#holding my head shaking throwing up but i dont wanna make another drawing for this prompt

[ajitomiel]

Damian Killing someone for Jon? 👀

FOR THE LIFE OF ME I COULDNT FIGURE OUT IN WHAT CONTEXT DAMIAN WOULD DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT SO YOU CAN MAKE UP YOUR OWN CONTEXT also i hate how it turned out but y'all will have to make do with what i give y'all......

[hentaikyuu]

triggers – oral [ female + male receiving ], masturbation [ male ], bondage

word count – 1.7k 

note – finally posted :D

pairing – best friend! bokuto x reader

shit, you take me so well- fuck!" bokuto heaves, getting interrupted by his own moaning. "fuck, fuck, fuck- oh my god-" his eyes roll back as he continues to fuck his fist.

you watch from behind the door, thighs pressed together with the sound of your best friend's deep moans. when your best friend had excused himself to "take care of himself", you never expected for this, or for him to be so big.

you unconsciously take a step closer, eyes trained on his fucked out face. the door creaks open, causing bokuto to pause, and tilt his head at the door. fuck.

your best friend suddenly chuckles, having finally spotted your peering face behind the door frame.

"enjoying the show, princess?" he leans against the chair, and shakes his head. "you know, spying isn't something a good girl would do," he raises his eyebrow as you continue to hide behind the doorframe, and beckons you with two fingers. "come on, angel, let's make me feel good, hm?"

you swallow audibly, and walk to him, avoiding his gaze. sitting on the bed next to his chair, you stare at the ground, suddenly interested in the tiles.

he clicks his tongue, and grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at him. "awh, the angel won't even look at her best friend?" he pretends to pout, and moves your face closer to his, running a rough hand along your jawline. bokuto leans closer to your face, whispering in your ear, "princess, do you want this?"

you take a deep breath, closing your eyes as you realize how close his body was to yours. nodding slowly, you breathe, "yes please, bo... want it so bad..."

he nods, smirking proudly at you as he looks you up and down as if a predator looking at his prey. "that's a good angel."

your best friend tilts your jaw up with his hand, and slowly closes the space between your lips. letting out a whimper, you reach up to grip his hair as he deepens the kiss.

"oh fuck-" bokuto breaks the kiss to leave small bites along your jaw and neck, kissing and nipping everywhere to make small gasps escape from your mouth.

"you're so innocent, it drives me crazy, fuck-" he almost growls, lifting your shirt and bra as he continues to attack your neck with his bites.

"bo-" you moan out, tilting your neck towards him so he can have more access.

the boy takes a deep breath as he stares at your naked torso, staring at you in awe. "wow. you were hiding all of this from me?" he shakes his head as he runs his warm hands on you, causing you to shut your eyes. he stares at your closed eyes, biting his lip as he gets an idea. he leans in close again, whispering, "since my angel is so intent on keeping her eyes closed, how about i help with that, yeah?" you shivered as his hot breath hit your eyes, and you nod at him.

"good." as you smile at his praise, bokuto grabs a nearby ribbon and ties it around your eyes as a makeshift blindfold, and pushes you on top of the bed. "dont. move." you stay still as he continues on to grab another ribbon, tying it around your hands, and tying that to the bedpost. he stands back, nodding at his finished work. "now i can play all i want with my little princess."

you inhale sharply, pressing your thighs together at his words.

"oh come on, angel." bokuto glances at your thighs pressing together and holds them apart lightly. "you can't just pleasure yourself first, can you? you have to pleasure daddy." he pushes you into an upright position, and pulls your pants off, biting back a smile as he sees your pink lacy panties. "how adorable."

you shake your head at his words. "not adorable, bo!"

"yeah?" he runs a finger up your slit, making your head throw back instinctively. "and that's not cute? what is it then?" he removes his finger, making you whine from the loss of contact.

you shrug at him, and try to press your thighs together again.

"uh uh uh~" he chides, keeping your legs apart with one hand. "looks like no one has taught you any manners, huh? don't worry, princess. im here to teach you." he flicks your panties lightly, hitting your clit exactly, drawing out a yelp from you.

"teach... me?"

"that's right. in fact, i take it upon myself to do so. and to fuck you dumb, of course." the corner of his lips turn up into a smirk as your best friend adds, "im sure you would look so gorgeous fucked dumb, with my hand around your throat, the only word you're able to say being my name."

you feel heat creep up to your cheeks as bokuto says those words. you were far too gone to protest, to even say anything. you nod. "want that... want everything!"

"my, what a greedy little princess." he smacks your breast sharply, biting his lip as he watches it jiggle. "and yet, so pretty..." he runs a thumb on your breast and cups it, bringing it closer to his mouth. he plants soft kisses on your breasts, enjoying listening to you moan.

"more... i need more!" your mind was filled him, only him, and he had barely touched you. your thoughts were just as lust filled as his predatory eyes, as they watched your expressions of pleasure.

"more?" bokuto smacks your other breast, trying not to chuckle as you whined and wiggled with his touch. "oh come on, angel, use your words now."

"fuck, please, i need you, please... please..." you start begging, eyebrows furrowing with the thought of not ever getting anything to ease the pressure on your core.

your best friend smirks at your words, watching you wiggle around with a mildly impressed look on his face. "you need me, angel? you really do? need me?"

"m-mhm..."

"fuck, that's so hot." bokuto begins nipping below your breasts, making his way down to your panties. "fuck..." he breathes out, hooking his fingers on your pantie line, and finally pulling down. tossing your panties to the side, he begins kissing your swollen clit almost frantically, like a starved dog.

"bo- fu- bo!" you bite down on your lip to stop any more moans from coming out as he continues to lick at your bud quickly. "shit-"

your so called "bo" is now sitting on the bed, hands gripping your thighs so hard it could leave bruises, licking and kissing at your bud so quickly, so frantically, so perfectly. waves of euphoria shoot through your body, eyes rolling back due to the pleasure your best friend was giving you.

"feels good?" his low voice sent shivers through your body, turning you on more than you expected. he smirks at your expression, licking twice more. "answer my question. if you want to fucked, that is."

you nod, shaking your head hard. "yes! feels really good, please! want to get fucked!"

he shakes his head. "does pretty little pet only respond when i threaten her?" he clicks his tongue. "no fucking manners." he slaps your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure mixed with pain up your body. "hm? you like that?" he slaps it again, chuckling at the filthy sounds that came from your mouth every time he slapped it. "i can tell."

a squeak escapes your mouth as he keeps on slapping your sensitive clit, stopping between each slap to caress it gently. "bo! please!" you let out a choked sob, almost crying at the pressure he had built up.

"please what, angel? you need to use your words with me if you want to get anywhere." he purses up his lips and opens your jaw with one hand, spitting into your mouth. "fuck- how does it taste, princess?"

you swallow eagerly, opening your mouth hopefully. the blindfold made your senses elevate to a different level, and every time bokuto slightly brushed against your body, you felt your body reacted immensely to his touches. you were hot and were already tired, with cute little puffs coming out of your mouth. bokuto's hand was now wrapped around your throat, squeezing so perfectly that you could cum just from that. you just felt so good.

"tastes so good, bo! please... need you..." you cry out, hands gripping the sheets as you thought about him not giving you his cock. "please! use me!"

he chuckles. "use you? you wanna be my pretty lil fucktoy?"

you nod emphatically, adding another "please..." for more effect.

"fuck." he grunts, running his hand through his hair, your begging made him more hornier than before. "you know how fucking pathetic you look like, right? all pretty like this, in front of your best friend?"

"mhm! so pa-pathetic, bo! please-"

bokuto shakes his head. "and the little angel can't even speak without stuttering? is this all because of me?"

"mhm..." a tear slips out. "please!"

he chuckles. "since my little angel begged so well, daddy will let you make him feel good as a treat, okay?"

"m-mhm!" you look at bokuto, another tear forming in your eye. "wanna be good and make you feel good!" you whisper, looking to him for words of praise.

he chuckles, hand reaching to caress your already tear stained cheek. "oh, darling. you will." he moves to your wrists, letting the ribbon go and making you sit up. "on your knees now, angel."

you nod immediately, dropping to the floor to look up at him innocently, making him smile and whisper, "good girl. now open up~" as you open your jaw obediently, he pushes his cock inside your mouth, smiling sweetly at you.

the boy slowly begins to move, every shallow thrust of his hips making you whine, every roll of his hips making his head get thrown back in pleasure and ecstasy. you were sure you were dripping at the sight. his hands made their way to your hair, weaving themselves in and tugging every time you let out a whimper.

"fuck, angel, im going to go faster, okay?"

you nod at his words, making him pat your head proudly. he starts to speed up, thrusting into your mouth and making you gag. your eyes start to tear up with the abuse of your throat and your grip on his thighs becomes harder.

bokuto looks down at you, smirking at the look on your face. whimpering and needy, yet still needing to him feel good. just the way he wanted you.

“gonna- fuck, gonna cum-” your best friend cums in your mouth, filling your throat with his white seed. wincing slightly at the taste, you swallow it eagerly, bright eyes turning to him for more. 

“daddy’s gonna touch me now?” you ask, cocking your head slightly.

“oh, just you wait, darling. you’ll never regret letting your best friend fuck you.”

[liliesoftherain]

Too Sweet

A/N: just a little something I thought of and couldn’t get out of my head. Enjoy

Genre: Fluffy fluff

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader (can be seen as platonic or romantic)

Gender-neutral reader. Let me know if I made a mistake

You, Katsuki, and Izuku were childhood friends.

You knew Katsuki practically since birth,

Your mothers being really close friends and colleagues.

Spending your childhood years at the Bakugou house was always entertaining. 

The two of you were, in Mitsuki’s words,

‘Attached at the damn hips’

You met Midoriya later in life.

Yet he easily fit into your duo with no issues.

Even after quirks developed, 

(and quirks that didn’t develop)

You were still pretty close to both of them,

Even if Katsuki and Izuku weren’t close to each other anymore.

However, you still tried to keep the peace as much as you could.

And it worked, for the most part.

You still didn’t understand Bakugou’s hatred,

So you forced yourself to be the middle man to keep them separated. 

And it was exhausting. 

You were practically at your wit’s end with them.

Until the three of you were lucky enough to get into U.A’s very own Hero Course.

You weren’t sure what had happened between them all this time during school,

Yet by the end of your first year and second rolled around,

They were getting close again.

So that’s why you found yourself in this situation;

Sandwiched between them on the common room couch, 

During a game night with the rest of the class.

Right now you were watching Kaminari screaming guesses at Mina, 

Who was desperately drawing on a large paper pad. 

A sudden buzzing from your phone broke your attention from the amusing sight,

You fish it from your pocket and open your messages,

You weren’t surprised to have Mitsuki texting you,

Throughout the years you thought of her as a second mother.

Yet you were surprised at the video and its description,

‘Hey munchkin, check out what I found. Looks like my son has always been a little shit.’

You laugh and draw the attention of your friends.

“What the hell are you laughing about?”

“Auntie Mitsuki sent me a video.”

“Hah? What is that old bat sending you?”

You press play and immediately see you, Izuku, and Katsuki as young kids.

Oh my gosh is that you guys as babies?”

Pausing the video, you turn to find Kirishima leaning over the couch behind you.  

His words caught everyone’s attention and they squeezed in next to him to try to take a peak.

“DONT PLAY THAT SHIT FOR PEOPLE TO SEE!”

“But I wanna watch it Kaachan!”

“I DON’T CARE WHAT WANT, DAMN DEKU.”

Rolling your eyes, you hold it in a way for everyone to see and press play from the beginning.

All three of you were sitting next to each other.

You were lying on your stomach, swinging your legs while coloring an AllMight Coloring Page,

Izuku sat similarly watching in interest (his own AllMight was already finished),

Katsuki sat crossed legged and was coloring his own page, 

Rather he was scribbling on it with earnest.

“Kids, whose ready for some cookies?”

Masaru comes onto the screen, holding a plate of cookies.

You and Izuku sit up excitedly, 

Katsuki looks disgusted as Izuku accidentally kicks the crayon he wanted to use away.

Before he could yell, you grab his arm and smile,

“Kaachan, stop coloring, and let’s eat cookies!”

His face turns red, and he puts his hand in your face to push you away,

“Yea okay get off of me already.”

The camera follows as you three trot to the low table.

You each sit, grab a cookie and chow down.

Katsuki is frowning as he stares at his cookie,

His eyes glancing back and forth between his and your own.

You give him a weird look and bring your cookie to your chest,

“You have your own, Kaachan.”

“Yours looks good.”

“They’re the same!”

Katsuki pouts,

You pout,

And a staring contest ensures.

Masaru tries to coax his son down but he doesn’t budge,

So reluctantly you hold out your cookie for him to take a bite

“Just a small bite though, okay?”

He takes a bite from the same spot you did before,

Mitsuki can be heard coo-ing from behind the camera

“(y/n)-chan is so sweet~ say thank you brat.”

Katsuki stares at the camera(well his mother behind the camera),

Confusion all over his face.

“They’re sweet?”

“Just like the cookies!”

Masaru says with a smile.

You giggle.

Izuku grabs another cookie,

And before anyone had a chance to stop it,

Katsuki had leaned in close,

Throws his arms around you,

And bites your cheek.

You whine out in surprise and pain, 

Izuku gasps, 

And Masaru tries to pull his son back.

“Katsuki Bakugou you little brat, leave them alone!”

“But mom you told me they were sweet!”

Bakugou is glaring(pouting really) at the camera, 

You wipe your cheek and make ‘ick’ noises as his spit gets on your hand.

“Kaachan you’re so mean!”

“Huh? It’s not my fault! You don’t even taste sweet like a cookie!”

Katsuki’s eyes widen as he sees you grow sad,

“I don’t?”

“N-no, uh, you taste better than a cookie…”

“Really?”

“I wanna try!”

“No way Izuku, only I can!”

The boys begin to bicker and the camera shakes with Mitsuki’s movement.

“Nobody is biting anybody! Katsuki, you can’t just bite people like that, alright?”

“... well what if I-”

 The last of the video comes to a halt, 

Not before your screeching is heard and Bakugou is shown, 

Sticking his tongue to lick your cheek.

The rest of the class is silent as the trio as everyone takes a moment to process what they saw.

Then the fun begins.

Everyone begins to gang up on Katsuki,

They call him cute and adorable,

The boys(we know which boys)

Making jokes about wanting him to check to see if they’re sweeter than cookies.

You and Izuku are the only ones sensible enough to not poke the bear,

Although you’re desperately holding back a laugh and Iuzku is red in the face.

Kaminari makes a dumb joke about how he can buy you a cookie costume and you cant control the laughter that tumbles from your lips. 

Katsuki snaps.

He stands and uses his fists for show,

Threatening everyone to shut the hell up and leave him alone.

He goes to walk away and you grab at his arm,

Before he can shrug you off you smile teasingly at him.

“C’mon Kaachan, you can’t be mad. I’m better than cookies--who hates cookies?”

He blushes,

The class laughs,

And your face is shoved into the couch cushion before he stomps away.

You sit up with a grin,

You know he can’t be upset for long.

You’re too sweet after all.

[ssplague]

Chapter 0ne

“And so it begins”

Katsuki B. X Reader

Rated M

Warnings: Gaslighting, manipulation, power play, light degradation

The day before the two of you left for UA; Your best friend gave her word to your mother that she would always look after you. Now that the two of you are in your third year she’s officially FED UP with your attitude and childish antics. Mentioning her dilemma to your shared group of friends results in the most unlikely person offering to be her solution to the problem that is YOU.

A/N: The girl in the banner is NOT how the reader is “supposed” to look, it was just a drawing I did specifically for this. You look however you want to, I don’t really make any specific references to your appearance in this story.

🌅

Its Saturday morning; Ive been awake for about five minutes now, but I’m not ready to open my eyes and embrace the conscious world just yet. Hearing the door of my room unlock and open does the trick though. Only one person (other than myself of course) has a key to my dorm room.

“I made breakfast for the both of us, its your favorite” announces Euphie as she walks in, kicking the door shut behind her. I sit up, just as she’s pushing my black out curtains to the side I let out a hiss of disdain as sunlight immediately begins to permeate the room.

“Thank you Euphie” I say with a yawn.

She hands me a plate before settling down on my bed, acknowledging my thanks with a nod as we both tuck in.

“We have plans this afternoon, can you be ready by at least 12:30? No need to get super made up but at least out of your pajamas?” Euphies voice is gentle, but I catch the underlying “I’m not asking, but telling you” vibe she tries to hide.

“For sure”

She smiles at my seemingly agreeable mood so early in the morning and we easily segway into our standard start of the day discussions. “Are we um…Are we going to be busy all day? I….I kinda planned on going to hangout with-“ Euphie cuts me off as she picks up our plates: “No worries you’ll have plenty of time for that, I promise!” Giving me a wink before shutting my door.

She didn’t even know who I was referring to, or what I was going to say….

At 12:55 Euphie reappears to rush me out of my room.

“Hey I forgot my purse I-“

“Don’t need it”

“But my wallet is-“

“Not necessary”

Her tone is clipped, and she has a death grip on my wrist as she quite literally drags me down the hallway. Initially I was taken aback, not being used to receiving this type of treatment from her. My bearings have started returning along with growing frustration each time one of my questions are receiving one word answers, or met with a complete dismissal. Reaching my limit I fail to notice that she’d began to slow down, and I’m wrenching my wrist free of her grip at the exact same time she’d come to a stop.

“What in the fuck is your problem?! You told me that we had plans to go out this afternoon, and you’d treat me to whatever I want!

This-“ I’m interrupted again.

“I certainly wouldn’t do anything for a fuckin’ brat throwing a tantrum like this”

My eyes snap to the side where I see the irritated scowl of one Katsuki Bakugou, as he leans against his door frame glowering at me. Embarrassment further fuels my anger as I turn toward him, pointing an acusatory finger as I begin “No one fucking asked you, stay out of it Katsu-“.

Kirishima suddenly emerges from Bakugo’s room, giving Euphie an enthusastic greeting

“Hey there! You look nice, ready to head out?”. The red head is flashing his signature shark toothed grip at my best friend as he offers her his arm. “You know it” she giggles, taking hold of his muscular bicep. The two of them start to walk off, confused and furious I start to head after them, but a large hand grips my shoulder grounding me in place.

“Bakugo told me he wouldn’t mind keeping an eye on you while Kiri and I went out this afternoon, this way you’ll stay out of trouble and get to keep the plans you’d made with him, bye!” The closing elevator doors add a sudden finalization to her brief explanation.

“Plans?” Bakugo questions while uncermoniously yanking me backwards.

I stumble back, falling through the doorway and landing flat on my ass in front of the now closed door (Which he is standing in front of). Glaring up at him as he continues: “She must have me confused with the local brothel, because thats the only place I’d imagine wearing a skirt as short as that would be deemed appropriate”. His insult doesn’t deter his crimson eyes from roaming the length of my body, lingering on the aforementioned skirt. Getting to my feet, he walks around me and move towards his desk, taking a seat behind it.

“Oh fuck you Katsuki, you can be a real dick sometimes, I dunno what stupid Euphie told you about keeping and eye on me, but I dont need a fucking baby sitter! So ill be off now” with a huff you turn towards the door. “________, I’m not in the mood for bullshit today so just sit down and shut up” he growls, not turning to look at you. He always feels embarrassingly giddy when you adress him by his first name, thats why he insisted you call him by it. That in itself should be an indication of how he seems to favor you.

It makes him almost feel a bit guilty for using a harsh tone when he’d spoken to you. Despite how he treats others, Katsuki is hardly ever outright mean to you; He’s never even given you a derogatory nickname like he has for everyone else. Today’s an off day though…He’s just not used to running on little to no sleep. That paired with his already non existent level of patience makes for a blow up. Especially when YOU were the cause of his latest bout of insomnia….turning to look at you has his thoughts beginning to wander.

Those lips of yours flapping away as you berate him…

They sure would look a helluva lot better wrapped around his-

“-Not even fucking listening to me are you?!” You snarl, starting towards the door again. “I cant believe I woke up this morning wanting to hangout with YOU, guess I’ll change my plans and hangout with someone not so shitty to me…. Like Deku!” A loud crash comes from behind you. The now enraged man had stood up so abruptly, it sent his now vacated chair careening into the wall and toppling over.

“You really just cant help yourself can you?”

His voice is so eerily quiet as he turns to face you, something unidentifiable flashes in his rapidly darkening crimson orbs. You couldn’t exactly identify it, considering it disappeared as abruptly as it had originally came.

“Course you cant, I already know that”

A menacing smile appears on his face as he takes his first step toward you, immediately triggering your natural “Fight or flight” response.

“I know what you need”

He’s only an arms length away when you start to step back.

“You dont know shit”

You somehow summon the courage to speak, but are unable to summon any false bravado to keep you from betraying how unnerved he’s got you feeling as he takes another step.

“I know that your best friend cant stand what a spoiled fuckin’ brat you’ve become, I know she’s so fed up with your shit that she’s about to write you off completely”

The defiant expression you’d worn all this time finally starts to falter.

This marks the first time Katsuki has ever seen how you look when your confidence begins to ebb away, only to be replaced with a mixture of uncertainty and fear.

His sadistic side emerges with glee as your now saddened doe eyes meet his.

“You’re constantly disregarding everyone’s opinion of you unless it aligns with your own, but you dont even know what to think of yourself now that your faced with the possibility of being alone now…do you?

You remain silent, taking yet another step back as he continues speaking.

“You need someone who isn’t afraid to correct you, but they’ll have to of earned your respect….So when you inevitably step out of line, you wont put up a fight when you get put over their knee”

Your back hits the wall.

You swallow down the panic that slowly begun to rise from your chest up into your throat as you realize there is nowhere left for you to go.

“You desperately want to be a good girl, just dont know how to be one, huh princess?”

It’s so adorable the way your bottom lip juts out, but at the first quiver it quickly gets sucked between your teeth.

“That’s why you’re acting out right now isn’t it?

I bet you drench your cute little panties every time you get a rise out of me. Always hoping that its going to be the time I yank you the fuck up and put this brat in her goddamn place, hah?”

You shamelessly lean into the large hand thats now cupping your cheek, letting out a sigh as his thumb caresses your soft skin.

“Mhmmm”

It’s horrifying how easily you just admitted your most guarded secret! The triumphant smirk he sports makes it even harder to accept.

His tone is surprisingly gentle when he starts addressing you once again;

“I can do that for you baby….Let me be the one that finally brings the princess down on her knees”.

Your eyes are practically sparkling at the feel of a sudden pressure being applied to your throat. His calloused fingers squeezing the delicate skin of your neck, effectively making it harder and harder for you to breathe. The thrill of this foreign feeling is instantly addicting.

“Tell me if thats what you want: If its not then shake your head and we never speak of this again”

Bakugo has to at least give the illusion that you have a choice in the matter. Even though its more than obvious that you need want this just as much as he does.

“I want it, I want you” your words come out in a breathy whisper as he releases his hold on your throat.

“I wanna hear you say it princess, what do you want me to do with you”

“I want…no I NEED you to….t-to make me into your good girl please…”

He gestures for you to continue, his raised brow implying you must be forgetting something.

“Please make me into your good girl….Daddy”

The pleading expression and twinge of desperation in your voice stirs something deep inside Bakugo. It was something akin to the last vestiges of some ancient seal had disappeared: The monster that it had rendered dormant had finally roused from its slumber, intent on wreaking havoc.

“You do understand that you’re mine now right ________? Every part of your being belongs solely to me”

Gorgeous ruby eyes scrutinize your face carefully, searching for a single trace of fear, uncertainty, or possible apprehension. All they found was admiration and girlish excitement, and this earned you a genuine smile from the almost always scowling young man.

“Yes, every part of me belongs to you now Katsuki”

“Better get used to this then”

Before you could inquire what he was referring to, he was kissing you.

❤️‍🔥

A/N: So concludes chapter one

Oh god I hope this is well received.

Should I get a tag list together? Is it too soon? If anyone would be interested leave a comment. SMUT in the next chapter, we’re moving faster here because let’s be honest; Smut is what all of us want! 💦

[dylansslutt]

S.S smut : “no humanity “

I GOT ANOTHER REQUEST !!! Guys I don’t think you understand how happy this makes me . I started writing at 14 on Wattpad and I recently got back into it and just been on Tumblr and all of y’all been so kind and I’m getting request it’s been so duckinf nice . Here’s a nice rough steamy Stefan Salvatore. Also he has no humanity so u know it’s finna be ROUGH

Warning: use protection DONT catch a std. also sadly some guys don’t fuck like we write so enjoy your imagination loves

Being Caroline’s sister hasn’t been easy. Especially since she’s turned, you still being human .

Stefan Salvatore was your best friend, kinda your crush but since him and Elena are over. (Her getting w Damon) things have taken a turn.

You walk through the Salvatore boarding house without even knocking, which you usually don’t do anyways.

Stefan was on his ripper mode. No humanity. Which you don’t think he’s fully turned it off but his asshole of a personality was definitely on display.

“Hello! I’ve arrived. Come entertain your guest please!” You yell out heading straight for the bourbon. Did you forget to mention you just broke up jeremy? Yeah y’all two been dating for over a year during all this mess when he found out around the same time as you.

But you just found him making out with Bonnie so the first destination you went was the Salvatores.

You sigh pouring yourself another shot, downing it like the first. You were sad. You really were, you put a lot of effort and trust into Jeremy just for him to turn around and betray you. You laugh softly to yourself, “like brother like sister” you think to yourself.

“You aren’t a guest, y/n. You’ve been here like a thousand times.” Stefans voiced from behind you making you jump.

You roll your eyes, “where’s Damon?” You question and Stefan clenched his jaw.

“With Elena.” You swallow nodding, before turning to pour yourself a third shot. Damon’s bourbon really coming in handy.

“Want one?” You question Stefan not looking him in the eyes.

Stefan goes to decline but you turn towards him with a glass you already poured for him.

“Wasn’t really a question.” You hand him the glass, he chuckles.

He took a sip before you sigh falling onto the couch. Stefan observes you for a second taking in the change of mood you are in.

“You okay?”

You sigh, “I meannnn” you drag out, “besides walking in on my best friend making out with my boyfriend- I mean ex boyfriend. No, I’m good” you shrug.

Stefans eyes get wide, “Jeremy cheated? On you?”

You hummed, “mmmhmmm. and he had no shame in his game.” You finally swallow your shot.

Stefan stands there looking at you. “DONT get worried on me Stefan. I thought you were in ripper mode.”

“You still are my best friend, y/n.” You bite your lip to keep your feelings at bay. You are upset, you aren’t gonna lie but there’s no point on being upset right now.

You stand up, walking up to Stefan. “I’m fine.” You throw a fake obnoxious smile on your face, before rolling your eyes turning around and pouring more in your glass.

“I think you should slow down.”

“I think you should fuck off”

You turn around downing the drink. It really hitting you know how many shots you had. You don’t really drink but right now anything helps numb the pain.

“Oooo I have a idea.” You slurred giggling.

Stefan rolls his eyes. “Yeah for you to stop drinking.”

“Hey ! You are no fun. You are supposed to be all rippery and fun. Not acting like my dad. Who’s already dead.” You glare at him.

“Why don’t you wanna talk about it?” He stares into your eyes and you can feel yourself starting to get emotional so you turn around to not face him.

“Because what’s the point? I wasted a fucking year being with him. Just to get cheated on.” You laugh. “I’m just tired honestly.” You confess.

Stefan is right behind you, turning you to face him. You wipe your eyes laughing. “I feel so stupid.”

Stefan shakes his head. “You aren’t stupid, y/n.”

You stare at him trying so hard not to cry.

“Why am i not enough that he choses her? Why is that when I like someone it’s a fuck you? Why can’t someone just choose me?” You confess/question.

Stefan stares down at you before slamming his lips onto yours.

You freeze for a second before kissing him back, just as hard. You pull away to catch your breathe, staring into his eyes.

“Why did you do that?” You question

“Why do you think?” Stefan smiles.

You push him off turning around to grab your bag. “If you are just tryna make me feel better Stefan you are doing a fucking horrible job” you mumble

You don’t need Stefan to try to make you feel better . Not like this. You always liked him and for him to do this just when your upset isn’t fair. You don’t want pity.

Stefan grabs your waist pulling you towards him, kissing you again. “Jeremy is young and stupid. He doesn’t realize what he had, what he just lost. But I do, y/n. You are too damn good to let some teenage boy make you feel less than what you are.”

You stand there still not sure if the alcohol was making you feel funny or stefans words.

Without hesitation you kiss him. His hands slip under your ass lifting you up. You moan into his mouth as he slams you against the wall.

One of his hands grips your throat, and you felt your Pussy throb ! (I’m sorry but bitch my pussy throbbed if Stefan ever choked me WOO)

Your hair flew and your eyes open and now you are in stefans room. He throws you down on the bed with a plop.

He takes his shirt off and you’re eyes go wide. Your head falls back on the bed in amazement. He walked forward leaning down to kiss you.

His hands rip your shirt down the middle. You slap his chest.

“I fucking liked that shirt, ass.” He smirked kissing your jaw.

“I’ll compel someone to get you a new one.” You giggle.

His lips going farther and farther down. He yanks down your shorts leaving you bare. His hands gripping your thighs. Hard

You moan at the feeling. He kisses your inner thigh before the tip of his nose brushes against your clit. Your hands reach for his hair.

He kitty licks your clit, before slowly inserting a finger. Soft slow movements, making you ache for more.

“Stefan, please.” You whine

“Please what?” He looks up towards you. The view of him in between your legs almost making you cum right there.

“Fuck me.” Your eyes connecting.

Stefan flips you over on your stomach, you hear shuffling before his tip enters you. You gasp at the feeling.

Stefan was huge, way bigger then Jeremy. He slams into you gripping your hair, making you moan out in pleasure.

His hands trail down to your neck, squeezing it softly. His pace picks up, the only sound filling the room was his hips slapping into your ass.

You let out a loud moan, “oh fuck.”

Stefans hands are now on your tits, pinching your nipples.

Stefan picks you up turning you around, your back hits the wall. He renters you making you gasp. His tongue sliding in your mouth.

His hips moving forward at incredible pace. You felt your legs start to shake.

You bite his shoulder, moaning. “Fu-fuck. I’m so close.” You mumble out.

One hand hold you up as another slides in between your legs, rubbing your clit.

You bite his shoulder hard, blood drawing. You cum hard, but Stefan wasn’t done with you yet.

He throws you back on the bed, putting your legs over his shoulder. His pace even harder and faster than before. He fills you up so good.

His hands all over you, gripping your throat, breast, thighs. HES devouring you.

Your shaking under him, can’t even catch your breathe. A loud slap echoes his room, stinging sensation on your ass.

“You look so good when you cum.” His voice in your ears.

His teeth sink into your shoulder, drawing blood. You moan not even noticing the pain.

His eyes darken, “you like being fucked like this?”

You are so out of it you can’t even make a coherent sentence.

A slap on your face makes your eyes open. Stefan still pounding into you, not losing eye contact.

His voice deepened, “answer me!”

“Yes, i love when you pound into me.”

Stefan rolls his eyes, “I bet you do, you like being fucked like a slut DONT you?”

He flips you over on your stomach again. Stopping all actions. You whine, shoving your ass towards him.

SLAP!

His hand leaves your ass, he smirks to himself seeing his print turn up red.

He grips your hair pulling you closer to him before he starts pounding into you again. Your legs are already shaking, you are completely in heaven.

His hands all over your ass as he continues his endless pounding.

Stefan moans, gripping you harder towards him. His breathe on your back. Hes gotta be close with the way he keeps gripping you harder.

You cum a second time.

Your eyes roll back in your head.

Stefan slows down before pulling out landing beside you. You can’t move.

You let out a giggle after a few minutes of regaining your breathe.

“Feel better?” Stefan questions kissing your temple. You hum in response, laying right where you were left.

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Pink Chains

Pt 8. Ending

Kyotani owns a grunge /punk apparel shop after leaving the Sendai Frogs after a incident with the Black Jackals. He designs his own clothes and hires Oikawa & Iwaizumi as his employees. Everything goes smoothly for awhile, till you walk in; pink dress, big smile , and bubbly personality. His whole life stops in that moment. 

Nsfw. Virgin reader. Vanilla

Tags. @galagcica @haikyuu-but-low-iq @kozushiki @mocha-babes @kayisweird @lunebabie @zopzoop @derpeedoo

You were sitting on Kyos lap facing him holding his cheeks kissing him all over his face. Kyo had his hands on your rear trying his best not to tug at your panties and just kiss you . He was still thinking about what happened earlier , and you could tell. His kissing was getting sloppy .

You pulled away to sit on his fingers and lap giving him a shy pouty look. “Kyo…”

“Im sorry sweetie.. its just.”

You kissed him on the lips. “Just nothing. Wanna feel good… wanna feel good with Kyo..”

He sighed kissing you back giving you the ‘ok’. You could feel his fingers along your slit travelign up and down lightly in slow strokes. He chuckled at the little whimpers you made no matter how hard you tried to hide them from him.

“Can i have my hand back sweetie?”

“No..”

He smiled, kissing you again and again while his fingers worked on getting you wet for him. You leaned into him sighing lightly at the feeling, holding his sleeve, kissing it and rubbing against his fingers whining every time they slipped over your clit. Kyo kissed at your neck pulling you closer to him.

“Sweetie.. Lift up for a second”

You held him tight moving up so he could help you out of your panties and sit you on his lap again. You just had his old jersey on now but he quickly got rid of that too, tossing it with the other garments.

“K-kyo.”

“My pretty girl” he pulled you to him, slipping another hand under you again to slip a finger in you just to be stopped short. “Sweetie? Are you a virgin?”

“Yes i uhm..i still want to , just be gentle please..”

Kyotani did not know how to process this for a minute, every girl who threw themselves at him was always some slut. He's never been asked to take it slow before. “Okay sweetie, if at any point you wanna stop, tell me.” he kissed you and slipped another finger in you. The rings hit your flesh creating goosebumps.

You squeezed him tight getting used to the new feeling, eventually he got you to slowly grind against his fingers and helped you reach your first orgasm helping you through it. You pawed at his lap watching his erection get bigger each time.

“ i think.. Im ready”

“Your sure?” he asked , removing his fingers from you to see your juices dripping off of them. He bit his lip and before he could say anything you were taking his erection out and rubbing it.

“Swee!!..-”

You leaned into him giving him big eyes. “Im sure Kyo..”

He kissed you as he gripped your rear lifting you up. “Okay sweetie. Tell me if you want to stop okay?”

“I will Kyo..”

Kyotnai had nails dug into his sleeves while he lowered you down on him. He was hurting you , he stopped a couple times to ask if you were okay and you always nodded between shaking breaths assuring him you were fine and to keep going. It took him a few minutes to sit you back down on his lap. You cried when he broke through. Biting his shoulder drawing blood. He held your body close coaching you through it just like he did for the tattoo. It helped.. It really really helped.

It started out with you on his lap and ended with you on his bed and Kyo on top of you finishing on your stomach. He squeezed you panting hard trying not to put his weight on you too much. You giggled kissing his head and he laughed too. He never wanted to leave you, not ever.

Kyo helped you clean up and asked if he could get you anything to help make you more comfortable. You jokingly asked for a stuffed animal expecting him to not have one but he did in fact have one. A old wolf plush and a Sendai Frogs plush he pulled outta his closet. Kyotani helped you get dressed in his boxers and one of his shirts before putting you to bed. He kissed your head watching you drift off.

“Night sweetie”

“Night kyo..”

Kyotani left to get dressed and to throw your clothes in the wash. He sat on the dryer just listening to the washer for a minute. So much has happened over a few days for him. Multiple times he thought he was going to lose you , he still had no idea how you stayed with him. He was grateful to have you, grateful Yahaba made up with him, grateful his business was working and was hopeful for the future. He returned to you soon after the clothes finished to place them next to the bed, he got in behind you wrapping his arms around you trying to fall asleep. He was not looking forward to the morning,

*

You woke up first because of your alarm and the sound of excited dogs. Your body was sore but you did not mind too much. Kyo squeezed you in his sleep and you giggled kissing his arm all over.

“Kyooo…gotta get up..”

“Skip sweetie..” he nuzzled his face into your neck sighing heavy

“I gotta.. Draw my entry for the Gallery though, and what will i do if i skip?”

“Hang out at my job with me of course. “ he teased nipping your neck.

You sighed turning over and kissed his chest.

“What gallery?”

“My school is participating in this gallery at the local art building in town. My teacher asked if i would join in, im hoping.. I get picked up.”

“Picked up?” he asked you, moving your hair from your face.

“I want to graduate with a job already lined up, im hoping someone will like my designs enough to want to partner with me to sell them on clothes.” you nuzzled into his chest. “But im nervous too cuz.. Business people just see money”

“Where is this gallery again Sweetie?”

“Up the street from Mattsuns shop” you rubbed your eyes and Kyo got a grin on his face.

“Can i come?”

“Of course!” you hugged him tight and he kissed your head.

“Dress code?”

“I think so but.. I dont think its mandatory”

Ho ho ho…

Your phone buzzed again and you whined loud. “Kyoooo let em up…”

He just laid down on top of you . “five more minutes”

*

You played with the dogs for a bit petting each one and giving them kisses on the nose, you even shared your breakfast with them when Iwaizumi was not looking. Kyo had washed your clothes but you wanted to wear his, the pants were too long so you made them into shorts and picked out a random band tee you tied under your chest and found your shoes in the living room. God you were so cute in hi clothes what the fuck.

He couldn't stay long though. Kyotani was greeted with several texts and calls from Yahaba ordering him to get to his place immediately. He gave you a kiss and promised he would be at the show for you and left. Iwaizumi brought you to school and he left for work to see Oikawa had opened with no problems.

Kyotani made it too Yahabas house to be greeted by him in the door, arms folded and foot tapping. Kyotani rolled his eyes, noticing the extra car parked out front. Bokuto was already here. He walked into the house past Yahaba to see Bokuoto sitting at the table trying not to look at Kyotani. He sat down across from him and Yahaba met in the middle between them.

“So explain… what happened.” he said, rubbing the irritation in his face.

“Well., i was out getting somethings and i saw Mad Dog, and i just i dont know. Got upset, all i could think about what the Tourney and the accident.” Bokuto rubbed his eyes and ran hid hands through his hair. “I hit him first Yahaba”

“And you?” Yahaba looked over to Kyo.

“I hit him back” he took in a deep breath sitting back in the chair to rub his sleeve.

Yahaba rubbed between his eyes. “At least no one saw it…”

“y/n was with me”

“.....what?”

“Its true…” Bokuto added

“SO YOU JUST FOUGHT IN FRONT OF HER!”

“I almost punched her Yahab jesus christ, i still feel awful about it”

“She stayed with you?”

“Yes, she did, i dont know how but can we please fix this . i need to go to work and catch y/n’s art show”

“Is she okay Kyotani”

“She is now.” he looked away rubbIng his head. “I fucking hate myself.”

“Kyotani…” Bokuto said. “Im sorry, i let my emotions get the better of me and i should have more control than that. Akaashi gave me one hell of a lecture when i got home. I don't want to fight again.”

“I dont either”

Yahaba was still hung up on you putting yourself between these two and coming out without a scratch. Fuck you really were special.

“So can we agree to move on.” he finally asked them.

“Yes”

“Mhm”

“Good. shake hands and get out of my house.”

The two got up shaking hands and they both felt a wave of relief wash over them. Finally.

*

Back at the college everyone was eyeing your outfit but you did not give one fuck. Yuki and Kii paid you no mind and you spent most of the day in the art room with a towel of crumbled up sketches in a trash bag neck to you. Why was this so hard? You signed in to your arm looking at the empty canvas, lightly tracing over your red panda tattoo.

“Mmm……”You traced some more getting an idea. It was different, new, and stood out. Two opposites.

At The Dog House Kyotani had finally gotten there to see Oikawa running the front and Iwaizumi putting clothes out. He told them everything was fine now and about the gallery show you were in. both men were excited to go and Kyo even texted Mattsun about it.

“Are you gonna wear a suit for once ?” Kawa asked Kyo

“Uhm no, no im not.”

“Why not!!!”

“Because i want to stand out when i tell y/n i want her to partner with me at the shop”

Iwaizumi and Oikawa both got very big smiles and Kyo rolled his eyes, he couldn't help but smile too . he was so ready for tonight, to see your face and your reaction. He was going to tell you he loved you too.

*

It was time for the Gallery and you were already inside setting up your space. You had to change clothes and put on a black dress with boots. Kyotanis clothes neatly tucked away in your bag. You were so happy with the finished sketch you loved it so much, you hoped Kyo did too , you also hoped someone would want to buy it ..

People were starting to come in and you quickly set everything up when your teacher came over.

“y/n, its going to be lovely, this is such a fancy high established place i have no doubt someone will want to pick you up”

“Thank you.. Heh.. i hope soo….”

Things were going good. People loved your piece and you got compliments on it, not many people understood its meaning or how you came to the conclusion to draw these two things together but you loved it. No one made offers though, unfortunately. You just wanted to see Kyo .. where was he?

“You look ridiculous Kawa” Mattsun said.

“The invite said SUITS!” he yelled at them as he parked his car.

“It also said not mandatory” Iwaizumi said getting out with his friends

Kyo got out stretching giving all these fancy people a smirk as they passed, hands on their chest gasping at the sight of him and his friends.

Everyone had regular clothes on, Oikawa was in a suit.

Kyotani was in ripped jeans, black boots and his shops shirt.

Oikawa was in a fancy black suit.

Mattsun was in skater clothes showing off his many tattoos

Iwaizumi was in jeans and a punk rock shirt.

“Ready ?” he asked his friends as he cracked his knuckles.

Everyone said yes and Kyotani could not wait to get inside this fancy place.

You were sitting by your art staring at all the people, everyone had stopped coming over to ask about it. No one was interested. You wanted to leave but you were required to stay till the night was done. You sighed checking your phone when you heard a very loud gasp.

“Oh my god…”

“You must have the wrong place…”

“This place is not for you lot”

“Ouch, im just here to see my girlfriend”

You got the biggest smile jumping out of your seat. “Kyoooo!!!”

People looked back and you waved. Kyotani pushed his way through and Oikawa apologized awkwardly to everyone as him and his friends past through. Kyo picked you up hugging you tight kissing your chest and setting you back down.

“Hows my happy girl”

“Super good now!” you squeezed him and said hello to everyone.

Mattsun checked on his tattoo on you and Iwai and Kawa said hello.

“Sweetie anybody pick you up yet?”

“No.. i .. i dont think people like it”

“Where is it ?”

You took his hand taking him and his friends back over to your space. His heart thumped when he saw it. Holy fuck. It was a very large drawing of a wolf and a happy red panda. The wolf was standing and looking straight on and the red panda was between its front legs with its front paws up looking very happy.

You leaned on Kyo hugging his sleeve waiting for him to say something. Mattsun knew instantly you were inspired by his style, he even saw his name next to yours for credits/ inspiration. Oikawa was speechless for once in his life and Iwaizumi was watching his friend with a big smile. Good for you Mad Dog.

“Sweetie…. “

“Do you like it ? its … it us heh.”

“I fuckin love it”

“Really?!”

“Sweetie” he picked you up again and kissed your lips not caring who was staring. “ i love you y/n. I want you to partner with me in my shop. I want to spend my life with you.”

“KYO!!!” you wiggled in his grip till he put you down. You whined grabbing his face to kiss him all over. “ i love you too!! Yes yes!!!”

“And ill buy this art y/n” Mattsun told you.

You looked over and he smiled taking out his checkbook. “Thank you for putting my name on it, im touched.”

Everything was working out for you, nothing could be better.

The years went on, you agreed to move in with Kyo after you finished up school and used Mattsuns money to start up your designs with Kyo in his shop. He put your name on the brand making it yours as well. You made cute hoodies with ears and dresses along with cute animal bags. Kyotani still made his punk clothes and he still had his friends working with him. Mattsun had your art up in his shop and Bokuto visited regularly to ask how you were and so did Yahaba. Everything was perfect. Well. almost perfect.

Kyo was at his register going over inventory. It was after hours and no one was there but him and you. You skipped over sitting on the register giggling.

“Im almost done sweetie”

“It will only take a second!!!!”

He sighed looking up to see you holding a sketch book with three tiny garments on them, two looked to be boys clothes and the last one a girl.

“So you wanna sell kids clothes?” he asked, taking the book and standing up looking it over.

“Well … i was hoping we could use them for our kids”

“Sweetie we dont ha-........................................” he dropped the sketchbook looking at you,

You giggled, rubbing your stomach. “We do now!!!!”

*

Stick around for the sequel!!! 

Thank you for enjoying this story with me ❤️ i love this fic the very most it has a special place in my heart. Thank you for reading .

[cottoncandyjester]

This might be an odd request but...would Theodore be fine meeting Y/N's family? For all the yanderes, how would they react to Y/N saying, "Alright I want you to meet my family." And the yandere is confuse cause they've been together for quite a few years (let's say 5) Y/N might say, "My family is very nice, they are just curious on who you are."

Okay so I don't know if you are aware...but my yanderes are all chaotic as hell so this is going to go ✨GREAT✨

Theodore

He is instantly curious and low-key excited

He wants to know what your family is like and how they sharp you as a person

He did find it super weird that you two were engaged and he has yet to meet a single family member of yours

Having dinner with your family is just him being on his best behavior

Of course he has his adorable nervous moments but he is definitely a charmer

"so, theodore is it tell us why you love [y/n] so much? What is your future together?"

Theodore twitched lightly at the question from one of your parents and he gave a nervous smile before pushing his glasses up and clearing his throat before he lovingly glanced your way.

"well, I'm hoping for children and with the wedding coming up there is a lot of excitement around that I do hope you all make it..family is everything to me"

"oh we should look at baby photos! Wouldn't that be fun?"

Theo had a fiery gaze at the thought of looking at you as a child he was way too excited for that though you looked like you wanted to die of embarrassment.

"m-man I'm stuffed we should go right babe?"

Theo looked your way before giving you a sweet grin, he clearly was showing you that you had absolutely zero choice in this matter

"now now sweetheart, we shouldn't leave so early after all I would love to catch a glimpse at what our children could look like?"

Hikaru

He didn't want you to meet his family so the fact that you didn't bring up yours didn't bother him

You guys have been together for a long time and neither of you met each other family

You were the one who wanted to change that after all

Hikaru... honestly wanted nothing to do with it but after four hours of arguing he agreed.

Hikaru is a beautiful boy so of course he uses that charm to his favorite

He is extra as hell so wooing your family comes with inviting them to a fancy restaurant dinner

You honestly want to choke him for how cocky he is but your family eats it up cause he knows exactly what to say

Of course his temper gets to him when it comes to you having younger siblings (if you don't just go with it lol)

Hikaru can only play nice for so long

You watched as your boyfriend smiles charmingly towards your family, he was quite the actor that's for sure. You couldn't help but hold back a laugh earning a dirty glare his direction it was clear that he hated this but he wanted you to stop bugging him about it.

He was actually doing good until he felt a sharp kick earning a harsh hiss of pain, his eyes shot towards your younger siblings this was the fifth time they kicked him and he was definitely about to snap.

"so hikaru, why don't you tell my family about how much you love me"

Your distracting words seemed to work a little to calm him down until he felt another kick, and he snapped.

"alright you brat, what the hell?!"

Oh boy here we go.

"it was an accident!"

"you've been doing it the entire time!"

"b-babe maybe you should coo-"

Your younger sibling stuck their tongue out at hikaru earning a low growl towards him as his left eye twitched, well at least the rest of your family found it to be amusing.

"you can't have [y/n]! I won't let you steal them away you flashy demon!"

"the hell did you call me?! And what do you mean I can't have them they are already mine!"

Well this night was going perfectly.

Axis

Mr lovable crybaby actually cries when you tell him that your family wants to meet him

Meeting your family means you're serious about the relationship

"axis, baby we've been together for six years... we're engaged."

"b-but you DO love me! I knew it!"

Honestly when your family comes over for dinner he is shaking cause he doesn't like uncomfortable question

He knows your family is sweet since you're sweet but still

He helped make dinner so his pride is on thin ice aka he will cry if they hate it

He is so nervous that he is just an anxiety mess

Super emotional and just so in love with you

"i-i love [y/n] so much, they are amazing and they smell nice and i-i just love them so so much! I wanna marry them of course!"

You honestly felt pretty bad for laughing while axis was being super emotional but he was just wayyy too cute at the moment.

"babe, I love you too"

You reached and held axis' hand still holding back laughing only to see him pout.

"d-dont laugh! I'm fragile!"

Seems your parents liked him though which was good though you did worry is they liked him too much you could already see them coming over for every holiday, though you were sure axis didn't mind.

Salem

Sooo you thinking about having salem meet your family is a horrible idea but they wanted to know who has your heart

Salem of course freaks out a tad when you tell him you invited your family over for brunch

He isn't normal in the slightest so he had to act normal in his own way

It was a bit of a trainwreck but you think it went well

"so salem...what exactly do you do for a living"

You twitched at that question since telling your family that your boyfriend is a camboy wasn't exactly the best way to introduce him.

You glanced at salem who was far too busy stuffing his mouth with waffles while humming, he was clearly not going to be of help at the moment.

"salem works from home a boring home job right babe?"

Salem gulped before chuckling darkly at your little lie, you gave him a light glare warning him to behave and he simply stuck his tongue out gliding two fingers along them adoring the feeling.

"mhmmm, such a gooood job~"

Salem was practically drooling just thinking about work tonight while you nervously laughed at his antics but honestly you did love him so his behavior in your eyes was kinda cute. He was like a puppy, a slobbering puppy.

"what plans do you two have in the future?"

Salem perked up clearly excited about this question and so he started to speak but you have a bad feeling

"lots and lots of hot steammmyyyy se-"

You covered the male's mouth ignoring the feeling of him slobbering and licking your hand

"o-oh babe you're such a jokester haha!"

You glared at salem who only gave you a lustful gaze right back, he knew fully well that you'll punish him for this and he was ready for that.

Prince

Yikes he is not used to meeting someone's family

Totally not ready

Sure you guys are preparing for a kid but that doesn't mean he's ready!

He totally freaks out when you say that you two are spending the weekend at your parents house for old times

I mean sure he likes the idea of screwing you in your old bedroom while your parents are asleep but like meeting them? He isn't sure about that one

He actually gets along with your family pretty well

"so prince was it? What an interesting name!"

Prince simply chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair before giving your family such a charming smile.

"is it? I suppose so. Though I like to think [y/n] loves me cause I'm so interesting"

You rolled your eyes at his antics, who knew a psychopath could be so damn Charming, they definitely adored his sparkling charm to a point where you were sure your siblings formed a new found crush.

Yuki

"babe my family wants to you"

"mhm..."

"tonight"

"oh."

He was far too busy drawing tattoo designs to focus but he knew what you were saying and he wasn't worried

Yuki is a blunt person he says whatever comes to mind cause he's too sleepy and depressed to deal with bullshit like being too nervous

"you must love [y/n] a lot to be with them this long are kids in the future?"

"hmmmm...dunno."

You glanced over at yuki who looked absolutely bored and like he wanted to crash at any moment but you knew thats how he always was.

"o-oh well what about marriage?"

"...maybe."

"what are some of your hobbies"

Yuki picked his head up and gave a soft grunt before he turned his head away thinking slowly about what to say

"I like...sleeping...eating..[y/n].."

Yuki suddenly rested his head on your shoulder with a sleepy hum now hugging you close clearly wanting to take a nap right there

"I like [y/n]..more than eating and sleeping though."

Rocket

Your buff himbo of a fiancee was honestly excited to meet your family

He was worried about being seen as an idiot meathead though...even though he was

He wasn't nervous in the slightest when the time came

He just said what was on his mind even if it was stupid

He really loved you and that's what mattered

"haha! Wow you're [y/n]'s family? Ooh! So cool!"

You watched your extremely tall and beefed up boyfriend hover over your family excitedly like a dog. You were worried his joyful antics were intimidating your family just a tad.

"hey babe? Can you help grab the charcoal from the car?"

Rocket looked over at you before giving you an excited smile, a chance to show his strength?! Hell yeah!

"of course babe! Here hold it!"

Within a second he was throwing his hoodie off now in a tank top, he was totally showing off and you were here for it! Just watching him carry two bags of charcoal like it was nothing kinda made you hot and bothered

This barbeque was going to be filled with some interesting tension. You sat at the picnic table watching as rocket helped with the grill.

Your family loved rocket which made you feel better for sure plus he was the center of attention which you knew made him happy

"babeeee!"

"yeah babe?"

"you look smoking! I love you!"

You snorted out a laugh from his adorable wink and compliment..damn you loved your himbo.

Scarlett

Oh she was ready

She wanted to prepare dinner for your family

She loved the idea of being included into your family

She did want you to meet her family as well but she was worried about her twin brother trying to torture you or something

She of course was as graceful and sweet as always

She was excited to know about all those childhood memories you have

"so [y/n] tells me that you're an herbalist, sounds interesting though must be hard to get business with modern medicine being popular"

Scarlett simply giggled before playing with one of her ponytails as she tried to explain her view on things.

"well, my medicine is actually sold sometimes to hospitals though I try to avoid it, herbal medicine has its great perks"

Scarlett had always been greatly intelligent but she was impressing you for sure. She was great at speaking and charming others, of course she was beautiful while doing it

"would you all care for some dessert? I wish to know more about [y/n] when they were a child"

"really scar?"

"of course my love, after all I love you no matter what"

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

Prompt request

Obispo “Bishop” Losa x Reader

Anon asked: 43 and 44 with bishop, angst and fluffy : you lost the bet / stop calling me Im busy

Word Count: 1.2k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford 💘

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. The gif isn’t mine.

Tag list: @starrynite7114 @chibsytelford @dazzledamazon @mara-mpou @sammskellington @gemini0410 ​ @1-800-imagines @briana-mishell24 💥 (if you wanna be tagged, send me a message!)

“Stop calling me, I'm busy, Obispo”. You mutter with anger and the phone on your left ear.

“Then forgive me”.

“Fuc' off! You don't fuckin' deserve anything from me”.

“It was a bet!”

“Yeah', you lost a bet, and also me”. Without giving him the opportunity to reply, you hung up with a bitter snort.

You had been working for almost twelve hours at the hospital, from dusk till dawn. Two long surgeries, three car accidents and some fake emergencies of people who visit it because some coughs. You didn't even have time to eat, other than a few bites of a cold sandwich. So, when you finished your turn, the only thing you wanted to do was go to the clubhouse and have a beer between your man's arms. But when you arrived and saw one of Vicki's girl on his lap serving tequila directly in his mouth, the hell burned like never before. It has been three infernal days since then, with a lot of Bishop's calls and texts begging you to forgive him.

Keeping your phone in the pocket of your doctor's gown, you walk towards the locker room to change your clothes. Resting your forehead against your box-office, with an angry tear running down your cheek. It's not like he's cheating on you, but disrespecting whatever it supposed you two have together. Maybe you don't have the right to reproach him for anything, 'cause you're not his Old Lady, but you have the right to cut everything with him after feeling so humiliated.

Your phone dings with a notification, when you're trying to figure out where are your car keys, supporting your waist against one of the doors. Unknown number. You roll your eyes opening the text.

📨: hi, im shara, im sorry about what happened with bishop. we were just having fun, i dont want anything with him and i also know he loves you. i never wanted to bother you and im so sorry. hes always talking about you and its amazing the way he does. please talk with him, vicki told us hes fucking bad

Rubbing the bridge of your nose, you lock the phone to put it inside your bag. After finding the keys, you drive your way back home. You don't want to talk with him, not even if you have read the message. What happened hurt you, hurt your ego and feed your insecurities. And it's not going to be easy to recover.

The headlights of your car illuminate the facade of your house, spotting Bishop sitting by your door and smoking a cigar almost consumed. He looks tired, with dark circles under her eyes and a sloppy beard covering his jaw. He throws the cigarette away, getting up and placing both hands by his back, with the head down. He doesn't know what more can say to you.

You keep silent, passing him away to open the door, closing it without letting him come in. Through the peephole you can see how he sits again, rubbing his nape with a hand. A sigh escapes from your lips, turning around to walk towards your room. Leaving your stuff on the unmade bed and getting undressed, you go to the shower taking your time in under the water, until your fingertips are wrinkled.

Wrapping your body with a long towel and your hair in another, you come back to the main room, to wear some comfy clothes and find something to eat in the kitchen. Your fridge is empty, 'cause you forgot shopping for food, so you need to order something. But before doing it, you walk next to the front door having another look by the peephole to see that Bishop still there. Sitting in silence with his locked phone in his hands, like if you were gonna text him or something. Opening the door, he turns a little towards you.

“I'm gonna order some food, you wan'?” He shakes his head and, by the way you opened the door, he knows he can't come in.

You nod with pursed lips, closing it again and pressing the button to make the order. If he's trying to make you feel sorry, he's doing it pretty well, but then you remember what happened and you forget how he feels.

The night passes and when you're about to sleep, you walk outside one last time, opening the door and supporting your body against the frame.

“Are you gonna sleep there...?”

“Yes”.

“It's cold, Bishop. Go home”.

“If I've to die tonight, I'll do it waiting for you to forgive me”.

“Sounds like a bad movie on Netflix...” You sigh rolling your eyes a little desperate.

“I'm sorry, (Y/N). I didn't mean to hurt you. You're my girl, my one and only, my Old Lady, and I wa—”.

“No, I'm not”. You interrupt him, getting up of the door frame, with a confused gesture on your face. “You didn't propose me, nor ask me, nor introduce me to the club, even if they also know me”.

“I was about to do it”.

“When? Before or after drinking the tequila with that bitch on top of you, uh? I don't know too much about the MCs, but I'm sure it's not the way to introduce your girlfriend to them”.

Bishop, snortling and placing both hands on his head, sinks his face between his knees.

“Go home, Obispo. It's late and you look like shit... We will talk... tomorrow”.

Then, he turns at you getting up and holding his helmet from the floor.

“You promise?”

“Jesus Christ, Bishop... Go home”.

“No, no, no. Promise me. Promise me we're gonna talk tomorrow”. He says walking next to you.

“Yea', Bishop, sure... I promise”.

A soft smile is drawing in his lips, putting a hand on your left cheek, to leave a kiss on the right. You hold his hands, closing your eyes and enjoying the nearest. You miss him. Every touch, every word, every kiss. And you fall again, wrapping his back with your arms. He hugs you back, tightly, leaving some kisses on your head.

“You can... sleep on my sofa”. You whispers, pulling him away some inches. “It's late and... you look tired. You shouldn' drive”.

“You sure, querida...?”

You nod one time. With an arm on your shoulders, he guides you through the door, closing it after coming in. He leaves his vest and the helmet on the table in the living room, while you go to your room to find a blanket. When you come back he's already lying there, with the boots on a side of the floor and an arm covering his eyes. You sigh for a second, offering him.

“Thank you”. He says grabbing your wrist to pull you closer.

He knows he doesn't deserve to sleep in your bed tonight, but he really wants to sleep with you and the sofa is pretty huge for both. You let him lay you down next to him, tangling your legs with his and sinking your face on his neck, taking a deep breath of his scent. Bishop wraps your body with his arms, getting comfortable by your side.

“You have to shave tomorrow, please”.

“I will, but let me sleep all day. I need it”.

“I need it too”.

[msmkcreates]

“so it’s a date?” “nope. not a date” for Slim/Reader? not from any specific fic, i dont think, though what ive read has been *chefs kiss*

I went with Mutt, since I'm not exactly sure what you meant by Slim? And also, this is absolutely not what you had in mind, most likely, so very sorry about that. On the bright side, it sets up for something else and I kinda like that.

Tags/Warnings: Eating Disorders, insults, not much fluff here, fat-phobia (?), reader has body issues and Mutt is an asshole, seriously an asshole

"Re-Hate-tionship" (SF!Papyrus/reader, platonic SF!Sans&Reader)

Was it bad, how much you hated Mutt? Was it wrong of you, as Black's best friend, to so completely despise his shit-talking older brother?

It can't be wrong, you reason, because he hates you just as much. He makes snide remarks at you, about your clothes, your hair, your anything really as long as it's something to pick at. He mocks you when you're trying to be serious, he pulls faces at the back of your head when he thinks you aren't looking, and you're pretty sure you could draw his middle finger from memory.

So, a mutual hate. A re-hate-tionship, if you will. You said that once, and he laughed, and then he looked so upset with himself for at least three days. Black has begged you both to get along, but honestly he's given up at this point--as long as nobody is throwing anything he lets you dance your dance of disapproval.

You'd asked him once, what you ever did to him, and he replied that you were a human of unknown intentions hanging around his brother...and you assumed that your retaliation had lit the flames to you being a bitch, which fed the hate. It isn't like you didn't try to be civil (okay it was rare but sometimes you tried) but it's hard to stay nice when three seconds after entering the house you're being insulted.

Today was no different, of course, you weren't sure what you'd expected when you'd come over for dinner. He hurled his usual insults at you, but this time he somehow hit a sensitive spot.

"why the fuck're we feeding you, too, again? honestly you could probably fit t'skip a meal, flesh-bag."

You stiffened immediately, and Black noticed. His face was full of fury, ready to tell Mutt off, but he didn't say anything when you sharply shook your head.

But it was too late, he'd noticed your lack of response. He didn't make another stab at your weight, at least not right away, but he smirked like he'd won something as you stabbed at your salad, perforating it over and over but ultimately pushing it away.

You weren't very hungry anymore.

It was halfway through the night, the movie still barely ramping up through the action, when he broke from his usual game of begrudging silence to take another crack at you.

"yer movie picker is shit," he said simply.

"It's a classic, everybody likes this movie," you huffed. "At least, anyone who isn't a complete degenerate. Guess I can't expect you to have any sort of taste, not like me and Black."

That earned a snicker from Black, almost a stamp of approval, and Mutt scowled. You only smiled back sweetly.

"i dunno if you can talk 'bout taste, do y'even taste the snacks you shove in yer face? or are y'just hooverin' them down?"

You pressed your lips into a thin line of displeasure, your free hand not holding the popcorn moving to Black's knee, squeezing as you felt him tense beside you. You don't respond, glaring at the TV in front of you, but you do put the popcorn aside, instead crossing your arms and wholly ignoring his presence.

It's fine. It wasn't as if you hadn't been horrible to him on other nights. You insulted him just as much for things he might be sensitive about--his scars, his golden tooth, other appearance based insults you'd be ashamed to repeat to your mother. Maybe if he didn't get a reaction, he'd poke at something else and leave your eating habits alone.

At the very least his little victory kept him in smug silence until the credits rolled.

"PERHAPS WE SHOULD SEND THE LEFTOVERS HOME WITH YOU, MY DEAR," Black said, bundling the last of it into a Tupperware. "DON'T THINK I DIDN'T NOTICE YOUR LACK OF APPETITE TONIGHT."

"M'fine," you said, waving away his thinly veiled concern. "You guys keep it."

"a shocking twist of generosity," Mutt added in a bored tone from the living room.

"I'm sorry, did I ask you? Or in some way imply that I was talking to you at all?" You huffed, glaring at him as Black rolled his eyelights, packing the Tupperware into your bag. "You know, you'd be a lot more fun to be around if you didn't spend every waking moment being an asshole."

"i don't spend every moment being an asshole," he chuckled, leaning over the half-wall that separated the kitchen and the living room. "it's somethin' i can turn off, so if that's my worst trait at least m'pretty."

"Gag me," you spat.

"now there's an image."

"Ew!" You scoffed, turning away from him to look at Black with exasperation.

"it's a date, then?" He laughed.

You looked back at him, horrified. "No, no, not a date, definitely not a fucking date. If you think you're coming anywhere close to my mouth with any filthy fucking part of your body--"

"what, i thought you liked a little sausage?" He practically purred. "y'certainly eat like ya'd suck a mean dick."

"MUTT! THAT IS ENOUGH!" Black said swiftly, but the damage was done.

It seemed he had found his new Favorite Thing to poke at about you. The unbothered look on his face as Black raised his voice at him was enough to make that blindingly clear, and you set your jaw, fists clenching as you glared at him.

"I eat like everybody else!" You said finally, hands shaking in your rage. "I'm not fat!"

"OF COURSE, HE DIDN'T MEAN IT THAT WAY--" Black tried, and you shook his hand off your arm.

"He did mean it that way!" You flipped Mutt off, with gusto. "Fuck you, and that isn't an invitation."

With that, you took off, storming out and onto the terrace. You would have left completely but your stuff wasn't all together yet and you didn't fancy coming back for it in twenty minutes. You slammed the sliding glass door as good as you could and dragged a deck chair to the edge of the balcony, plopping down and leaning on your crossed arms, staring down into the trees and foliage behind the building.

You could hear Black blowing up on Mutt inside, though the soundproofing was good enough that you couldn't hear exactly what he was saying, only the tone of it. He knows all about your history with your eating disorder, you'd broken down and cried to him after he'd asked you one too many times if you'd gotten enough to eat.

You understand that underground, resources were scarce, and that's why he always makes sure you've eaten enough. He's been good about his wording since then, carefully asking if you have everything you need, with heavy implications that he means food. It's worked thus far, and sending leftovers home was kind of his way of saying he loved you.

You assume, then, as you calmed down a bit, that Mutt really meant no offense when he said you eat well. It was probably a compliment, even, as veiled as it was. And it wasn't like you'd ever opened up to him about your strained relationship with food and your weight. He probably thought it was funny that a small compliment made you clam up in a way his insults never had.

The door slid open behind you and you sighed, closing your eyes. "It's fine, Black, I'll get over it."

"good, here i thought i'd hafta apologize."

You huffed and turned a glare on Mutt as he closed the door behind him. That was not your best friend as you had expected. "What, did he make you come out here to say sorry? Well, you can save it, I don't take insincere apologies."

"actually, he told me he's fed up with how i treat you and that he didn't want to see me within a mile of ya again." Mutt pulled up the second terrace chair and took a seat. "but i don't think i can do that."

"What, come to make fun of me, then?" You hissed, leaning back and glaring over at him. "Maybe call me names? Make pig noises?"

"i wouldn't do that," he said, seriously. "i pick my words pretty carefully, you know, if i'd'a known you had a thing about food i woulda picked 'em even more carefully."

"Since when do you give a shit about my feelings?"

"always," he said, and you snorted, disbelieving. "we may not get along, but yer important t'sans, that makes you important t'me. an' you ain't nothin' but beautiful, so i guess i didn't think that you'd take it as me callin' you fat."

"First you insult me, and now you lie to me." You stood up, and he looked right up at you as you loomed over him the best you could. "Anything else? Maybe poke fun at my dead mom, or fake-ask-me-out?"

"why would anyone fake asking someone out?" He asked, genuinely surprised. "i'm a mean bitch at heart, so is sans, but we'd never do that."

You huffed. "Well then congrats, you're better than the kids I went to school with. Barely."

He hummed thoughtful and you were about to turn and leave him behind--

"wanna fuck?"

Slowly, you turned around, looking at him in disbelief. "I'm sorry?"

"i said," he stood, crowding you against the balcony fencing, his hands on either side of you. "wanna fuck? you an' i might not get along, but you're fine as fuck, i'm not so bad, and i gotta bed we can work out our aggressions on. so, wanna fuck?"

You inhaled, hands on his chest and ready to push him away...but you're due for some stress relief and if anything you can trust him not to get attached, and despite being the opposite of friends you trust he'd never do anything to hurt you, if only for his brother's sake.

"You know what?" You breathed, straightening your posture. Your hands went from pushing to gripping his shirt. "Yeah. Let's fuck. You've had worse ideas."

[just-jordie-things]

What Happened 27 Years Later (alternate ending) - Richie Tozier

word count: 4025 warnings: swearing, death/gore summary: an alternate ending to a fic that ended in death and pain, that can hopefully be a cheesy way to make u feel better from all that angst :)) + original fic

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The ground began to shake as the orbs were completely submerged inside the pyramid, and (y/n) pressed her face completely against Richie’s chest, holding him tightly and fearfully.  She wasn’t sure what was happening, or when it was safe to look.

But things settled down, the winds stopped, the ground stilled, and slowly, everyone cautiously peeked their eyes open.

Mike was quick to slam the lid over the pyramid, trapping the deadlights inside.

“We did it?” Bill breathed out, unsurely.

“It’s gone?” Richie asked.  “Just like that?”

“We did it,” Mike said, a tired grin tugging on his lips.  “We did it, we trapped the lights”

Everyone seemed to smile, and let out sighs of relief.

(y/n) pulled away from Richie only to reach up and eagerly press her lips against his, hands splaying across his cheeks, and grinning even wider as she pulled away.  He took her in his arms, lifting her off the ground as he hugged her enthusiastically.

“We fucking did it!”  He cheered, even spinning the girl around before setting her back down.

Their moment was short lived, as they were soon joined by Pennywise, who mocked their efforts at defeating him, and released the deadlights from the pyramid.  And if that wasn’t enough to make their fear settle in their bones again, he grew about a hundred feet, taking on the leg form of a monstrous spider, and chased them amongst the rocks with crazed laughter.

Richie haphazardly reached out for (y/n), and pulled her with him behind a tall rock that should keep them out of It’s view for a few moments, which was all he needed.

“Listen to me, are you listening to me? Listen,” Richie instructed hastily.  “We dont- we don’t have much time-”

“What?” (y/n) said, urging him to hurry up before Pennywise rounded the corner and was able to see them.

“First chance you get, you run the fuck out of here-”

“Richie no-!”

“Promise me, fucking- swear to me, that if you get the chance you fucking book it, okay?” He pleaded, but she shook her head back and forth, tears welling in her eyes as Richie continued to beg her.  “Swear to me- do it (y/n) swear”

“I- I can’t” She whimpered.

“You can, please, please.  If you stil love me just- just fucking promise me you’ll get the hell out of here, and get safe,” She cried harder, a small gasp departing her lips as her throat burned with tears.  “I need you to be safe, okay?”

He peered around the rock, seeing Pennywise nearing where they were hiding, and then turned quickly back to (y/n).

“Richie I can’t leave- I’m not leaving you again,” She wept, tears flowing down her cheeks.  “Please don’t make me-”

“I’ll be there with you as soon as I can,” He promised, cupping her cheeks in his hands.  “I swear it, alright? I just need you to swear to me you’ll get out of here”

“Rich” She cried, squeezing her eyes shut tight, and for a mere second relished in the feeling of the pads of his thumbs swiping away her tears.

“Do you understand me?” He spoke after a moment, and she nodded, albeit reluctantly.

Her sad eyes met his, and they alone told him everything that she needed him to know.  He gave her a bittersweet smile, before drawing her face in close for him to press his lips in the space between her eyes.

“I love you,” He murmured before pulling away.  Just as she opened her mouth to speak, Richie could see that It was even closer, and he pushed her away from him.  “Now go!”

She let out a cry as she was forced out of his hold, and the tears started up again as she made a bee-line towards the entrance of the cave they’d come in through.

She made it through the passing just before It was able to spot her, and hid under the rock as she watched It pass, and Richie ran from his hiding spot to another.

Her hands had been shaking, and she couldn’t get herself to move, even though at this point, she probably would get away.  But looking at the Losers, her friends, all running about the cave and trying to hide before It could grab them and terrorize them, she couldn’t go through with it.

Her eyes caught Richie’s, who began to shake his head, already knowing what she was thinking.  She gave him a sad smile, and realized she wasn’t shaking anymore.

She wasn’t afraid.

Richie shook his head again, waving his arms around in an ‘x’ sort of motion, desperate for her to listen to him.  To turn around and start running.

‘I’m sorry’ she mouthed, and wiggled out of the crevice.

“(y/n)! No!” The scream Richie let out echoed over the sounds of Pennywise’s snapping jaws and clattering crab-like legs.

She wasn’t afraid, but he certainly was.

She scaled up to a cliffside that was jutted out from the cave’s wall, collecting as many rocks as she could and beginning to throw them with all the force she could muster.

And if their lives weren’t at stake, he would be proud and cheering her on as she began to launch rocks at It.  But instead, his heart was beating erratically with fear as he watched her do something so reckless.

Nevertheless, he ran up to her, and joined her in pelting the monster with the largest rocks they could lift.

“You’re stupid! You’re insane!” He yelled at her, but she just gave him a wide grin, and shrugged her shoulders, before heaving up a rather large rock, swinging low so she could throw it as high as she could.  It landed with a loud ‘thunk’ ‘crack’ against Pennywise’s skull, and he screeched as the area began to crack, blood pooling upwards.

“Well where do you think I picked it up from?” (y/n) asked teasingly, hands dropping to her knees as she bent over and heaved.

She only had a moment to catch her breath before Pennywise whirled around, and the small moment of victory was gone in an instant.

It’s large crooked leg knocked her off the cliffside she stood on, and sent her tumbling down to the ground below.  Richie shrieked, scurrying to get down to her, but in his haste his eyes went upwards, landing on the blue circling orbs, and he was trapped in the deadlights.

(y/n) pushed herself up on shaky arms, spitting out blood and wiping haphazardly at her mouth to get the excess blood off her lips.  As she got up, her eyes caught Richie, floating above her, staring with dull eyes at whatever Mike had told them not to look at.

“Richie!” She screamed, and despite her legs feeling like jelly, she shoved herself upwards and ran towards him, hoping if she jumped high enough, she could grab his leg and pull him down to her.  “Richie! Come on!” She pleaded, eyes welling with tears as she tried, and failed, over and over again to grab onto him.

“(y/n)! Look out!” Eddie blared, just in time, as It came running towards her, reaching greedy hands down towards her body.

“Come on toots,” It’s voice was deranged and she hated the way her special nickname sounded coming out of it’s clown painted mouth.  “Don’t you wanna float with your lover?”

She scrambled away as quickly as she could, but It was so close behind her, she was bound to be snatched right up.

“Help!” She screamed, begging her legs to move faster, but sure enough, a large hand wrapped around her torso and picked her up like she was a doll.  

She screamed, throwing her fists against the back of Pennywise’s gloved hand, as though it could cause any damage anyways.  The higher he pulled her upwards to his face, the more she realized she didn’t actually want him to let go of her.  A fall at this height was bound to kill her.  So eventually, she stopped hitting his hand, and instead clutched onto the silk glove to keep her secure.

“You’ve caused quite some trouble” It spoke angrily, leaning in close so she could see it’s bright orange eyes.

“There are other ways to make him feel small!” Mike shouted.  “You have to make It feel small!”

Her eyes darted from the man on the ground, back up to the large figure that held her captive in it’s hand.

“I’m not afraid of you,” She declared, voice clear, and candid.  For a moment, she swore It’s face twitched with a wince.  “You’re just a clown.  You’re not fucking scary.  And I’m not scared of you!”

It snarled, baring it’s endless rows of razor sharp teeth as it roared right at her face.  She screamed, suddenly very afraid that this was how she died, that she’d be just another one of it’s snack-turned-victims.

But just as she thought she was going to be thrown into It’s mouth like a potato chip, the roaring ceased, as a long metal spear had been thrown into it’s exposed throat, ripping through to the otherside.

Her eyes widened at the gruesome sight, and It stumbled backwards, dropping her body in the process.  She screamed as she fell, but was silenced as soon as she hit the ground.

“Oh my- fuck! (y/n)!” Eddie ran over to her, helping her sit up and make sure she hadn’t hit her head too hard.  “Did you see that!? Did you see what I just fucking did!?” He cheered for himself, but his voice was merely a distant echo in (y/n’s) ears.

“Wh- what about Richie?” She mumbled, rubbing her head as she looked over to see him falling from where he was floating.  “Is he- oh my god”

Her legs shook, so much so that she kept on tripping and falling as she made her way over to where Richie laid, and eventually her knees completely gave out, and she collapsed at his side.

“R-Richie?” She shook him, afraid to see his eyes shut as he laid there, almost lifelessly.  “Richie!?” She yelled now, grasping the material of his shirt in her hands as tears built up and burned her eyes.

He gasped, head shooting up for a moment before falling back down against the rock.  He took in deep breaths and stared at her with wide eyes, not sure what had just happened that had knocked him out.

“You’re okay, you’re okay?” She repeated herself, hands moving rather quickly over his face, both comforting him and inspecting for any blood or injuries.

“Yeah, I’m alright,” He wheezed, and (y/n) took his face in her hands, a cry of relief coming from her throat.  She was smiling, but still crying.  “You gotta stop crying today toots, I don’t have the time to kiss all those tears away” He teased, and pushed himself to sit up on shaky arms.

“Shut the fuck up” She whimpered happily, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him to sit up the rest of the way so she could hug him as tightly as possible.  

Her hands grasping at his hair, and then his shoulders, and then the back of his shirt, anything she could hold.  Richie buried his face in the crook of her neck, arms encircling her torso and squeezing her tight against him.

“God, Rich,” She mumbled, pulling away from him to look at his face.  His glasses were a bit cracked, and there was a nasty bruise along his cheek, a little bit of blood trickling down his forehead from his hairline.  “You look like shit” She giggled, carefully wiping away the blood with her thumb.

“Yeah yeah, real hot coming from you” Richie said, silently counting the cuts and bruises littered over (y/n’s) face.  The cut from Bowers, a bruise at her temple, a slightly blackening eye, bloody nose, split lip, she was a mess.

It hurt to smile, but she couldn’t help it.  One of her hands shakily racing to place her palm against his cheek.  The expression on her face something that made Richie want to both cry and hold her in his arms for as long as possible.

“Richie…” She mumbled.  “I-”

The world stuttered in it’s timeline, it had to have, because what happened next, Richie was certain it was in slow motion.

A large claw protruded through (y/n’s) chest, making her words stutter to a stop, and slowly, she bowed her head down to see that it was, in fact, It’s razor sharp leg.  Impaled clean through her back.

“(y/n)!” Richie’s scream was blood curling, but all she could hear in that moment was white noise, eyes trained on the wound in her chest.  She was frozen in fear, and the realization that she was going to die here hit her like a truck on the highway.

Her chest suddenly felt very warm, and as It retracted the claw that had pierced through her whole body, she realized it was because of the fresh blood streaming out of her body, dampening her clothes in a soggy red.

Richie’s hands were fumbling over the wound as Pennywise’s claw was retracted, and the other Loser’s were screaming insults at it to finish the job.  Meanwhile, Richie carefully laid (y/n) down over his lap so she’d be more comfortable.

“(y/n), no… no no no, sweetheart, hey,” Richie cooed quietly, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over.  “Hey it’s alright, you’re alright, we’ll get you out of here real soon-”

“Richie,” She whimpered, taking his bloody hand away from her face, and intertwining his fingers with hers.  “Listen to me”

Her voice was small, but she needed him to stop his rambling so he could hear her.

“Listen- listen,” She mumbled, gathering what little strength she had to squeeze his hand.  “It’s okay”

“No-! No, no it isn’t it’s not fucking okay-”

“Richie,” She cried, one tear rolling down her bloody cheek.  “I’m okay, I’m gonna be okay,” She was lying through her teeth, just trying to calm him down even if it was just for a moment.  “You’ll be okay”

He shook his head, tears falling freely now, but he didn’t cut her off.

Thi couldn’t be happening, not now, not after he just got her back.  He just got her back, last night.  And they’d had a wonderful time together, they clicked just like they had back then.  He’d gotten to kiss her again, hold her again, love her again, how could this happen? How could she be ripped away from him so soon? This wasn’t fair this wasn’t fair this wasn’t-

“I love you,” She whimpered quietly, sad to even say it, given the circumstances, but she knew she had to.  For both of their sakes.  “Okay? I love you, I always did, okay?”

I told you ro run, why didn’t you run away? Why didn’t you listen?

It wasn’t fair.  But there was no changing it, there was no way for him to fix it, and that’s what broke him the most.

There was no saving her.

“Okay,” Richie mumbled back.  The finality of their situation could be heard in the one word he spoke.  It was a goodbye.  Holding her hand tightly in his, and his free hand stroking her hair out of her face to keep it from getting stained with blood, he nodded his head a bit down at her.  “Okay.  I know, toots”

It was quiet for a minute as she tried to hold back her tears, for him.  SHe could feel her heart slowing, and most of her body had gone numb in shock.  All she could really feel was Richie’s hand tightly holding hers.  She hoped that when the time came, he’d let go.  Begged whoever was up there to help him let go.

“Hey,” Richie called softly, hastily wiping at his wet eyes with the back of his hand.  “(y/n) (y/l/n)”

“Richie Tozier?” She replied weakly, confused.

“Will you marry me?”

The question was so soft, she almost didn’t catch it.

A cry left her lips as she nodded, unable to hide her tears from him any longer.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” She mumbled.  “Yeah, I’ll marry you”

Her whimpers broke his heart, but he smiled gently down at her nonetheless.

“Alright then toots,” He whispered, and stroked her hair back again so he could lean down to her, and kiss her forehead with a featherlight touch.  

She closed her eyes at the action, and they both missed Pennywise being shrunken down into dust.  Too wrapped up in one another to even realize he was gone.

“Rest easy, baby” Richie said quietly, his nose pressed into the crown of her head, and his eyes squeezing shut tightly, too afraid to look at her as she took her last breath.  “I love you so fucking much”

When he finally pulled away, he knew her eyes wouldn’t open again.

The girl stirred in her sleep, frustrated that she’d woken up, seeing as the sun wasn’t up yet, so it was definitely the middle of the night.

With a small groan, she rolled over and settled back into her pillows, willing her body to get just a few more hours of sleep.

Just as she started to drift off again, there was a swift kick against her leg, followed by a small whimper.  Which must’ve been what woke her up in the first place.

She sat up, rubbing her eyes to get the groggy feeling to go away.

Looking down at the man in her bed, it was clear that he was having a nightmare.  His whole body was shaking, legs sporadically twitching under the covers, hands clutching his pillow in a death grip, and tears were streaming down his face.

“Hey,” She murmured, softly placing her hand on his shoulder and shaking him.  “Wake up, Rich, wake up”

She yawned in between shakes, and then got a little more forceful in her movements, seeing as he was still whimpering and kicking.

“Richie!” She called a bit louder, shaking his shoulders with both hands, and finally, he shot upwards in bed, panting heavily, and looking at her with crazed eyes.

She gave him a moment to catch his breath and come to his senses, before gently touching her hand to his cheek.

“Baby, you alright?” She murmured as softly as she could, not wanting him to be sent into a frenzy of sensory overload.  She’d known him long enough to know that after a nightmare, he was almost hypersensitive.

He nodded, leaning his cheek further into the warmth of her touch.

“Yeah,” He breathed out, taking her hand and pulling it towards his mouth to press a kiss into her palm.  “Just a nightmare”

(y/n’s) brows cinched together with concern, and she shuffled to sit closer to him on the mattress.

“You wanna talk about it?” She offered, placing her other hand on his opposite cheek too, thumbs rhythmically caressing his cheekbones.

He ducked his head for a moment, processing what had happened in the dream.  It was so dark, so vivid, as if it had actually happened.

“It was- uh-” He coughed and took a deep breath before continuing.  “When we were in Derry,” He told her, and she nodded, understanding those kinds of nightmares all too well.  “In the caves, I couldn’t- I couldn’t save you”

His voice broke at the end of his words, and (y/n) felt a tug on her heartstrings at the pain he’d clearly gone through emotionally.

“Oh, Richie,” She hummed, leaning forward, brushing her lips over his cheek before hugging him close.  Her nose buried into the crook of his neck.  “Baby,” She added a few moments later, once she’d felt him relax in her hold.  “You did save me,”

She pulled away, taking his face in her hands again, smiling at him.

“You saved my life Richie, you pushed me out of the way, remember?” She told him, and he nodded shakily.

He had done that.  He had pushed her out of the way before Pennywise could make a move on her life.  They’d gotten out of Derry alive, and they’d started their lives over, together.  He was with (y/n) right now, in their apartment in New York.  Everything was fine, everyone was fine.

“I’m alive because of you,” She whispered, and kissed the tip of his nose adorably.  “I know the nightmares are rough, honey, but look, I’m right here”

Richie’s arms encircled her waist, and pulled her to straddle over his lap.

“I do love having you in my bed” He said teasingly, and (y/n) grinned at him, knowing he was going to be alright to go back to sleep soon.

“Well, get used to it baby” She replied, tapping her left ring finger against his cheek.

Richie’s hand reached up to the back of her neck, pulling her downwards to slant his lips against hers.  (y/n) melted against him for a longing moment, before he pulled away and took her left hand from his face, admiring the ring on her finger before kissing her knuckles as well.

“I love you so much” He said, looking back up into her eyes.

“And I love you more than that,” She replied cheesily, giggling before peppering kisses over his face.  “You feeling better yet?”

“Almost, can you kiss a little lower?” Richie replied, and she gave him a playful glare and a shake of her head at his antics.

(y/n) wiggled off his lap, and pulled his body down to lay back in bed with her.

“Come on idiot, I’m tired,” She told him tangling her legs with his and snuggling into his chest.  “Cuddle me” She whined, and Richie chuckled before wrapping his arms around her again

As (y/n) tucked her head against his collarbone under his chin, Richie’s eyes wandered to the table against the bed.  On it were his glasses, the cup of water that (y/n) only took two drinks of, and a framed photograph.

It was taken a few months ago, at a party the Losers had thrown for themselves to celebrate life in general.  Being alive was something they became much more grateful for.

In it, Richie was sat on Bill’s fancy velvet couch, his arm wrapped around (y/n), who straddled over his lap.  They were grinning at once another, and clinking their beer bottles in cheers to their engagement.

(y/n’s) free hand was against his cheek, fingers curling into his hair while her thumb had been swiping across his cheekbone lovingly.  Anyone could tell from this photo alone just how in love they were.

Ben had taken it, as a sort of surprise wedding gift, since the original picture from their childhood had burned up as a sacrifice.

Richie loved that picture.

“I love you toots” He mumbled down into his wife’s hair, before pressing hips lips against her head, and lingering there for a few moments.

(y/n) sighed contently, tilting her head back just enough to place a few small kisses against the bottom of his jaw.  With the last one, she smacked her lips dramatically.  Eyes twinkling up towards his.

“I love you more” She told him, chastely kissing his lips, only for him to pull her back in for a longer, much more satisfying kiss.

When they pulled apart, (y/n) nuzzled her face back against Richie’s collarbone, already drifting off in his arms.

“Yeah, well I love you most.  So.  I win”

“Beep beep” (y/n) mumbled half-consciously.

“You can’t ‘beep beep’ my proclamation of love” He muttered.

“Jus’ did”

“That’s not how it- (y/n/n)? (y/n) wake up we need to talk about the beep beep rules” Richie nudged her, but she just groaned softly, far too tired to entertain him right now.

When he finally started to fall asleep, certain that (y/n) had long passed out, she mumbled softly,

“I love you the most though”

___

xoxo ~ jordie

[daddychims]

Offside Pt 5

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Series Masterlist!

Genre: Smut, Soccer AU, College AU

Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader

Word Count: 2k

Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!

You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.

Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!

"Can we talk?"

You turn around from where you're standing, checking through the content of your kit to make sure you have enough for the whole duration of the 90 minutes game.

"Not now sorry," You shake head quickly counting through the boxes of gauze and sigh in frustration "I should run back to the office."

"I need to talk to you," He persists, shifting to be in your sight, as you remain unfazed by his existence

"Jeon," you breath out his name in a mixture of anger and annoyance as you grab one of the boxes "I need another 3 boxes of these before I can even think of anything else."

"Fine," he reaches and grabs the box off your hand "Where do I get them from?" He shots back in a rushed tone 

"The game starts in 10 minutes!" your frown, not taking interest in his suggestion

"Then I'll be back in 5," he narrows his eyes "Where?"

"The main office," you respond, watching him with observant eyes "Second floor!"

"Fine," he nods as he pushes his hair back with his slender fingers "But when I come back, we're talking okay?!"

"fine!" you raise your hands as a sign of approval and watching him run back to the other side of the field where the main office is located.

You sigh sitting back down and rummaging through your kit again to ensure everything is prepared. Today is the day when Hanguk and SNU soccer teams go head to head for a friendly match.

Even though it's called a friendly match, you very well know how the field can resemble the war scene in at least 30 minutes from now.

These guys are the best of the best, the crops of the cream of their respective universities and its not just about their personal pride but their campus honour which is on the stake.

You already gave Dr Kim a heads up earlier that week, knowing very well the injuries that will happen on the day will exceed all your injury management experience summed up in the past two years.

Fortunately, he was more than happy to cover that night's shift with you, making sure everything goes smoothly with the two teams and hopefully, everyone come out of it alive.

"Y/N!"

You raise your head up, eyes glittering with joy upon seeing your friend running to you in his favourite soccer boots. 

"Namjoon, you're late!" you scold, watching him run to your clumsily 

"I know, I know," he sighs stopping by your seat and proceeds to do some stretches he should have done much earlier "One of the professors needed help with a paper so I stayed over time. Once I was done with it, it was already half an hour to the game. I dont know how I got here honestly."

"Yeah I get it, you're making good career connections in SNU," you roll your eyes laughing "whatever Joon! But this game is as important in your resume as the connections."

"Hey hey dont give me that sour attitude," he scolds pouting in response

"Fine, you cry baby," you ruffle his hair teasingly "Kick Hanguk's ass, I'm counting on you to teach the source of my nightmares a good lesson."

"Yes Sir-" he responds determined when a familiar figure cuts him off

"Captain," you both turn around seeing the small figure of Jimin nearing both of you

"Park, what's up?" He asks eyeing the guy with concerned eyes

"My neck," he grunts, face scrunched in pain "It's playing up again today."

"Just get it strapped then, we're short on time Park," Namjoon growls in response "Hanguk's a strong team buddy, we dont wanna get fucked in the butt on the friendly match, do we?"

"The sport's trainer covering today's shift called in sick," Jimin grunts in a worried tone "No one's coming to cover her shift either since she called in too late."

You watch your friend's expression hardening as he walks closer to his teammate and checks his tilted to one side neck.

"I haven't done many neck straps before but it'll be better than nothing-"

"I can do it for you," you quickly step in, bending down to grab a tape box off your kit "sit down! quick quick." you order and the guy's expression lightens with a smile

"sure," he shrugs sitting down across you “Thanks, you’re literally an God sent angel.” 

"Have you had tapes on there before?" You ask  in a rush as you neatly scissor the corners of your tape

"yeah I had," he responds eyeing you carefully as you lean closer to have a look at his neck and fit the tape on it “this pain has been here for a while now.” 

"I'm gonna have a feel first yeah?" You ask reaching up to palpate the side of his neck, feeling the muscles tense under your touch “Have you checked it with your sports medicine clinic?”

“Heat pack, massages, hold relax,” he lists them down as if he’s reciting them off a book “I’ve tried anything and nothing has worked.”

You nod your head, lips slightly pursing forward as you concentrate closely on where would the tape sit on his skin. 

"You know you should be grateful you get to touch me," He smirks looking up at you teasingly "Not everyone gets the privilege you know."

"alright thanks for the privilege Jimin," you narrow your eyes trying to find the sore spot on his neck "tell me where it hurts the most."

He flinches as you press harder on the area that you feel is knotted under your touch

"there!" he grunts in pain, face scrunching again as you touch your way down to his shoulder girdle "Yes, there Nghh ..."

You proceed to stick the corner of the tape on the side of his shoulder, eyeing the stretch you wanna create over the contour of his shoulder blade across to his spine and stick the other end there. 

"Come back for a quick review after the game," you instruct patting the rest of the tape on his skin to create some warmth and increase the adhesion of the material to his skin "Since I'm not familiar with your skin type, I might have done it too tight or too loose. I'll have to review for any reactions."

"Just say you wanna see me after the game again," He smirks, leaning closer to get a better sight of your focused eyes on his neck "Sweetheart you dont need to ask me indirectly."

"Park Jimin-" you scowl, eyebrows furrowing closer but your attention diverts to the guy who comes running back to you

"I came back in five minutes, you can-" his words cease on his lips, expression hardening at the sight of you and Jimin

"Hey Jeon!" Jimin calls with a smirk "nice to see you again. Ready for the game?"

"Can’t wait," Jungkook shrugs before bringing his attention back to you "here, we still have 5 minutes, let's talk!"

"Jungkook, I have to prepare for the game-"

"You said you'll talk to me if I come back in 5 minutes," He shouts back, throwing the boxes of sterile gauze in your kit "You know what screw this!"

You watch with a surprised expression as the guy runs towards the middle of the soccer field away from you.

"He was always a little too heated for his own," Jimin hisses under his breath, moving his neck from side to side "Damn that feels much better already, what did you do?"

"Its placebo effect," You scoff pushing your remaining tapes back in the kit "Seeing my beautiful face made you forget all about your pain." You chuckle 

"Well if that's the case ..." he stands up shifting closer and leaning to your face "Wire me some of your placebo effects before every game babe!"

You sigh looking the guy in the eyes for a few seconds "Just when I thought no one can be worse than Taehyung!"

He laughs at your remark and ruffles your hair "Thanks anyway," he mutters softly “ I'm gonna kick Hanguk's butt thanks to you, Miss Placebo Effect."

"Alright tough boy, Don’t go overboard and hurt yourself now." you nod patting his shoulder " I can't just simply strap you off if you come back with a broken bone."

He laughs out loud, amused at your cheeky response but before he can shot back with his usual sassy tone Namjoon calls for him and he waves his way to you before running to the field.

You watch the guy, sitting back in your designated chair when your eyes meet Jungkook's eyes and to your surprise, he's mouthing something to Taehyung while eyeing you carefully.

He furrows his eyebrows closer when he catches your eyes, jawline protruding at the corner of his chin indicating he's exerting some pressure there.

You quickly look away, watching the captains gathering each team to say their final words just before the whistle starts the game.

   -

  "If anyone wants a strap come through," you yell at the guys snap the door to the shower room open and rush inside, occupying the space.

You proceed to set the tapes and towels on the small table, swirling a couple of chairs around for the guys who'd soon be occupying them when you overhear the conversation over the well.

"You fucking slammed him Jeon," Taehyung's familiar deep voice echoes as he bumps Jungkook's shoulder with his fist "I've never seen you with your head so in the game."

"He keeps his fire for the right times," Yugyeom responds over the noises that almost block his voice from reaching you over the wall "That's Jeon's strength."

"You should have seen the pretty boy's face when you left the field," Taehyung laughs as he remembers the scene he witnessed moments earlier "He was fucking fuming."

"That's all he's good at," Jungkook finally speaks up in an unimpressed tone "In the end, his head is far up in his ass," He scoffs as he slams his locker closed "He gets ahead of himself and ends up getting in the way."

You furrow your eyebrows wondering who they're talking about so seriously but before you can continue to investigate further, you sense a shadow hovering over your height making you turn your head around to see the person.

"J-Jeon," you call gulping nervously as you quickly turn away from him and grab a towel "Ankle?"

He plops himself down on one of the chairs, raising his usually painful leg up on another as you quickly rummage through your tapes to find one appropriate for him.

"Have you got time after this?" He asks, tilting his chin up to observe you carefully

"I'd have to tidy this place up so I'll be here for a few more hours!" you explain as you cut the corners of the Kinesiology tape and measure it around your wrist to ensure its enough length for his ankle

"I can wait," he sighs, tone slightly annoyed "Except if you’re planning to continue avoid me like the past few days."

You stay silent, sitting across him and measuring the tape around his ankle again to confirm your guestimation. The corner of the tape sticks to his shin and you carefully pull the other end with enough stretch around the sole of his foot.

"I said what I wanted to say the other night," you finally speak up, trying your best to stop your voice from trembling in the middle

"Right, you did," he shrugs, bending his feet up and down as you taught him before while your circle his feet with the tape carefully  "But I havent!"

You stick the other side of the tape on his skin and tap the fabric on his shin to ensure it sticks right on the corners. You hate it when the corners of the tape lift up from the skin and it all looks messy. 

He sighs, dropping his feet down from the chair before kicking the chair out of the way. You look up at him with surprised eyes as you were still in the middle of your task, but he doesn't allow you to protest as he grabs the leg of your chair with one hand and pulls you closer to himself.

"So what do you say?" He raises an eyebrow, facing dangerously close to you "we talk? after you're done here?"

You look at him with a frown, slightly surprised that he's so persistent on his argument. Your lips part to answer him but the door of the office snaps open and you drift your head around to see who’s the person entering the place.

"Hey," Jimin greets, hand reaching up to make a mess of his wet strands of hair that indicated he just came out of the shower, “Didnt you say I should check this with you after the game?" He then looks at Jungkook , eyes attentively observing the close proximity of your bodies. 

"Right," you breath out, quickly standing up from your chair "come in."

Jungkook reaches for your hand and stops you from moving away from him "What time do you finish work?" he asks sternly

"If it doesn't take long tidying at about 8," you reply, twisting your wrist in his hold as an attempt for him to let go

"I'll wait for you then," he grumbles before standing up, the chair under him jolting back from his sudden movement

He throws a glare towards Jimin who's now settling on one of the chairs before limping his way to the shower rooms.

[insomniacandtired]

Frosting

“Yein-ah, come here!”

Her head popped up, blearily blinking. She had fallen asleep in the quiet of the dorm, soft music playing from her speakers. Only she and Jiae had remained behind for the week-long break, while everyone else was visiting family. Yein’s parents were busy working this week, so she stayed behind, and Jiae had chosen to stay as well so she wouldn’t be alone.

It was a delicious torture. On one hand, she got to be alone with Jiae for a whole week, something she’d been dreaming of for quite a while. On the other hand, she was alone with Jiae for a whole week, and none of the others were there to take the attention off her when she was overwhelmed.

She didn’t know how she’d handle it.

Pushing herself to her feet, Yein followed Jiae’s voice to the kitchen. There were ingredients everywhere, meaning Jiae had been baking for quite a while. Yein wondered how she slept through the noise.

Jiae looked up as she walked in, beckoning her over excitedly. “I found a new frosting recipe!” she explained, a broad grin on her face. “Come, try it!”

Yein padded over, letting Jiae pull her close. Jiae scooped up a bit of the frosting on the tip of her finger and held it up for Yein to taste, making Yein’s ears burn. She flushed in embarrassment but leaned down anyways. She was being offered the chance of a lifetime, why would she give it up?

Her tongue dragged over Jiae’s finger slowly, savoring the moment. She barely even registered the taste of the treat, too focused on the taste of Jiae. After it was gone, she pulled away, face cherry red.

“…it’s good…” she murmured.

Jiae smiled, rubbing Yein’s back tenderly. “Do you want some more? There’s way too much here for just one cake.”

It took a moment for her to decide, but ultimately nodded. They were between diets anyways; a little bit of frosting wouldn’t do too much harm.

Jiae scooped another bit on her finger, but instead of raising it for Yein to take, she quickly and purposefully swiped the frosting onto her neck, just below her jaw. Yein felt her mouth go dry, eyes fixated on the treat.

“Go ahead, Yein-ah,” Jiae purred, a wicked smirk sending a shiver down Yein’s back. “You said you wanted more, didn’t you?”

Yein couldn’t help but nod, a quick and jerky motion. She couldn’t believe this was happening, especially since Jiae had never once given any indication of seeing Yein as anything more than the baby of the group. It was like her birthday had come early.

Hesitantly grasping the straps of Jiae’s apron, Yein pulled herself close. She looked at Jiae one more time to make sure she wasn’t crossing the line, but all she saw was her eyebrow quirked challengingly. Steeling herself, Yein closed her eyes and surged in. Of course, since she couldn’t see where she was going, she missed entirely, licking a long line up the side of Jiae’s neck. She felt herself blush again, but was completely unprepared for the soft moan Jiae let out.

Instead of drawing back and running for her room like she desperately wanted to, Yein forced herself to keep going. She explored Jiae’s throat with her tongue until she finally found the frosting, a quiet hum escaping her in appreciation of the flavor.

She kept licking long past when she should have, until the flavor was completely gone, too distracted by Jiae’s moans filling the air.

When she finally drew back, the both of them were flushed and panting. As Yein started to ‘wake up’, the reality of what they had been doing hit her, and she buried her head in her hands, embarrassed beyond words.

Chuckling a bit, Jiae pulled Yein’s arms away, wrapping her in a tight hug. “Why are you so embarrassed, baby? Didn’t you like that?” Yein just nodded, whining as she buried her face in Jiae’s shoulder. “Or maybe you liked it a little too much…is that it, baby? Did you like making me moan under your tongue?”

Yein pulled away, smacking Jiae’s shoulder. “Unnie~! Don’t say things like that! It’s embarrassing!”

Jiae just let out a cackle, pulling Yein back into her arms and spinning them around. “You’re so cute!” she exclaimed, pressing her nose against Yein’s soft cheek. Yein squirmed, but let her do as she pleased. “Now hold still! It’s my turn!”

Before Yein could do anything, Jiae grabbed her wrists and pulled them apart, forcing Yein back until she was pressed against the kitchen wall. She pressed her face into Yein’s neck, tongue flattening against her skin. Yein couldn't stop the overwhelmed gasp that escaped her lips, hips instinctively canting towards Jiae. She could hear Jiae’s delighted giggle, which somehow made the whole situation more real.

Instead of just licking like Yein had, Jiae started nipping and sucking at Yein’s throat. Yein keened, throwing her head back to try and get as much contact as possible.

“Unnie!” she groaned, her eyes screwed shut. Her toes were curling, every muscle tight as if in protest of Jiae’s ministrations. Despite that, she’d probably throw a tantrum if they were interrupted.

In response, all Jiae did was shake her head. “Shush, baby,” she murmured, kissing the underside of Yein’s jaw. “Just relax and let unnie take care of you, okay?”

Yein whimpered, but nodded. At this point, there wasn't much else she could do, really.

As soon as she did, Jiae’s hands started to roam. They first explored her hips, massaging the muscle and mapping out the bone. Yein couldn't help but shiver as she tried to hold back a laugh and cursed herself for being so ticklish.  Almost immediately Jiae’s hands traveled up, stroking her sides and rucking up her shirt. The way Jiae’s hands felt on her skin made her want to never let the older girl go.

“Can I take off your shirt, baby?” she asked, voice a husky whisper. Yein nodded frantically, already tugging at her own buttons to try and speed the process up. Jiae just brushed her hands away, calmly and methodically unbuttoning it. It slipped from her shoulders, pooling on the floor, leaving her in her bra and pajama pants. Jiae stepped back to take in the sight of her, and Yein felt like the most beautiful woman in the world. She peeked at Jiae through her lashes, suddenly feeling shy.

Shooting Yein a mischievous look, Jiae scooped up a bit more frosting and spread it over Yein’s chest, only just brushing her breasts. She shivered at the cold, feeling goosebumps raising all over her torso.

After making sure Yein was still comfortable, Jiae dove in enthusiastically, the feeling of her tongue making Yein’s back arch into her. Little whines escaped her lips, filing the air with the sounds of her pleasure. Her arms came up to cradle Jiae’s head, as if to prevent her from ever leaving.

By the time she was clean, Yein felt like she was drooling. She'd touched herself before – who hadn't, really – but five minutes under Jiae’s tongue had her feeling better than she ever did before, even if she wasn't even near Yein’s ‘hot spots’. She felt Jiae pulling away and whimpered, trying to prolong the contact.

Once Jiae had taken a step back, Yein dropped to her knees, pressing her face into the front of Jiae’s skirt. It was a white pleated miniskirt, so short that Yein could feel her chin brushing against Jiae’s bare thighs.

“A-ah, Yein-ah,” Jiae groaned, hands lightly tugging at Yein’s head. “Baby, stop, you can't out your face there…”

Yein keened, pressing her face harder into Jiae’s crotch. “Unnie~” she whined, almost trembling. “…wanna taste you…”

Without waiting for Jiae to move her skirt herself, Yein pushed the fabric up with her nose, nuzzling into Jiae’s panties. They were already damp, telling Yein she wasn't the only one worked up by their ‘play’. The scent was heady, making Yein feel lightheaded. She couldn't get enough.

Jiae grasped her hair again, this time more firmly. “Yein-ah, you don't need to do this. I don't want you to feel pressured to do anything you don't want to do, alright?”

Yein pulled back a little, just enough to look Jiae in the eye and shake her head. “I want to, unnie,” she confessed. “I've always wanted to…”

Jiae searched her face, only letting go when she decided Yein was telling the truth. Yein took it as permission, pushing forwards to press her face against Jiae’s crotch again. She pressed her tongue to Jiae’s core, licking at her through her panties. Jiae’s breath hitched. Her hands grasped at Yein’s hair again, but this time it was encouraging, pulling her more firmly against her heat. Yein brought her hands up to pull the panties away, sliding them down her legs. Jiae could only get one leg free before Yein was on her again, feverishly lapping up the slick leaking from her pussy. She was single-minded in her determination to make Jiae come, forgetting the rest of the world.

Above her, Jiae was gasping and panting in delight. She had to force herself not to yank at Yein’s hair, not wanting to hurt the girl but also just wanting her to go just a little faster, just a little harder. Yein’s tongue was heaven-sent, but the pace she was going was the work of the devil.

“H-harder, baby!” she groaned, whimpering as Yein followed her command. It seemed like she was trying to reach as far into Jiae as she could, her front teeth pressing firmly against Jiae’s clit. Jiae almost screamed, biting down on her fist to muffle the noises she was making. Yein didn't seem to notice, too busy enjoying herself. Jiae’s hips shuddered, bucking into Yein’s face uncontrollably.

“O-oh god, baby…” Jiae breathed, feeling her abdomen shiver. “God, you make me feel so good!”

Yein smiled happily at the praise. She leaned back a bit, just enough to appreciate Jiae’s glistening slit before she blew a tiny bit of cold air onto it, immediately attacking it with her teeth the moment Jiae’s body shuddered. Jiae let out the scream this time, uncaring as to what the neighbors could hear.

“Unnie, you’re being loud…” Yein chided, voice muffled. Jiae flicked the back of her head, laughing.

“Oh shush, you. Get back to wo-AH!”

Yein cut her off by pushing two fingers up into Jiae, magically hitting the ‘sweet spot’ on her first try. Jiae could feel tears welling in her eyes with how amazing it felt. Whimpers came out with each heavy breath, filling the air with the sound of her pleasure.

With a full body tremor that sapped the strength from her legs, Jiae came explosively, soaking Yein’s face. She dropped to the floor, panting for breath as she fought not to pass out.

“Unnie?” Yein asked, concern plain in her trembling hands as she stroked Jiae’s neck and shoulders. A spark of mischievousness appeared in Jiae’s eyes, grabbing Yein’s hand and bringing it close to her face. She licked her fingers suggestively, locking eyes with Yein. She watched as the younger girl’s breath hitched, transfixed on Jiae’s mouth.

Her fingers clean, Yein almost pulled away before Jiae pulled her closer. Her tongue traced a line up Yein’s jaw, bringing her to kiss Yein’s ear.

“Your turn, baby.”

Positioning herself to sit against the fridge, she dragged Yein into her lap, tugging her hair gently to make her head tilt back. She began to lick Yein clean, smiling at the little whines Yein was letting out.

While Yein was distracted, Jiae shifted her until she was straddling on of her thighs. She propped her leg up, grinding against Yein’s core. She let out a high pitched squeak, jerking in surprise so much that she accidentally rutted into Jiae’s leg. Jiae gripped her hips, taking control of her pace.

Having already been worked up, Yein was gasping and moaning in no time. Jiae snuck a hand between them, delving into her pajama pants and grinding small circles on Yein’s clit.

Jiae smirked, pulling Yein in close. “Come for me, babygirl,” she growled, biting deep into Yein’s throat.

Yein screamed, back arching so far that Jiae worried it would hurt her. She was tense for a good few seconds before falling limp, nearly hitting her head on the floor before Jiae caught her. She cradled Yein close to her chest, cooing at her softly with a gentle smile.

“We’re definitely doing that again.”

Yein laughed softly, kissing Jiae’s throat. “I love you, unnie…”

Jiae nuzzled the top of her head, a gleeful smile on her face that would need surgery to remove. “I love you too, babygirl.”

[honeypressed]

SKZ Superhero AU based on @vampire-channie‘s au that you guys should check out!!! it’s amazing and i needed to write this so this is for you bub!! i hope you like it sakdjd also if you wanna rb please rb with the cut~ i dont wanna spam your blogs with a long post <3

No matter how many times they see Woojin shapeshift, it still feels weird and oddly intimate, like they’re watching Woojin bare his soul to everyone. A wolf, silver fur the exact shade of moonlight halts in front of them and curls in on itself, eyes glow a vivid purple, the light emanating until it glares too bright for one moment and then Woojin’s standing in front of them in human form, looking slightly weary and sporting several cuts and bruises. Hyunjin advances towards him, hands already glowing a pulsing shade of pink as he makes Woojin sit down and moves his palms over the wounds.

“They’re already at the edge,” Chan says before Woojin can even start talking. He looks tense, his eyes ringed in light blue as he surveys the patch of dark forest where they’re located.

“Read my mind,” Woojin says, with a little laughter, though his throat sounds extremely dry, “Yes, they’re at the edge of the district. The barriers around us is keeping them out for now since Jisung slammed a fuckton of electricity in there… But I don’t think it’ll keep them out for long.”

“So we fight now,” Changbin says calmly, standing up straighter, “We fight to protect what’s ours, what we love, don’t we?” He surveys the rest of them with a fierce gaze, “We protect our district.”

There’s one moment of silence then - all hell breaks loose.

A loud screech rings through their ears and the earth beneath their feet runs jagged cracks of dark blue as the electricity Jisung deployed before returns to him in a rush, and Jisung glows dark blue for a few moments, battling to control his powers. Around them, the earth starts to shake and dark clouds draw close above them, and Minho does not take well to this. At all. 

“No fucking elementist is controlling our district,” Minho snarls, starting to emit a green glow as he throws his hands up into the sky and pulls them apart, letting the clouds disperse and the rough onyx sky emerges again, too fast, too sudden. Abandoning the sky for a moment, Minho slams his palm down on the earth and at once, the earth stabilises and in several lines, shoots begin to grow out, extending from his palm, and they continue to grow, now moving in erratic lines out of the forest they’re in.

“Leads to our enemies,” Chan forestalls Minho, eyes still shining bright blue, “And only we know what they are… If we’re lost, they’ll lead us back to each other.” He takes a hard look at all of them, the eight people that now mean so much to him, shrouded in darkness, and tries not to think that this could be the last time he sees all of them. “Fight well,” He says quietly, “Stay safe.” 

Changbin is off before Chan even finishes his words, tracing one of the lines blooming with tiger lilies, figure sprinting alongside the rapidly glowing blossoms.

 Felix takes Jeongin’s hand and they melt into the background, Jeongin’s invisibility powerful enough to shroud both himself and Felix. They follow a trail of sunflowers, bright yellow to cover Felix’s yellow trail as he speeds them ahead. The colour seems like hope in the dark, a flicker of something better in the grim today.

“I’ll take the south side,” Seungmin says, then he makes his way alongside blood-red poppies that dot  the floor, like blood scattered in his wake, and a loud crash tells the rest of them Seungmin’s just toppled a tree and caught someone in it. 

They barely have time to breathe before a strand of blue geraniums curl around Jisung protectively and the shoots harden, steel-like as a huge rock drops down on him. The shoots break off, but Jisung is unharmed  - and furious. 

“Come fight me properly, you scumbag,” Jisung hisses, hands crackling with electricity and eyes flashing a light blue akin to the most dangerous summer storms. 

“Get out,” Minho says, edging him away, “I’ll deal with this person. You need to help Chan-hyung.” Another huge rock materialises and drops out of nowhere and Minho barely brings his hands up in time for a tree to block the blow. “Jisung, please, go!”

“I’ll stay with him,” Hyunjin adds, moving in with Minho and taking his back, “Jisung, go!” He swipes his hand at a wall of incoming spears and they fall to the ground harmlessly, faint pink smoke rising from them.

“Hyung,” Jisung says, running beside Chan, following the zig-zag trail of white tulips that are already stained with dirt and what looks like blood, “Hyung, do you know where everyone is?”

“Just about,” Chan replies, sounding like he’s a thousand miles away, and Jisung knows he’s keeping tabs on where everyone is. The line they’re taking splits away, and dark purple orchids sprout thickly, leading deeper into the forest, and Woojin stops, looking at them.

“I’m going here,” Woojin says, and before either of them can stop him, he’s shifted into a wolf, taking the path of the dark orchids, fur changing to blend in with the dark forest, and all they can do is trust that he’ll come back.

“We’re heading for the heart,” Chan says quietly, then switches to telepathy. We take down the heart, and we greatly reduce the power they have, and it’ll be easier for the rest to take them down.

We need to distract the heart, Jisung thinks, narrowly avoiding a stray arrow from the depths of the forest, aim for the weak spot and we can destroy them from within.

I’ll distract, Chan replies immediately, you stay hidden and attack when you spot a chance, okay?

Jisung doesn’t feel comfortable about Chan being bait, but Chan outright refuses for him to be bait, so he goes along with Chan’s plan, albeit somewhat unwillingly. The fear for the rest of his team increases tenfold when he spots Changbin facing up against a team of Ghuis, but Changbin decimates two of them in one blow, gaze burning ember-orange, and turns for his next target, a walking body of destruction.

He’ll be okay, Jisung thinks, holding on to that thought with all his heart, he’ll be okay.

I’m going now, Chan says suddenly, and Jisung has to restrain himself from standing up, trying not to give his position away. From his perch in a tree, he watches as Chan approaches the unmoving group of troops in the middle of their district, their land.

“I’m here to offer you an exchange,” Chan says, loud and clear, his voice ringing through the unnatural silence even as battle roars outside their little circle of terrifying tranquility.

“Speak,” A voice sounds, disembodied and from what Jisung can see, nestled in the centre of a circle of Milesminia. He resists the urge to swear. Milesminia, hyung! He says, somewhat panicked, the dishonoured soldiers! I need Seungmin with me to face them off, I can’t take them all out with my electricity alone.

You can, is the last thing Chan says to him before he feels Chan cut off telepathy with him.

“I offer you me, in return for you leaving my district forever,” Chan says calmly, walking towards the immobile troops, but as he inches closer, the outside flanks point their swords, dripping with fire and blood at him. Chan stops, smiles slowly at the heart of them, head high and proud, “Come, make a deal with the devil, why don’t you? We’re already in hell, you can sink no further.”

Chan stares straight ahead, eyes blown with blue, the colour threatening to take over his whole eye, and he’s pushing himself to find a mind, find a conscious that’s the only living one in the mess of these unliving troops.

The silence stretches long, too long, too long, and Chan is in danger but then -

Go back, he shouts, screams, finding the conscious he’s been searching for, this is not your district, leave us alone! For one moment, the troops all falter, and the Milesminia around the heart falter, revealing an orb projecting a spectre so gruesome, unlike anything Chan has ever seen - faded and patched, a Gyeolguk, something Chan never thought would be real - and everything dies away from one second then before it ends Jisung leaps in.

“Eat shit,” Jisung snarls, flying in from the air and punching straight through the orb, whole body crackling with electricity, eyes ringed with blue so dark the ocean could be in his eyes, and the same screech resounds through the air, hanging for seconds, minutes, decades, a forever and the orb pulses once, twice -

Explodes.

A dark light ripples from the center, obliterating everything inside their small circle of quiet, and everywhere, inside their district, the creatures falter, their source of magic destroyed. Between the rest of the team, the sense that Chan’s telepathy is always there, that they can feel it under their skin, is gone, and it’s terribly unsettling.

Felix stops, his sunshine-yellow trail lighting up the darkness and making him particularly visible in the night, and he squints up at the sky, wondering if it’s become darker. “Jeongin, let’s go,” He says after Jeongin manages to trick one of the Ghouls into slamming into a tree and destroying itself. Taking Jeongin’s hand once again, they speed through the forest, following the sunflowers that are starting to wilt, a mark of Minho’s strength wavering, and Felix’s heartbeat notches up as he catches sight of Hyunjin’s pink glow in the dark fog.

“Hyunjinnie?” Felix asks, and the pink glow falters for a moment.

“Lixie?” Hyunjin asks, “Oh - thank Kore - you guys aren’t too badly hurt… Minho-hyung really spent himself out, used all his elements in one attack and his magic drained everywhere, plus he’s sustaining these lines and trying to protect all the animals by cornering them together -”

“Stop healing me,” Minho says through gritted teeth, even though he looks like he’s in a lot of pain, “We need to find the others, quick. I’m going to lose my shoots if we lie here anymore so -”

“Guys!” A voice bursts out, and just as the last tiger lily dies and rots away, Changbin emerges, eyes still smoking orange faintly, and he looks shaky. “You guys are okay - I - we need to go find the rest and find Chan-hyung and Jisung, please, I was around that area when the blast happened and -”

“What blast,” Woojin demands, emerging from the northern forests, a mess of orchid petals stuck in his hair, “I made sure all the animals are fine, Minho, you can let go of them. What blast? I heard the screaming, but a blast?”

“Everyone!” Seungmin cries, bursting in, sounding distressed, “Please - come, quick - it’s Chan-hyung and Jisung - I managed to lift it off them but -” He cuts himself off, rambling now, and they get up, Hyunjin and Woojin helping Minho to stand as the elementist was on the verge of passing out.

They follow Seungmin through the forest, the last of the red poppies dotting the way to the rest of them. There’s an air of finality as they make their way through the forest and into the open of the centre, bathed in moonlight, and they see what Seungmin had meant.

Chan’s body, strewn in the middle, no visible wound but unmoving, and beside him, Jisung, cold and motionless, a sword bleeding gold lying to his left.

“I found the sword about to stab - stab him,” Seungmin says, breaking the horrified silence first, “When I was following the poppies. And - And I forced the sword off him, but it took so long, like it was sentient, and then the sword fell to the ground and started - leaking gold.”

Hyunjin’s already taken steps towards them, sliding towards them and his knees are grazed but he doesn’t care - his hands are glowing pink over Chan’s chest and shaking with a kind of deadly desperation, doesn’t really know what he’s healing, just hopes that Chan will wake up, and his mind is a steady stream of please please please Chan-hyung come back, please, we need you, please -

What?

The first wisps of consciousness comes back to Chan, and the familiar feeling of his telepathy washes under their skin, and everyone releases half a breath. Chan stirs slightly, opening his eyes, tinged with blue, and he stares straight up at Hyunjin.

“Hyun… Jin? I - oh - we were fighting, and I told the Gyeolguk to fuck off and - and Jisung!” Chan says, sitting up so fast he nearly knocks into Hyunjin, “Jisung punched the Gyeolguk’s energy source, he might be infected, I -”

“Don’t worry,” Minho says, panting slightly and on the brink of exhaustion, “I saw his hand start to bleed gold as well so I earthed him and he’s okay, he’s not infected. I think - Hyunjin just needs to see him.” He sways alarmingly and his knees buckle, though he waves away help and says he’s just tired, withdrawing all his shoots back.

“Jisung,” Hyunjin murmurs, now pressing his glowing hands into Jisung’s chest, exhaustion prickling at his skin and making his head swoon, “Jisung, come back, please.” He hardly knows what he’s doing, just knows he needs to expel the gold out of Jisung, make him come back to them, make him wake up, make him realise he’s protected their district and it won’t be their district without him.

It’s slow. Slow like how the night has elapsed and the sun is rising with slow determination. The light breaks over them slowly, gradually, and as it does, Jisung starts to stir, eyelids fluttering and and waking up. Hyunjin pushes on, pink light glowing even more ferociously as he works to clean Jisung, because though Minho earthed him and the gold won’t come in anymore, there’s still traces left in him that could mean Jisung never wakes up again.

But Jisung does. He opens his eyes as the first rays of proper sunshine dawns over them, casting a fiery red glow over the darkness and chasing the remains of the battle away, his eyes dazzling with the force of a thousand stars.

“What - What happened?”

They have a thousand days and more to tell him what happened. For now, they’re safe, and so is their district. Sadness and pain can wait for another day.

[sun-kissed-star]

Medda and Jack are Here

Jack is 10 or so in this one again

enjoy, babes!

trigger warning: past child abuse (emotional and physical), mentions of injury

Jack rubbed his fingers over the pencil stub in his hand, using the sun rising outside the bars on the window to watch the shadows flicker over the sketch. The best he had for paper was an old napkin from the dining hall, but he’d made it work for the last few weeks.

Sighing, he leaned back against the wall and tipped his head back to watch the sun. It was the last few minutes of quiet he had before an alarm would sound off or a guard would come tromping through the door. Some kids were sitting up in their beds already, but most had sheets pulled over their heads to revel in the safety that came with the dark nights. When the guards were outside with flashlights and Snyder was sleeping on satin pillows, they didn’t have to worry about holding their breath and keeping their heads down. It was bliss, peace, and silence.

But in the Refuge, that could never last for very long.

The door clicked, and a few kids shot up with wide eyes. Jack felt his shoulders tense, but he tried to ignore it as he brushed the charcoal shavings off the napkin. When the door creaked open, a shadow was standing under the frame, and Jack had to blink to adjust his eyes to the light as he looked up.

Snyder stepped in through the door, shielding the hall light from melting into the room.

Jack felt his heart lurch. He ducked his head on instinct as Snyder walked around, hands clasped behind his back with that evil sneer Jack had grown to know and hate.

Snyder stopped in front of the window, just Jack’s luck. Towering over him, he looked about eleven times bigger than he was when Jack was on his feet.

“Stand up, boy,” he barked. Jack stood, glaring at him the whole way. “What are you doing?”

He ripped the napkin from Jack’s fingers. He held it up to his eyes, squinting at the drawing. It was just a picture of Jack’s dad before the streets had gotten to him. His eyes were wrinkled with laugh lines, and he was wearing a smile. Something Jack wished he could find in a place like this.

“What the hell is this, Kelly?” Snyder said, waving the napkin under Jack’s nose. “Huh? What is this absolute shit?”

“None of your business is what it is,” Jack mumbled.

“What’d you just say to me, you little rat?” Snyder bent down to Jack’s level and held the napkin up. His hand crumpled into a fist, crushing the drawing with it. It was like the smiles, the closest thing Jack had found to happiness in days, were being pounded out right in front of him. “Think you can defend yourself against garbage like this? You really think anyone’s gonna give a damn what a little kid can puke out on some paper with an old pencil?”

When Jack didn’t say anything, his glare burning holes in the floor, Snyder shoved him back by the forehead. Jack stumbled and hit the wall, and Snyder used that moment to kick him in the ribs and send him to the floor.

Jack curled up, wrapping one arm around his stomach. His other hand was still holding the pencil for dear life. Snyder bent down again, pulling it away and snapping it in half. His eyes were cold, but they sent a burning pain through Jack’s heart.

“You’re worthless, Kelly,” he said, spit flying from his mouth and landing on Jack’s face. “You’ll never be good at what you do and no one will ever care. Got that?”

He didn’t even wait for an answer. He shoved Jack again, and Jack winced as the wood from the wall dug into his back. Snyder leaned up again, his eyes roaming around the room as if looking for anyone that would dare to move an inch with him around. Satisfied, he nodded to Jack as if they’d just been talking about the weather, turned around, and left the room. The napkin was still crumpled in his fist, the pencil shards in the other.

Jack watched him go with blank eyes, his knees pulling themselves up to his chest. He rubbed his stomach and whatever bruise Snyder had left there. It sure was a lot easier than thinking about his words, swimming around in his head and drowning him in his thoughts.

No one will ever care.

“What’re you doin’, honey?”

Jack slammed the notebook paper down on the table. He twisted around in his desk chair to look up at Medda, who was standing behind him with a hand on her hip and another on the back of the chair. He swallowed, discreetly tucking his pencil in his pocket.

“Uh, nothin’?” he tried, voice raising like he was asking a question.

“Doin’ homework?” Medda said. “Only fifth grade and they’re already piling on the work, huh?”

“Uh, yeah,” Jack said, looking down at his socks. He swung his feet above the ground, just to have something else to do other than meet her eyes. “Yeah, lotta homework.”

Medda didn’t look convinced. Jack had spent his whole life lying his way out of trouble, but telling her something that wasn’t true required capabilities beyond the human race.

“You sure about that?” she said, squatting down beside him. “Because last time I checked, you stuffed your backpack under your bed for the weekend. Not to mention that it’s Friday, baby.” Jack opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again as if he actually knew what to say. Medda nudged it closed with a finger, smiling softly. “You wanna show me what you were doin’?”

“Not really.”

“Why don’t you show me this time, and next time you can keep it to yourself?” Medda suggested. “Unless you need to me check your math homework again. Then we might have to work out a compromise.”

She smiled again as if she was hoping that would get him to crack a grin, but Jack couldn’t even get his face to lift. His heart was pounding like he was headed straight back to the Refuge as he flipped the corner of the paper.

It was a drawing of a Manhattan street. The first thing he’d seen when he’d walked past the Refuge gates at Medda’s side. She’d been holding his hand, and he’d drawn her off to the side of the sidewalk. He could picture the bright sun on that day as clearly as his own face, and it was lighting up the whole page. Usually, it was something he would draw on a good day, but now all he could feel was a sinking in his stomach as Medda leaned over to look at it.

“’M sorry,” he said. “I know it’s dumb. I was just bored, and, uh, I’ll throw it away. Sorry.”

Medda was shaking her head, and now he was starting to brace himself to watch her crumple it up and throw it at his head. Yeah, she’d never done anything like that before, but there was a first time for everything. 

“Oh, honey,” Medda breathed. “Why on Earth would I want that?” She smoothed the drawing out on the table. “This is beautiful, Jack, and I’d be surprised if I’m the first one to tell you that you’ve got real talent. Natural aptitude, I’d call it.”

Jack blinked. “Altitude?”

“Aptitude. It means you have a big future in front of you.” She got to her feet, putting a hand on the back of his neck and smoothing his hair. “And I can’t wait to see you get it, kid.”

There was a long list of things Jack had been expecting. That definitely had not been on that list. He didn’t know what else to say except for the obvious: “Uh, thanks, Mama.”

“Any time,” Medda said, patting his head. “Now, speaking of it bein’ Friday and all, I’m making pizza. Why don’t you give your hands a break and come down to help me?” 

Jack shrugged. “If it’s okay with you.”

“Honey, trust me,” Medda said, pulling him up under the arms and leading him over to the door, “there’s nothin’ I love more.” 

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[acidwaste]

hey so it seems i’ve forgot to do a l o t of tag memes, and i’m lucky i drafted a big bunch of them! lots of questions overlapped so i did my best to answer in different ways, sorry for the lateness! also @ the people that tagged me here, i wouldn't hesitate to kill for you

@natcaptor / @gayspaced

name: leon or lionel!

nicknames: literally the only nickname I’ve been referred to is “big gay” and like. word!

gender: im pretty sure im a guy, i have been kinda 🤔🤔🤔 abt my gender identity since around november-ish though

star sign: sagittarius!

height: 6’1! i’m told that I’m tall but my uncle is 6’7 so...

time: 3:36pm rn! ive been watching video essays and binging music all afternoon

birthday: december 9th!

favourite bands: animal collective, beach house, camp cope, car seat headrest, death grips, fleet foxes, florence + the machine, gang of youths, glass animals, gorillaz, hop along, iceage, idles, kero kero bonito, mgmt, miike snow, modest mouse, run the jewels, superorganism, the avalanches, the cat empire, the go! team, the mountain goats, the wombats, xiu xiu

favourite solo artists: alex lahey, anderson .paak, ariana grande, billie eilish, bjork, cashmere cat, charli xcx, courtney barnett, cupcakke, d.r.a.m, eric taxxon, frank ocean, gfoty, hatchie, janelle monae, jeff rosenstock, joanna newsom, jorja smith, jpegmafia, kacey musgraves, kali uchis, kendrick lamar, khalid, kimbra, lorde, mac demarco, madeon, mick jenkins, mitski, oneohtrix point never, perfume genius, ravyn lenae, rina sawayama, serpentwithfeet, sophie, st. vincent, sza, vince staples

song stuck in my head: caramelo duro | miguel // kali uchis! its a bop, miguel is one of the few singers that can convincingly make sex jams

last movie i watched: deadpool 2! it was even better than the first, which is a feat in itself ngl

when did i create my blog: december 2016??? i only started using it properly in february last year tho

last thing i googled: “im in my mums car broom broom.” dont @ me

do i have any other blogs: yeah, plenty actually!! i have blogs for aesthetic (@moltenstar), general inspo (@wverns), flight rising (@szarising, kinda inactive?), and overwatch (@blackhardts) tbh the vast majority of my ‘sideblogs’ are just saved urls H

do i get asks: when i say stupid shit like “rung has the ass of a dilf but the dick of a cockroach”

why i chose my url: that one panel where kobd have a vacation at the acid wastes because fuck its finally canon babey!

following: 1,767, which is kinda horrifying!!

followers: 890?? somehow??? thats almost One Whole Thousand and i don't even make content

average hours of sleep: around 6 or 7!! n e v e r more though

lucky number: 43 and 64!!

instruments: i'm too poor to afford music lessons or instruments jsbddsjknfs

what am i wearing: a grey shirt and nothing on my bottom half so my [redacted] is hanging tf out, i should put on some damn clothes

dream job:  oooo uhhh, i’m studying to get an education degree rn because i’d love to teach children (around grade 3-4s preferably because i'm too jittery to handle anyone younger and older kids probs won't listen to me as much as i lack plenty of assertiveness), but!! i’d honestly love to be a musician, one of those underground ones that get lots of critical acclaim

dream trip: one day i wanna gather up some friends and just go on a road trip! idm where we go to, as long as we just have fun and just! adventure!

favourite foods: rare steak, mashed potatoes, eggs, and energy shakes made with like. fruit / cheese / yoghurt / oats / chia seeds ! protein is a large part of my diet

nationality: new zealand, but living in australia

favourite song right now: best part | daniel caesar // h.e.r - gosh i need to re-listen to daniel’s album again, i don’t remember this beautiful song being there and that’s a crime

@damndesi / @novarebel / @luciform-philogynist

APPEARANCE - I am 5'7 or taller - I wear glasses - I have at least one tattoo (but I am getting a tā moko in December, I believe) - I have at least one piercing (planning to get a nose ring, like a bull!) - I have blonde hair - I have brown eyes - I have short hair - My abs are at least somewhat defined (b a r e l y) - I have or had braces

PERSONALITY - I love meeting new people - People tell me I am funny - Helping others with their problems is a big priority of mine - I enjoy physical challenges - I enjoy mental challenges - I am playfully rude to people I know - I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it - There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY - I can sing well - I can play an instrument - I can do over 30 pushups without stopping (barely) - I am a fast runner - I can draw well - I have a good memory - I am good at doing math in my head - I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute - I have beaten at least 2 people arm wrestling - I can make at least 3 recipes from scratch - I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES - I enjoy sports - I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else - I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else - I have learned a new song in the past week - I exercise at least once a week - I have gone for runs at least once a week in warmer months - I have drawn something in the past month - I enjoy writing - Fandoms are my #1 priority - I do some form of Martial arts

EXPERIENCES - I have had my first kiss - I have had alcohol (tastes like shit) - I have scored a winning point in a sport - I have watched an entire TV series in one sitting - I have been at an overnight event - I have been in a taxi - I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year - I have beaten a video game in one day - I have visited another country - I have been to one of my favorite bands concerts

MY LIFE - I have one person that I consider to be my Best Friend - I live relatively close to my school/work - My parents are still together - I have at least one sibling - I live in the United States - There is snow where I live right now - I have hung out with a friend in the past month - I have a smart phone - I own at least 15 CDs - I share my room with someone

RELATIONSHIPS - I am in a Relationship - I have a crush on a celebrity - I have a crush on someone I know - I’ve been in at least 3 relationships - I have never been in a Relationship - I have admitted my feelings to a crush - I get crushes easily - I have had a crush for over a year - I have been in a relationship for over a year - I have had feelings for a friend

RANDOM - I have break-danced - I know a person named Jamie - I have had a teacher that has a name that is hard to pronounce - I have dyed my hair - I’m listening to a song on repeat right now - I have punched someone in the past week - I know someone who has gone to jail - I have broken a bone (do fractures count?) - I have eaten a waffle today - I know what I want to do in life - I speak at least two languages (not fluently) - I have made a new friend in the past year

@smstransformers

age: 16

birthplace: auckland, nz

current time: 4:19 pm rn!!!

drink you last had: i just skulled half a liter of water whoops

favourite song: jesus etc. | wilco if we're talking abt an all-time favourite

grossest memory: accidentally swallowing a bee when i was seven years old (somehow nothing bad happened?)

horror, yes or no: not unless it’s an incredibly tame horror t b h, my threshold for scariness is very low

in love: i believe so!

jealous of people: lots of times, over really dumb things

love by first sight or should I walk by again: i believe that infatuation can exist at first sight but true love not so much. wish that could happen tho :C

middle name: shane!

siblings: my sister is eight years old, and my brother is seven!

one wish: EZ, make my anxiety disappear, i’d have a much more productive life

song i last sang: jupiter | haiku hands

time i woke up: 7:13, woke up immediately because i usually like to wake at 6:30

underwear colour: blue + purble

vacation destination: auckland / kingston / sydney!

worst habit: not remembering to make my goddamn bed, it looks like garbage

favourite food: mashed potatoes….

zodiac sign: sagittarius !!!

@alyonian

relationship status:

at the moment i’m single! and while being in a relationship sounds brilliant, the last two relationships i was involved in? didn’t work out to say the least, lucky i’m still young

favourite colour:

it’s been emerald green for the longest time but orange seems to be dethroning it at a steady pace

lipstick or chapstick:

i haven’t used chapstick since i was six but i probably should use it again, water is my substitute rn fdghdgh - and i haven’t ever used lipstick in any capacity? so i’d have to go with the former

last song i listened to:

the space traveller’s lullaby | kamasi washington - i’m trying to get through his second album rn (i left off on the second disk yesterday) and while everything he makes is undeniably amazing, it’s? a three hour album? i don’t have the attention span for his spiritual jazz, as great as it is

last movie:

monsters inc is playing on the television right now, i’ll go with that! the animation aged kinda badly but it’s still such a fun movie! sidenote: james p. sullivan? a childhood crush, so this gives me memories

top 3 tv shows/podcasts/comics:

i rarely, if ever, venture into these forms of media but! if i had to answer, i’d say;

unbreakable kimmy schmidt / parks & recreation / luke cage

taz / mbmbam (i havent like. watched a full episode of either but they seem cool,)

tf idw / …………. yeah that’s it, i’ve never read anything else. probably should!

additional favs:

my friends, writing (in theory), listening to video essays, learning music theory + instruments and understanding audio production software

top 3 bands / artists:

HHH okay if i had to limit my choices to just three artists, uh. lorde, the mountain goats, and sophie. i couldnt even fit janelle in i hate th is

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@alyonian

color(s): light colors are always nice and pleasant, though anything peachy and sandy are the best! orange (specially pastel orange) is like. the best thing

last band t-shirt i bought: usually merchandising is very expensive and i dont have the money to accommodate that, but like. i do recall having a wiggles shirt when i was five. i wore it all the time, shjdjgsksd im sure that counts

last band i saw live: i almost went to splendor in the grass last year with family, which wasn't only cool since i’ve never been out of the state since i immigrated - the festival was in queensland, which is around a two hour flight from victoria - but the lineup was pretty fuckin lit too! the xx, haim, peking duk, tash sultana, future islands, vallis alps, a.b original,, i was p excited! unfortunately my uncle fell ill and so they had to give the tickets to extended family :( otherwise, i haven't been to a single concert in my life

last song i listened to: street fighter mas | kamasi washington - up to this song on the album and i really fuckin dig this! also the video is hypnotizing

last movie i watched: monsters inc is about to finish and up next is monsters university! which like…. honestly, this is an extremely unpopular opinion but, i like it just as much as the original? my opinion might be skewed because i’m a monster [hugger], but i like everything abt the movie! except for the finale of the scare games and the last five minutes of the movie, both were just. dreadful.

last three tv shows i watched: if aggretsuko counts that’s the last series i watched of my own volition, which is a miracle in itself considering that’s legit only the second anime i’ve watched to completion (the first being shirokuma cafe, which i probably need to re-watch). otherwise, the last two shows i had beared witness to were thirteen reasons why and queer eye bc my cousin put them on! that first show i could completely do without but queer eye is iconique

last 3 characters i identified with: grimlock (legit. all of them), urdnot grunt (mass effect) and vector the crocodile (sth), i’m not sure what this says about me other than Big

book(s) i’m currently reading: i’m reading ‘maus’ by art spiegelman at the moment, for the third time i believe? i believe my classmates are supposed to be writing an essay on this next term and shit, this novel is heartbreaking, i haven't been this emotional when reading a book than… ever, really. it’s a recommendation of the highest caliber

@victorion

name: leon / lionel, i picked up the second name because i was in a server with an admin that was also a Leon™

nickname: besides ‘Big Gay’ i also have the nickname ‘lemon lion’ which is! nice!!

zodiac sign: archer man

height: Tall™

language(s) spoken: english / some maori + italian

fav fruit: watermelons (only when in season)

fav scent: the smell of a freezer tbh? it just smells Nice i don’t know how to properly explain it

fav season: spring! the breezes are welcoming without being overbearingly freezing

fav color: ornge,,,,

fav animal: SHARKS + CROCS + FERRETS

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: tea! with some milk tho

average hrs of sleep: too little

fav fictional character: One character?????? uhhhhhhh……. like. biggest cc right now is either idw skids or oz from monster prom

no. of blankets you sleep with: depending on my mood but i’d say the average is like, 3??

fav songs: i quickly whipped up some songs i listen to

fav artists: i came to the realization that i like acts that are considered ‘bad’ like maroon 5/drake/lil yachty etc in specific doses… i wouldn't call them good yet, but! i have no beef and thats good

fav books: remember ‘where the wild things are’??? that shit was like. literal childhood, man.. :happytears: i really need to look for a copy again

@thonany-klieme

name: leon / lionel, interchangeable really

gender: male, im probs an nb guy

star sign: sagittarius!

height: 6’1

sexuality: gay??? im not sure, im mostly attracted to other guys but i have had very brief crushes on girls + nb people? sexuality’s confusing so im gonna just latch to the gaybel (gay label) for now

lock screen image: its the album cover of 1992 deluxe by princess nokia, tho it was “T Hanos” a few days ago since i change it often - my home screen is venom but his torso says ‘fuck machine’

ever had a crush on a teacher: no??

where do you see yourself in ten years: ideally i’m teaching kids math n english, realistically i’m probably going down with the political climate

if you could go anywhere, where would you go: new zealand!! or the netherlands

what was your favorite halloween costume: halloween is not big at all where i live, the only time i tried trick or treating was when i was like 7?? i threw a bedsheet on myself and pretended to be a ghost, though since there were no eyeholes + the sheet was blue, it looked more like i was just a moving lump

last kiss: never had one

have you ever been to las vegas: nah and i dont plan to?? how do you handle regular days of 40C wtf

favorite pair of shoes: i have this pair of jandals that ive worn for a fair bit longer than my other pair of shoes, tho i only wear them in summer + very warm nights

favorite book: ngl its. ‘the very hungry caterpillar’ by eric carle. i just, love it alot and i cant explain w h y

[the-fiction-witch]

Last Night

TV SHOW: GODLESS COUPLE: WHITEY WINN X READER RATING: SMUTTY + KINKY + SPANK KINK AF

Y/N POV:

“LET ME OUT” I scream russeling the bars

“Not gonna happen sweetheart” The sheriff tells me as he sorts out paperwork on his desk “sorry...” he sighs

“LET ME OUT!” I yell

“sorry Sweetheart I’m going out got to leave you with the deputy when the danm boy get’s here” the sheriff sighs

“I’m here, here” whitey ran in though the door

“Okay what the hell is wrong with you...you had a bath, you don’t do that” the sheriff says to him

“I uh, I just uh wanted to uh....” Whitey stutters

“I don’t wanna know” the sheriff says “Look after the murder” he tells the boy “Miss Y/n, This is my deputy Whitey Winn he’s gonna keep an eye on ya tonight” he tells me and I dont reply 

the sheriff then quickly left me alone with this deputy boy 

“sooooo.....” He begins 

“Don’t” I tell him with a sigh

“Okay” he sighs “look missy, It dont matter what ya done to me” he shrugs

“Really?” i smirk

“Uh hu, Don’t mind, hated the old bastard personalty” he laughs leaning on the wall by my cell

“So did I” I smirk “He caught me taking candy once, Spanked my bare bottom for stealin’” I laugh

“Ohhh where you always such a bad girl?” he asks

“Oh yes sir Mr Winn” I smirk “Over time a girl learns to like getting spanked” I smirk

“Really?” He smirks turning and leaning on my cell it’self keeping his one hand on his gun “Might just have to give you a spanking myself see if that’s true” he smirked

“I wouldn’t mind” I smirk

“Bare hand on bottom or...” he smirks at me

“that’s up to you” I smirk going close to the bars within a few inches of him 

“ah ah back up little lady, not so close” he tells me drawing his gun on me

“No” I smirk

“Back up else I’m putting a bullet in your leg darlin’“ he tells me so I sigh backing away

“I thought you might be fun” I sigh

“can’t have you too close hun, don’t know what you’ll do” he sighs

“I wont kill you if that’s what your worried about” I sigh 

“really you wont kill me, even if I shot you?” he asks

“Nope, I got no problem with you Mr Winn, I have a rule I don’t kill pretty boys” I explain

“Really? I’m a pretty boy?” he asked a little surprised

“Oh yeah, town of mostly women, surprised they arnt beating your door down Whitey” I smirk

“No... all a bit to old for me” he sighs

“what about me?” I smirk going right close to him

“Your getting hanged in the morning Hun, don’t matter trying to seduce me your a bit late should have done that yesterday” he smirked

“Aww why didn’t you come see me yesterday then  I would have” I smirk

“I was helping the ladies in town with some Hotel repairs” he shrugs

“aww too bad you could have got seduced” I smirk

“I admit ‘m kinda regretting the decision now” he smirked

“But what says I can’t seduce you today” I smirk trying to get my hand out the bars to play with  his hair

“Oh no you dont” he says pointing his gun at me again “No hands outside the bars, or you wont have no hands” he says

“What does it matter I’m getting hanged tomorrow anyway” I laugh

“You keep being so damn miss behaved will come in there and give you a spanking I swear” he smirks at me

“Why not I don’t learn well” I smirk 

“Don’t want you escaping hun” He smirks

“I promise I wont escape, Ive come to terms with my death Whitey i dont fear it I aint getting out of it, I killed a bad man I aint afraid of my maker for that” I smile

“You promise, no trying to escape?” he asks

“I promise, after a spanking I always become such a good girl” I smirk

“Oh why didn’t you get a spanking  before you shot a man” he laughs

“You weren’t about then” I smirk

“should have called on me” he smirked

“I remember, for another life” I smirk “When I get the drive to be a bad girl so find Whitey Winn he’ll spank a bad girl back to being good for a dollar and eighty eighty cents” I smirk

“Wow, Im charging now?” he smirks

“I think you would first few girls that would be free but the ones like me who would keep coming back they get charged, but every tenth is free or something like that” I smirk 

“I suppose you would be my number one customer” he smirks

“Oh I would have to move in with you for you to keep up with my business Mr Winn, it would save a lot of time and money for us both if I would just seduce you and marry you, then I would get it free every night” I smirk leaning on the bars setting my tits around the center pole so it goes between my tits and starring at him as I lick up the pole

“Not every night, some night’s my little wifey gotta look after her husband” he smirks

“I would, every night after my spanking, I’ll suck ya till ya scream big boy” I smirk

“Oh would you now?” he smirks looking me up and down and I just wink at him

“Just a little business Idea for ya, In your next life” I smirk

“I’ll think about it” he laughs “But how will I in this next life meant to know it’s you?” he smirks

“You wont forget me” I smirk winking at him “Could I have something to eat your sheriff might be merciful with his bullets but by god is he stingey with the dinners around here” I beg

“Alright, what do you want? i think theirs some cakes and things somewhere” he offers leaving my bars for a moment to look around 

“Fruit if you got some, I’m dieting to many cakes ...don’t wanna cheat now I’m so close to death and all” I giggle so he gets me a banana “Ohh thank you” I giggle trying to take it

“Hands in the bars, I told ya bout that” he sighs giving me the banana 

“Big one” I smirk

“guessed you probably liked the big ones” he smirks as I peal it

“I have a feeling you aint talking bout fruit no more?” I laugh

“Maybe I aint” he smirks “go on then you wanted it” he sighs so i smirk taking as much of it as I possibly could almost the whole thing in my mouth in one go and looking at him I saw him bite his lip a little excited so I bite making him jump “You are a dirty girl” he sighs

“Your the one thinking off it like that” I smirk “soo, what times my hanging?” i ask

“Nine” he shrugs

“Really can’t you push it back a bit I want my last morning to be a lie in” I beg

“sorry hun nothing I can do bout it” he shrugs

“Fine don’t I get like a last meal?” I smirk

“sorry can’t afford it, this place aint exactly a golden city” he sighs

“It’s okay, what about a last request?” I smirk

“in the morning hun” he smirks going to sit in his chair and sleep as it was getting fairly late now 

“Whitey?” I smirk

“Yes?” he asks

“What would push you enough to spank me?” I smirk

“if you want it so damn bad you only gotta ask darlin’“ he smirks leaning his arm on his desk and smirking at me

“Nope, wont feel the same, has to be for being bad” I smirk and I just giggle putting both my hands out side the bars trying to reach him “Ohh my hands are out” I smirk “and my head” i giggle sticking my head out the bar’s but he just laughed at me 

“You just want a spanking that’s all you want?” he smirks

“but only for being bad” I smirk

“well if you got dollar eighty eight cents I’ll find something bad you’ve done” he smirks leaning on my bars so I dug some money out my bra and stuck it out the bars and he happily took it counting it all making sure it was real and such “this is four dollars” he says

“I know, It should be a long one” I smirk

“alright, i will keep this any bad thing you do you get a spanking” he smirks

“But I want it now!” I complain

“Hun Im in here all night if you dont act up by morning i’ll give ya the money back” he smirks going and sitting in his chair and almost instantly was asleep so I sigh sitting on my bed for a while very grumpy i feel in pain somehow when I moved I moved a hair pin in my hair and it was poking me so I took it out and smirked seeing the door lock better getting on my knees and picking the lock pretty easy it didn't even wake him up so I smirked sitting on his desk and taking one of his guns 

“Hey Whitey” I smirk he opened his eyes facing my cell and quickly noticing I wasn’t in it and that I was pointing his own gun at him

“How did you do that?” he asks more surprised I did it then mad at me for it

“hair pin” I giggle with a shrug he quickly gets up grabbing my arm taking his gun back and throwing me back in my cell locking the cell again and holding his hand out to me so I hand over my hair pin

“the rest too” he sighs so I take all my hair pins out and hand them over to him letting my hair fall down all over the place and  he threw my hair pins away out the window “You are a very bad girl when ya wanna be” he smirks grabbing my waist though the bars and forcing my back tightly against the bars and I felt his hand very firmly grab my arse cheek 

“ohhh Mr Winn I don’t believe a grope was part of the arrangement” I smirk

“Yeah well then you broke out and stole my gun, Bad girls get a spanking, Naughty girls get fucked,but sexy girls have to cum” he smirks

“Which am I?” I smirk

“That’s just the problem darlin’ your all of them” he smirks before spanking me hard though the bars making me lightly groan “cant get a proper angle though the bars” he sighs

“why don’t you come in here then?” I smirk 

“No more escaping” he smirks and I nod

“Good girl” he smirks unlocking my door and quickly locking himself back inside with me “bend over the bed” he smirks at me but I shake my head “Oh but you where being so good, going back to bad girl now you know what your getting for it?” he smirks coming over obviously to bend me over himself but I grab his neck and kiss him hard until he melts into my kisses and I pull away leaving him wanting more but I turn around putting my hands on the cell bars putting them on the outside of the bars separating my legs to stand easier and within seconds I felt his hand on my waist soothing me for a moment as you would a beast before you kill it and sharply and painfully his hand hits me spanking me hard he kept going each time harder and rougher on me making me moan louder each time biting my mouth to the point of blood wanting more worse harder faster and as if he heard my request he moved up my dress revealing my bare ass cheeks to him and spanking me harder making me moan loudly for a moment running his hands all over me exploring me for a moment “You know if you went such a bad girl, I think I would marry you” he smirked

“You know?” I smirk

“I would, but if you went so bad You wouldn’t like spanking so much would you?” he smirks and I just moan in response as he spanks me again my cheek feeling sore already “and I’m not sure I would like ya any other way” he smirks

“Ohh... good girl or bad I will always need a spanking whitey” I smirk

“Good” he smirks spanking me hard both sides making me moan loudly almost screaming “where you gonna say somthing?” he smirks

“No” I begin

“Lair” he smirks doing it again but harder

“UMMMM!” I scream

“come on you wanna say somthin’ what is it?”

“Nothing” I groan

“Lair” He smirks spanking me harder then ever both sides making it sting insantly

“Uhh WHITEY!” I moan

“Ohhh Thats what it was, you where moaning for me” he smirks doing it again 

“UHHHH WHITEY!” I moan

 “I think this is the best my hands can do Im afraid missy” he smirks as I hear him fiddling with somthing little metal sounds and suddenly 

“UHHHHH WHITEY!” I scream as he spanks me with his empty gun it felt so bad but so so good “Uhhh Whitey Please” I beg

“what you want it again?” he smirks and I just nod and he spanks me using his hands again to tease me

“Please Whitey!” I beg and within seconds I feel him use his gun again

“Uhhhhhh WHITEY YES!” I scream hearing my screams spook the horses outside 

“one for breaking out” he smirks hitting me hard again spanking me with his gun “two for taking my gun” he smirks doing it again “three for being so dirty” and again and again “and this one cause I like ya screaming” he smirks hitting me again harder then before leaving me as a moaning mess against the bars “that’s enough spanking for one night hun” he smirks

“What No! Whitey please more Please Please! just a little more” I beg “this might be the last time I get a spanking and our so good at it” I beg

“am I?” he smirks running his hands all over me and spanking me again less hard this time

“Uhh Yes! Whitey please” I beg

“No more spanking” he smirks making me sigh a little annoyed he stopped till I felt something on me on my bare skin something big, and hard and throbbing

“Ummm Whitey, is that your gun on my back or do you just really like spanking me” I smirk

“well My guns are in there hostlers darlin’” he smirks

“thought so” I giggle 

“so it’s not my gun one guess gone, what else could it be?” he smirks

“Ummmm maybe some more fruit for me?” I smirk playing with him

“Ohh good guess, but sorry honey wrong again” he smirks spanking me hard again

“Uhhh Whitey” I moan softly

“go on then...what is it?” he smirks

“Your cock?” I smirk

“well done” he smirks “do you wanna guess where my cock is going?” he smirks

“Im my pussy?” I ask sweetly

“Got it in one darlin’“ he smirks and I feel him move me up a little where I had fallen a little cause of my spanking and slowly push inside me 

“Ohhhh Whitey!” I moan as soon as I felt him inside me it felt so good my god am i gonna miss him when he leaves again it takes him a little while he starts to move going all the way out just leaving the tip inside me and going back as deep as he could go “UHHH WHITEY YES! OH GOD WHITEY!” I moan

“Uhh god damn your Good” he moans back

“I havent had a man in here since 1882 should have cleaned up the place” I smirk

“oh no bother darlin’ I’ll make do” he smirks grabbing my hips hard and going in and out and in and out so fast and so deep god it made me gush on the inside and outside i swear someone will have to clean the floor under me soon else I might just be the cause of a La Belle flash flood I could hear the horse outside causing a lot of noise almost as much as we where in here “what the hells wrong with him” He sighs

“He knows his masters riding something else” I smirk

“Oh yeah, think he’s jealous” he smirks thrusting slowly and teasingly 

“Oh I would Indeed, but I aint quiet so used to having such a powerful stallion between my legs” I smirk

“You aint talking bout horses no more are ya missy” he smirks 

“Indeed I aint Mr Winn” I smirk so he smirks at me more going as fast, as hard, as deep and as rough as humanly possible I felt my orgasm explode inside me spraying my squirt all over his cock as I rocked into a state of bliss by his continued pounding trying to make my high last as long as possible but even when it began to die he didn’t stop he kept up this pase for so long I was rearing again but as I felt my pussy twinge so close to another I felt him shoot off inside me like a firework the hot sticky stuff coating my insides his thrusts slow and small trying to elongate his pleasure for as long as he could trying to avoid the pain of the gentlemen’s after orgasm his hips jerking in some odd angles and ways trying to get every drop of his seed inside me

“Uhhh Good girl” He moans still calming down

“My god Mr Winn, if I knew breaking out got me that, I would have broken out ten times by now” I smirk just as he pulled out of me i felt so empty him not being here anymore

“Umm Miss Y/n if I knew how good that was I’m not sure I would have ever left you alone” he smirked

“Uhh I’ll hold you too that whitey next time” I smirk sitting on my bed and he sat beside me both of us exhausted letting his now soft and smaller cock just sit out his pants to lazy to fix it 

“You wanna know somthin’?” he smirks and I just nod still calming down “I’ve never done that before”

“really?” I giggle

“Yeah, Never even kissed a young lady... until tonight” he smirked at me

“Ummm I doubt that whitey, your far to good at spanking to be so innocent” I smirk

“No honest, Never, you where my first” he smiles at me blushing a little

“aww whitey” I giggle cuddling closely to him “I would make you feel better the old Oh I was too dont worry, but honestly I dont even know who my first was...some horny boy in the forest most likely” I sigh “so, hanging tomorrow morning” I sigh

“Unfortunately so darlin’“ he sighs looking a bit upset 

“You where all for my hanging before, im a sick little murder” I smirk

“that was before I feel in love with ya” he smirks giving me a kiss

“yeah well, shit happens” I sigh “now I do believe I owe you something Whitey Winn, I said a good husband spanks his lady to make her behave and she rewards her good husband with sucking him till he screams, you might not be my husband but you still spanked me better then any man Ive never known, not even my pa could spank me back to being good as good as you can whitey” I smirk

“thanks I’ll take that as a compliment, but you dont owe me nothing the deal was a spanking for a suck i got to fuck ya thats much better if anything I owe you” he smirks

“and you made me cum almost twice actually, Id say I owe you one” I smirk

“sorry I was trying to get you there I swear I was but...I couldn't hold it no more” he sighs

“It’s okay, you’ll just have to owe me” I smirk “and i’ll owe you one” I smirk giving him a kiss “Whitey winn” i smirk “You think in another life I could’ve been Mrs Winn?” I smirk

“un doubt-ably” he smiles

“I look forward to when I get to live that one” I smirk “I don’t think i will be so luck to get that one next” I smirk

“I hope you do” he smiles at me giving me a few more sweet kisses before we both feel asleep here in my cell