey Miss.____ I was just checkin on ya. It’s pretty late just wanted to see if everything was okay

“Y-yes hon everything’s fine just got off work a bit late.”

Nanami unbuttoned his slacks, releasing his erection. Lining himself to your pussy that clenched around nothing. He smiled from ear to ear slowly inching himself deep.

That’s good. Baby Kiri keeps askin for ya wanna say good night before I put her to bed?

“No!” you lowered your tone, taking a fistful of Kento’s shirt, “no need I’ll s-see her when I g-get home.”

He took the phone muting and keeping it on speaker, “lemme hear you beautiful,” his pace increased. Squelching and your squeals filled the car, “fuck darling n-nice and loud. That’s it.”

“Nanami,” you whimpered, “fuck pleaseee.” You dragged.

“Uh uh Kento when I’m fucking you,��� he smirked.

Why not? Hello? ___ are you there? Is everything okay?

He thrust one last time before plunging his cock deep inside. And fuck. Fuck. fuck. fuck. His tip was pressing against your cervix. Your legs started to shake slightly but enough where he noticed. And you clenching tight around him had his eyes rolling back and breathing heavy.

Unmute. “I-I’m fine Jess. Just in a bit of a s-situation right now.”

His hips rocked slowly bringing that tight coil closer. His teeth glided over your throat, “gonna drive me crazy hang up that damn phone,” you could sense his lust from his deep whisper.

Should I send someone out there? What’s happening?

“No need, ‘mtaking good care of her,” he growled at the nanny.

Who is this? Where’s ___??

“Gonna have to, ah, call you b-back.” You tried your best not to let it out but that moan slipped through and no doubt she picked up. Nanami took your phone tossing it atop those dirty scrubs.

Oh…ohh, it clicked. She hung up immediately.

He slammed his hips into yours. Faster. Stronger. Until that coil grew so tight in the both of you that you were shouting each other's names as you came. His hot cum filling you up so full and you leaving your cream all over him that is splattered just below his belly button. Drained of all his energy and stamina he rocked into you riding out the high to both of your orgasms.

“Kento,” you said breathlessly, “thank you.” Of course he didn’t know what you were thanking him for. Didn’t know you’d been so deprived from a man’s touch. You craved some kind of sexual interaction. Didn’t know he relieved so much of the pent up stress from work and being a single mother.

“Any time beautiful.” He panted but managed to keep a smile on his handsome face. He pulled out looking for something, anything to help clean you up. When his eyes landed on you, you pointed to the front seat.

“Got a few baby wipes in the glove compartment.”

He nodded. You watched as he climbed out zippering his pants as his head fell back. Taking in the cool night breeze. God he was something to behold. Walking around the front he took out the pack of wipes and jogged back to you.

“Does anything hurt? Are you alright?” He asked back to his monotone as he wiped your thighs and intimate parts.

“I’m alright.”

“Think you can walk?” he shimmied your sweats back up, shoving something in the pocket. Before you could even answer he pulled you to the edge of the car by your legs making you yelp. He held you like a bride before placing you in the driver seat.

“Hope so.” You said quietly. His hand grabbed the back of your head through the window pulling you in a kiss. Long and passionate. If you knew anything it was that this man was gonna be the death of you. You felt yourself getting wet all over again.

“G’night…officer Nanami.” You looked deeply in his eyes.

“Get home safe.” He didn’t smile or break the contact. He climbed back in his car shutting off the lights and starting his car back up. Digging in your pocket you pulled out his business card that had his number written neatly in blue pen on the backside. Your mouth gaped open and looked out your window as he was passing you. Driving slow he seen the card in your hand and winked at you. That shit eating grin back on his lips.

Staring daggers back at the card you wondered how long you were really out for.

[juelzsstuff]

Telling armin about your crush (spoiler it's him)

!sfw! idk how to write i didn't pass english class dont come at me.

you two were best friends since childhood and you've always had a crush on him even a little more than a crush and the two of you never spared any details when it came to your lives. you often hungout with jean, connie and sasha and mostly went on missions with their group. you two were talking around a camp fire to catch up after everyone had gone off to sleep, too deep in conversation to head to bed.

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"imagine if the captain saw us up still, he'd probably make us dig each others grave" you say laughing quietly. "yeah i know but hey at least we wouldn't be dying along as a titan snack" he smiled back at the thought of you two being buried next to each other with matching headstones. A memory sparks in your mind, "omg i forgot to tell you", you turn toward him ready to spill your latest gossip, something you two did regularly. "i went out to go do my cleaning in the mess hall and i saw the hottest man i have ever seen in my entire life and okay so my first thought was holy shit, my second was the realization that i looked like i just crawled out of a pile of horse shit and i was already staring at him and yk what this man did" you pause covering your face in embarrassment. armin has a huge smile on his face waiting to hear how badly you fumbled, "what did he do?" you slide your hands off your face and turn toward him putting a hand on his leg to brace yourself from what you are about to admit "he came up to me because i'm staring still and said 'are you okay, did you come from the infirmary?' and i just made a weird noise that was supposed to be words and walked off". armin starts laughing trying to hold back, "you need serious help, there's no coming back from that y/n", you respond half laughing half fake crying "I KNOW". the laughter dies down and armin speaks up "so what did he look like?" you try to think of what he looked like and draw a blank, only remember some key points, "he had like brown hair and was sort of tall definitely shorter than you.....i guess now that i think about it, i really didn't see his face so he was probably average looking. not really my type". armin chuckles and he asks, "so what is your type then".

you think for a moment, a pang of anxiety runs through you. you've always pushed down your feelings for him and just enjoyed your friendship but tonight you might as well get a little bold. you think for a moment and look up at the starry sky, "i like smart guys yk? like the ones who aren't just a feral idiot ready to pick a fight or so full of themselves that it's annoying and weird". "blondes are okay too, my favorite actually" you say while stealing a glance at him, he's looking down at the ground and not really paying attention. so you keep talking "i've had a crush on this one guy but either he's oblivious or he's not interested so i've given up and so ive gone for the opposite type". armin looks at you intrigued, "a crush? like a serious one or like i barley saw his face and i made a weird noise one?" he says holding back a smile, his perfect teeth flashing for only a second. you nudge his shoulder and roll your eyes, "like a serious one". "can i guess who it is?", a nervous zap runs through your body and all your confidence is running out the window. armin seems to notice and is now even more excited and confident in his conclusion. he speaks with pure certainty, "it's reiner isn't it?"

your face drops and all the anxiety you had before has become straight disappointment, the only thought in your mind: omg he's an idiot. how is the smartest man in the scouts really this oblivious, you might as well have said your crushes name started with a ar and ended with a min. well maybe he knew what you were trying to say and he's giving you an out. it's too late now, time to commit or dig that grave you two were talking about earlier. you sigh and look at him in his sky blue eyes, "do you seriously not know? i'm talking about you armin" he sits there eyes wide and a blush on his cheeks, "w-what? me?" "yes who else, seriously? don't say you actually thought i was into reiner" you say sheepishly. armins heart is beating fast, he never thought you would think of him that way in a million years and all of a sudden his dreams have come true. all the years he spent listening to you talk about boys and his attempt to shove down his feelings for you and try to fall for another girl no longer mattered. all the times he got excited when you came to talk to him and no one else, every time you accidentally brushed his hand and it went straight to his soul. it now means something more than before but now his brain has basically stopped working and he might as well be dreaming. you talk again as you watch his brain short circuit "i love you armin and i always have, more than just a friend". he doesn't look at you and looks up at the camp fire with a smile and says, " i love you more than you know y/k, everything about you is so perfect. i always told myself anything you need i would be there first before anyone or.... any other guy could be. i would listen to you talk about the guys you see or liked and i would make a note in my brain of how maybe i could do the same so you'd talk about me and get that same look in your eyes". he chuckles, "one time i even tried to style my hair differently and i unbuttoned a few buttons on my uniform but the captain saw it before you could. that was the day i had to run laps till i collapsed". he smiles and hesitates before looking at you, soaking in your features in the moonlight contrasting with the dim coals of the bonfire. he speaks softly and tucks a strand of hair behind or ear, "you're so beautiful, i thought it was too good to be true". you blush and lean closer to him, the two of you like magnets. you stop inches away from his face, feeling his breath hitch and you look up at him and see his eyes closed. he's nervous, how cute, you wonder if he's ever kissed a girl before but that's better to ask after. you close the distance and his body relaxed and you melt into it with him, his hands reach up and hold your face so lightly. you've always wondered what it would be like, what he would be like and it's even better than you imagined.

[kteezy997]

Friends to Lovers//t.c.

Information: reader with a mid-sized body type

Warnings: some angst, little fluff- I guess, smut, fingering, female receiving oral sex-kinda, nipple play, creampie

It’s kind of a long read, get a drink and a snack, if you wish🩷

One evening, your friends were trying to tell you that Timmy was in love with you. But there simply was no way it was true! Number one, you were friends. Number two, you were nowhere near his type. You had a mid-size body, and Timmy was used to dating, and screwing, women with thin, perfect bodies. You knew that he would never see you in a romantic or sexual light. You had grown to accept it and be okay with it.

Deep down, you had always had feelings for him, but you kept them buried for so long that you often forgot they were even there. You always laughed and had a lot of fun with Timmy. He was such a great person, and you were glad to have him in your life, even if it was just as a friend. Even if it could never be anything more.

You always heard the saying, “if he wanted to, he would.” And Timothée never made a move outside of your friendship, so you knew he wasn’t interested in you as anything but.

"Timmy is not in love with me!" you insisted to your two friends that were in your apartment, arguing otherwise with you.

"But he is! So in love." Sophie claimed.

Olivia chimed in as well, "He loves everything about you: your body, your voice, your hair, he already knows your amazing personality. That's how he fell in love with you, by being friends first."

"Now he's hopelessly in love.” Sophie said, "Everyone of our friends knows, and you're the only one that's blind to it."

“Yeah, he wants to kiss you; he wants to touch your private parts, y/n.” Olivia said.

You had to laugh.

“You can’t deprive the man any longer.” Olivia pointed out, crossing her arms defiantly.

“It’s so obvious! We can’t take it anymore.” blurted Sophie.

You scoffed at their false claims, "Okay, this is just ridiculous, I'm going to have to prove you both wrong." You marched across your apartment, putting some shoes on and grabbing your purse.

"Wait, what are you doing?!" Olivia asked.

"I'm going over to his apartment and he's going to deny all of this, because he does not see me like that! You two are full of shit!”

...........

You knocked on Timmy's door.

"Hey, hold on!" you heard him call from the inside.

"Timmy, I have to talk to you!" you said to him from the other side of the door.

The door opened, Timmy stood there, shirtless, and said, "Y/n? Are you okay?" there was genuine worry in his voice.

You looked ahead into his apartment, behind him several feet away there was a blonde woman getting dressed. Oh shit!

"Oh, you're...not alone. I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have just barged in." you said, turning away to leave.

"Hey, whoa, whoa," he followed you, touching your arm to stop you, "you're not barging in, what's up?" He narrowed his eyes at you.

"Nothing, it was stupid anyways. Let's just forget about it." you said, waving your hand, embarrassed, brushing the reasoning away. "I'll see you later, Timmy. Sorry again, for intruding on your evening." You left without letting him say anything else.

You'd been lying to yourself if you said that you were glad that he wasn't interested in you. A tiny part of you had hope that he would want to be with you. You hoped what your friends were talking about was true.

The feelings you buried had been unearthed, just for a moment. But now, it was time to cover them up again, and go on like nothing had been said. It was for the best.

…….

There was a knock on your door about an hour after you had gotten home. It was getting late, so you were surprised someone had even knocked.

Timmy was on the other side of the door, to your surprise. "Hey, can we talk?" he asked, nervously. He looked cute, messy curls spilling out under his baseball cap, wearing a big sweatshirt and his hands in the pocket.

"I mean, yeah Timmy, but you didn't have to cancel your date. You didn’t have to come here. I'm fine, it's no big deal."

"No, no. Tell me, why did you need to talk to me earlier? I think I might have an idea why but tell me." he pursued, letting himself into your apartment.

"You might have an idea? What does that mean?" you frowned, following him, expecting him to raid your pantry for a snack like he always did when he came over. You did your best to keep his favorites on hand.

"Stop stalling, y/n, and tell me." he leaned against your kitchen counter.

Okay, no food, no distraction. "Okay, okay,” you said, ready to get this silly situation over with, “Sophie and Olivia were trying to tell me that you are in love with me, and I got sick of it because there's just no way! So I went to your place to hear the truth from you, but turns out that you didn't even need to say anything because you were with some woman-"

"They were right." he said bluntly.

"See? It's just so weird that they would say-wait, what?" your heart started to pound. You could not believe what you heard. You looked at him in shock, waiting for him to say something else. Maybe you just misheard him?

"They are right, y/n." Timmy took a step toward you, he reached out and took your hand.

His hand was warm to the touch, so comforting.

"I love you. I always have. I just never say anything because I didn't think you'd feel the same way, and I didn't want to lose you as my friend.”

Okay, you had heard him right. But was he absolutely serious?

"Timmy, is that true? You're not playing with me?"

"No," he frowned at you, shaking his head, "I would never lie about this. Look, if you don't feel the same way towards me, it's okay. We can just go back to being friends like nothing happ-"

You cut him off with a kiss: something you never thought you'd do. You put your hand on the back of his head, and stood on your tiptoes, as he was quite a bit taller than you.

The bill of his hat got in the way, hitting you on top of the head. You both laughed and he took the hat off tossing it onto the counter.

Timmy then pulled you close to him, his hands resting on your lower back. He kissed you firmly, moaning into it. He opened his mouth, teasing your tongue with his, inviting you in.

You let his tongue swirl yours lovingly. You let out a little moan when he took your face in his hands, pulled away from your lips and kissed your cheek, then the other, and followed with a kiss on your forehead.

He looked into your eyes, smiling sweetly.

You giggled with glee. Your adrenaline had subsided, and your heart swelled. You couldn't think of any words to say, he had taken away your ability to think at the moment. "Timmy I-"

"No, no we don't have to talk right now." he whispered, touching your lips, his voice hoarse from the kiss.

........

Timmy had picked you up and carried you to your bedroom. He tossed you onto the bed, making you giggle. He had a smirk on his face as he removed his baggy sweatshirt. He watched you as you started to undress as well.

You weren't afraid to be bold and take your top and pants off. You were glad you had picked a cute, matching bra and pantie set.

He looked like he was in awe, which was a big boost to your confidence. He took his pants off quickly and kneeled in front of you.

You were sitting on the edge of the bed, and Timmy placed his hands on your thighs. You shivered as he pressed kisses there. His wet lips, the stubble on his chin, his long fingers kneading your fleshy thighs, it was delightful. You threw your hands into his hair. You had secretly wanted to play with Timmy's hair since you had known him. Now, you could do whatever you wanted.

And so could he. Timmy pushed your legs apart. He noticed the little wet patch on the crotch of your panties. He looked up at you for a second before dipping down between your legs and licking that wet spot.

You whimpered at the feeling, so invasive, so intimate, but you were still concealed to him. It was so hot, seeing his messy curls between your legs.

Timmy hooked his fingers into the sides of your underwear, and as he pulled them down, you laid back. His locked into your gaze, and your legs were brought upward, your feet landing softly on his chest. He shook his head, running his fingers threw his tousled mane. He grabbed your ankles, and he left a trail of kisses up your leg, moving downward with each one until he hovered just above you.

"I can't believe you haven't known until now." Timmy remarked. Little ringlets fell downward as he looked at you from above.

"I didn't... think I'd be your type." you admitted.

He chuckled, "Y/n, you're so beautiful to me, I've always told you that." he tucked your hair behind your ear.

"Well yeah, but I thought you were just being a sweet friend. I didn't know that you'd actually be attracted to me. I mean, I'm not for everybody." you shrugged. You weren’t insecure, necessarily, but you knew that some people would not deem your body type as beautiful or particularly appealing.

"I think you are sorely mistaken. I've heard so many guys thirst over you." he shook his head and blushed, "Me included."

"You want me? Timmy, you really want me?" you implored. You just wanted him to say it.

"Yes, I want you, I need you. Fuck." he kissed you hard, throwing his hands in your hair, grabbing your head. One hand tucked around your throat. He softly rocked his crotch into you.

You felt his hard cock against your thighs. You had to touch it. You reached down and palmed him through his boxers, moaning as his length filled up your hand. "Ugh, I want you to fuck me."

Timmy held your jaw, "Oh, you want me to fuck you?"

You nodded against his hand. You squeezed his cock gently.

"Mmm," he groaned in response, "You wet for me, baby?" he dipped his finger into your folds sliding them over your clit.

"Ah! Fuck." you clenched your eyes shut.

"I'll take that as a yes." he said just before he inserted a finger into you. He started pumping slowly. But gradually quickened his pace, and introduced another finger.

You arched your back, and grabbed his wrist as he fucked you with his fingers. "Timothee." you breathed out his name.

He removed his fingers but kept them on your clit, softly rubbing circles there and he leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss. He pulled away, instructing, "Take your bra off."

You quickly reached behind you, unhooked your bra, and tossed it away.

Timmy's eyes went to your tits instantly. One hand stayed on your pussy and the other went to your breast. He licked his lips, then put them on your hard nipple. He ran his tongue around it and sucked it into his mouth, moaning on your tit. He bit down, pinching the sensitive bud.

You whimpered as his attack on your nipple sent throbbing sensations to your pussy. You were eager for more, you licked your hand, and put it around his cock. You stroked him as he continued to suck your nipples all while giving your clit attention.

He slid a finger in again, hitting your g-spot. You rutted your hips forward onto his fingers. You tried to stroke his cock, but you couldn't keep a steady rhythm. You felt the tension building inside of you.

"Don't stop. I'm close, Timmy, please don't stop!" you cried. The stimulation was too much.

Timmy flicked his fingers inside of you faster and used his other hand to pinch your nipple.

You thought you might burst, "Fuck!" You shook a little and your legs clasped onto his arm that was between them. You shifted onto your side, panting heavily.

Timmy rolled you back over, so he could get between your thighs. He tucked your legs over his hips and slid his cock into you.

Your toes curled as he entered you fully. You gripped your sheets.

He found a rhythm and fucked you hard. His waistline bucked against your wetness, leaving smacking sounds throughout the bedroom. He put his hands on your waist, holding onto your love-handles.

“Oh my god!” you cried, writhing in pleasure, arching your back to meet his thrusts. You put your hands on his abdomen. His skin was hot, but smooth, and his muscles rippled as he fucked you. He had to smooth his hair back out of his face now and then.

After a while, he angled his legs to fuck into you at a higher protectory. His tip was able to hit you deeper.

You held onto your own legs as Timmy used you as an anchor. He rutted into you as fast as he could muster.

"Ah, fuck." he muttered. Sweat dripped from his brow, he closed his eyes, shooting his cum into you. He groaned as his balls were emptied, and he crashed onto you.

You wrapped your arms around his spent body. Your skin stuck to his in a shiny layer of sweat. His cock softened inside of you; you felt his warm cum leaking out.

Timmy nuzzled into your neck, leaving little kisses on your skin. His hand grazed over your hair as he regained control of his breath.

........

You both cleaned up with a hot bubble bath. Timmy dried you off and you got into bed together, naked.

"So, you just left that girl to come see me?" you asked, facing him.

He looked at you oddly, "Yeah, of course. I'd pick you over anyone."

"Well, that was before you even knew that I liked you back." you pointed out.

He cocked his head slightly, "Hmm, I'm still not even sure if you like me."

You giggled, smacking him playfully, "But really, you like me that much, to risk losing someone else?"

"Y/n, no one compares to you." he said, but then cringed at his own words, "God, that was corny."

"No," you laughed, "I could tell that you meant it. And I really like you too, Timothee Hal." You declared your feelings, once and for all and crawled onto your lover. You felt him hug your body and he kissed you deeply.

A/N: how are we all doing after the golden globes? are we okay? if y'all need to talk, I'll be here. We'll get through this together! lol much love XX

@gatoenlaciudad @thebetawolfgirl @musicandbooksaremyhappyplace @softhecreator @tchalamss

@bitchyunknownuser @lixzey @kpopgirlbtssvt

[echantedtoon]

Partner

It doesn't matter what happens. In life or even death they will always be partners.

(Something, something. Killer's a good boyfriend who comforts Kid after he's still getting used to the loss of his arm. Something something Kidkiller angst.)

The waves crashed against the solid wood of the nightmare that tainted the seas with its blight. The dull voyage towards it's next destination undisclosed to the masses until it was too late. Until the cries of the victims dammed to endure the blight's upcoming wrath soared throughout the heavens.

The scars and wounds open and fresh on their minds.

As even the night drove onwards and the waves rocked the ship as some kind of cradle, sleep did not come easy to the red devil curled up warm and awake with guilt knocking on the back of his eyelids. A somber but evil taunting the regret fed the mind. Despite being safe. Despite the warmth of the bed of soft materials and warm blankets over themselves. Despite the second presence awake and alert at the distress of the other man laid next to him. Amber eyes stone faced to the ceiling.

"You're awake," the other observed. 

"No shit."

"You should sleep." A movement under the warm fuzzy blanket had not made him flinch, but the absent touch of something that SHOULD'VE been there did. Usually he'd be holding his hand when he couldn't sleep, but instead the man of flowing blonde hair has to settle for a comforting touch to his bandaged shoulder. "You'll heal up better if you get rest."

"Tch. I've handled worse losses than this." Amber eyes looked off unable to face the reality just waiting for him under the covers. 

"Kid, that's not the point. I just want you to heal up properly."

"Yeah?..Well what if I don't want to see it?" His entire head turned to face the other direction. "You might not want it either."

A sudden realization dawned on the blonde's face before a sigh escaped his lips. Blankets shifted over as he sat up. "You don't want me to see you hurt? Is that what this is all about?" He didn't answer but the red head tilted his face ever away from him. "Oh, Kid. It doesn't matter to me what you look like. Everyone has scars. It comes from the life of a pirate."

"It matters to me what you'd think."

"That's not what I-" He sighed. Resorting himself to lay on his side closer to him. Close enough to nuzzle their heads together. "You shouldn't be worried about that. No matter what I want you. ALL of you. Your flaws. Your mistakes. Your imperfections." The redness of his face began to match his hair feeling the warmth of the other man kissing into his neck. "I want you and only you."

"Ugh. Cut off the hopeless romantic shit, Kil." His one remaining arm reached out to weakly push back the kissing blonde. Though his face betrayed his words and actions. "It's fuckin' embarrassing."

"Yet you don't care most of the time. You're just being stubborn."

"Heh. That's why you fell for me."

"I didn't fall in love with you." His one hand was caught up in Killer's catching him off guard. "I walked into love with you with my eyes wide open choosing to take every step along the way." Amber eyes turned finally making contact with crinkled blue orbs. "I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we'd choose anyways." Closer the smile came just nuzzling into the side of the red faced man. "And I'd choose you in a hundred lifetime in any version of reality. I'd find you and I'd choose you."

"Fuckin' hell! You can just say 'i love you' like a normal person?!"

His breathy laugh did nothing to ease up the hammering inside his chest nor did the lips pressing into his jawline continually. Dam Killer. "No.~"

[copaline]

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This is a clip of the spinoff of Horror Vacui called The Dealer and the Oracle!

It's a fix it fic that answers the question "what if someone had rescued a young 1982 Model Ford as he was being tortured by Bill?". Here's a little snippet of the upcoming Chapter:

The 1980s were a shit decade. Leaf knew it. Jheselbraum knew it. Bill knew it. Everyone knew it. The music was tinny and insipid, the tech was clunky, the people were painfully backwards but thought themselves advanced, and that was before anyone took into account what passed for fashion. The 80s lacked the innovation of the 70s, the dynamism of the 60s, and the reverberating Potential of the 50s. The 80s weren’t experienced so much as they were inflicted upon a population that had no other choice but to exist in linear time. Case in point: The Rio Bar.  This faux Brazilian monstrosity was meant to look and feel exotic but only managed to embarrass itself. With its ever-present tobacco smoke and the reverb-heavy music, Leaf supposed it was a place where the uninspired could get a little taste of something safely foreign yet familiar. The bartender approached her in a ridiculous bleach-blond pompadour and what passed for a tropical shirt. “What can I getcha?” he asked cheerfully. Leaf locked eyes with him and scrutinized his saccharine smile before leaning in closer. “Tell the Grand Wormwood I’m here about her tab.” There was a crackle of static in the fringes of reality as the seams wrinkled and yielded to the words. The bartender’s face became dazed as his eyes glazed over and shifted from brown to a vivid lime green. He then blinked and looked around in confusion. “Hello Absinthe,” Leaf smiled. “Wisp? Where the hell did you drag me off to…” he trailed off as he looked positively disgusted. “I already helped you put the squeeze on Rico, I kept my end of the deal!” The Grand Wormwood, Absinthe the Green, otherwise known as the patron fae of that specific sort of regret that comes after you had far too good a time the night before. The Green Fairy’s domain lay behind the bar with the bottles of spirits, in theory she could manifest anywhere you could find a bartender, but even she had standards and this place certainly fell short of them. She was not pleased and was looking at Leaf as though she had dragged her to some back-alley slum to be murdered. “What? You don’t like banana leaves, bad music, and neon colors?” Leaf teased and it earned her a green-eyed glare. “You’re not funny.” “Well as long as you’re here, can I get a Blackberry Bramble?” It was amusing to see Absinthe puff up and glower while inhabiting a man a full head taller than Leaf. Eventually, the fae relented and manifested blackberries in a tumbler. “This was not part of the contract, Wisp.” “Oh no worries, I’ll pay for the drink.” “That wasn’t what I meant,” the bartender hissed, “you said I just had to help you find him. You never said I had to help you break him out.” “I also didn’t say you needed to kill Rico or his men,” she pointed out. “I only killed half.” “The other half were committed to the local insane asylum.” “And this is how you repay my restraint.” “My Lady Green, sulking is most unbecoming of you. You agreed to my deal. Last I checked, you still have half of your tab outstanding,” Leaf corrected as she caught the drink Absinthe slid across to her and took a sip, “mmm… bit sour.” “It’s February. Blackberries will be out of season for another twenty Februaries until global warming ramps up,” the fairy huffed. “Shame,” Leaf sighed as she pretended to be fascinated by the drink. “Is that it? You dragged me here to make you an anachronistic drink that won’t be invented for another year and a half?” “Misery loves company,” Leaf’s pointed reply was softened by the amusement in her eyes. “You know… you never said what Stan was doing in a place like this.”

[hotcat37]

if you're still doing those i'd love prompt 7 or 36 (or both 👀) for bojere^^

prompts are now ⚠️closed⚠️ !! Thanks to everyone who send something!

Cw for non descriptive panic attack!!

Prompt 7: "I'm here. I've got you. You're safe now." (Bojere)

Jere doesn't think he's ever had a panic attack before.

Not even after that goddamn Eurovision finale. He's always been emotional, sure, but the past few years he's really improved on keeping his feelings under control. Jere likes to think that he's pretty good at keeping calm all things considered. Or so he thought.

Because now he's practically staggering off stage, the forced smile he's been keeping on during the whole show becoming unsteady as tears start pooling in his eyes. His crewmates of course immediately notice something is off and the thought that the audience might've noticed too scares Jere so bad that the knot of anxiety in his chest grows impossibly stronger.

Jere doesn't even know why he's freaking out like this. Nothing out of place happened. There was some stress before the gig, like always, but nothing out of the ordinary. So why, in the middle of the show, did a bone deep sense of fear suddenly wrap itself around Jere and strangle him mercilessly? No matter what he did, it just wouldn't leave. Not even slipping away backstage for a moment while Häärijä took over did anything to help him.

"Jere?" Jukka asks, soft spoken as always. His gentle touch does nothing to soothe Jere's tremors.

The blonde croaks out a noise in response but can't formulate anything useful. His breathing is steadily becoming more rapid, panic starting to kick in because why can't he just act fucking normal? What's happening to him?

He's led further down the hall by his friends. Jere vaguely registers Jesse calling someone over and being gently maneuvered to sit on a couch. Jere tugs at his hair in a desperate attempt to ground himself but he's really struggling to snap back to reality. Warm hands wrap around his wrists and free Jere's hair from his tight grip.

"Hey...." Bojan, Jere is able to recognize even through the thick fog of panic in his brain. "I'm here, Jere, I've got you."

"What...." He gasps out, voice breathy and hoarse. "What's happening....?"

It's embarrassing to admit it but he's scared. Scared of what's happening to his mind, to his body. Käärijä doesn't get fucking panic attacks. Certainly not over nothing.

Bojan is a muddled yet somehow comforting mess of colors in Jere's blurry vision. Those soft hands continue to gently rub against Jere's, as if warming him up from a cold.

"You're safe now, okay? Just breathe, Jerč." His dear friend tells him. Breathe? He can't just fucking breathe.

"Can't-" Jere chokes on the word. His chest feels so tight that he's scared it might explode.

"Just breathe like me, okay?" The Slovene encourages him. "Like this."

It's difficult to focus but Jere does try to match Bojan's breathing. It's really hard at first, Jere wheezing with the effort of slowing his rapidly racing heart. At some point his vision blurs impossibly more and Jere fears that he might pass out.

He has to close his eyes, just for a moment, but when he comes to again he's wrapped in Bojan's arms on the couch.

"Are you feeling any better?" Bojan protectively holds Jere close against him. Jere is honestly exhausted, both physically and emotionally. But he does feel safe in Bojan's arms and that makes things a little better. The rapper nods.

A silence falls between them, Bojan giving Jere space to gather his frantic thoughts. Eventually the blonde puffs out a deep sigh.

"So this is what my Bojan have sometimes?" Jere muses, eyebrows furrowing. His heart has always broken for the knowledge that Bojan regularly has panic attacks but even more so now that he understands how truly terrifying they are.

".....yeah." Bojan smiles sadly at him.

"That's really shit." The smaller man eloquently says.

That does coax a laugh out of Bojan, the Slovene slightly rocking Jere's body in his hold with the force of his laughter. "Yeah."

[bruce--yamada]

“ I go to all of your games ”

Pt 2 / ?

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"Finney, I don't know what to do anymore! He's infested my mind, everything I look at reminds me of him! I look at grab 'n go and think of him. I see blonde hair and I think of him." Bruce sighed as he paced around in front of the table Finney sat at. "Yeah? Have you tried telling him you like him?"

Bruce stopped and looked at him. "Are you stupid? I'm sorry, that was rude, but no! It's the Vance Hopper, hell. He could kill me if he wanted, probably with one hand too.." He whined as he slumped down against the wall. "Why did it have to be him of all people..?"

Finney shrugged. "Dunno." Bruce glared at him. "You are no help Finney." The other glared at him. "I don't know what you want me to do! I'm not a romantic person! I've liked two people in my life, Donna and Robin, and I've yet to do anything about my crush on Robin." He huffed and packed up his stuff. "I wish I could help you more, really but I'm not good with the romantic, dating stuff, but you better figure it out."

Bruce watched as Finney got up and left, he sighed and covered his face. Pinball Vance Hopper, that's who he decided to fall for. Why did it have to be him? He remembered some of the stories that his friends had told him.

"Fuck me man, Vance fucking threatened me today because I glanced at him, SLIGHTLY. Who hurt him." He remembered Robin saying that. Sure, him and Vance were cool now and he often saw Robin and Vance hanging out, but still. Before they were good like that.

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"Hey Vance." He looked over at the other as he sat down. He sparked a slight smile from the other, it was cute. God he looked like an angel. "Hi Bruce." Vance responded back.

"So, uh. You play baseball, right?" Bruce looked at Vance, did he actually ask that? He was Bruce the baseball's player. He laughed slightly and nodded. "Yeah, I do. I have since I was little. Uh, you like pinball right?"

Stupid Bruce. No shit he likes pinball. He pinball Vance Hopper. "I do, it's my favorite pass time. I always go to the grab 'n go one too." Bruce nodded and listened to the other talk. "Maybe I'll come watch you sometime?" No Bruce, why would you say that? "He probably thinks I'm weird." A pause. "Yeah, that would be nice. I'll come see your games. When does the season start?"

"Next week actually. Do you know Finney Blake? Pretty sure our first game is against them." Why'd he mention Finney? Everyone knew Finney and that he played baseball too. "I keep messing up." He criticizes himself. "Maybe I'll go with Robin, I'm sure he's gonna go support Finn." Bruce smiled and nodded. "Yeah, come by my house when you go to grab 'n go. I live right by it, so. I can come watch you play."

He sighed and looked down a bit, he knew he was very red. From embarrassment and just overall being flustered.

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"Game day, Finney." Finney looked at him as he stretched. "Yep, I know. Kind of here. Don't get distracted by Vance." "Yeah, like you did when Donna was looking in middle." He glared at the other. "Okay Bruce. I'mma get back to my team, good luck." He raised his fist and Bruce connected his with Finney's

Bruce walked around, pacing a bit. He looked towards the bleachers, his face went a bright red as he saw him. Vance Hopper. God, did he look gorgeous.

He ran over to the gate that kept the stands from the field. "Hey Vance, hey Arellano." He smiled, his gaze meeting Vance's. "Hi Bruce." Vance answered back. Bruce's heart fluttered a bit, how could one human be so damn beautiful? "So-" "SHUT UP, THERE'S MY BESTIE!!! WOOOO!!! FINNEY!!!" Robin jumped up and yelled.

Vance rolled his eyes and walked away from Robin, Bruce followed. "Okay, now that we are away from the lover boy and his husband. How do you think you're going to do?" Bruce shrugged and messed with his fingers a bit, he honestly didn't know. He felt worried, maybe because Vance was actually there to watch him. "I think we'll win, because I'm just the best. No offence to Finney, his arm is mitt."

Vance put his fingers through the holes on the gate and looked at Bruce. "I'm sure you guys will do just fine. I believe in you." He had a slight smile tugged at his lip. "Hey Bruce?" He heard Vance's voice but nothing was really clicking for him. "Yeah?" He finally answered back. "You know.. I go to all of your games."

Bruce stared at him, he felt his face heat up. "You do?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yep, have since I've met you actually. I think you're a really good player. That's why I believe in you, because I know how good you are." He explained. "Sure, Finn's good, but he isn't you."

A yell from the coach caught Bruce's attention. "Can we talk after the game? I have something to tell you." Vance spoke and looked at him. "It's nothing bad, so don't let it fuck up your game." Bruce nodded. "Okay, after my game, uh. I'll meet you on the other side of the gate. Bye- Uh. See ya." "Good luck." He simply replied.

Cliff hangerrrr

[charaunderwood]

Hello!

My turn now! Kingdom hearts for the fandom ask game! :)

alright bitches let's gooooo

my favorite female character

gotta give that to my girl Namine!! shes my second favorite in the series for the angsty tragic vibes. Incase you can't tell by the character I've based my entire blog off of I really enjoy those vibes lmao. also she has the best hair out of everyone (I tend to be a huge sucker for blondes and the hair over the shoulder is just really cool)

my favorite male character

cmon. do I even need to answer this one? At this current moment, Vanitas might just be the most important fictional character to me personally of all time. which is honestly kind of embarrassing to say considering on the surface he's literally an edgy version of the main character but just everything about him and his story hits me so hard in a way I can't even describe right now. so yeah. it's Vanitas.

my favorite book/season/etc

like you said, since this is a game series I'll just put my favorite game here. I've only ever actually beaten KH1 (I'll get to the rest eventually don't judge me-) and I think just looking at the rest of the series that would have to be my favorite gameplay wise, tho of course I still don't have the best grasp on that lmao. but then story wise by favorite would have to go to BBS. but then as a meddling of both gameplay and story I think my favorite would have to go to KH3 so....idk. one of those three depending on the day.

my favorite episode (if its a tv show)

obviously it's not a tv show but I think this would be a fun place to ask "what's your favorite world?" so i'm gonna do that instead. so if we're including all worlds in the series it would have to go to KH1 Hollow Bastion no contest, but if we only include Disney worlds, I think I would have to give that one to Symphony of Sorcery in DDD.

my favorite cast member

so i'm just gonna say my favorite voice actor for this one and i think i'd have to give that to Jesse McCartney for his work as Roxas and Ven. I think the voice he gives them suits their design perfectly and I adore hearing the slight distinction in their voices, with Roxas's having a bit of a harder edge while Ven's is slightly higher and softer, it just really works to highlight their different personalities despite looking the same. I also love the energy that Haley Joel Osment always brings to Sora and Vanitas (although DDD Sora can be a bit rough to listen to at times and KH3 Vantias is uh...quite the divisive performance lmao)

my favorite ship

gotta go Soriku for that one, their dynamic is just so well fleshed out and cute for me to NOT adore it. although I just wanna say here that I think the dynamic between Sora and Namine is really underrated and a romantic dynamic between the two of them filled with angst and apologizing and all that jazz could be really interesting if written well. or hell even just some more stuff focusing on their platonic dynamic. just more of them in general please.

a character I'd die defending

obvioulsy would pick Vanitas here as I think a lot of his actions, while horrible, are very forgivable and defendable when given the full context. also I defend Ven a lot since people very often say he's an incredibly boring character and while I completely understand that since I think a lot of his really interesting potential is very underexplored at this point I'm also like booo! hiss!! spray bottle!!!! stay away from my son >:(

a character I just can't sympathize with

Ansem the Wise and fully grown old man Xehanort for that one. while I do think that people give ATW shit a bit too often and blame him for stuff that he technically shouldn't be blamed for, he was still a massive racist dickhead that ruined the lives of so many people around him for his own selfish reasons. plus, like many others, I really didn't like how when he came back in KH3 he just accepted the apology Ienzo gave him even though Ienzo really shouldn't be taking blame for the stuff that happened when he was still a literal fucking child but, whatever I guess. I also just don't really like the fact that he comes back from being dead after KH2 at all but that's a whole other conversation

and then for Xehanort, I'm sorry but the things he experienced in DR do not in the slightest excuse the horrific stuff that he does in the current times. I understand that the things he and Eraqus when through in Dark Road were extremely traumatic and it is fine for them to still be haunted by those things even into their 80s, but for Xehanort to still be enacting on that trauma well after 60 years later, yeah that's just unacceptable. Even though he has some valid points he is still harming the lives of children for no good reason and is possibly trying to destroy the world which is obviously awful. and that's not even taking into account all the other bad shit he does like possibly torturing people like Subject X for his experiments during his time as an apprentice and him abusing both Ven and Vanitas physically and emotionally to "make them stronger." also just to be clear, I have a hard time empathizing with Eraqus as well since his trauma from DR also does not excuse the shit he pulled in BBS, but I at least respect his ability to own up to his mistakes before he dies and when he comes back in KH3, even if I still think its bullshit that he didn't give Terra any sort of apology. (sorry for how long that one was good lord)

a character I grew to love

this might surprise the people but I actually wasn't the number 1 Vanitas fan right from the start. crazy I know but when I was first getting into the series I just thought he was okay. one of the better villains but just mediocre otherwise. but then one day he just.....clicked with me, and I really couldn't tell you why. he just did and now he's my favorite son :)))

my anti otp

so besides the creepy and uh...not legal ones, i'd say a sort of shipping hot take of mine is that I don't really like any romantic pair among the sea salt trio. I really do understand the appeal Roxas and Xion in a romantic light (and I am usually also a SUCKER for a blonde and black haired pairing) but they're just so sibling coded for me that I just can't get behind it.

anyway thanks for the ask!! sorry I probably yapped more than I needed to lmao <3

[the-real-treasure]

Wish Wish! Drabble #2

Knots and Ribbons

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Most everyone in Baratie can tie knots. That doesn't mean they can plait.

(Drabble #2) [Baratie Age 9 1/2] Normal/Reader's POV Word Count: 765 (Drabbles are only supposed to be how long? oops)

"What" Zeff drawled, "happened to your head?"

The head chef was wrecked. The Baratie had only been open a few months, and it had already garnered a reputation for being one of the best in the East Blue. Zeff's pride was only matched by his exhaustion.

"DON'T SAY IT LIKE THAT YOU RINGWORM INFESTED PILE OF SHIT!"

He was not mentally prepared to come up to staff quarters at the end of the day to find a distraught 9 year old -9 and a half! It scares him that your correction can rattle through his mind like that- in the presence of an equally upset Sanji and Patty. The blonde boy was the one who screamed at him as his question sent you another wave of frantic tears. The blue haired chef was fussing over your hair in a panic, the normal looped up ponytail turned into a rat's nest, curls tangled into huge masses of knots pulled tight as his large hands tried to untangle them. He wouldn't be surprised if a rat did pop out of it, as you had a habit of sneaking the pests into and around Baratie, acts that often left you confined to dish washing when you refused to give up the critter's locations.

"I was just asking. What is this." He came up beside Patty and looked over the mess atop your head. He watches your shoulders scrunch up to your ears. Whatever the reason, this whole thing had left you embarrassed enough as is. "Patty, Sanji. Out of here." The boy's face immediately bleeds bright red and his mouth drops open in a fury, desperately and aggressively defensive of you at all times. "Don't make me ask you again little eggplant."

His mouth snaps shut and you both hear the click of his teeth as he turns, marching out to the small balcony area, where Patty joins him with no complaint.

"C'mere little donkey. Let's see the mess you've made of yourself." He took a seat and pulled you in front of him. He was right, it was a mess. It looked like someone had gone through their hair with instructions to secure it like ropes. "How'd you even manage all this?"

"There was a lady in the dining room." Your voice was barely above a whisper as Zeff began to untangle your knotted catastrophe. "She had the loveliest plaits and I just..." your quiet voice hiccupped, your tears starting to calm, "...wanted to see... if it looked as nice..."

"On you?" Your shoulders were up around your ears as you nod and he's proud of himself for learning your mannerisms like this, "Just you by yourself aye? Or did you get some help."

"Sanji wanted to help." As always though he voice it, you never did like him and the boy arguing. You continued as he worked through your hair, separating the now loose hair into sections "And then Patty saw and asked why he was making such a pig's ear and tried to do one, then they started arguing and I just thought her hair was pretty, don't be annoyed at them."

You tried to swivel your head around to him, but he tutted at you and grabbed your head, turning you back round to face forward. The room stayed quiet and neither of you see Sanji and Patty peering back in through the small window in the door, eyes and mouths wide as they watch the loud, angry and gruff Zeff swiftly and easily braid your hair in his large hands. You don't see their eyes never leaving the pair of you as you stood and spun on the spot, face beaming up at the old man as your long braid fell like a h/c chain down your back, matching the ones marking up your arms and across your shoulders. You also don't see Sanji sneaking out of your shared room hours later to where Zeff was sat alone going over the till from today in his office. You don't hear him ask Zeff to teach him how to do that too, how to make you smile like that over something so simple. You don't see the lengths of cloth hanging in less and less messy braids on the coat hook in Zeff's study.

And weeks later, after you complain about how annoying your long hair is being, muttering under your breath about just cutting it off, you don't see the shared smile between the blondes as you twirl with your expertly done braid that Sanji had tied with a loop of aqua ribbon.

[thenixkat]

have to go to bed soon. put on the next ep but not gonna stop and comment on it ok I lied Kafka… a normal human being without a super suit should not be able to lift and turn over a truck that casually sir you are bad at pretending to be human sir, dont try to be cool yer being very bad at pretending to be human rn i dont like the blond child angsty teen really said if this grown ass man does a nother stunt like that he's sending him home. with what authority young man? Kafka's not doing great in the physical part of tthe exam, which is apparently the part that always trips him up. APparently he does have a physical training regimine and factors in the labor he does at work into shit too. But man's stamina and cardio stuff apparently aint up to snuff. Also he's competing against teens and 20 somethings

yeah i will assume that fitness standards also whent up. Plus the man was a smoker for who knows how long man is no longer average by the standards of the test he also apparently didnt think about cheating with his powers RIP man experiencing being over 30 and competing against much younger people a lot of them from military families too i dont like the blond child and now i am receiving secondhand embarrassment this is trying to be funny but i'm just embarrassed in his behalf man would feel bad using his superpowers to cheat when everyone else doesnt have that advantage

but i have to question why his body in human shape works teh same as it did b4 he became a kaiju. Cause I'm pretty sure he's just looks human but his insides are kaiju insides since the …metamorphosis there's apparently schools for killing kaiju, no wonder isnt placing well outside of being a pudgy over 30 yr old who doesnt do enough cardio the humor aint hittin i'm repeatedly stopping the ep just cause I'm embarrassed on this man's behalf

teh final text, which angsty teen belived was kaiju disposal b/c it had been for some years and thus why he got a job with the kaiju clean up crew, is instead subduing kaiju in combat which the folks from teh kaiju killing schools would have a distinct advantage for huh getting more info on the super suits

do they need to say what people's released power percentages are over teh intercom? like? and Kafka has 0% b/c we need to continue to embarrass this old man just i might need to mute this for a sec to get past this

they're finally letting dude be cool. apparently, he needed to know his ex childhood bestie was watching and would be disappointed in him if he didnt get his shit together. He's decided to run support and is using his kaiju anatomy knowledge gained from cleaning up carcasses

he gets badly injured by a kaiju, saved from being forced to drop out by the rude blond kid, and gets back to his feet with broken bones b/c he refuses to give up this time the sentiment is noble but like no, stay down damnit dont aggravate those injuries ok goint to bed. I'd have liked this better if I didnt have to slog through dude being publicly humiliated for most of the ep

[wolfjackle-creates]

WIP Wednesday

Enjoy another snippet of the fic about ghost Robin haunting Jason! I really need to think up a title. Maybe I'll brainstorm some ideas and put out a poll to see what everyone likes.

Part 1 is here

And onto part 2 (1.2k words)!

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Looks like he was breaking his promise to Jazz to not do any ghostly business tonight. Of course Jazz’s boyfriend would be haunted by a ghost that needed help. Why was he even surprised? He adjusted the strap of his backpack to hold it more firmly. Hopefully something he’d brought would be enough and it’d be just a matter of getting Robin alone for a few minutes.

Jazz let go of Danny’s hand to take Jason’s as he led them down a hallway. Robin tightened his grip on Alfred before letting go and giving Danny a sad smile. Both Jason and Robin would point to objects and rooms as they passed. Danny paid extra attention to the items Robin pointed out that Jason ignored: a crack in the wall, a mark that had never been painted over, the chandelier he decided to hang from for a few seconds.

Voices echoed out of one of the upcoming rooms, and Jason slowed. Jazz leaned over to whisper something in his ear. Robin had the opposite reaction and shot a grin at Danny and flew to the doorway, waving him to come inside.

Danny couldn’t help but smile back at his obvious excitement. Jazz caught his expression and narrowed her eyes at him. Oh, she was not going to let this go.

With a deep breath, Jason entered the room, Jazz and Danny right behind him. “Hey everyone, this is Jazz’s brother Danny.”

Inside, too many people were gathered on a collection of chairs and couches. One man was sitting upside down on a chair, his feet on the back cushion and head inches from the ground. He grinned at them and did a flip that somehow ended with him on his feet and halfway across the room in the space of a breath. Robin cartwheeled to him.

“Hey, Danny, I’m Jason’s older brother Dick! Glad you could make it. Jazz says you’re always busy.” He held out his hand to shake, unknowingly passing it right through Robin.

Danny couldn’t help but look at where the arm passed through the ghost, but did have the wherewithal to shake Dick’s hand.

“Dick? You really use that by choice?” The words were out of his mouth before he could think. Embarrassed, he slapped his other hand over his mouth at the same time Jazz hissed a warning at him. “Shit! I mean—”

Only to be cut off by everyone laughing. Dick waved off his apology. “My parents were immigrants and it’s what they called me. After they died, I decided to stick with it. Don’t worry, I’ve heard all the jokes.”

“He’s made most of them, too,” added another black-haired boy. This one looked to be close to Danny’s age. “I’m Tim. We’re glad you could make it. Jazz mentioned you’re usually busy with work?”

Danny rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah. But I spent the last few weeks making sure I could get tonight free with minimal chance of interruption.” Not that it worked, his eyes flicked to Robin who was now hugging Bruce Wayne, the only person of the bunch he recognized on sight. And, what was that feeling radiating off Bruce Wayne? It was like liminality, but not quite. Had he died?

“Welcome to my home, Danny,” Bruce Wayne stood and came over to shake his hand with a wide grin on his face. “I’m Bruce and these are my kids.”

“Oi! Don’t call me your kid!” protested a blonde girl. “Hey there, I’m Steph and I’m just here for the food and to give Jason a hard time.” She also felt strange. Not a ghost, but the touch of death lingered. What sort of family had Jazz gotten involved in?

The rest of the group introduced themselves. Both Damian and Cass were liminal as well. So, out of the ten people he’d met tonight, three of them had died and two were as liminal as Sam, Tucker, and Jazz.

Completely ignoring the fact that Danny was trying to come to terms with all the death in what was supposed to be a normal rich family, Robin was doing even more antics to get his attention. He greeted Dick just as warmly as he had Bruce and Alfred. Cass, Tim, and Damian were the other three he seemed to like the most, though they didn’t get hugs. He didn’t react at all to Steph or Duke. He sat on Barbara’s lap for a minute, too, before returning to Dick’s side.

No one noticed the ghost desperate for their attention. Not even Jazz.

Barbara took the time to point out where the drinks were located and Danny looked over the selection of pop before grabbing a coke. He closed his eyes at the satisfying sound of the tab opening and sighed at the first taste.

One of the boys laughed and said, “You’re acting like you haven’t had a coke before.”

“Nope. I’m acting like I love coke and haven’t had any pop at all in ages.” He plopped down on a couch next to Jazz who ruffled his hair.

“Have you been traveling that long?”

Danny shrugged. “How long ago was our last phone call?”

“You don’t remember? Last week.”

“Grandpa had me doing favors for him. He dropped me off this morning.”

Jazz huffed in the way that indicated she was very annoyed. But it’s not like Danny could just not do the things Clockwork asked of him. Besides, his most recent trip was fun. He’d gone to another planet! He couldn’t wait until he could tell Jazz all about it.

Jason looked at them curiously. “You’ve never mentioned a grandfather before, Jazz.”

“Oh, he’s not really our grandfather. Just someone who helped Danny out once and decided to stick around. They’ve gotten close over the past few years. He’s fond of me, too, but we don’t have the same relationship.”

“Grandpa’s great. If infuriating at times. But favors for him are always interesting.”

“Next time feel free to invite him,” offered Bruce.

The image of Clockwork in Wayne Manor caused Danny to snort into his coke. “I don’t think he’d fit in here,” was all he said. Though maybe Robin would appreciate another ghostly visitor.

Dick did a cartwheel and landed upside down on an armchair. “What, too uptight for the likes of us?”

The last prank he and Clockwork had played on the Observants played in his mind and he smiled wider. “Not at all. You just come from different worlds.”

“I’ll have you know I grew up on the streets in Crime Alley.”

“I was a circus performer.”

“I was raised a rich kid through and through, but I hardly spend times in the upper echelons of society.”

“My dad’s in prison.”

“I’m a librarian.”

“I’m a foster kid.”

Danny held a hand up and laughed. They were still from different worlds, but he couldn’t explain he meant Earth versus the Infinite Realms. “I get it, I get it. I’ll let him know next time.”

“If he’s still in the area, you should invite him,” said Dick. “Alfred’s food is to die for.” Robin was hanging upside down next to Dick nodding solemnly.

Danny tried to stop himself, he really did. He even managed to keep from saying he’d been there done that, but he couldn’t keep from laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe.

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Part 3

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Never Enough <3

The people have spoken!!

Thank you for all the votes! ❤️ I had a feeling smut would win lol

I'd like to apologize for how long this took. I've been pretty busy and this gem has just been sitting in my drafts ;-; I'm just really fucking tired. ANYWAYS:

Vendetta!Leon x Fem!Shy!Virgin!Reader

Summary: You meet Leon in a bar and you two hit it off a little too well. <3

Tw: SMUT BUT NOT PENETRATIVE, oral (m and f receiving), overstimulation, non-penetration sex, this is kinda hot, why did I write this?, this shit kinda long.

18+!! NSFW!! MDNI!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!! <3

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You decided it was about time that you finally agreed to go drinking with your friends.

They'd asked you many times to go out with them and just relax, but you would always refuse.

Between doing college work and having a part-time job, you've just never had the time.

But tonight, you intended to loosen up a little.

Now you sit in a stool at some downtown nightclub, the shortest dress you own barely covering your ass as the worn leather of the stool digs into you.

You hardly understand the conversation your friends are having as you lazily sip from the fruity alcoholic drink they'd gotten for you, your head buzzing delightfully from the alcohol.

You nod along when someone else nods, and giggle when everyone does, barely paying attention until the bartender catches your eye.

He offers you a deep red drink and says its from a handsome blonde man sitting at the end of the bar.

After accepting the drink and confirming with the bartender that you would tell him if you ever felt uncomfortable, you look over at the man and are completely overwhelmed by the bright blue eyes of a stranger.

Time itself seems to slow as you lock eyes with him. His brown hair falls over his face in a messy, yet clean way, the stubble on his face a clear sign that he hasn't shaved in a few days. He eyes you over the rim of his glass as he drinks without stopping, lips forming into a sort of smile when he realizes you're staring at him.

Your cheeks burn in embarrassment once you have this same realization, giving him a quick hesitant smile before turning back to your drinks.

You nurse the both of them for a little while longer, returning to your friend's conversation (they hadn't noticed what was going on), and stealing glances at the man every now and then.

This goes on for another 10 minutes, until you're genuinely laughing at your friends' jokes, silently listening until a presence appears close to your back and the voices of your friends trails off as they all look behind you.

You look at their dropped jaws and glances at each other in confusion before turning around, eyes widening when you see the handsome stranger from earlier.

He looks down at you, a slightly confident smirk on his lips when you feel your cheeks heat up again.

You mouth a small 'oh, hello', looking up at him as he leans a little closer so he can be heard over the loud music. Only close enough to be heard but not close enough to be within your personal space.

"Hi. The names Leon. Leon Kennedy. May I ask about yours's?" He sticks his hand out to be shook and judging by the shake in his hands and the quiver of his voice when he asked the overly formal question, you can tell he's not very experienced in this. Well, lucky enough for him, you aren't either.

You can't take your eyes off of him as you mutter your name, stumbling over it as if you've never said it before, and shake his outstretched hand.

He seems to relax a bit more when he sees you're worse at this than he is.

Still holding your hand, he glances at your friends before leaning down to whisper in your ear,

"I want to get to know you more but we aren't really in a private place... wanna get out of here?"

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If someone had told you the minute you'd stepped into that bar that you would be leaving with a complete stranger, you would've thought they were crazy.

But if they'd continued and told you you'd end up on your knees in front of said man with his cock shoved down your throat, well, you probably would've called the police.

15 minutes in a taxi with Leon and it felt like you both had known each other your whole lives.

Secrets had been shared, confessions spilled, and opinions expressed. You'd shared more with Leon than you had shared with your own parents, and vice versa.

Leon was surprised by the feeling of trust that clouded his judgement when he got to know you. It was... relieving... to finally have someone he can trust.

Whether it was the sudden feeling of trust, or perhaps the liquid courage (you really couldn't tell), it'd given you the nerve to bring him into a heated kiss outside his door.

He'd been surprised, but immediately kissed you back, unlocking his door and being pushed by you into the apartment.

And now, you sit on your knees in front of him, gagging slightly as he thrusts relentlessly into your mouth.

Your eyes sting and water as he repeatedly hits the back of your throat, but you don't care. The look of him above you, hair damp from sweat and almost sticking to his forehead. Him panting hard as he groans and whimpers, his grip on your hair painful but you're not complaining. These elements along with the low words he grumbles to you is enough to keep you going.

"Fuuuuck sweetheart... Didn't think you'd be a nasty little thing. Sweet Jesu- and you're taking me so deep- God-"

He throws his head back, his hips stuttering for just a second, letting you know he's close.

That statement wasn't entirely true. He knew you would be different the moment you drank the two half-full glasses of alcohol like shots, finishing the both of them in one gulp each.

Well, you didn't drink often but that doesn't mean you don't know how to handle your drinks.

And if there was anything he liked, don't worry, he'll tell you.

"Ah, shit- That felt so fucking good. Ooo, baby, do that again-"

And when he cums, he pushes your head all the way down on his cock, so deep in the euphoria of the orgasm you'd given him that he almost forgets you need to breathe. But you let him come down from his high, albeit choking and sputtering at the feeling of him deep in your throat and the warm feeling of his release sliding down your esophagus and into your belly.

Eventually, his groans and gasps for air come to a halt and he slides out of your warm mouth. Before you can pull away, he grabs your cheeks and forces you to look at him.

"Lemme see it..." He says this to you in a condescending, almost mocking, tone that annoys you but also makes you clench your legs together.

Yet, you follow his command, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue to show him the remains. He exhales a slow breath, as if trying to control himself. "Thank you, angel."

He carefully lifts you off of your knees and kisses you.

His tongue fought eagerly with yours, the taste of him relishing in both of your mouths.

Leon began to slide his hands south, fidgeting with the bottom of your dress that rested right at the top of your thighs.

In a moment of fearful hesitation, you stop his hands and the kiss.

He slightly panics, thinking he may have crossed a line and you can see his thoughts in his eyes.

"Oh no, no! Leon I'm fine! I just... um... can we not do the... ya'know... Because I'm still- er- I've never-"

And then Leon's fears wash away. He gives you this soft smile. One that makes your knees weak and your embarrassment evaporate. He caresses your cheek, looking deep into your eyes as you swoon.

"Oh, angel. We don't have to do that if you don't want to. I completely understand."

You're left in a complete daze as you answer him with a 'yeah, okay'. He picks you up bridal style and carries you to what you can only assume is his bedroom.

He plops you on the bed before taking of his shirt and completely removing his pants. You follow suit, removing your short dress to reveal only your lacy thong.

Leon groans, placing his hands on the edge of the bed. His grip on the poor thing was terrifying. This guy is holding back demons.

"Fuck, angel..." He grabs your ankles and pulls you toward the edge of the bed, causing you to yelp.

"It's like you're trying to kill me or something." He kneels on the ground and throws your legs over his shoulders, licking his lips and eyeing you like a predator.

You barely understand a word he's saying. The view on your side was amazing. Having a powerful man on his knees in-between your legs was doing something to your ego.

You whine, toying with your nipples and biting your lip in anticipation. "Leon..." You try to tell him with your eyes to hurry up. Because if he doesn't give you what you want right now, you're about to get it yourself.

He only laughs, moving your thong to the side and out of the way of your entrance. "I know sweet girl... It must hurt so bad. I know."

You whimper, back slightly arching, when he blows cool air onto your pussy.

And before you can snap at him to tell him to stop playing with you, he licks a long stripe up your slit. You gasp, one of your hands flying down to grab onto his hair.

And before you can chastise him about that, he places his entire mouth on your pussy, sucking, biting, and sticking his tongue inside of you.

Oh, now you're screaming.

You're sure Leon will have noise complaints from his neighbors by tomorrow morning, but you can't find it in you to give a fuck.

The hand not buried in Leon's hair is busy gripping his sheets as he tears sound after sound out of you. He eats you out like a man starved, having no mercy on your poor cunt. You aren't even sure if he can breathe but that thought is lost somewhere in the back of your mind.

Your body can hardly keep up with his ministrations, not being able to tell if you're feeling pleasure or pain. You writhe in his grip. He'd wrapped his arms around your legs, locking you in place as close to his face as possible. He doesn't stop, not as you tug on his hair to pull him away, not as your screams and pleas get louder and louder, and not as you finally hit your high.

And you can't even have a moment to come down from it because he isn't stopping.

You cry out, tugging hard on his hair. You just wanted a small break, therefore not using your safe word. He looks up at you, finally.

Half of his face is dripping wet and shiny with your arousal and release. If he cares about that, he doesn't show it. He pants and looks at you with that wide smile, admiring your red cheeks, wet lips, and heavy breathing before leaning down to give you hickeys on your inner thighs.

"God you looked so pretty coming on my tongue, angel... Do it again?"

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I was going to just do m receiving oral and then do f receiving another day, but then I was like "Fuck it. We ball." ya feel?

Anyways, hope you enjoyed!

Requests are open!! <3

[rinrinx2]

"Oh no! Not on the train"

Nanami × fem!reader

Summary: you were just on your way to college, you didn't know all those rumors about pervi business men on the train were true.

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The morning train was alwayest the busiest, besides the 5 o'clock train. Whenever work started or ended the trains would be packed.

But you had come accustomed to this lifestyle. Having to use the trains as a means to getting to college was affordable and reliable, the trains had set times and the only time you'd have missed the train if is you weren't cautious with your time, but an intelligent young lady like you was always punctual.

But not matter how punctual you were, you always seemed to never get a seat on the train and somehow always ended up in the left hand side corner by the window, back to back with salary men who were half asleep from there overworked shift from their previous day.

But nonetheless you remaind optimistic. You had a window to look out of and with all the people turning their backs towards you, you had some sort of privacy and you were grateful for that, you didn't need some old lady giving you side eye looks because of the short skirts you wore, but it's notnyour fault that the short skirts were so cute, they came in light pink colours with frills to light blue denim ones.

And just like any other day you now stood on your designated spot waiting for your arrival at the next station. Peering out the window not even noticing as someone was approaching your spot.

It's only when you felt the cool breath that was laced with a minty tone did you turn around yo see who stood behind you, and to your surprise instead of being met with back you were face to face with a tall blonde salary man who only peered down at youvwith no reaction.

Quickly you turned away, slightly embarrassment causing you cheeks to burn.

Trying your best to ignore the man behind you, you went back to looking out the window, focusing on the scenery unfolding.

Until you felt a hand slither down your lower back.

'Its probably my imagination' you thought ignoring the feel.

You kept yout gaze ahead, until you felt it again but this time the hand traveled to your front grabbing at the plush of your thighs.

And you knew that was not your imagination, and just as you were about to turn around and confront the man, his lips were already grazing at your ear.

"Just enjoy the train ride"

You bit your lip internally screaming, and unaware of what to do now. You didn't want some man you didn't know to touch you but at the same time his soft touches on your thigh felt electric. So you decided to swallow your fear.

And without a second to miss the man crouched over your body, and the hand that was on your thigh want up into your skirt and began crazing at your panties.

The sheer lace fabric was being rubbed against your clit, causing soft whimpers to slip out of your mouth.

"Shh princess"

And you tried your best to not have the pleasure consume you, but the feeling of him rubbing your clit up and down through your panties was leaving you lightheaded. The sensation of him taking the heel of his palm and having you your hips hump it was going to bring you to your end.

You tried your best to suppress the pleasure opting to focus on the window but all you could see was his face in the reflection. His golden locks and deep brown eyes as he had you humping his palm like a bitch on heat.

"Shit! you're starting to drip through your panties"

And his lewd words had you pushing back, feeling the tent of an erection.

And you began wondering how it would feel if he sank his cock into you, if you'd moan out loudly and everyone on the train would know that the little college girl was a slut for the hot salary man she didn't even know.

Your thoughts were quickly melted away as your slick pussy was met with the cool air in the train. You gasped at the sensation of the cool breeze slapping against your puffy clit and dripping hole.

"Feels good doesn't it princess"

You could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Please sir" you begged hoping that he'd do something to help the needy feeling of wanting to be filled.

"I'm gonna stuff that pretty hole of yours but don't make any noise princess wouldn't want to have anyone else enjoy the show"

And with that he sank his index and middle finger into your cunt.

His fingers were huge and they stretched your out so well the sensation bringing tears to form in your lashline, and the feeling of his cool metal rings at your clit were having your want to scream out for me.

You felt your legs buck in, but before you could fall he held onto your waist shoving his fingers deeper.

"I didn't even start with this pussy and you're already weak in the knees for me" he joked

He started pushing his fingers slowly in and out, slowly causing a pressure deep in your pussy.

You continued biting your lip trying to hold back moans.

"This pussy is sucking my fingers in so deep, can only imagine what it'll do to my cock" he said as he began fucking you with his fingers faster.

Your ears was filled with a loud squelching noise , as he now fucked your pussy merciless with his fingers , shoving them in sporadically.

The feeling of his fingers in your pussy hitting that spot deep in your clenching walls while the heel of his palms rubbed up against your swollen clit was making you go feral. All you cared about was cumming.

"You looks so pretty like this Prin-cess" he moaned out against your ear as he began humping your ass trying to find his on release.

"The way you're dripping all over my fingers is making me horny. Can you feel my cock on your ass"

And you could feel it, making your eyes roll back in more pleasure as you felt his hard erection rub and down your ass.

"All these people are so unaware of how you're getting off on my fingers, such a naughty girl" he said as he licked at your neck.

You were so close you could feel the delicious sensation getting stronger and stronger, you needed to cum all over his massive digits you had to.

"Yeah fuck me please" you begged out quietly

And at your request he shoved his massive fingers as deep as he could inside of you, causing the pressure to burst as squirts of clear liquid was being pushed out onto his fingers.

Your walls continuesly milking his fingers even when you were trying to catch your breath.

He gently slipped his fingers out and you looked down to see a puddle of your arousal on the floor, but before you could groan about it the train came to a stop. The doors opening and people immediately rushing out.

Before you could process anything that had just happened your felt a card being placed in your hand. Quickly turning around to come face to face with the man who had just caused the best orgasm of your life.

He gave you a wink before walking away, and you looked down at the business card. The card that had the number and the name of the man whose cock you knew you'd have to feel inside you soon.

"Nanami Kento"

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