#honestly blows me away everytime

[brightbleuu]

I want to be loved like how Ivan loved Till because wtf.

Ivan looked at Till with such delicacy, but at times, he'd be looking at him with such sadness. It's as if he knew that Till would never look at him, and he was fine with that. Like in Round 3 (Black Sorrow) around 2:34 - 2:46 you can see when till looks at ivan with guilt and goes back and all you see is Ivan face being filled with sadness because he knew that he wouldn't change Till's mind about not going back to save/stay with mizi. As well as when Ivan's facial expressions change from sadness to him completely collecting himself (2:46 - 2:50) and him reaching out his hand as if he was trying to reach out to Till in that moment when they were kids escaping.

If you really think about it, nothing was gonna ever change Ivan's fate. Yes, Ivan could've lived, but he would would've just been another person in Till's world. Till, on the other hand, would've still continued to look/try to catch Mizi's attention every chance he gets.

if it weren't to save Till in round 6, when Ivan dies, till wouldve died because tbh Ivan should've been the one to win but he didnt want that for till if it meant killing himself for it. But now, this time, Till has now finally seen Ivan!! Im sure Till will be haunted for the rest of his life after finally realizing that ivan loved him. Maybe even so much it changes the way he once viewed Ivan as. I sure hope he finds peace soon after all my baby has been through.

[cathnospam]

Thinking about doing one of those 21 sex questions for couples with canon!Katsuki Bakugo aka your boyfriend.

Black!Reader, Virginity Loss Mentioned, Canon!Bakugo, Mentions of Sex, Slightly Smutty, Bantering

He thinks it’s stupid at first. Not wanting to engage in such a dumb activity, “For fucking what? I already know everything about your body.”

Bakugo was always the type to tell you no, as he was doing it, but this suggestion did take a bit of convincing seeing as he was never the type to be very vocal about the intimate moments with you both.

“C’mon…” You whine holding his strong bicep he had curled in with the other. You almost get distracted by his strength and began lifting your legs to swing on him as if you were a monkey.

“ALRIGHT!” He shrugs you off, sucking his teeth seeing how excited you were to finally wear him down. “What are the questions, dumbass.”

You both lean on the headboard of your dorm bed and scroll through the several ads and comments to find the section of questions.

“Okay, first question; are you and your partner sexually active—“

“Obviously.”

“‘Suki…”

“What?! It’s a dumbass question.”

You roll your eyes and scoff at your pouting boyfriend still with his arms crossed and eye’ing you down and landing his eyes back to the screen.

“Does your partner know how to satisfy you?”

“Well yes, I believe you do.”

Bakugo blows out his nose and looks away, not wanting to answer you almost took offense and your face must have shown it, because he gestures his hand out to you, “Of course you do, dumbass why do you think we do it a lot.”

“A lot is an understatement.”

“What?! Not even you idiot!”

“When’s the last time we had sex, ‘Suki.”

“…”

“Hellooooo.”

“Am I answering your questions or the fucking websites.”

“Question 4: How often do you and your partner have sex.”

“DON’T SKIP 3–“

“QUESTION 4–“

“THIS FUCKING AFTERNOON WE DID SO WHAT?”….”You were practically begging for my dick.”

“I wasn’t the one humping your ass when I got out the shower—“

“SHUT UP. And I wasn’t humping you I’m not a fucking dog.”

“Grinding whatever, your dick almost slipped inside from what you was doing!”

“AND?!”

“We have had sex about 4 times this week. It’s only Tuesday.”

Bakugo shifts around, cheeks warming up, he can’t help it. Honestly, it shocked him how much he enjoyed sex with you, you took each other virginity and through out the time you both were just having casual sex it was a lot of learning involved and it became addictive to him. It started off as him just wanting to learn to be better, but now the improvement is what also motivates him.

The way you scratch his back, the way you cream on his dick, your soft plushy body against his, the faces you make are all because of him. You subconsciously stroke his ego when you do that.

You became his best worst distraction. The main reason it became embarrassing for him is because you brought it out. He loves and hates you sometimes for it.

“Then we’ll cool down. I told you to always tell me no if you don’t want to.” He deadpans trying to ignore how shy I’m his body language is becoming.

“Who said I wanted that? I never told you no for a reason. Blondie.”

“Don’t call me that.”

You giggle, looking back at the dimly lit screen to scroll for more questions, “What’s something or somethingS your partner does during or after sex you can’t get enough of.”

You wait, turning your head at your Blondie, seeing as he is looking at your first to respond, “Ladies first.”

“You—ugh fine.” You sit up from your bent over position and Katsuki’s eyes couldn’t tear from yours. In all honesty he was curious to know too. “I love those…rare moments when you’re directly in my ear and you moan my name, you don’t talk often during, but it’s …hot or whatever.”

He huffs out a chuckle looking away for a moment, he figured from the way you clench down everytime he does.

“Anything else?”

You pause, poking your tongue through your cheek. “Yeah. When you hold my hand when you go down on me, you always act like I would hate your sweat on your hands when I really love it.”

“Because you’re gross.”

“Oh shut up!”

“….what else.”

His voice grew soft. You didn’t want to tease him about it, but you also loved when he became attentive to what you said, you knew by the twinkle in his eye he wants to know more, mainly because he definitely will be doing all those things you love even more now.

“I love when you slap my ass. It hurts in a good way.”

“I do too. Next time I might land an explosion on it—“

“You bet not, you damn pervert.”

“Shut up, what else.”

“…um….it’s embarrassing.”

“Just fucking tell me it’s just us.”

“….When you clean me up after, y’know either with a towel or in the bath. And sometimes in the bath it lead to you to …”

“To…?”

“Finger me.”

You notice the curl in his lip, it’s kinda hot to him how you’re admitting all of this. He wants to pry more, but from your embarrassment he will spare you…for now.

“Well, I guess I like how you get so clingy when you’re cumming. It’s hot. You act like a fucking koala and you just won’t let go of me.”

“Just Like…?”

“Tch.”

You teased him, you knew that word love is still hard for him to say, and you both knew what he meant, but it was worth a try to get him to say it.

“I ….enjoy when you demand what you want. Like the other day when you told me to lay back so you can ride my thigh.”

“….” You couldn’t say much but smile and feel shy. Honestly it was something you were terrified to do because who on earth tells Katsuki what to do?

“Good. Glad y’liked it.”

“Don’t make it a regular occurrence though you not in charge here.”

“Shut up!”

“Also when you kiss me all over after cumming. You’re such a damn sap after getting your brains fucked out it’s kinda hot.”

“Y’know….”

“What it’s true, dumbass.”

“Anything else.” You sang, seeing his flinch at you coming closer to his face he groans, “That’s all you can’t get enough of?”

“Tch…I ain’t telling you all of ‘em.”

“It would take all night.”

Bakugo prayed you wouldn’t hear that last part, but you did. Knowing he would probably walk out the room, so you don’t tease him, “One more. Just one more.”

For the first time in a while you seen conflict in his eyes, also similar to when you first asked him if he was ready to have sex with you.

The silence was loud, not awkward but it was enough to make you want to move on until he spoke—-

“The way you trust me.”

“…”

“You let me inside you, touch you, and all that mushy shit we have read in those books and knowing you let me is fucking…hot or whatever.”

“….”

“I say bend over you do it, I make you say my name and you do it, I say on your knees you do it….you just….trust that I’m ganna take care of you. Like you depend on me.”

You still didn’t have much to say, you realized being dependent on Katsuki was something he always took pride in. He may “complain”, but deep down he loves knowing he is the only one that sees you at your most vulnerable.

Bakugo hates the silence, throwing up all of that love knowing damn well he struggles to even say the word, he groans uncomfortably, “Fucking say something—“

You lean over to him, lips crashing gently with his, you taste the minty mess of his breath as he slides his tongue inside your mouth, a natural reflex he has a habit of doing whenever you two kiss.

“Of course I trust you. You’re Katsuki.”

His eyes widen for a second before pulling away, “The hell thats supposed to mean.” He says light heartily .

“‘Means you’re worth trusting….I hope you trust me too.”

You idiot. If only you knew he trusts his life with you.

You stretch back on the headboard and exhale and ease the tension, “Been knowing you and ‘Zuzu since elementary of course I grew to trust you.”

Bakugo groans at the mention of Deku and that damn nickname. “Whatever.” He blushes. “What are the other questions.”

“Oh so noooowwww you wanna know—-“

“WHAT ARE THEY?!”

[wysteria-bloom]

↪" you amaze me "

Bg3 x reader

Giving them a surprise kiss

Warnings : suggestive on Halsin's part... Spoilers for bg3 (duh).

Genre : fluff

A/n : I have 367 hours in this game so I believe that I am worthy enough to write for these characters I love so very much. I am extremely open to requests for bg3 please send me all the stuff you want to see! I'm not gonna include minsc and jaehira for obvious reasons.

Characters : halsin, astarion, wyll, gale, gortash, rolan, raphael

▢ astarion

Leans into the kiss almost immediately. Its usually how he responds to any affection coming from you. Rests a gentle hand on your arm as he deepens the kiss with a pleased little smile on his lips.

When you break from the kiss, still has the smile on his lips, his eyes looking down at you softly, " can't get enough of me, darling?" He cooed out teasingly, a giddiness to him that wasn't there a few minutes ago.

You nip his jaw," stop getting cocky. I caught you off-gaurd, admit it."

He gasped in offence," and here I thought my beautiful partner was merely expressing how much they loved me." Shaking his head at you with an exagerrated pout," shame on you."

"... That's a 'yes'." You smirked.

"Oh shut up," pulls you into another kiss full of laughter.

▢ gale

Blinks for a good 5 seconds before finally responding to the kiss in full, hand curling through your hair to cup the back of your head. A wistful sigh blows through his nose as he leans into the kiss more.

When you pull away, he still holds your head. You smile happily at him," Hello, love." You greet cutely.

Sends you a bashful little smile, pressing his forehead to yours," Well... hello to you too."

"Were you surprised?"

"Oh-hoh?" He grinned with amusement," there was a goal behind all this?"

You tilt your head from side to side," eh... I did have one. But I also just wanted to kiss my handsome husband."

Clears his throat, cheeks warming," Oh, well consider me th..thoroughly surprised, then."

▢ wyll

It only takes him a second to respond to your kiss, cupping both sides of your face so gently and rubbing a thumb across your jawline. A small happy hum falls from his lips as he's kissing you.

When pulling away, his lips chase after yours, giving you a final little peck," You amaze me. Everytime." He breathed out, always has something cheesy to say after every kiss but it never fails to make your heart stutter.

You huff," You're impossible to surprise, yknow? You're too smooth."

He laughs," will it make you feel better if I said you gave me butterflies?"

A hum and then a smile you nodded to him," I believe that's substantial. However, you need to pay for your indiscretions with a kiss."

"Whatever will I do?" Wyll leans down, nose pressing against yours," I have no choice but to give in, hm?"

"No choice." You agreed, hands moving to his waist as he cups your face.

He presses his lips to yours excitedly.

▢ gortash

He's doing some paperwork when you give him a little kiss on the cheek. Not reacting at first, he finished his signature before looking up at you, a softness to his eyes," Can I help you?"

You merely give him an innocent smile," just reminding you that I love you."

He blinks for a moment before he hums, a slow grin reaching his lips," I see.." He places a hand to your hip, rubbing it slowly with a thumb," Well, I fear I need another reminder then, my dear."

"Greedy," You cooed out before pressing a proper kiss to his lips.

▢ raphael

Is certainly shocked for a split second. He was only telling you about a recent poem he had read and enjoyed.

He cups the back of your neck with his clawed hand, deepening the kiss with huff of amusement. Before breaking the kiss he nips at your bottom lip with his sharp teeth," It's rude to interrupt."

You hum, pressing another kiss to his jaw," You're too endearing when you talk about your poems." You reply honestly.

"Oh good, I was afraid I was boring you." No, he wasn't. He knew how engaged you got in his little speils. That was endearing.

"You could never." He drags you into another kiss with a lot more flames stoked beneath it.

▢ halsin

A low hum of surprise and then a slow smile reaches his lips. His large hands rest on your waist as he deepens this kiss, feeling heat build between the two of you the more passionate it grows.

When you pull away from eachother there's a trail of saliva left between your lips. His eyes are a lot darker now, a yellow shine to them," is there something you need, my heart?" He questioned with that low tone of his.

"Just you."

Pins you to a nearby tree and kisses your neck," that I'll give you in abundance."

▢ rolan

Was in the middle of complaining to you about how you put a book in the wrong place. He had that cute little frown on his face, the grouchy furrow to his brows and the agitated swish of his tail.

You just couldn't help yourself. Leaning forwards, you caught his lips with yours, making him shut up completely. He stared down at you with wide eyes before he moans a little and leans into the kiss.

His tail curls around your leg, dragging you closer to him as he leaned back against the bookcase behind him.

When you pulled away for a breath, he still had his eyes closed for a good five seconds.

Looks into your eyes for a moment before he cups your jaw," you can't kiss your way through an argument." He huffs out.

"I just did."

"Did you? What if I'm still mad at you?"

You grinned at him," Your tail says otherwise, love."

He scoffed and tried to frown but his lips kept twitching," You're impossible." Pulls you into a more heated kiss, arms wrapping around you protectively.

[savingcrxws]

EYES ON FIRE | just pretend

[ next chap ]

synopsis. you and carmen start off on the wrong foot and richie stirs the pot.

word count. 3.5k

warnings. language, hardly proofread but i tried

authors note. lets goooo, this is based off of this headcanon that i would recommend reading before this chapter(kinda treat it as a prologue)--lets get to part one!

"Richie, you dick."

If you had a dime for everytime Richard Jerimovich managed to inconvenience you, you could probably buy the Bean three times over.

But this, this really takes the cake. 

“Well if it isn’t our little college graduate here in good ol’ Orleans Street,” Richie cheers, throwing his hands in the air in fake surprise as a smirk rises slowly onto his face. You feel like if you were to glare at the man any harder, you might actually make his head explode.

“What brings you here, sweetheart?”

You take a minute to try to collect yourself before you absolutely blow up in Richie’s face. Carmen stands directly across from you, just behind the bar, dressed in a dirtied white tee stained in a sauce of some kind. He’s very obviously avoiding eye contact with you, leaning over the bar and seemingly very interested in the walls around you. 

“If I recall correctly, you asked me to come here, Richie,” you grit out, gripping the tote bag that hangs over your shoulder tighter. You press your lips together before a choice few words slide from between your teeth.

You see Carmen tense up at what you said, shoulders hunching up before dropping almost as quickly. The dirty blonde brings a hand up to his forehead in what you can only assume to be pure disbelief. 

You continue. “You called me literally like, two hours ago.”

“Really, me? You sure it wasn’t another Richie? Maybe a Rick?”

“Richie, please don’t piss me off right now. I swear to God–”

A loud slam interrupts the developing argument and nealyr sends you flying out of your skin.

Your eyes dart over to Carmen, whose hands are splayed flat across the span of the bar. His head is tilted down, curls falling to cover almost all of what you could see of his face. He takes a breath before turning his head to look at the older man behind him. 

His face is a bright red, angry flush sinking down past the collar of his shirt.

“Richie, you motherfucker,” he grits out, dragging a hand down his mouth before slamming his fist on the bar counter, rattling the plates and miscellaneous cups that littered across it. Richie tenses up behind him, catching on to the anger almost radiating off of him.

"Why the fuck would you invite her here?" Carmen yells, speaking of you like you weren't only a couple feet away from him. You frown, insulted at his disregard of you.

"Oh believe me, I hardly am jumping to be here myself, Berzatto." You spit.

Richie raises his hands in defense, taking a step back as Carmen bucks up towards him. “Hey, man, don’t shoot the messenger.” He casts a stray hand in your direction and Carmen’s eyes instinctively follow, making eye contact for the first time since you entered the restaurant.

The heat of his stare was strong, something that you could best describe as a blend of anxiety and anger. You notice that his eyes trail up and down your form, not in a "checking you out way" and more of a "I cant believe you're here right now" way.

“Bug usually never responds to my messages! Honestly, how was I supposed to know she would now,” Richie continues, still trying to maintain distance away from Carmen.

Carmen seems overwhelmed, split between jumping at Richie for his fake naivete or running a million miles away from you. He curls his hands into fist, and for a second, you think he's going to throw a punch. Quickly though, Carmen steps away from Richie and casts one more look towards you.

You wait for him to say something to your face, but he doesn't.

“I’m leaving,” Carmen mumbles under his breath, taking in another deep breath before abruptly turning and throwing open the kitchen door. The swinging door flies out and hits the wall, a sudden crack that you are sure would leave a dent later.  Almost immediately, you hear the sound of distant bustling and pans clattering around. 

A voice yells out in confusion. “What the hell, Jeff?”

You bring a hand to your forehead, feeling a headache incoming. It couldn’t have been more than three minutes and simply being around Carmen had given you more stress than you’ve had in the past week. Casting a glance up at Richie, you give him a final glare. The man simply shrugs his shoulders and gives a charismatic grin. “Well, that was pleasant wasn’t it, bug?” 

“Ayo, Richie, what the fuck is up with Jeff,” a voice questions as they walk in from the path of destruction that Carmen left in his behind. The owner of that voice is none other than Tina, and for some reason, seeing her alleviates at least some of the headache you feel pulsating across your skull. Tina casts a confused glance at Richie, who simply points over in your direction. Tina’s eyes follow and when she makes eye contact with you a familiar smile drapes across her lips. 

"Oh, well now I understand why Jeff's so pissed off."

"Yeah, and then the asshole has the nerve to act all coy, like he didn't blow my phone up with messages begging me to go down to the restaurant," you complained, throwing your head back to take another gulp of the wine in your cup.

In front of you, Sugar swirled her own glass of sparkling grape juice, shaking her head in disbelief at the absurdity of it all.

Shortly after Tina had walked out, you had left the restaurant (not before flipping Richie the bird) and immediately went to text Sugar for a rant session. Being the absolute angel that she is, she agreed almost immediately, stating that she had some qualms she wanted to rave about as well. Two glasses of Merlot for you and some non-alcoholic beverages for Natalie later, you two were sitting on the two ends of Sugar's couch, the TV playing a rerun of Selling New York as background sound for your current conversation.

"Yeah, Richie is a jerk." You nod in appreciation for her understadning your annoyance.

"And don't even get me started on you-know-who's reaction? He barely even acknowledged my existence!" You throw your free hand in the air. "Speaking about me like I wasn't right there?"

You release an exasperated sigh. "The ego on that guy."

Natalie hums, taking a languid sip of her drink. "Well, that sounds like Carmy alright. A tiny little ball of asshole-ery at any given point of time." The blonde reaches a hand over and places it on your knee. "Sorry my brother is such a dick."

You give a small smile at Sugar, resting your own hand on top of hers. "No need, it's clear you took all the 'sane person' genes in the Berzatto bloodline." Your joke pulls a giggle out of Sugar, the slight truth of her statement not missing between the two of you.

"But enough about me," you place your glass down on her coffee table before continuing. "What's going on in your life Nat?"

You listen as she rants about the stress of preparing for a bringing baby into the home. She talks about how those Al-Anon meetings she regularly attends are going, and how her one coworker Bryson seems to have a vendetta against her.

After a moment, Natalie coughs slightly, eyes darting across the living room in thought before returning back to you. "And well, I hate to keep talking about Carmy but..."

The smile drops quickly off of your face as Sugar trails the last word. "But what, Suge?"

"Buttt, Carmen's trying to rebuild The Beef," Sugar peers down into the contents of her glass as she speaks, "he's rebranding it as The Bear, and I've been trying to help him and the crew get everything sorted before they start tearing the building down."

You press your lips together tight at the mention of the familiar name.

"Personally, Carm, I don't see much wrong with the restaurant now?"

"The place is held together by a roll of duct tape and a dream, bug, I don't think you have to look very hard to see some issues."

You glance up at him from your position on his chest, looking as he gazed up at the ceiling of your bedroom. While his gaze was physically directed at the old glow in the dark stars scattered across the ceiling, you could tell his head was in a total different world.

"So you want to start a new restaurant?" You question, watching as Carmen shakes his head as soon as the words leave your lips.

"Nah, I just want to make it better, ya know? For Mikey, and Sugar, and Ma."

Sugar, noticing you are distracted, stops her sentence and gives a little frown, watching as your gaze drifts off somewhere distant.

Despite the years that have past, she knows that you still have feelings towards her brother. She was there for most of it, watching as you and Carmen went from daily hangouts to a weekly phone call, to a monthly check-in text, to, well, nothing.

She consoled you through most of the grieving phase of a post-breakup, like you had done for her a couple of times before. And after a few weeks of busting into tears anytime his name was mentioned, you began to heal, and focused those strong emotions towards improving yourself.

Natalie let a wistful sigh, pulling you out of your thoughts. Shaking the fog away, you give a remorseful smile at having basically cut Sugar off midway through her spiel. She gives you another small smirk before shaking her head, dismissing your silent apology with a wave of her hand. She draws another sip of her sparkling juice.

"But Carmen has been driving me up the wall with all the shit he wants me to help juggle. If I schedule one more appointment I might pull my hair out."

"Oh no, please don't do that, honey," Pete calls out from the kitchen, very obviously having been listening in on your gossip time from the kitchen table. Sugar gives off slight grimace at Pete's abrupt callout at her obvious exaggeration, shrugging her shoulders and giving a placating call back towards her husband.

Reaching back towards the table, you grab the wine glass from earlier. "Do you have anyone to help you? You know I have some connects who can manage the money and strategy end?" You offer, more than willing to alleviate some of the stress from your friend's shoulders.

"Yeah, can I have that guy who assisted you when you managed La Raison?" Sugar teases. "I have no idea how you managed to help that business go from near bankrupt to one of the best sellers down Michigan Avenue."

"Carter? Yeah, no. That dude was an asshat. He was more useful kissing up to the store owners than actually doing his job," you shake your head at the mention of one of your old employers. Since graduating, you had taken into strategic and financial management for businesses across Chicago. La Raison had been one of your main businesses for a while, the owners soon becoming close friends of yours.

You loved what you did, though business management sounded like a right pain to most, you found joy in being able to rub your braincells together and actually make a difference. Plus, the pay wasn't too bad either.

Sugar chuckles. "Yeah, well, I wish I could just have you as a little angel on my shoulder, giving me all the answers to all of these problems that keep popping up."

Though she was joking, you can see the way her brows furrow simply thinking of all of the things that she has to do. You could only imagine the stress she is under right now. Balancing opening a new restaurant with her ever-present family dilemmas, and a baby on the way?

Natalie was beyond used to extensive stress, so you know she won't verbally express all of her worries. But the thought of Sugar carrying all of that on her shoulders draws a slight frown on your face.

Before you know it, the thoughts are falling from your brain and past your lips.

"What if I helped you manage the place."

You honestly do not know why you offered to help manage this fuckery that is disguised as a restaurant.

Shortly after you had offered to help, it was as if Natalie had died, saw the light, and returned back to Earth. She squealed like a teenage girl and thanked you profusely. While she shaked you and explained all the things that needed to be done, you slowly began to realize the implications of your offer.

You, helping Natalie manage Carmen, your ex-boyfriend's, restaurant. A responsibility that would obviously take months.

And honestly, you were tempted to withdraw your offer despite the happy squeals of relief that Natalie was letting out. That was, until the tears of relief started pouring from her eyes.

Those pregnancy hormones really guilt tripped you.

Now, a week later, you're back at The Beef. Well, you suppose The Beef is gone officially now, the rusting sign pulled down from its former position hanging above the restaurant entrance.

"Why the hell did I sign up for this shit," you question out loud, watching as Manny and Angel pulling out a broken sign from inside the restaurant. Sighing, you reach into your bag and pull out a cigarette box, pulling one out before digging for your lighter in your back pocket.

"Mami, what are you doing here?" You turn around at the voice behind you, cigarette hanging loosely from your lips. Tina stands behind you, a smile stretched across her lips. "Seeing you two weeks in a row? Someone must be dying."

You smile, opening your arms for a hug that Tina reciprocates. "Oh you know, I'm here to save your asses from complete and utter failure." Tina gently pats your back as you pull apart, and it makes you regret not checking in on her and the rest of the crew more often.

"Missed you, T." You mutter, a small grin pulling up on one corner of your mouth.

"Missed you too, mami," Tina pats your arm before wrapping her hand around your elbow. "Now, I'm not trying to step on your toes but...you do know who your helping out right?"

You grimace at her implication, the reality hitting you once again. Behind those glass windows stands the man who took your heart and literally tossed it away like it was nothing. Took all of those years that you had spent together and wasted it away.

Broke up with you over fucking text.

And now, you're about to walk into his restaurant and help Sugar, and, consequently, help him fix this fuck up.

Talk about fate.

"Yeah, T," you start, letting her guide you towards the entrance of the restaurant, where you see Marcus and Fak carrying out some lockers. You wave towards the men, to which Fak responds with such enthusiasm that he drops some of the lockers on the ground, much to Marcus' chagrin.

You grimace before continuing. "Just helping my asshole ex because his sister is my bestie."

Sugar had texted you that Sydney, Carmen's former sous chef and business partner, had been more than happy to hire you as a strategic manager for the business. Although she didn't mention it, you knew that a certain dirty-blonde was not so excited at mention of you coming to help.

"He knows we need the help, no matter how fragile his tiny little ego is," Natalie had told you, a knowing smile on her face.

"Don't lose your head, boss." Tina teases, pushing you first through the doorway. As you finally enter the store, you take note of the pure chaos that is the restaurant.

Plywood and debris scattered across the flower, miscellaneous kitchen supplies and utilities lining the walls. Ebraheim and Sweeps were taking a sledgehammer to some random panels, while Richie was yelling something from the kitchen. As you take in the madness, Tina pats your elbow before heading back towards the kitchen.

"Welcome to The Bear!" Richie calls out as soon as he notices you. Spreading his arms out in what you assume is a hug, you only offer him a solid stare. Richie drops his arms and heads towards you despite your very clear disdain for him at the moment. "Glad you could join the team, bug."

"Richie, why the hell are you covered in black dust?"

"Inconsequential, sweetheart," you roll your eyes at his response before stepping over the debris in front of you.

"Where's Nat, Richard," you question walking behind the bar and towards the office in the back. Richie grumbles something under his breath before shouting out 'office.' Busting through the kitchen door, you note that the kitchen is just as messy as the front of the house. Stepping over black dust on the ground, you tread over to the office.

"Suge? You in there?" You call out, peering over the corner and into the office. The room is unoccupied, filled with nothing but discarded papers with miscellaneous phone numbers and sprawled writings.

You make note of what you know to be Nat's handwriting, eyes trailing over all of her notes for appointments and scheduling. Your eyes also rove over the chicken scratch that you also know to be Carmen's scribbles. Placing your bag down on the desk, you sit down in the rolling chair and decide to wait for Sugar to come in.

You grabbed a random pile of papers and attempted to digest some of the information being presented to you.

Bank statements, IRS requests, insurance, licenses, permits.

Judging by all the shit that needed to get cleared just for the restaurant to legally be open, your surprised that Mikey wasn't being physically chased down by the IRS and thrown into jail.

"Hey, Sugar, Syd and I are going to work on the chaos menu tonight so I'm going to leave the rest up to you, okay?"

Carmen slings around the corner, too focused on pulling his coat on his shoulders to notice who exactly was sitting in the office.

Instinctively, you freeze at his sudden appearance in the doorway, breath caught in your throat. At the lack of response, Carmen finally looks up and makes direct eye contact with you.

His blue eyes widen, clearly not expecting you to be the person in the chair. You rack your brain over the next move to make, the silence continuing as he just stands in the doorway and practically gawks at your existence.

Deciding that staring indefinitely at each other was probably one of the worst things you can currently think of, you clear your throat to break the silence. That seems to break Carmen out of whatever state of shock he seemed to be in; you watch as he awkwardly wrings his hands, like he was at a lost of what to do next.

You're half-expecting him to make a repeat of the last time you saw each other and storm away from you. However, Carmen just stands there, eyes darting from you to random objects in the office then you again on repeat.

Both of you are waiting for the other to say something. To yell, chastise, and start an argument.

Biting the bullet, you start. "Hey, Carmen."

He seems to be taken aback that you even uttered his name, eyes meeting yours once again. You almost forgot how blue his eyes are-so bright that they're almost clear.

He nods in acknowledgement before saying your name to greet you in return.

Awkward silence fills the room once again. While you know that Carmen is hardly a conversationalist, this has to be the most painful quiet you've ever experienced.

Be amicable, you think to yourself. He's your boss/business partner now.

You're doing this for Sugar.

"Umm..," you trail off, eyes scanning the office around you in attempts to find something else to talk about. "I tried to find Nat, but she might have gone A.W.O.L"

Carmen nods his head a couple of times, a soft hmm leaving his lips. You can tell that he wants to say something, the words on the tip of his tongue but sealed behind his lips.

"Yeah, ok-okay, yeah." He nods rapidly, crossing his arms across his chest, lowering his gaze down to your shoes.

"Yep."

God, someone shoot me now.

Carmen clears his throat. "I-I-uuhh, you know, Sugar really appreciates the help."

You nod, licking your lips out of habit. "Yeah, she's told me."

"Yeah?"

"Yep."

Just when you were about to figure out a way to turn invisible or sink into the floor, Sugar rounds the corner and lightly bumps into Carmen's back. She lets out a noise of surprise from her throat and Carmen jerks forward a little.

"Carmy, why the fuck are you standing in the fucking doorwa-" Sugar cuts herself off when she spots you over her brother's shoulder. She makes eye contact with you and you swear you see a little mischief in her eyes. She pushes past Carmen to step inside of the office, crossing her arms over chest to assess the room.

You, sitting in the office chair, papers still grasped tightly in your hands and your lips practically licked dry from your nerves.

Across, Carmen stands angled towards Sugar, almost trying to physically minimize the amount of eye contact you two share.

Natalie surmises that she just saved the both of you from a very awkward moment "Oh, shit. Didn't mean to interrupt."

"No-no, uh, you're good, Sugar," Carmen sputters out, face flushing a bright red. He brings a hand over his mouth to physically stop the word vomit that was about to fall out of it. "Umm, was just gonna tell you that Sydney and I are leaving to work on the new menu."

Sugar's eyes dart over to you again, sitting stiffly in the office chair. She raises her eyebrows in question but you subtly shake your head.

Let's not talk about it right now.

She nods in acknowledgement before turning to fully face Carmen.

"Okay Carmy, you're good to go. Me and Bug here are just gonna get some paperwork sorted." Carmen looks in your direction at the use of the familiar nickname before he hmms again.

He takes a step back and waves his hand in goodbye. "All right, bye Sugar," he's fully outside of the doorway now, but he pauses before leaving you and Sugar's line of sight completely.

He stands there for a beat, running whatever thought across his mind a couple times. Finally, like he settled on an answer, Carmen gulps and raises his head to look at you.

He nods his head and whispers out your name and a goodbye, followed by a swift exit out of the kitchen.

You're practically stuck in the chair, the past five minutes having been a complete whirlwind. The kitchen door whips against the wall in a crack, the squeaking echoing from your place in the office. Your gaze is still focused on where your ex-boyfriend had stood not even a couple of seconds ago.

"Well," Sugar starts, a knowing smile across her face. "That wasn't as violent as I thought it was going to be."

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[damiansgoodgirll]

Hiii can I request a Damian Priest smut where him and the reader are Friends With Benefits but she lets it slip she wants more and at first he says something like "you knew what this was" but after watching a match of hers go wrong he realizes he does want more with her, eventual happy ending 🫶😊

damian priest x reader

‼️smut so stay away kids, a little bit of angst too, panic attack at the mention of being hurt (hope it makes sense) + rhea and drew are mentioned as well

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated

can’t stand to see you go

“oh shit right there…” you moaned into damian’s ear as he was pounding into you in a sensual but firm way. his hands on the headboard while your hands were leaving marks on his back - not that the cared.

“just like that?” he smirked, watching your blissful face.

“yes - oh fuck…” you kept moaning. your moans were music for his ears.

everytime you spent the night together, he always tried new things, new positions and you honestly had no idea such positions were even a thing.

and if someone told you, four months ago, that you would start a friends with benefits type of thing with damian priest, you probably would have started laughing. it was no secret that you liked damian, everyone knew except him.

one night, after a successful night for both of you, the judgment day asked you to join them for some celebration and you agreed. damian offered you to bring you back that night as he was staying in the same hotel you were staying at. so, due to the fact that you were too drunk, he was too drunk, you ended up sleeping together.

you couldn’t deny that it was the best night of your life and the worst part is that damian wasn’t even embarrassed as much as you. when you woke up next to him, naked from head to toe, you couldn’t even bare to look at him.

you weren’t someone for a causal hookup. you were passionate and a romantic person, you loved loving and so everything was new for you but damian made sure to reassure you that what happened wouldn’t have changed your relationship.

so you agreed to stop.

but then he won at wrestlemania and he asked you to celebrate with him and the same thing happened again.

you couldn’t stay away from him as much as he couldn’t stay away from you so you both agreed to keep this a “friends with benefits” relationship only.

it worked really good in the past but your feelings for damian were growing more and more. especially when in these past months he got to know you better, he learned how to pleasure you, what you like and what you didn’t.

everyone would have fallen in love with him too.

“taking my cock so well hermosa…your pussy was made for me” he groaned, going faster and hitting that spot that made your legs shake underneath his body “i can feel you’re close, come for me sweetheart” and it took him one last push against your spot to make you clench hard around his dick, making him cumming too, letting him release inside of you.

you were both panting heavily, trying to catch your breath from the mind blowing session you just had.

“you alright?” he asked, making sure you were okay.

you nodded, not trusting your words at the moment.

it’s not that damian wasn’t good with taking care of you after sex, it’s just that you both agreed that the were no feelings involved so you couldn’t expect him to hold you and whisper soft words to you. he always brought you water, snacks if you asked him, a towel to clean you up but that’s it.

cuddles were for couples and you clearly weren’t one.

“why are you so silent?” he asked, looking at you.

“oh…its nothing”

“its not nothing…i know that look and it’s the look you have when you’re thinking about something important…will you let me in your head? please?” he asked with that soft smile that always made you smile back.

“sometimes i wonder… what if i want more? it would be nice to actually be in a relationship you know? not that i don’t enjoy this, but my head sometimes thinks about all the possibilities…” you confessed, trying to keep it vague.

“y/n…you know we talked about this” damian said with a cold voice, almost making you shiver.

“i know, but what if i really want more? more than just sex? would it be that bad? i think i like you damian” no, you were sure you were in love with him but you didn’t want to scare him away more than you were already doing “and trying for a relationship isn’t so bad after all…”

“listen…y/n, we talked about his. we said no feelings involved, we both agreed, you knew from the beginning that this was just sex, nothing else…” he said and you turned to face him “i don’t understand why are you talking about relationships and stuff like that…it’s not what we agreed on, i’m not someone for relationships and you know that” his eyes were cold, his voice serious and you didn’t want to stay there a second longer.

“no, i know, you’re right…it’s dumb what i said, just forget everything okay?” you said standing from the bed. you definitely didn’t want to spend the night over there so you looked for your clothes, scattered all over the room “i’m gonna go home now…” you said, not looking at him. quickly fixing you up, dressing yourself and putting on shoes, you were ready to go back home.

damian just watched you from his bed. he knew he hurt you. he saw it in your eyes “y/n wait…are you sure you don’t wanna stay? it’s past midnight and it’s raining…”

“i’ll be fine damian, thanks for asking” you didn’t wanna stay there a minute longer as you were about to cry in front of him.

before he could say something else, you were out of his room, out of his house and probably out of his life.

you cried yourself to sleep that night.

you avoided training with him and the judgment day the next few days, instead, you asked drew if he could help you and he was very glad you asked him.

he knew something was off.

everyone noticed how you stopped talking with damian. how you avoided the judgment day, how you asked to be drafted in smack down instead of raw. damian tried to call you but you never picked up. his text messages were left on read.

if he didn’t want anything serious then why did you have to answer him?

rhea knew everything of course. she was the first person you called when damian literally walked all over your heart and broke it into millions of pieces. she also was the first one to tell you that this thing with damian wasn’t going to work because she knew about your crush. but she was the first person to calm you down after what happened that night. even if she didn’t like the idea of not seeing you that often, she understood that you needed space and she was willing to give you all the time you needed.

after one particular training with drew, your mind was wandering off. watching couples in the gym training together, your eyes got a little teary, your mind thinking - why can’t we be together like them?

“you okay?” drew asked and you nodded.

“oh yeah sorry, i got a little distracted…”

“you miss him do you?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“yeah…” you whispered.

“listen…take this advice from an old man, you’re young, you will fall in love again and again and again, i know it hurts now, especially for how he treated you but it will pass…so, focus more on yourself from now on alright? you have an important match coming your way and even if ill be backstage i won’t be there to help you” he said making you chuckle a little.

the night of the event you knew you would have to see damian and the rest of the group. you were still in raw after all and avoiding them on set was a little hard.

that night you were going to face zoey stark. a friend of yours but a tough wrestler. your mind wasn’t in the right place and everyone realised that but somehow you managed to get the win back home.

but something was very wrong when you felt your head spinning, your temperature dropping and hands shaking a little.

you were hurt but not that bad, at least you thought.

damian saw the look in your eyes from the tv in his changing room and he immediately knew something was off too. he ran towards you, only to be stopped by some guards. you quickly got off the ring and went backstage, it was hard for you to walk, your legs were both hurting and shaking.

you were hurting but not that much, you had worse so why were you having a panic attack?

“hey y/n…hey” damian approached you cautiously but it was like your mind was somewhere else, all you heard were noises, you couldn’t focus on anything else “let’s get you somewhere calm” damian slowly led you towards his changing room and helped you sitting on the black leather couch.

a tear dropped from your eye but you couldn’t understand what was wrong with you.

“hey…shh, it’s okay” he softly said, hugging you in his big arms “you’re okay…you got hurt a little on the ring but you’re okay now”

it wasn’t just about getting hurt in the ring. it was all the emotions you had bottled up in the past days that now were ready to explode. was the fact that damian was treating you with such care yet the last time you talked it seemed like he didn’t want to take care of you.

you just couldn’t handle it anymore and you let yourself cry in his arms.

he knew he was the reason of your breakdown and he hated himself for that.

“i’m sorry i should probably go…” you said once you calmed down.

“no please, don’t” he gently lifted your chin up with his fingers so you could look at him “don’t go again, i can’t stand to see you go, i hate not having you in my life anymore…”

“damian please…”

“let me fix it” he almost begged “let me fix everything…i fucked up, i fucked up really bad and i know i hurt you…”

“what do you want to fix? it’s clear that this thing between us is not gonna work anymore, i caught feeling when we told not to…i have feelings for you and i can’t pretend anymore and it’s pretty clear you don’t feel the same so what do you wanna fix?”

damian saw the hurt in your eyes, he knew that whatever he was going to say, it wouldn’t have worked for you so, he gently wiped your tears away and lowered his lips just to meet yours.

it was a soft kiss, not the ones you were used to. it was full of love, passion. almost like to say sorry. his hands gently touched your face and not your body, again, something you weren’t familiar with “i’m so fucking sorry y/n…” he apologised “these days without you i’ve realised i lost the most important person in my life…it hurts not being with you” he confessed.

“damian what?”

“i have feelings for you, i realised it too late…” and before he could continue to talk you kissed him again.

“say it again”

“i have feelings for you y/n, i like you” he softly smiled against your lips.

“again”

“i like you so much y/n…and i want to fix it, fix everything i broke” he smiled again, his lips never leaving yours.

“okay…”

“okay?”

“yes” you whispered “it will take a while but i want this, i want you”

“i want you too…” his lips started leaving soft kisses all over your face but a slight movement of your legs made you scrunch your face in pain “yeah, we should get you checked up first”

“yup…and then i expect you to take me out for dinner”

“oh trust me, i will” you both ended up laughing at each other.

you knew time would heal all the pain and with damian by your side, you were ready to start again.

[servicpop]

Which one of your oc reacts from the worst to the better one when s/o actually break up with them?

Make it nsfw? I wanna see some s/o getting pinned down and got punish lol

cw : slight non-con(?) and my ocs might be a bit toxic . . .

Adrien definitely acts the worst. He's obsessed with you remember ? The moment you go to him and tell him that you don't want to continue this little game of yours and you want him to leave you alone . . . sure , he'll respect you for a bit. But after a day or so and you're not texting him , not even looking at him , he'll go back to his old ways. Skipping classes , getting into fights and he swears he's going to crack the guy you smiled at's skull apart. He fully goes insane and after a week , he's blowing up your phone , chasing down your friends who are honestly surprised that he even knew of your existence. And when you finally agree to see him again , he's tearing off his clothing and pushing you up against the wall not even a foot away from the front door , groping at that soft flesh he missed so much. His words are an unintelligible mess of 'please take me back' and 'I'll fucking kill anyone you talk to.' Man is crazy about you !! He'll fuck you right outside the bedroom , pushing you up against the wall and pound into you because he's missed you way too much to wait any longer !

Vallen simply doesn't let it happen. You come up to his office with a nervous look on your face and when you spill the news he glances up through his reading glasses ( his eyes are getting sore from looking over so many documents >< ) and simply hums, curling his finger at you, instructing you to walk over to him. The moment you do , he pulls you onto his lap, gripping at your thighs as he stands up , letting your back fall across his desk. He's cruelly slow, pulling out all the way before slamming his hips against yours so hard that his pens rattle on his desk. "Found someone better than me?" He'd mutter before slowly pulling out just to ram himself back in. "I doubt it." He's too mean about it, slapping your thighs everytime you try and justify your reasons why you'd break up with him ! He's rich, gives you everything, loves and cares for you, why would you want to break up with him ?

Cole accepts it fully. He acts like a kicked puppy when you break the news to him. At first he'll ask you what he did wrong , if you weren't happy with him , if it was your job that make you break up with him. He tries his best to understand , especially since you're his first ever relationship with a man ! He won't stop going to your shows , won't stop sending you letters and flowers , but he does it all without showing his face ! He thinks you wouldn't want to see his face so he still shows his love through gifts and notes. It's not long before you cave in , all the gifts and letters still marked with paw prints and his signature at the bottom just pile up in your room and you miss him. Miss his caramel smile too much. Unlike the others , Cole doesn't jump to sex , he takes it slow by cuddling you , the limit of intimacy being kisses on your stomach ( he'll still believe you hate him until you reassure him 200x )

Callahan is exempt from this since he was never really in a relationship with you , but ! If he doesn't see you for an extended period of time ( basically breaking up ) he'll work even harder to track you down , asking for leads , retracing steps and finding you back at that motel where you two always seem to end up after every confrontation. He'll put you in cuffs , blabbering on some lie about how he'll put you in jail but just ends up stuffing your head in the pillow and pounding into your ass like he missed you ( which he did )

[evera-era]

a new kind of love. (pt. 1)

synopsis: ellie thinks relationships are too complicated, and has since written them off. but what is she supposed to do when she starts developing feelings for her best friend?

ellie williams x fem!reader

warnings: slow burn AF, jealousy, some sassy ellie, male tries flirting with reader for like 3 seconds, lots of playful banter.

a/n: this was honestly so fun to write,, slow burn + friends to lovers go brrrrr

“Did you see that shit?!” Ellie exclaims, almost cracking her neck to look at you. “Fuck yeah! That’s a new high score.”

“Nice.” You mumbled, but your eyes didn’t drift from the book you were reading.

“Seriously? You’re not even looking.” She groans. “Whatever. If you did, your mind would’ve been blown. And you would’ve at least given me, like, a high five or something.”

“Okay, okay, sorry! I’ll look now — do it again.” You say, folding the corner of the current page you were on. Ellie adjusts her backpack as you put your book away.

“I can’t just ‘do it again,’” She says, mocking you. “My chances of ever getting that far again are practically zero.”

Ellie had managed to successfully skip a rock all the way across a large stretch of lake. It was a big deal to her, clearly. She had done this everytime you went on this particular path during patrols, but today was a new record for her.

The air was still. You took a moment to examine the trees around you before speaking. “Everything seems clear.” You said, turning to her. “Should we head back now?”

Ellie stops to take a look around. She gives a quick nod. “…Yeah. Guess so.”

You grinned before raising your hand. She turns, slightly puzzled, before narrowing her eyes at you.

“C’mon,” You wiggle your outstretched fingers a little. “Your celebratory high five, like you said!”

“Yeah, but now it’s out of pity. And about two minutes late.”

She waits for you to step aside, but you don’t put your arm down. “Mm-mm. I’m not moving til we make up, Els.”

Make up. The phrase makes her stop, just for a second. She found it a little amusing — you’ve never said that before. But she knew you were trying to make her feel better, so she chucks it up to you just being you.

She claps her hand against yours before making her way down the trail. “There. We made up. Happy?” She says, already having placed some distance between you two. You jog to catch up with her as she mounts Shimmer.

The two of you arrive back in Jackson about an hour earlier than any other given day, since today’s route was shorter than the rest. As you’re dropping off the horses, Ellie looks at you.

“I’m starving.” She says, guiding Shimmer. “Wanna grab lunch?”

“Sure.” You reply.

“Cool.” She offers you the horse’s lead. “Think you can put her up for me? I’ll be back in a sec.”

When Ellie returns to the spot she left you and Shimmer in a moment ago, she’s confused. The horse was not in her stable. In fact, she was nowhere to be found — and neither were you.

Ellie blows raspberries, slightly concerned. But that quickly fades when you turn the corner, Shimmer’s lead in hand.

“Ta-da!” You cheer. Shimmer’s hair is littered in fake plastic butterflies, tucked neatly within her strands. “It’s those little hair clips I found on our last patrol. Isn’t she purty?”

Ellie rolls her eyes, dropping her hand from her hip. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” You frown. “You don’t like it?”

“Looks kinda weird.”

“Ellie!” You whine.

She sighs. “Okay, sure. She looks… purty… indeed.”

“‘Course she does,” You say in a proud manner, walking Shimmer confidently to her stable. Ellie looks off to the side, her face beginning to warm as she murmurs “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

She pretended to be annoyed, but truthfully, she cherished days like these. The two of you hadn’t gotten scheduled together in a while. And even though you were adults now, and had other responsibilities, she didn’t miss your company any less.

She still liked Jesse and Dina, of course, but she wasn’t nearly as close with them like she was with you. You and Ellie were basically inseparable; you had been, ever since the very first day that you joined the community.

You broke the silence first. “Hey, maybe one day, you’ll let me play in your hair.”

Ellie glares at you. “Absolutely not.”

“Why not?” You urged. “Come on, I bet I could make you look just as pretty as Shimmer.”

She shakes her head. “Nope. Hell no.”

“Hm… you’re right.” Your devious grin widens. “You could never look that good.”

Ellie elbows you in your side, and you burst into a fit of giggles.

“Shut up. Let’s go eat.”

—

A few days later, Ellie was at the pub with Jesse when she glanced over and got caught off guard.

You were walking in, talking and giggling with some random guy that she had never seen before.

The interaction she witnessed left a weird taste in her mouth. You were so engaged in the conversation that you didn’t even look where you were going. If you did, you would’ve seen that your best friend was actually in the same bar.

It might’ve just been platonic, but for some reason, it annoyed her ever-so-slightly. You and Ellie talk about everything, and yet you’ve never mentioned him.

To make matters worse, his eyes were lusty and unwavering and practically embedding themselves into yours. And you didn’t seem to notice — or maybe you just didn’t care — which pissed her off to no end.

“Who’s that?” She questions, jutting her chin in your direction. Jesse looks over his shoulder, then back at his drink.

“Uh… stable boy, is what they call him. I think.” He says. “Came into town two nights ago, along with his dad. An old friend of someone’s.”

“Is he, like… into her, or something?” She mumbles, watching intently. Jesse replies with something along the lines of “Hm. Might be.”

The guy was tall, which forced you to look up at him through your lashes. He was smiling the whole time; he clearly liked this angle of you.

Ellie resists the urge to clench her teeth. Can’t you see that he’s so obviously thinking with his dick right now?

Ellie knew it was wrong to feel this way. You were allowed to make new friends, and she shouldn’t interfere with that. But she couldn’t help it — the guy seemed like a fucking creep. She hated that you were even talking to him.

Thinking about it wasn’t enough. Whatever it was, it was bubbling up under her skin, as if someone lit a match underneath her.

“Gonna introduce myself.” She says, setting down her glass. She doesn’t even wait for Jesse’s response before she’s hot on your trail.

When she approaches you, she says nothing. Merely clears her throat and gives a curt nod to your new friend.

“Oh, hey Els!” You say, touching her shoulder. You looked back over at him. “This is my best friend, Ellie. She looks scary, but she’s nice. I promise.”

Ellie remains silent, just purses her lips and puts her hands in her pockets. There’s a noticeable shift of energy in the conversation. Stable boy must have picked up on it; it’s not long before he excuse himself and leaves.

It’s almost comical how quickly Ellie relaxes upon his exit. You drop your hand and give her a dramatic stare, jaw agape.

“What?”

“Really?” You say in a loud whisper. “Els, I know it might be hard for you sometimes, but you don’t have to be a dick!”

“Pfft. I was not being a dick.” She protests. “And even if I was — he literally deserved it! That dude was looking at you like he wanted to bone you. It was fuckin’ gross.”

“Oh my god, Ellie—“

“What? It’s the truth!” She states, like it’s a fact. “Look, I get that he probably hasn’t seen a cute girl in a fucking millennium, but—“

“Did he tell you that?” You ask sarcastically.

“Whatever.” She mutters. “I just took him down a couple notches, that’s all. He’ll survive.”

“He was just being nice.” You say before pausing. “Wait. Did you call me cute?”

Honestly, the words had came out before she had a chance to catch them. She’s not really sure why she even said it at all.

Ellie didn’t normally lie, but she knew you’d never shut up if she didn’t. So she glances at you, then sneers. “And risk it getting to your head when it’s big enough as it is?”

You punch her in the arm, to which she very quickly defends herself against. She’s in the middle of playfully warding you off as Jesse approaches the two of you.

“We abusing Ellie now?” He jokes, glass in hand. Ellie gives you a light shove as you let go of her forearm.

“When isn’t she?” She says.

“Puh-lease,” You enunciate. “That was nothing. You’re gettin’ soft, Els.”

The auburn-haired girl laughs it off. As you and Jesse begin to make conversation, Ellie — for some reason — can feel her face wanting to tingle again.

She didn’t like it. It was ticklish, it annoyed her, and it seemed to only start doing that around you, nowadays.

What the fuck is happening?

Maybe she was getting a bit soft after all.

[solarstqrs]

᯾𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙔 𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍᯾

paring: t!f ceo yae x fem reader

cw: implied sexual work realations implied exploitation implied blackmail degrading mocking heavy teasing threats lingere semi public sex implied blow job spanking gagging blindfolds pure smut porn with some plot implied jealous sex implied creampies dumbofication implied freeuse implied edging

MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Yae miko was…a powerful person dont get yourself wrong she was pretty and looked nice at those news outlets smiling gracefully acting like a sweet sweet angel yet you let her stuff your face with her giant dick as punishment as a news reporter trying to uncover her secrets by acting like her secretary. Your lucky your pretty otherwise she’d break you even more.

Atleast you could use your looks to please her. “Atta girl those investors could hear you…and you know what will happen if im upset whore.”

she smirked against your ear…she was so slow so so so slow you felt your walls collapsing and twitching around her unconsiously

Honestly you hated her. You hated the way she smiled and greeted you, Hated the FACT she will never stop with her irrataiting smile. She’s always lurking with her purple eyes always peering at you, smiling every single time and not even that! Her voice sugar coated with lies unfolding yet…You still wanted to lick the wrapper you still were addicted to her taste. Her efforts. Her addiction.

You’re uncanny, you hate her yet you cant stop running back fufilling your needs with her. Her sharp claw like nails wipe your lips; already bruised from her lipstick.

“I’ve got you all dirty…” she feins in fake sadness already…She’s speaking like she cares, Acting as if she was sweet as candy but she was conniving and scheming like a asshole. Already her newely (not really) founded smirk plastered her face again watching your pathetic form.

“fuck..off.” you replied expecting it to go unheard. Oh you poor soul her hand gripped your cheeks tightly

“pathetic cunt. You think ill be kind even if you sound like a ditzy slut right now?” Yae had this look it was terrifying and you even put on her favourite set of lingere. She still was never gonna be fair to you no matter how you tried to please her “Answer me do you want eevvveryone to know how much of a whore you are for me?” her voice was soft as silk but let out so many profanities.

all you did was nod she knew you couldnt say anything against her afterall she wasnt the one getting fucked against the table where buisness deals happened just then. Knock. Knock she smirks she knew her oppertunity was here

“better fucking answer.” she drew closer blowing at your ear

“y-yes who is this..?” you tried so hard you did but she didnt see it so she stopped doing everything letting a small whine erupt from you atleast not loud enough

“Hey? is this room free yet..?” a familar buisness investor replied the one who made eyes at you and shyly blushed at you everytime in every meeting

yae watched in annoyance this is what had her worked up aswell

“w-well not yeag” your voice now gagged from yae’s fingers making it more difficult to answer

“you…okay?” he spoke softly

“mhm nofing to worray abour” you answered muffly “buft eafing”

you heard a sigh before the man walked away before yae pulled her hard length out legs still shakey

“yae..?” you could only ask in some concern

“turn around.” is all she could answer before making you face her and picking you up and holding her in your arms

before fluidly shoving herself inside and fucking you quickly

“i bet he cant do this can he? i bet he cant make your holes fucking spasm like this.”

all you could do was convulse and cover your mouth legs shaking as tears threaten to fall

“i fucking bet he wouldnt even have the balls to go raw like me and leave a nice gift.” she stopped for a minute before taking off her tie and tying it around your eyes so you couldnt see

“i’d hate to see my good slut cry over that guy.”

she misinterperts your actions actually crying over how good she made you knocking the living fuck out of you

“fucking say it say im better.” only moans and stuttery whines left your throat as you held onto her desperatly

“such a good good fucking whore.” she kept speaking so softly aswell being so angry yet so calm biting down you ever so slightly she licked it always fox like her personality

“say it. say you need me.” she softly spoke her constant clingyness now rubbing ever so clearly

her dick started twitching god you didnt even realize how full you were only thinking it was from what you ate today she started pushing relentlessly before pulling out leaving you whining for release

“fucking paticence ill do it again.”

she turned you around, leg open fucking you again spanking you

“do you think you fucking deserve to cum after getting me worked up like this? Oh no, No you fucking dont.” she roughly spoke now pulling your arms up above your head

“i am not letting you finish at all tonight and if you do ill have my way with you till im bored got it?” she threanted to break your wrists by this point and all you could do was nod while moaning

“thats not a proper answer, well?”

“y-yes god fuck yes please m’sorry m’sorry yae” you repeated sobbing softly as she kissed your tears away

“good girl better listen” you already felt that knot exploding this did not help

the spanks didnt stop everytime you felt that knot grow and tighten up again you felt a slap on your arse as a small threat to listen all you could do was comply until you were allow you spill everthing on Yae’s dick

“thats my girl…atta girl your being so good for me you can finish pretty.” she finally let go of her anger finally your legs convulst and you got to finish finally

“good girl.”

[rayassecretlife]

Holy shit.. That Neteyam fic you just blessed us with did unholy things for and to me💕💕💕👀 very good that you got carried away cuz you did hell of a good job 🌚💕

I loved every word of it and every second reading it 🙈💓 If i would be called greedy if i asked you for more of soon-to-be-dad Neteyam 🙇🏻‍♀️ then so be it. More Neteyaaam pleaseee

Ahhhhh thank you so much, I was not expecting the love I’m getting from writing so this means a lot 💙. Im in a smut writing mood so here’s this even tho it doesn’t focus on him being a father but definitely gives you more of an insight on their relationship! I will make a part two to this fulllll of dad moments, I have a lot of ideas for that

Requests are open!!! It won’t let me put the shortcut under my bio but you can request using the circle in the top right corner once on my page 🫶🏼

Such a tease

Pairing: Adult!Neteyam x Fem!Omaticaya!reader

PART 2 HERE

Summary: It had been only two years after you gave birth to your first born, But Neteyam had already started planning your next. Except, you two needed to make it past your 4 year Anniversary first.

Warning(s): smutttt (minors DNI), NETEYAM BEING A TEASE, Mature language, Switch Dom!neteyam, praise kink, semi Public f!ngering, pure filth honestly.

Not proof read, sorry for mistakes!!!!

It was finally the day you’d been waiting for—the day you bragged about to the entire clan for months on end just thinking about it. It was a beautiful day too, the sound of the trees leaf’s blowing through the breeze and the small chirps of birds, most importantly, the faint breathing above you.

You and Neteyam’s 4 year anniversary

Your eyes fluttered open at the sound, gaze meeting the beautiful boy above me who had still been fast asleep.

You smile as you study your mates features, your fingertips tracing lines over his biceps. He always slept in later then you—and luckily, your daughter hadn’t been up yet to interrupt his slumber. Like always, his arms were wrapped around you firmly—even when he was sleeping. He never let you go, waking up everytime you’d try to get out of his grasp at night to do something.

And yes, you heard that right, you and Neteyam had a daughter. Manaia, a beautiful little girl with the longest hair you had ever seen, her appearance favoriting Neteyam’s features much more then yours. She was so sweet and learned pretty quickly just like him, even only being 2.

Usually, she’d be the one to wake the both of you up, but Neteyam almost always took care of her for you, ushering you to stay in bed and telling you he’d handle it. He hated waking up before she was born, wanting to stay in bed all day long instead of working, but now? Now he loved waking up to take care of her and you, making you both breakfast if you slept in. The bond he had with her was so adorable, he’d even let her do his face paint before he went hunting.

You loved how Neteyam was with Naia, how gentle and protective he had been over her. You knew she was going to follow in Neteyam’s footsteps once she grew older, becoming a warrior. You didn’t see the problem with it, but Neteyam always overprotected her, going on and on about how she didn’t need to be a warrior because he’d always protect her.

She’s often sleep between you two at night, both you and her curled up to Neteyam for comfort. Today, it was just you two, because as soon as you ate breakfast, you had to go help Mo’at with the people, and your parents would be taking Naia for the night so you and him could be alone for a night.

You were beyond excited. You hadn’t had a day to yourself in so long due to you and him always working or tending to your daughter, never finding time for each other except for when you slept.

You nuzzled closer to your mate, his warmth making you smile against his chest. You felt him shuffle as you laid your head under his chin, inhaling his forestry scent. You felt so safe, like nothing in the world could touch you as long as he was here.

“Good morning, pretty girl” Your heart thumps against your chest at his voice, a smile tugging at your lips as you looked up, his eyes still closed.

"Ma’Teyam" you whispered just above a breath, reaching up to touch his braids. He was gorgeous—the most handsome boy you had ever seen. “We have to get up soon”

“I think we can spare a few more minutes” He hums, taking hold of the back of your leg to swing it over onto his lap. You laugh at his words, allowing him to sit you in a straddle, hands laid at your hips as you lean down to the boy, pressing your lips to his.

You wished you could have taken the day off to spend with each other, just one day to yourselves without a care in the world—all alone, secluded from everyone. Neteyam loved that idea, having you all to himself for a day? You could do so much, like you had been teenagers again.

He guides your hips against his and you hum against his lips, pulling away once you felt what he was trying to show you. “Neteyam, we can’t” He ignored you, sitting up so you had now been sitting in his lap, against him as he captured your lips in another kiss.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, hands entwined in his hair as his hands roamed your body. It wasn’t even in a sexual way, but you couldn’t think of much else. You moaned against him, a hand laid against his chest. That was it. He had started, and you prayed to Eywa he was gonna finish it.

“Do you want breakfast, Beautiful?” He pulls away but you shake your head, twisting one of his braids between your finger.

“You got me started, Teyam” You whine and his forehead creased at your words, titling his head like he had been studying your face.

“I was just kissing you, baby. I can’t kiss you?” You glared at your mate clearly acting stupid and he kissed your cheek, removing his hands from you. “I’m gonna make breakfast” he pulled you off of him gently, getting out of your hammock.

“Nete-“

“You want fruit? Like usual?” He asks, completely debunking your confusion as he tied his hair up. “Fruit it is” he leaned down to you, giving you a small kiss, “happy anniversary, Pretty girl”

He left you dumbfounded on your shared hammock, not saying anything else or giving you another look before he went on his way. You were so confused, and so very angry. He did not just pull that on your anniversary.

》* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ * 。° 。 • ˚《

Time went by during the day while you helped Mo’at with the wounded warriors that came in and out of the tent, having to deal with multiple gashes from the hunting party they had just attended to.

You barely spoke to Neteyam when you left the cave, letting him hand your daughter off to his mother while you made your way to the healers tent. You wore his favorite family appropriate clothing, and his eyes wouldn’t leave your body when you left—even with Mo’at there.

“You take forever” you smacked the boys head making him hiss, Rubbing the spot you hit. “It wasn’t even that serious!” The youngest sully brother exclaimed. He had only been there for five minutes.

“It’s only been five minutes, Lo’ak” You argue, the sound of your name being called cutting him off before he could speak.

“Y/N, look!” Tuk ran into the tent, slowing down when Mo’at yelled at her. “I found so many!” She sat next to you, showing you the many flowers that sat in her hand.

“Their so pretty, Tuk” you ruffled her hair as she started to name them, showing them to you one by one.

“And this is my favorite one!” Tuk giggled, showing you a dark blue flower she had picked and you laughed, continuing to patch Lo’ak’s back. “I can’t wait to have an Ikran, she’s gonna be pink!”

“Tuk, they can’t be pin-ow!” Lo’ak turned to glare at you, a smile appearing across your face as you lifted your foot from his tail. “Would you stop with that!”

A whistle echoed from outside, getting closer to the tent as you continued to listen to Tuk talk about her future ikran. You already knew it was him, his scent giving him away.

“Ah, my baby bro, the mighty warrior” Your mate teased, ruffling his brothers hair. “Weren’t that mighty, huh?” Lo’ak pushed him away from you two, rolling his eyes at Neteyam’s laugh. You avoided contact with your mate, still angry from this morning. “What is it this time, Syulang?”

You ignore him, telling yourself to focus on Lo’ak’s wounds but you couldn’t when Neteyam’s gaze was practically tattooed to your face. You felt the heat rise in your cheeks as he walked toward you, standing above you without saying a word. Eywa, the effect he had on you…

“Okay, your done” you pat the brothers back, standing to your feet to put away the supplies you used on him. You drained the bloody cloth, Neteyam watching your every move very closely, almost amused at your pettiness. The sight of you in that outfit did so many things to him, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t ready to rip it off of you and take you right in that moment.

But Lo’ak must’ve noticed, because he just couldn’t help but ask, “isn’t it your anniversary?” While you stayed silent and to your tasks, Neteyam gave his brother a look, nodding toward the doorway out. “Looks like I’m way more mighty when it comes to relationships” Neteyam hissed at his brother, only making him laugh as he pulled Tuk to leave the tent with him, her little protesting voice making you frown.

You truly didn’t want to talk to him, not here and not now. It wasn’t even that you were mad, you were frustrated and he left you like that. You hummed as you placed a few herbs into one of the small stone bowls, crushing it at the sound of his voice.

“Fair play” His arms wrapped around your waist as he pressed his stomach against your back, his head between your neck watching you crush the herbal mix in your hands. “This outfit, you know what it does to me, don’t you?”

Even though your heart was beating out of your chest, you once again ignored the boy, not daring to show him how jelly he made your legs just by talking. “You can’t stay mad at me forever, baby. It’s our anniversary” your ears flatten against your head as you bite down on your bottom lip, feeling him pull you even closer then before, making it almost impossible not to feel what was between his legs.

“Neteyam, I am working” you dismiss him but he doesn’t care, only chuckling in your ear with a small squeeze to your hips before turning you to face him, a gasp leaving your mouth at the sudden movement.

He grabs the bowl from your hands and places it to the side, wrapping his hand around your throat to pull you closer to him. You looked around, worried Mo’at or another warrior would come walking in at any moment, but he didn’t let you continue.

Your breath catches in your thought as he pulls you up by your thighs, placing you on the cold Ledge that the herbal mix had previously been sitting on. You kept quiet but your body was crying for him to touch you, legs not being able to stay still like they were begging him to touch you.

“Aw, Baby. Your so cute when you beg” he praises, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. It was always so hard to stay mad at Neteyam, he knew you inside and out, making it impossible for you to disregard his presence. His hands traveled your body, slipping his tongue into your mouth before you could.

It wasn’t until you felt his hand enter your loincloth that you pulled away from him, shaking your head as you grabbed his wrist.

“Come on, Syulang. Let’s just act like teenagers again” his free hand cupped the side of your face and he moved closer, your silence being enough for him to resume his actions from before.

He kisses your lips again, a small moan escaping your mouth as you felt his fingers against your core, muffled by his mouth against your own. You tried your hardest to keep your cool but you couldn’t when it came to him, not even for a minute.

“So fucking wet, Baby. You like the idea of someone walking in, don’t you? Someone finding you completely drunk off my touch?” You whined, hands flying to his hair as you felt one of his fingers enter you, curling it against your walls and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. “Quiet or they’ll hear you”

“Neteyam” you whimper in his ear, your voice making his eyes squeeze shut. He was trying so hard to compose himself, but your pretty noises and the way you cried his name made it so hard. Thank Eywa the tent’s cloth that covered the entrance had been down, because someone definitely would’ve seen you by now.

“So good for me, baby. My pretty girl, you look so fucking good like this” his forehead pressed against yours as he sunk another finger inside you, watching your expression twist as you tugged on his braids.

“S-someone will hear” you choked lowly as he pumped his fingers into your core, curling them the deepest they could go. You watched him chuckle at your struggle and y ou felt that familiar feeling begin to build up in the pit of your stomach, hand grasping his arm as your head fell back against the wall. “Teyam, I can’t keep quiet..!” You whispered desperately into his ear, biting so hard onto your lip that you were sure you drew blood.

“Shhh, don’t worry about that, pretty girl. They won’t hear a thing” he kisses you and you cry into his mouth, pulling him closer to you. “You know I love you, Syulang”

“Mmm, I love you more” you pull his face back down to you, kissing his lips again. Something felt off, you were on cloud nine just a second ago, but now it felt like you looked stupid, moaning and begging over nothing. You looked down and sure enough, Neteyam had retracted his dripping fingers from your core, a smirk plastered across his face.

“That was fun, but I have to go take care of some things” You stare at the boy, not knowing whether to beg or yell. That stupid smirk on his face made you so angry, and how he looked at you while he sucked his fingers clean from your wetness, he was so fucking evil. “Why the long face? It felt good, didn’t it?”

You were angry, so very angry at your mate as you watched him feel no mercy for you—not even on your anniversary. You pulled your loincloth back into place and hopped off the counter, pushing him away from you. “If you don’t want to make me feel good, I’ll get Kaonu to do it” His once happy face now turned into an angry one, his eyes scanning your body only making him even more mad.

He knew you were just trying to get him mad, but it was working. Kaonu was the only guy who ever tried to get to you after Neteyam stated you were his, not a care in the world you had a mate and it made Neteyam so fucking angry.

You yelped as he pulled you to him by your neck once again, his other hand tugging your hair to make you look up at him. “I know your joking, but go near that Skxawng and I’ll fucking ruin you, got it?” Your knees fell weak at his voice but you kept your pride, staring back at him as he chuckled, shaking his head.

“Y/N? Oh, there you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Kiri entered the tent as you both looked over, a warrior walking in behind her. “I need you to patch this one up, it’s pretty bad”

Neteyam kissed the top of your head, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “I’ll see you tonight, Ma’Tìyawn” you watched him leave the tent with a stone cold expression, Kiri looking between you two with confusion.

“Okaaayy… I’m gonna go now” You nod your head, snapping out of your thoughts once she left and the boy sat on the ground. Oh Eywa, how you were going to kill your mate.

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“Y/N, I can’t let you take him, my grandmother said-“

“I don’t care, Kiri. I can take him, you go home” you cut her off, finishing up the last patch on the man in front of you. “Okay, your all good” You told the man, dropping the cloth into the bucket as he thanked you, leaving the now semi dark tent. It was late, but there was one more warrior left and you wanted to help. You were still mad at neteyam, and dreaded going home any time soon.

Kiri left after realizing she couldn’t win that argument, going to help Mo’at in her own tent. You heard the footsteps approach your tent and you called, telling them you’d be with them in just a minute.

“Y/N” Your stomach churned at the voice and you turn around, watching him walk through with a nervous laugh. “You uh… you look great”

Oh great mother, it was kaonu, and you prayed that Neteyam wasn’t on his way to pick you up. You smile at the man, walking toward him with a new bucket and ushering him to sit. Kaonu wasn’t a bad guy, he just didn’t have boundaries, and you knew If neteyam found out you were helping him after your talk, he’d be more than angry.

“How have you been?” You ask the male and he shrugs, watching as you wipe his bleeding arm off. “Are you still seeing Jhanua?” He shakes his head and silently tense, his eyes were on you so hard, and it made you slightly uncomfortable.

“Where’s Neteyam?”

“Kaonu, don’t start this, please” you sigh and he chuckles, shaking his head at your words. “He is your Ole’Eyktan, I am your Tsahìk and you need to respect that”

“How can I respect it when my Ole’Eyktan is mated to the most beautiful girl in the clan?” You glare at him, now he’d pissed you off. “He’s doesn’t deserve you”

“Stop talking before I hurt you even more, Kaonu” You patched his wounds, ignoring his next words just trying to get this over and done with. It wasn’t until you heard the voice outside the tent that your ears perked. “Shit”

You placed the bandages over his arm quickly, trying your hardest to finish before you were caught, but you should’ve known it was too late. By the time you were done, Neteyam was walking through the tents entrance, the smile on his face instantly fading once he locked eyes with the situation in front of him.

“Neteyam-“

“Speak of the devil” Kaonu mumbled under his breath before he stood to his feet after you, turning to give you a smile. “Great seeing you, Y/N” you looked down as he chuckled, making his way out of the tent with his head held high before stopping next to neteyam. “Happy anniversary by the way”

You didn’t move, afraid of what your mate had to say. You knew you shouldn’t have took that last warrior. You should have listened to kiri.

“My Sweet girl” He chuckled, but before you could look up, he was already gripping your arm, pulling you to him. “Let’s go” his voice was mean and his look was meaner. He didn’t understand how this even happened, he specifically told the healers you were not aloud to help him, even in an emergency.

So how the hell did he get into your tent?

“Neteyam, I promise I was just patching him up” you plead as you left the tent and headed to where his ikran sat, running your hands along its back before getting on. Neteyam enclosed your small frame between the two of them, kissing your head in attempt to sooth your nerves.

Great mother, what did you get yourself into…

Im so sorry guys but my keyboard is glitching like crazy so I have to make a part 2 💀. It is a SMUT so just a fair warning, link here: PART TWO

[kaq3yma]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑 ft yamato endo

syn: could he a be a good judge of character after all?

⸻ contains: slight yandere tendencies, reader is mentioned to be a cashier, and languages.

qeena's brief note: yippieeeee finally wrapped up my endo fic AND slightly yandere endo (๑-﹏-๑) wowzwowzzz but honestly idk how i feel about this um whether i like it or not BUT i dont hate it rofl anyway no long note this time, im keeping it "brief" (๑>؂•̀๑) so lemme know what you guys think of this, thank you, i love you, reblogs and comments are very much appreciated and happy reading xoxo 🩷💚

It's that one time, that one time he walk around amidst of the night trying to find an open store to buy fireworks for Takiishi. He stop in his trance, gaze swept away by a solitary store stood out among the dimly light streets. His feet brought him almost leisurely to the front door and that's when he saw you, working through the racks to fill up stocks.

When he pushes the door open, the automatic bell chime and you turn around "Welcome..." The corner of his eyes crease as he smile at you "Hey, do you guys have any fireworks in 'ere?" Yeah, it's not everyday a weird looking guy with weird tattoos litter across his body come in the middle of the night asking for fireworks "Yeah, sure..." He follows you to the farthest corner of the store where you kept them "Is there anything else?" The man turn to you, shaking his head "That'll be all,"

You rushes back to the counter, patiently waiting for him to come back and pay "Y/n..." Your eyes widen, and as you look up, you're surprised to see him leaning down to your face very closely. His eyes concentrated on your tag. You ring every bit of his items as quickly as you could "That'll be 507¥." He huff, taking the bag from you and leave.

You really thought it'll be the last time you see him...

But no, the weird man keep coming back, not to buy fireworks or anything, just to loiter around and pester you with your works and because it's in the middle of the night, there's barely any customers in the store which leave you not to only listen to his constant yapping but to reluctantly accompany him as well "Don't you have anything else to do?" He point at the cup of noodle he site on the table "Besides eating?" You groaned, shaking your head "No. Besides bothering me." He snickers, taking a noisy slurp of his noodle "I do. Following Takiishi around."

You look at him, confused but you dismissed the thought straight away "Whatever, I'm going back to work, if you're finish eating, leave." He pout, putting down the utensils he's using "You're mean. I'm a customer, y'know?" You sway your head at him "You make me pay for you everytime, you fool." He breaks into a fit of laughter, watching you mad is so hilarious.

The next night, he strides to the familiar route of your shop, face bruised and nose trickled with stained blood. The prior incident flashes in his mind once again.

He was with Takiishi like usual, tailing behind the poker-faced male wherever he go without question. The duo browse a town with its street swarming with delinquents and thugs. Endo didn't mind and he's sure as hell Takiishi didn't mind it either but when one of the men purposefully pick a fight with Takiishi, Endo decided to step up for him instead and he got a harsh blow from Takiishi "Don't intervene." Another blow, his face spotted with sheepish smile and blood smearing out every cuts as Takiishi continue to beat the tattooed male.

"Why am I going to her, anyway?" He didn't understand why his feet brought him to you. He knew what you're like, indiffirent and without a doubt, he can guarantee you couldn't care less about the bruises on his face, so why is he here? In front of your work place, damaged face grinning without a thought. He opens the door, greeting you with that same crazed smile.

"Welcome...!" Your eyes widen upon seeing the state he's in "What the fuck happened to you?" He chortle, bringing one hand to touch a singular cut on his face which causes him to wince terribly "... That hurts." He couldn't properly registered what was happening until you pull him to a nearby table and sat him down "Of course, it hurts, you prick. You leave the wounds untended!" He watch you move around the store, going to the back room and came back with a first aid kit "You're so careless..." You sighed, lift the lid of the box and start tending him.

A deep gash across his cheek, several cuts and scratches covering his forehead and temple, nose trickled in crimson and eyes almost swollen "Just what the hell did you get yourself into..." You graze alcoholic pad across the wound to clean it, damping ointment gently over the cuts and scratches and finally, you put one last bandaid below his eye, on the apple of his cheek "All done."

Your eyes flutter forward to him, only then did you realized just how close you both are. Your eyes expanded and you almost fall back in shock but he caught you, rolling into laughter "Why are you red?" There's that, that hint of mockery lacing in his undertone "Shut up, asshole. You didn't even thank me for stitching you up." You look away from him, well, he wanted to tease you some more by how red and incredibly cute you look at this moment but uncharacteristically, he stayed quiet.

"Thanks," You look up, awkwardly coughed out fake coughs "D-Don't mention it, just buy me something next time." You pick up the first aid kit and leave back to the cashier.

He leave the store, heart pounding within its cage, he can feel himself shuddering to the bone at the slightest remembrance of you. Yes, he likes you, he think he wants to make you his, he think you are so perfect... Don't tell Takiishi but, now, you're his number one.

And yes, he indeed still is a bad judge of character.

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 is open. all rights reserved goes to @kaq3yma on tumblr.

[venbetta]

Okay so everytime I play security breach, I always have to trigger some bits of Freddy's dialogue cuz I just love how he says things.

Example of this is in the beginning, it's very mundane, but when he's carrying Gregory in his hatch and you try to enter any of the other doors backstage and he says

I would love to do a tour, but this door is locked.

It's just cute because he's just.. "Aww, this kid is really curious about exploring. It's too bad we're on scrapped for time. Also, those areas are inaccessible." That's how I interpreted it.

Most of these are based on how I personally interpret, just letting you know before I go too deep with rambling. If you have any different interpretations, drop them, I'd love to see it.

Anyways, one of the dialogue bits that make me giggle every time I hear it is during the Prize Counter mission. Gregory accidentally sets off the alarm and is panicked by it. Of course, we enter the mini game, trying to keep Monty and Roxy out for 3 minutes.

Honestly, despite playing the game so many times, it's one of the few missions I kinda dread. It's just nerve-wracking less than scary. Especially if it's later in the run with one or both of the bots shattered and you can't save right away.

But what tops it is after you survive the 3 minutes, probably having few near death close calls and stressing (Gregory definitely was), Freddy simply says:

All done! See, that was not so bad!

And it's like... Freddy? What do you mean?? I almost fucking died. You weren't even there! He sounds so cheery about it.

You spent nearly 4 minutes fighting for your life, and you're met with Freddy's lackadaisical attitude. It kills me. Freddy, when I catch you-

Don't get me wrong, what Freddy did was helpful, even if he just turned off the alarm. And he's been helpful for most of the game... (for the most part, maybe conceptually)

And I feel that he only says that as a way to soften the blow of the situation, like he usually does when something goes wrong. Always trying to find the bright side.. like a true optimist. It's like when a kid is about to do something scary and the adult can't do much, letting the kid be independent, and simply watch (and step in if they have to).

Once the scary situation ends in either the kid succeeding or maybe injuring themselves, the adult then steps in either praising or comforting them. "See, it wasn't that bad. You did it!" Or "Oh, I'm sorry, you did your best. There's always next time/maybe I can help you."

While it's annoying that Freddy responds in a causal way (again, it makes me chuckle), it adds something to him that gives him that paternal role Gregory (or the player) needs. He deals with kids all the time, and I'm sure he probably tries his best to be hands-on. Praising them when they do something, whether its minimal, like retrieving an item, or huge like winning a game and whatnot.

There's countless times Freddy graces Gregory with praise, no matter how treacherous or simple the task is. And that's adorable.

Of course, I'm still beating his ass though (affeftionate), cuz what do you mean you can't come save me 85% of the time? What else are you doing when you're not around me?

I love this dumb bear, but so help me-

[wrathofrats]

Over and Overture (Sexual Perversity)

Pebble/alpha (who the hell are pebble and ivy? They’re old ghouls! Check this)

Explicit. WC: 3120

Pebbles eye twitches while he stares in disbelief. The entire situation has him ready to rip alpha limb from limb. Fucking with ivy just to mess with him, treating the poor new summon like some object? His hands ball up into fists as he watches alpha simply turn to walk away like nothing happned. Ivy pulls his shirt lower, his face so red you’d think he’s sick.

“I licked it so it’s mine dirt boy” alpha whispers moving past him. He’s going to kill him.

Or pebble is hopelessly in love with ivy and alpha has to make the situation has bad as possible for him.

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(Tags and Warnings for: humiliation, teasing, slightly dubious consent, pebble is so in love it’s sickening and alpha has to fuck him against a wall about it) (and an extra thanks to @divine-misfortune as usual for being a wonderful helper on this)

“Could you be any more obvious?” Alpha groans.

The sound of water running stops as Ivy moves to throw the last of the dishes in the sink. There’s a blush to his cheeks as he stands over the hot water, the sleeves of his sweater rolled up to his elbow as he works.

“What?” Pebble blinks after a couple seconds, furrowing his brow at alphas accusatory tone.

“You’re staring at him again”

“I zoned out. Call the police if you’re so mad about it” pebble rolls his eyes, focusing his gaze back at the kitchen where Ivy scrubs at the plate in his hand. He can’t help the way his mouth turns up slightly when ivy's tongue darts out between his lips in concentration. The new summon was adorable. Hes tall, shaggy brown hair, awkward and pebbles heart skips a beat everytime they make eye contact.

“You’ve been making fucking goo-goo eyes at him for weeks.” Alpha turns himself around on the couch to look back at the earth ghoul next to him. He honestly thinks he can see pink hearts float above his head when ivy blows a strand of hair out of his face. It makes him want to be sick.

“I have fucking not asshole”

“Do you think I’m stupid be honest”

“Actually-“ pebble starts

“Don’t answer that. I don’t know what’s worse, your stupid puppy love or the fact that he’s entirely oblivious to how you’re practically undressing him with your eyes right now” there’s a chuckle behind alphas voice as pebbles eyes grow wider and his face reddens at the accusation.

“Can you shut the fuck up? It’s not like that”

“Is it not? Tell me what it’s like then” alpha coos condescendingly as pebbles heart pounds, feeling caught in his own stupid embarrassing feelings.

“I’m about to tell you what having a bomb in your room is like if you don’t mind your own business. He’s a nice kid, nothing more.”

“Oh and that’s all?”

“Yes dumbass” pebble sighs

Alpha stands up looking behind him to give Ivy a small smile. There’s a crinkle to ivys eyes as he returns it, the cheesy all teeth grin lighting up his entire face even for a small friendly greeting.

His focus is torn away as alpha walks to the kitchen

“Just checking”

There’s barely any time for pebble to protest before alphas standing next to Ivy at the sink. They don’t even exchange words before alpha moves to crowd him against the counter, looming over his smaller frame with a look that can only be described as predatory.

Ivy gasps, looking up at alpha through his eyelashes as his breath picks up. He looks so small compared to alpha that pebble could just break something. That should be him making ivy react like that, not that disrespectful pervert.

Alpha leans his head down low to his ear, tucking a stray piece of hair out of the way and holding his chin still.

“Aren’t you such a pretty thing”

He noses low against his jawline, giving a small kiss to the side of his neck before licking him from jaw to temple, a small snarl beneath his breath that keeps Ivy still.

Pebbles eye twitches while he stares in disbelief. The entire situation has him ready to rip alpha limb from limb. Fucking with ivy just to mess with him, treating the poor new summon like some object? His hands ball up into fists as he watches alpha simply turn to walk away like nothing happned. Ivy pulls his shirt lower, his face so red you’d think he’s sick.

“I licked it so it’s mine dirt boy” alpha whispers moving past him. He’s going to kill him.

It’s not even the move that makes pebble furious, it’s having to watch Ivy scurry off to his room without finishing his duties because the poor thing is so turned on he can barely function. All from alphas stupid fucking stunt.

His blood boils.

Pebble almost sends alpha to the hospital a couple days later over dinner.

He really should’ve known something was up when alpha practically ran past him to get the chair next to ivy before he could. Pebble barely even touches his food, feeling nauseous over watching alpha fucking flirt like a school girl with ivy. It’s gross watching him dote, he wouldn’t be surprised if he picked up his fork and started feeding the new earth ghoul.

“You’ve got something on your cheek mint sprig” alpha smiles at Ivy about halfway through the meal “here- let me get it for you”

He leans over to lift ivys chin up while pebble watches in horror. The touch is delicate, much less harsh than he would usually touch anyone else. Ivy catches alphas eye and and bring himself to look away, the two staring in each others eyes while pebble grips the table so hard he may break it.

“Stay still for me”

He does. Of course he does. Ivy freezes as alphas thumb swipes over his bottom lip slowly, toying with it for a few seconds before pressing just the tip of it into his mouth. Pink and parted, a bit too willing to take what alpha is doing for pebbles sanity. He slides it back out, trailing saliva over his lip before letting go and wiping his own mouth with the same digit, seemingly satisfied. Ivy doesn’t even close his mouth when alpha lets go and the confused tilt of his head almost sends pebble overboard.

“Good boy, there you go”

An audible choke comes from the earth ghoul as alpha stands to put his plate away, leaving Ivy and pebble both flustered in their own rights to sit and stare down at the table.

The thoughts afterwards leave pebble disgusted, not only with alpha but with himself. He replays the scene in his head in slow motion more times than is really appropriate. Just watching alpha cover ivys lips with his own spit, Ivy just letting him play with his mouth. Pebbles imagination runs so far with the sight of Ivy getting flustered over being called pretty in the kitchen the other day that he has to take a cold shower before he goes to bed.

He desperately tries to push the instances out of his mind.

Pebble attempts to concentrate on the mop in his hand, completely on autopilot as he cleans the floor of the chapel. It’s tedious, boring, mind numbing, and a perfect distraction. The monotonous task clears pebbles brain as he picks up a steady rhythm.

He doesn’t know how long he had been mopping before he hears the creak of the heavy wooden door open behind him

“There you are, was looking for you sprout” alpha calls out.

Pebble sighs, “didn’t I tell you not to call me that?”

“Not the point”

Alpha can almost hear pebbles eye roll as he glares back down to continue his work.

“Aren’t you going to ask me why I’m here?” Alpha huffs

“No”

“Cmon, just wanted to have some fun with you baby” his hands wrap around pebbles waist, rubbing at his hip. Pebble doesn’t even glance up at him, attempting to fight against his grip. They sway together while pebble pushes back and forth. It would almost be sweet if it wasn’t alpha and he wasn’t trying to fuck him nasty on the floor he just cleaned, pebble thought.

“What? still mad over my little thing with Ivy?”

The swaying stopped. Pebble gripped the wooden handle harder and swallowed thickly. The anger bubbled in him again and he attempted to study the patterns in the floor tiles as he desperately hoped alpha would drop it.

“Oh …. Oh that must be it then” alpha laughed. Pebble continued to stay still.

The mop was soon ripped from his hands and thrown to the side

“You don’t get to ignore me you fucking weed” alpha snarls.

Before pebble can protest alpha has him lifted up and shoved against the wall. His hands grip pebbles thighs, holding him tight against his hips as pebbles legs wrap around him instinctively.

“Put me the fuck down asshole” pebble growls, squirming against alphas grip.

“Have a little fun, dirt boy” alpha breathes against his neck, kissing and nipping just behind his ear earning a sharp breath from the earth ghoul wrapped around his waist.

“I have work to do idiot”

“It’s a small break, you can spare the time” alpha rubs his nails along the backs of pebbles thighs where he’s supporting him. The sensation makes his legs squeeze tighter around his waist as he leans into alphas mouth, going quiet. The silence is taken as an agreement as pebble relaxes a bit more in alphas grip, letting him bite along his throat.

“There’s the sweet boy I know” alpha laughs against his skin. He bites down onto pebbles shoulder earning a surprised whimper.

“Just touch me dumbass,” he demands.

“ I know you love this”

“I love getting off, not my fault you’re easy” pebbles tone is unconvincing. Shaky and high as alpha shoves his hands under his shirt to dig his claws into the plush skin of pebbles torso, earning a needy moan.

“Speaking of easy, I wish you could’ve seen your cute little boyfriend when I got my mouth on him in the kitchen.”

Alpha emphasizes his words with a roll of his hips. He holds pebble tight as he continues to run his teeth along his neck.

“Dont fucking talk about him.” Pebble rolls his eyes annoyed. Theres a breathiness to his tone as he closes his eyes to take in the feeling of alphas lips against his skin. He knows alpha is just trying to get under his skin.

“Oh I just thought you’d appreciate the information doll face. God he was so pretty looking up at me through those long eyelashes of his, wonder if he’d look better on his kn-“

“Shut the fuck up” pebble growls. claws into alphas back, pebble trying to threaten him into being quiet. There’s a pang of guilt in his stomach over hearing alpha talk about Ivy in such a way but it only makes it worse that his mind starts to wonder.

“You really should’ve seen him when I got my finger in his mouth, almost drooled over it the pathetic thing”

Alpha continues to force their hips together, feels how hard pebble is against him and can’t help but laugh a bit while pebble continues to protest and tear at his shirt.

“Just fuck me already please” pebble whimpers out, rutting his hips along with alphas

“I wonder if he would’ve let me. Just allow me to fuck his pretty little mouth with my fingers in front of everyone? He seems pretty easy, I’m sure he would’ve loved it”

Pebble wishes everyday alpha could just fuck him normally.

“I’m going to rip your fucking throat out if you don’t stop talking about him” his voice pitches and pebble curses while alpha grinds against him. It feels good, it shouldn’t feel good and fuck he shouldn’t be thinking about Ivy while alpha humps him against the wall and he hates that he’s even allowing this.

“Such a pretty rosebud isn’t he pebble? God I’d love to hear him like this, wonder if he whines as much as you do”

“Don’t fucking touch him, don’t ever put your fucking hands on him or I’ll-“

“Oh why? Because you want to do it? Wanna be the first to get your cock in the innocent little thing?” Pebble yelps when alpha bites down into his neck again. It’s an unfair game he’s playing, alpha knows him inside and out and pebbles going to fucking kill him when they’re done. He can’t move, can only just listen to alpha whisper absolute filth about ivy in his ear as they roll their hips together. He feels gross, dirty for getting off on it.

“Shut up shut up alpha I swear just shut the fuck up and put your cock in me alpha please-“

Alpha can tell he’s struggling, swallowing down his own pathetic noises while his dick twitches in his pants every time alpha mentions ivy.

“Protest all you want, I can feel how hard you are over him sweetheart”

“I’m not, just want you, I’m begging please just make me cum” pebble can’t help but move his hips along with alphas, shove a hand in his hair and pull him forward to get his lips back on him.

“God youre disgusting. You’re really getting off on this? Maybe you should just moan his name instead if you’re so desperate for him”

Pebble shakes his head, bites his cheek so hard he can taste blood. He doesn’t want to give alpha the satisfaction of getting to him, he’s not some gross pervert like he is.

The pace is too good, borderline too much and pebble doesn’t know how much longer he can control himself. Alpha knows exactly how to touch him, break him down until he’s a whimpering mess and pebble just tries to pray to whatever is out there that alpha shows him some mercy.

Alpha gives a particularly good roll of their bodies together that has pebbles thighs shaking.

“Fuck- ivy!” He yells before his brain can catch up.

“Oh you little fucking pervert.” Alpha laughs. The humiliation could just eat pebble alive as he tries to squirm away once again. “You are getting off on him! God you’re sick, what if I told him about this huh? Tell him you moaned his name while fucking me?”

Pebble wants to scream. “I’m going to fuck kill you, be fucking quiet don’t you dare” his brain feels like mush, he’s getting close and he can’t spit the words he wants to say out and god knows alpha isn’t slowing down. He feels brainless, ashamed, stupid even and his vision blurs as he thinks alpha is speeding up.

“god he would think you’re disgusting, poor thing probably barely fucking knows how to touch himself and you’re getting off on him?”

“I’m not fuck you shut up don’t you fucking dare tell him alpha please”

It’s too much, he feels hot even against the cool stone wall, he’s sure there’s a bit of drool falling from his lip and he doesn’t know if he can continue to fight before alpha forces the orgasm out of him.

“Know you’re close wildflower, come on, cum for him”

Pebble spills in his pants with a loud shaky curse, grinding himself forward through it. It feels good, too good and his mind goes numb as it washes over him.

“There you go baby, that’s it” alphas tone softens while pebble comes down. He wipes the sweat off his forehead and lets him down off the wall onto shaky legs. He keeps a steady hand on his torso to make sure he’s stable and waits for pebble to look back up at him to ensure he’s ok

“Doing alright? Feel ok?”

“You’re an asshole”

“I’m glad you’re alright” alpha smiles

Pebbles pants feel wet and sticky and utterly disgusting. His underwear sticks to him as he attempts to move to get the uncomfortable feeling to go away.

“If you wanna be good for me you’ll stay like that.” Alpha tips pebbles chin up to him. It’s hard not to smile at how flushed he is, face entirely pink with glassy eyes. “Don’t you dare change, want you to feel how gross you are all day ok wildflower?”

Alpha really just wants to see if he will listen, if he’s broken him down enough to follow a command.

Pebble growls as a response and pushes alpha away from him.

“I’m just too lazy to shower dickhead, I still have work to do no thanks to you” pebble picks up his mop again, cringing at how his pants stick

“I know you just like to listen doll face, you love being good for me”

Pebble tries to hide his face as he blushes, “I would love more if you were dead”

“I’m sure if I check on you later you still be like this, maybe ivy will smell it on you, see how sweet you smell when you’re turned on” alpha reaches down to take himself out of his pants, stroking himself while he watches pebble fumble upon seeing him

“What are you doing?” Pebble squeaks, gawking at the sight.

“I never got to cum, and I’m sure as hell not going walk around all day all messy like you, I actually have some dignity”

“I- why here?”

“Because I have such a pretty little sight right in front of me.. You know how much my good boy gets to me” alpha moans, speeding up his movements.

“I’m not your good boy asshole” pebble stutters out, he tries to protest and threaten but oh alpha can tell how much it gets to him. He sees how flustered he gets when he praises him.

“Mhm, you say that but you were just begging for me to get my cock in you right?” His hand works faster, thumb sliding over his slit gathering the pre that was threatening to fall down his shaft.

Pebble just stares at the scene, mouth watering and too light headed to fight with him anymore

“You’re not just going to cum on the floor are you?” Pebble scoffs as alphas strokes get more desperate

“If you don’t want it on the floor don’t let it get on the floor then sweetheart”

Pebble curses and drops to his knees. Still fuzzy and chubbing up a bit again in his pants and it’s really not his fault that he immediately moves to kneel in front of him, hoping to catch whatever alpha is willing to give him.

“See? Knew you were my good boy.”

Pebble can’t help but whimper at his feet.

It’s quick, alpha reaching down to force pebbles mouth open using his other hand to move his cock to rest on those sweet red bitten lips of his. It only takes a couple strokes before alpha is spilling into his mouth, having pebble greedily swallow it down and move forward to lick him clean.

“Ah, don’t be selfish wildflower, maybe if you do what I told you I’ll give you more later” alpha pulls pebble back by his hair. He reaches down to help him back to his feet, checking him over before giving him a small kiss on his forehead.

“Still ok?”

“Still fucking uncomfortable” pebble grumbles

“Maybe ill do something about that later then”

alpha tucks himself back into his pants and walks over to the mop bucket, kicking it over

“What the fuck?”

“That’s for ripping my shirt” alpha laughs, walking toward the door leaving pebble flustered and angry

“I fucking hate you”

[youremyheaven]

with that Venusian man 👨 hmm 👀👀 spill the tea girl

Not the 33yr old, this is the friend from a few nights ago 😜 whose arms I liked 🤭😩

They're both Bharani Moon tho 😌 which is my favourite among the Venus naks 😌😌😌 so I do feel like God's favourite rn lmao 🤪

Idk why I never felt this way about him before but looking at his pictures and talking to him, didn't make me feel much , like he's objectively good looking, a veryyyy handsome man, 6'2 😩😩 (the 33yr old is 5'7 max 😔) BROAD ASF SHOULDERS, BIG ARMS, but I was never attracted to him. He has a very sweetie personality too, he has Mercury in Purvabhadrapada atmakaraka and lots of Jupiter in his navamsa chart and he feels veryyy Jupiterean, which according to Claire's video is the nice guy you friendzone etc which is what I did too 😜🤭🤭but OH MY GODDDDDD THE MAN IS DEMONICCCC IN BED 😩😩😩😩😩

He has a veryyyy masculine presence and I love love love love LOVE his body 😩😩😩 he's so bulky and so big, I just get butterflies looking at him 😍😍

So we agreed to book a hotel room that you can rent for a couple of hours??? BEST DECISION IVE EVER MADE 😩😩😩

and from the minute he picked me up, I just had to have him inside me one way or another like 😭😭😭 he's SOOO manly, that I just WANT to get on my knees for him 😭😭😭 I can't believe I'm saying this out loud 😭😭

He's so affectionate and SOOOO gentlemanly, like DAMN he was raised right ✨ he prioritizes foreplay and spends a lot of time on my body, just kissing me all over, I remember when we were friends, he'd casually point to the moles on my arms and say shit like "would be nice playing connect the dots with these 😏" but I just saw him as a friend and I flirt with all my friends male and female and vice versa so i didn't think too much of it but tonight 😩😩😭 as he took my pants off, he saw the mole on my upper thigh and he was like "here's one I haven't seen before 😈" (and all of today, his voice has been deeper and more 🥵🥵 usually he sounds all 😃😊😃☀️🌸 but today he sounded so 😈🥵😈 even tho he was just talking about normal shit) and then he kissed it and licked it 🥵🥵down until he reached yk where 🙈 and BOYS' GOT THAT TONGUE TECHNOLOGY 😩😩😩I was shook 😳😳😳too stunned to speak 🙊😳😳😳😳I was physically glitching 😭 i literally had to beg him to just put it in because I cannot take it anymore 😭😭 and the wayyyy he grabbed my legs closer to him 😩😩😩we fcked thrice 🙈🙈🙈🙈 he only had one condom 💀💀💀 and y'all should always use protection when you have sex but when he pulled out and jizzed on my stomach, I lost my mind, idk it was so hot 🙈🥵

And just the way he holds me, touches me etc it makes me feel 😩😩😩

I'm sorry to share such filth detail with y'all but I don't have friends I can share any of this with (so instead I'm telling thousands of strangers lmao 😭) idk why I'm giving such a blow by blow account of this but honestly it was suchhh a good experience 🙈🙈🙈

We were just lying down talking between rounds and we have such a good bond y'all it's so funny 😭😭 like we're talking about random shit, he was asking me about stuff and I was telling him and he was smiling kissing my body as he's listening and then he holds my face and says "you know this is pillow talk right" and idk we're both blushing 🙈 and he's like "I love listening to this, don't stop, keep talking" 😩😩 (fastest way to my heart lol)

Anyways, we leave the hotel (super cute place btw) and when we're by the reception the staff (just two dudes) look at us like 😏but tryna remain professional and I feel so accomplished like ??? I just had sex with this tall handsome man ??? 😩😩And everytime others looked at us, I was just like 😌😌hehe this hottie was inside me 😌hehe 🤪😜🤭 and ngl we look reallyyy good together 🥵🤭🙈but anyways although he pulled out in time, he did cum outside my yk what and I told him I'm taking the pill just to be safe and he parked a little bit away from the pharmacy and went and bought it for me???? Like that's well raised right there 🥹🥹 (he didn't want them to see me bc this is India and women are judged heavily for having sex and he bought it bc he came inside me so that's the least he could do 💀but just the fact that all of it was so unspoken and he just did all of it intuitively was sooo hot to me, like I said I'm turned on by gentlemanliness) you should have seen the way he looked when he walked back to me 🥹🥹🥹🥹 just the finest man alive 😍🥵😩 idk how someone can go from being some guy to THE guy in a couple of days but it's happened 😭😭😭

he texted me asking if I reached home and then asked me a little later if I took the pill 😭😭 I never ever EVER thought that him and I would be at a point where we fuck raw and he reminds me to take the pill 😭life works in mysterious ways 😭

[myunghology]

࿐ i thought i had you figured out.

— ✦ leo tsukinaga x gn! reader. angst-ishh i don't know. it wasn't meant for angst but it's kinda sad. set before reader and leo graduates, readers family is mentioned to be living abroad; leo confesses to reader.

“what about you? what are you planning to do in the future?” leo asks [name], a good distance between the two sitting on a bench; turning his head to look at them, only to see that they were looking at the moon while they were also looking for an answer.

the wind softly blows their hair, making the ginger look at them with awe, if anyone saw how he was looking at [name], they would instantly know that he had something for them.

“im.. im not sure yet.” they say hesitantly, still not turning their head back at the male, he smiles at the view of their side profile, but then he speaks up yet again. “you're beautiful, you know that, [name]?”

they scoff, but before they could even reply to leo's comment, he starts yet again. “can i say what i want us to be in our future?”

“go for it.” they say, finally turning back to leo, while he smiles, looking away from them. “don't look at me. it's embarrassing.” he says, right before clearing his throat.

“i know i can't force you to do anything, but even after we graduate, i want you to stay with me, by my side. i don't want us to go our seperate ways just because we graduated. you've seen me before when i was at my lowest, it's hard to be alone.

and no— im not trying to use that as blackmail to make you stay. honestly..? i guess it's to say it's uncool of me, or even shameless. i don't want you to feel like you have to be with me just because i asked you to, or because you're worried about me. you shouldn't have to stay just for that.

you could quit doing the shit you're doing here in yumenosaki if you want to take care of your family, since they live abroad. no one would criticize you for a choice like that.

but maybe i will admit that there's a small part of myself wanting you to stay, even if it's for a selfish reason. it's funny to say because we only met like what.. in our first year? but i got attached to you quickly. you and sena were one of the first people i got to be friends with.

but i guess you just stuck out to me. i love both you and sena— but yours is somewhat in a different way. i don't love you like a sibling, i don't love you like a friend, nor like parent or child, but it's true that i do love you.

it's funny, no? i caught feelings for you so easily. and now we're about to graduate.. and im only confessing now. we even adopted a cat together we found on the streets on our first year.

everytime i saw you a struck of inspiration came to me, it made me want to write everywhere, but knowing you'd get mad, i didn't. there was one thing i noticed they all had in common; that they were all love songs. embarrassing.. right?

im sorry this confession was so sudden. it's selfish and i don't want to get in the way of your future. but i just.. hope you know id wait for you, no matter how long it takes. that's just my pride talking though.

if you don't love me back, then it's fine. even if i look stupid for believing all of the signs you sent me, thinking that you liked me. but you can't blame me, right? you know im gullible.”

[name] starts to tear up, but then shakes their head, sighing and giving out a smile. “and i thought you had me figured out, leo. maybe you are stupid, but you're stupid for even doubting that i didn't like you— no, that's not the word. you're stupid to even doubt that i don't love you.”

they wipe the tears on their face while leo turns back to face them; “hey.. don't cry.” he laughs, wiping their tears off their face for them, while they start to laugh as well.

“how are you not in tears right now?” they ask through laughter, sniffling. “im just built different.” he shrugs it off, taken aback when [name] pulls him into a hug, burying their head in his neck.

the moon was silently shining down on the pair, illuminating their little moment.

[ ©myunghology ; ok guys bye. *cries myself to sleep* ]

[ficthots]

Bonded: Chapter Four

A/N: Chapter four is here! I know I’m blowing through this story fast, but I have such big inspiration for it! I’m gonna say this now, get used to the shorter chapters because this is the last one. The remainder will be very heavy reading. Posted on both AO3 and Tumblr. As always let me know what you guys think and enjoy!

Word Count: 3.2k+

Three months. That’s how long it had been since that evening. The evening where everything shifted from one sentence muttered by the Supreme Leader. It was like a switch had flipped. Entirely night and day to how it was prior. 

Everytime you passed any Order official, regardless of rank, you were bowed to. When spoken to, your title was used in all seriousness. Kylo acknowledged you as you passed one another in the halls. 

A subtle tilt of his helmet down in your direction. To most, they wouldn’t think twice of it. Honestly, it didn’t look like he was doing it at all. But to you, you noticed it immediately. 

The first time he did it, it was so quick you thought you imagined it. When it happened again the next day, you were shocked to spot him two days in a row. Thus following nearly every single day. Like he was making a point to enter your wing of the ship to have some form of interaction.

It made no sense to you. 

Yet, you were in no position to shun him away. Especially after the success of your mission that spurred this all on anyways. You had returned some weeks ago, having spent longer than you thought you would. 

It turned out to be a misunderstanding amongst their ranks. Taking far longer than anticipated to track it down and put an end to it. When you were able to crack the case, it was handled immediately and you were able to return to the Supremacy. 

Some lower ranked officials were trying to dethrone their current leader. An act of treason of course, so once the leader of them was ousted from his own group by way of a plea deal, he was carted off to jail. It made galactic news. 

Upon your return, the success spread quickly. Somehow the news already reached the ship before your descent into the hangar. Knowing it had something to do with Kylo because the second your booted foot stepped onto the ground, all stopped working around you, offering you a single bow, and a greeting. 

“Welcome back, Empress.” 

Turning and facing Tamsyn, a confused look etched on your face, she shrugged, just as clueless as yourself. Your ladies were excited to greet you in your residence, Layana and Calista explaining the shift to you both.

As soon as the news headline was published, it immediately hit the Supremacy. Kylo called an impromptu committee meeting and explained what this meant for them all. You were now to be addressed as such, treated like the highest official you were, and there was to be no question about it.

You laid in your bed that night, staring at the ceiling, not sure what to do with this new information. It was what you had wanted. To be taken seriously by your husband. This mission was your chance to do it. You did. Yet there was still a small voice in the back of your head saying tread lightly, remember what he said.

How your title held no true weight. That it meant nothing. Did he mean that though? Given how you were being spoken to, it didn’t seem that way. But you knew better than to let your guard down so soon. A test of somesort, is what you were assuming this was. 

Now what?

Continue on with life and your set responsibilities. Plan another massive open house. Accept that your mother has requested to come and join you on the Supremacy for a few days. That was what your days consisted of currently. 

It was hard to not let your mind wander. Thinking about the person who was really behind that mask. When he addressed you directly, your mind played back what his voice sounded like without the modulator. How smooth and soft, but deep and stern he was. 

Yes, your conversations were still kurt and short, but they were more bearable having a face to place to the individual standing so domineeringly in front of you. His mask did wonders to hide his wandering eyes that couldn’t help but to dart all over your features as you spoke to him. 

Kylo didn’t plan to unmask himself to you that night. Honestly, not sure why he had opted to. He knew why, but he wasn’t done fighting it. Therefore, he refused to admit anything. Even though he had watched as your eyes had softened remarkably the instant your gaze met his. 

Expecting you to turn your nose up in disgust at who he was, it was the entire opposite. You had grown less rigid in his presence ever since then. More welcome to accept interaction with him even if it was short. When word had made its way to him that your mother was going to be aboard the ship in just a few short hours, he made a decision that his Knights did not know what to do with.

Even a formal introduction had been made between you and his Knights. One afternoon as you walked with General Waylan, Kylo and his Knights were departing from their designated training facility. 

Waylan took it upon himself to introduce each one individually to you. They all dressed like their leader, but in wildly varying design and style. None uttered a single word other than a polite bow and your title. 

Kylo bowed his head to you deeper than he ever had before in that moment. Even Waylan was shocked at the gesture offered. He led his Knights off just moments after, leaving you two standing there in awe.

The shift was unexpected and as he continued to become more…friendly towards you, all it did was confuse you further. 

You had been running around your dwelling all day long, trying to make it as perfect as possible for your mother. Excited didn’t even begin to cover how you felt about her coming to visit. Your home sickness went away slowly as time ticked on, but you still felt a small hole in your soul about having left your home and everything you knew.

Of course, you knew it was for the best, but it still didn’t hurt any less. When the blaster doors to your residence opened and there stood your regal mother, manners be damned. You hurled yourself from your sofa, throwing yourself into her embrace. 

She laughed, hugging you tightly, even though it was against protocol, she was happy to have such a warm welcome. You two spent the entire day touring around your residence and you showed her everything you could possibly think of on the ship.

As you two went to sit for dinner, waiting in your drawing room for the signal, your smile was large and not dwindling in the least. Grabbing your goblet, you brought it to your lips, tasting one of the delicacies from one of your travels. It was odd, even though the physical appearance of your home had hardly been updated with your mother’s arrival, somehow everything seemed so much brighter.

A natural glow that follows her wherever she wanders, even out into desolate space aboard the darkest ship you had ever laid eyes on before, your home no different. Perhaps it is why you were in the best mood you had been in since your arrival here. 

Glimpses of home and your life before, now seeming like an entire different life to the one you were absorbed in now. “How’s father?” You asked as you sat upright in your seat, the first opportunity to speak freely since she had touched down. 

Relaxing into her plush seat, she smiled. “Proud. Truly ,dove, your name has been circling the galaxy and he is bursting with pride as am I. You’ve only been here such a short time and have already done more than anyone thought would be possible.” Feeling your cheeks and neck heat at her showered praise, it dawned on you in that moment.

The work you had been doing for months and months was actually making a difference. Actually doing something to make the galaxy a better and safer place. Maybe that was where the shift had come from in Kylo. He knew you weren’t dillydallying around and truly working. 

“Thank you, mother. It’s very kind of you to say.” She sighed, still grinning before her eyes narrowed slightly. “How are you and the Supreme Leader? I presume he will be joining us for dinner, no?” Your tongue poked into your cheek.

Trying to best word your response without upsetting her, your eyes stared at your hands. “No, he will not. The Supreme Leader and myself are not on exactly cordial terms with each other. It’s gotten slightly better, but nothing more really.” 

Her shocked expression was exactly what you were expecting. “He has not attended anything with you?” Shaking your head, a deep sigh resonated from you. “No. It is not in his interests. According to him this is my responsibility hence why I am here at all. He wants it taken care of, so I do it.” 

Her sad face made your heart squeeze in your chest. Despite thinking you had come to terms with the status of your relationship with Kylo, actually talking about it still set a scar deep inside that was only beginning to scab. 

Warmth engulfed around your hand, seeing hers clasping yours.“Give it time, dove.” Offering a sad smile, you tried to shake off what had just happened. “Yes, well not everyone is as lucky as you and father.” 

Snorting at your statement, she released your hand. “Oh, dove, your father and I were not keen on one another when we first started either.” Before you could respond to her statement, the sound of your residence blast doors opening drew your attention.

Excusing yourself from the room, you made your way towards your living space, nearly collapsing as you saw who stood there. “Su-supreme Leader,” you greeted, a deep bow following. His helmet was removed, gloves as well, no cowl in sight. 

Your mouth went dry as his stone face turned towards you. “Empress.” His smooth voice escaped into the air. Plush lips pursing in your direction as his eyes settled on your figure. Shaking your head, you smiled as kindly as you could. Terrified you had done something wrong hence his unplanned visit. Were you about to be reprimanded in front of your mother? 

“I heard your mother is visiting.” Nodding, you pointed back in the direction you had just come from. “Correct. She is in the drawing room. Dinner will be served any moment.” You spoke, the longest he had ever kept his eyes on you before. It took every ounce of energy you had not to squirm under his intense gaze.

Only moments later did Layana appear from the kitchen. “Dinner is ready, Empress. Oh-Supreme Leader,” she quickly bowed, taken aback by him being here. Your lips parted, unsure what to do, but deciding instantly.

“Will you join us, Kylo?” The softness of your tone, the happy expression, it wasn’t what he expected. Only nodding, jet black locks slightly swaying with the movement. “Layana, please set a place for the Supreme Leader. Also, inform mother to meet at the dining room.”

As she scurried away, you turned back towards your husband. Not knowing what to say, in all honesty, how does one even ask the most powerful man in the universe to follow them. Deciding to just turn and begin walking, he followed, close on your heels the entire time.

Almost close enough to feel the heat emanating from his chest. His dwarfing presence felt now more than ever as you silently made your way to the dining room. Without any question or hesitancy, he sat at the head seat. 

Choosing to stick to what you had known in committee meetings, you took the seat to his left. It was only a breath later when your mother entered the room, bowing to the man to your right. “Supreme Leader Ren, how good it is to see you.” 

Not breaking a smile, not a hint of emotion to be seen on his striking features, he spoke. “Word had made its way to me that you were here to see the Empress, Queen Gaia. I thought I would join you for dinner this evening. If that is not a problem, of course. Is it, Empress?”

Feeling like a gaping fish out of water, you snapped back as quickly as you possibly could. “No, no of course not. We are delighted to have you sitting with us, Supreme Leader.” With your mother smiling brightly, you placed the linen napkin across your lap, sitting in total silence as you all prepared yourself for whatever tonight would entail. 

Your mother brought the goblet to her lips, seeing the dark liquid sitting in it, she narrowed her eyes in your direction. “What drink is this, dove?” Freezing at the casual nickname that flowed so abruptly from your mother, you were relieved as he observed his own goblet, smelling it before responding himself. 

“A bloodsour.” Eyebrows raising in his direction, you nodded. “Yes, bloodsour. On one of my recent trips the king was kind enough to gift me a bottle. It’s a drink with ancient ties. Quite a delicacy really. I thought it was suitable for tonight.” He sipped the contents, worried to see what his reaction would be.

Known to be a more potent beverage choice, you chuckled as your mom coughed at the strength of the drink. Kylo on the other hand didn’t bat an eye as the burning contents trickled down his throat. 

“It’s-it’s quite good,” your mother said through her laughter, wiping at the stray tears from her eyes. You were fairly certain the laugh that escaped you was the first one you had ever loosed in front of the Supreme Leader. 

Rooting you to your seat, his milky voice wafted through the air seconds after your meal was plated in front of you. “The Empress has been doing fine work here since her arrival.” Trembling hand grasping your utensil, you didn’t know how to react. 

The first compliment he had ever said of you in your presence. Was it a compliment? Sarcasm? Teasing you in front of your own mother? Your mother’s level headed tone carried after the first bite. 

“As I have heard. The mission is truly taking off around the galaxy and I know we on Bar’leth are eternally grateful we had such a hand in it.” Shooting you a small wink, Kylo’s gaze remained fixed to his plate. 

You were sitting in total silence, afraid to speak and say the wrong thing. Instead, you raised your goblet to your lips and took heavy gulps of the scalding liquid. Fighting through the burn, you finished your glass in the one swig. 

Who else but your mother to break the tension once more. “Supreme Leader, it is my understanding that the Empress is planning another soiree in the coming weeks. Can we expect you to attend this one?” Eyes watching him as she raised the meat to her mouth. 

Speaking before he could, you shook your head. “No, the Supreme Leader is never expected in attendance at such events.” All appetite gone, you only pushed the food around on your plate, trying to make it look like you were at least nibbling on what was there, all you could hear was the scrape of utensils along the plates. 

“Your home here is so lonely, dove. Are you in the west wing, Supreme Leader?” Again, you spoke up before he could. His jaw tensed, either from the bite he just had or irritation, he shook his head. “He resides further in the ship. Closer to the hangar and his training facility. He must be ready at a moment's notice. I reside here alone.”  

Eyes catching hers, the surprising news was hard for her to mask. A shaky sigh left your lips, feeling incredibly uncomfortable in this scenario. It was the longest you had ever been in the presence of him before. 

Not being allowed to delve into thought for a moment longer, your fork clattered to the plate. The head pain was back. Your hand immediately went to your forehead, trying to stop the splitting it felt like your brain was undergoing that exact moment. 

“Goodness! Dear, are you alright?” Your mother’s worried tone spoke out. Kylo’s eyes were trained to you, speaking monotonously after. The head pain dissipated as quickly as it had come on. “Perhaps you should rest, Empress.” 

Your mother quickly agreed, you rose from your chair on shaky legs, beginning to head towards your personal chamber. Tamsyn and Calista there to assist in getting you to your room. Formal goodnights echoed out as the Supreme Leader disembarked hastily. 

With your mother now in her own section of your residence, Tamsyn had aided in getting you to bed, you laid there and replayed the night's events over in your head. Why had he just shown up? Acting like he cared that your mother was visiting.

Putting on a front of course, surprised to hear the questions that were intimate of your lives. Not expecting it at all. However, you were pleased with how you played it off. Actually, you were slightly grateful for the head pain tonight. 

“Why in the stars would he arrive tonight?” Tam muttered under her breath, putting your hair into the night time style. “I haven’t the faintest clue. He just sat there…brooding. He’s an odd man, but I think he might have complimented me tonight.” 

She stopped fixing your hair, eyes locking in the mirror. “Complimented you? How?” As you explained, she agreed that it did in fact sound like a compliment. From any other being in the galaxy. From the Supreme Leader? Unlikely. 

Still feeling the buzzing effects of your drink from dinner and having consumed no real food, your eyes grew heavy, but you sat up straight in bed. Echoing in your head was the sound of somewhere else. Not in your head. Not your own thoughts. 

Feeling as though someone was there watching you. Feeling eyes on your tired figure. Muffling a frightened shout when you saw his figure standing in the corner of your room, your eyes nearly bugged out of your head.

Standing there silently, he watched you. Eyes never leaving you even for a moment. Despite him barging into your room this way, he did not speak at all. “Ky-kylo, what are you doing here?” His mouth set, your eyes still trained on the unmoving figure. 

“Goodnight, dove.” The response echoed in your head, him disappearing only a millisecond after. Laying back in your bed, your eyes stared straight at the ceiling. Kylo Ren had entered your room without you knowing, spoke into your head, and then disappeared into thin air.

What the hell was in that drink? 

[fiannalover]

Fate Fic Recs

Because I read a lot of fics and am always rolling that ao3 gacha, so I felt like sharing a non exhaustive rec list under read more. Feel free to reblog and add more!

past the lingering smoke - Kadoc-senpai is best senpai! Post-ID. Hurt/Comfort.

For Want Of A Relic - Fate/Zero Servant Swap AU where Waver gets Diarmuid and everyone else swaps around too. The resulting team-ups are honestly delicious and you get very good Diarmuid out of it. The writer came back after 4 years of hiatus to finish the fic and write sequels, go give them a round of applause!

Fragments of Chaldea - stares directly at the camera

Café of the round - Reincarnation AU Coffee Shop. The Main Round Tale reincarnate within the Fate Universe and get together to own a coffee shop, meeting and remeeting other nasuvere people along the way.

AND GUINIVERE IS THEEEEEERE!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉 yaaaaaaaaaay

Multiple Case Studies of the Strange Concept of Love - a Servant is summoned to Chaldea, and spends her days looking at the romantic couples within it and analyzing the emotions she feels. Once you learn who is the main character you'll start crying. Also, RamaSita, yay!

Sunset Cocktail - BediGudao Valentine’s day fic. Bedivere saves Gudao from stalker of the day, takes him to Moriarty’s bar, on Moriarty’s suggestion. Bedivere regrets his trusting of shifty old men from the word go, more at 11.

a planet between your teeth - Drabble. The god asks if the fairy wants to eat him.

what name is there for what we have done? - Post-LB6 Fic where Mordred is, quite frankly, blowing up after Morgan and Baobhan are summoned to Chaldea, specially with how much the former looks like him. This takes him to Bedivere’s room. Hurt/Comfort, amazing Bedivere, amazing Round Table dynamic (author uses he/him for Mordred)

vignette 50 - Sieg & Guda farming at New York Event. Cute. Cute. Cute. CUTE! def a fic to read to warm up cozily at the end of the day, I get cuteness giggles everytime I read it.

Taste-testing - CharlieGudao baking fic. Pure, unaltered fluff. Charlie lays the sugar Thick.

Conversation by the bus stop - Bedivere talks to a fairy who is not there

But we stay silly - GudaCas. Guda shocks Artoria out of dissociation by barking like a dog. Adorable. I SWEAR this is cute. Trust me.

Sign here - Modern AU GudaCas stuff following on that part of the chocolate competition where Cnoc says the winner will marry Ritsuka. A lovely comedy drabble that will Not tear your heart apart at the last second, unlike fics made by other authors who followed up on that scene.

遅くの成人の日 (救った世界が必ず貴方を救ったくれる、どんな形でもそれは貴方にきっと届く） - I can only pray the title formatted well. Summer event fic of Ritsuka dealing gwith how long she has been at this, and the acceptance of her own aging.

And Thus Did The Leaves Fall - BediArthur. Bedivere as Arthur dies.

Look at me - GudakoBarth. Gudako, Bartholomew, their feelings for one another and how much one needs to fit another’s type.

She did not want to die - NitoSche fic and character exploration. Amazing Sche character exploration, accompanied by an equally amazing Nitocris POV version of the fic in Act As A Pharaoh. If you like either girl, you HAVE to read it.

Have I Made You Sad, Mom? - Post-LB6 Morgan has been summoned to Chaldea. Baobhan hasn’t arrived yet.

(Free from) Sin - Morgan!Aesc, Aesc!Morgan, and the many times she felt love, wretched, cursed love.

Atonement - Ritsuka going through therapy and readjusting to a normal life post-lostbelt, as the voices of all her Servants remain ringing in her ears.

Your heart in my mouth, bitter on the tongue - MashMorgan. Mash confesses, Morgan vaguely remembers what emotions are. I do love a good rule of three emotional discussion fic.

Bridal Ox - Asterios goes to Habetrot’s workshop to ask for a dress

Taking the bit (heh) to its natural conclusion - Modern AU GudaCas. Guda is face blind, Caster needs someone to help her run away from the cops.

the odds don’t look far - Avicebron and David bonding over being the only jewish Servants in Chaldea (and, post-Part 1, the staff as a whole).