#i like her so much and she’s sooooooo hot and i like her stupid face and her stupid costume and her stupid smile and gestures

[munamania]

yeah. her halloween post is making me want to die a little bit actually

[so-much-for-the-seashells]

The Fun Kind of Sparring Pt. 2

Soldier Boy (The Boys) x Reader

(Aka minors do NOT interact with this post)

A/N: Sooooooo… did ya miss me?? Heh. My down stairs brain has been exercised, that’s for sure. Took five but now I’m trying to change lives 💪

Anyways, as always, all interaction, especially commentary/tags, is extremely appreciated! It really makes my day to hear that people like what I’m putting out there.

Content Warning: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ If you thought the last one was diddle-that-skittle-worthy, this one… I think I’m going to need to take a cold shower. I mean, my man doesn’t stop talking. I will say he’s really sweet to the reader. A few things he says sound more like him in canon, but overall he’s really sweet. Look, guys, life is lifing rn so I just needed a sweet hot old man to talk me through it 🤷‍♀️

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Previously on The Fun Kind of Sparring

"Good girl," he praises, and it's all I can do not to keen. I have to be soaked through my shorts by now, there's no way. "Well, what l'd do next... that's simple. I'd fuck her until she cried, and then I'd keep going. And I'd keep going until the only thing she can remember is my name, until she's gooey and clingy and a sweet little fucked out thing, all for me," he finishes, his grin from before returning back to his face. I'm losing it. I can't think straight. And yet- he's still waiting for me to make the first move. Son of a bitch.

"O-okay," I clear my throat, unable to find my senses. "And if that hypothetical girl was me?" We both know it's me, I just need to hear it.

"Well in that case I think l'd be the luckiest bastard who ever lived," he says sincerely, looking at me with a gaze that can only be described as pure adoration and lust. Yep. That's it for me. I lean up and kiss him with as much force as I can muster.

A strand of spit connects our lips when we part, and if I hadn’t heard him say all those dirty things I’d think it was the most erotic thing imaginable. It’s certainly a close second, though.

He crashes his lips back to mine once the strand breaks, demanding access that I could never be strong enough not to give. He explores my mouth with great fervor, silencing the small whimpers and whines trying to tear themselves from my throat. Once he’s sure I’m breathless he moves down, planting a row of kisses to my jaw before kissing down my neck, biting and sucking dark marks at the juncture of my neck and shoulder.

But through the lust induced haze that’s already clouding my brain I can only remember one thing.

“Uh, Ben?” my voice is unrecognizable, breathy and high.

“Yeah?” He says into my collarbone where he’s been leaving more love bites.

“What about you? Don’t you get to come in the story?”

“Oh, you’re sweet on me, huh, baby? Don’t you worry about me sweet girl, that’ll come later- no pun intended.”

“Oh, okay,” I mumble, tugging him up by the hair so I can kiss him again. “I could kiss you forever,” I say. And it sounds stupid, but his plush pink lips are just too good to be true.

“That can be arranged, sweetheart,” he smirks, leaning down to kiss me again. There’s just no feeling like it. I reach for the hem of his grey sweatpants, but he grunts, pulling away. I look at him, eyes wide with confusion.

“Sugar, as much as I’d love to give some sad sap the chance of walking in on this, I think it’s better we move this to my room.”

“Oh, okay,” I concede.

“Trust me,” he says, almost… shifty? Whatever. I’m too horny to decipher his gaze at the moment. I let him all but pick me up off the floor, and I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror embellished wall: my face is sweaty and splotchy, hair already a wreck, hickies everywhere on my neck and shoulders. Holy hell. I haven’t even gotten laid yet, and I look like I went nine rounds in a porno. Motherfucker. Me-fucker, in a minute. Good god.

“I think I’m an artist,” he says smugly from behind me, admiring the blues and purples on my neck and shoulders, and catching my gaze in the mirror. He presses his bulge to my ass, at which I gasp. He’s huge. I can already tell. How the fuck does he even-? I don’t even know how I’m going to finish that question.

“C’mon sweetheart, my room ain’t far.”

“Okay,” I mumble, stuck on the absent feeling of his bulge against me. “But the floor was so hot,” I pout.

“Don’t I know it, sweets,” he grins. “But I’ve got big plans for you, if you remember.”

I moan softly at the memory of his dirty words

“Attagirl.” The shit eating grin from before is right back on his face. “Now c’mon, sweets,” he tugs my hand in his, practically dragging me out of the gym. Before I know it I’m laying on my back in his soft bed, him over me. He somehow kisses me both soft and slow, and rough and fast, and it’s almost impossible to breath. Especially as he adds more to the canvas he’s made of my body.

“Can I?” he asks, tugging at the hem of my shirt. I nod, and pulls it up over my head, obviously enjoying what he finds under it.

“Of course my pretty girl has pretty tits too, I shouldn’t even be surprised, but”-he kisses the tops of each of my breasts-“damn, baby.”

I blush at his praise, unable to help myself. “Can I take off this cute little bra?” he asks.

“Mhm,” I say, hoping that he’ll just rip it off. But instead of being raucous he gently unclasps it from behind, teasing it off of me. He trails lower with his lips, lavishing my breasts in attention that leaves them perky and alert once he leaves them for my stomach.

I can’t help but start giggling at the feeling of his scratchy beard on my stomach as he continues his trek of kisses and such southward. “What’s funny?” he asks, obviously amused by my laughter. I can only giggle harder because he seems to catch on, now intentionally scratching at me with it. He starts kissing lower and lower, and eventually my giggles dissolve into moans as he nips at the juncture of my thigh and pelvis.

“So sweet,” he mumbles, tugging at the waist band of my shorts. He pulls both them and my underwear off in one go. “Oh, sweets,” he breathes. “You this wet all for me?”

I squeak, unable to respond to the dark, lust-filled look in his eyes as he asks. Thankfully the question is rhetorical, because my brain is already starting to get fuzzy.

He gingerly pulls off my shoes and socks, before pressing featherlight kisses to and massaging up my left leg. Just as he reaches my sopping heat does he stop, biting the squishy flesh of the inside of my thigh before returning back down on my right leg.

“Ben,” I whine impatiently, unsure of how much more of this teasing I can take before I just come without him doing anything.

He just tuts at me before continuing his ministrations. And good grief does he know what buttons to press, because my legs already feel like jello in his hands.

Finally he bites my other thigh, and I’m all but shaking with how eager I am for him to do something, anything to me. And he seems to be more than happy to comply.

“Listen, if you tell me to stop, I’ll stop,” he says roughly, sincerely, as his cheek rests against the inside of my thigh.

“O-okay?” I say, my tone far past breathy.

“That’s my girl,” he grins before diving in.

It’s like nothing I’ve felt before. It feels like he’s lit orgasmic fireworks, like far too much and not enough all at once, like… it’s fucking inexplainable. Especially while I’m physically squirming from how good it feels, while he only needs one big hand splayed over my stomach to keep me down. I couldn’t even tell you what I’m moaning between the incoherent mess of his one syllable name and the whines he’s pulling out of me.

It’s incredible. And he’s so methodical, so good at it. Eighty odd years of experience will do it to you I guess, but this is like, next level.

And before I know it my stomach is tightening in on itself, and I try to warn him. I really do. But he doesn’t even need me to warn him. Instead he takes his hand off my stomach and places both on either of my thighs, locking me in place around his head. And before I know it, his tongue thrusting in and out of me and his nose and facial hair rubbing on my clit have me coming with a loud cry of his name. I’m physically shaking by the end of it from how he continues to fuck me through it, lapping up every last drop.

The thing about Ben is that he does everything with great fervor. Passion, really, except he thinks that’s too feminine a word. There just has to be a certain exceptionality to the way he does things. When he snorts a line of coke, the line had better be four times longer than anyone else’s. When he performed back in the day, it had to be more grandiose than Queen, more ostentatious than Madonna. When he eats pussy, it has to be fucking leagues ahead of any other man or woman in the entire world.

And man oh man does he deliver. I think I come again, but it’s hard to tell from how intense the initial orgasm was and how fuzzy the overstimulation is making my brain. But he eventually pulls back, once again resting his stubbled cheek on the inside of my thigh, my come glistening on his jaw and mouth. It’s a sight of debauchery in its purest-or should I say filthiest- form. I’m panting, trying to ground myself as he smugly smirks at me, his greens eyes sparkling like cut emeralds.

“Y’like that, sweetheart?” he asks, knowing damn well I do. And yes, he’s cocky as fuck, but… he’s not wrong.

“Yes,” I mumble.

“Good girl,” and at that I clench around nothing. And he does not fail to notice.

“Aww, my sweet girl likes being a good girl,” he observes, languidly running a knuckle through my folds. I gasp, and he chuckles. “Easy.”

He surprises me by thrusting one finger in- and like he said, it wouldn’t do much with how wet I was. So he gives me a second, and I start to feel it, especially when he hits my g-spot on every languid thrust, eliciting tinny moans from me. The tinny moans get louder when he starts scissoring his fingers inside of me, opening me up as far as he sees fit. “Gotta get you ready for me,” he explains, spitting on his other hand before brining his thumb to my clit. I’m beyond fucked once the rough pad of his thumb meets my sensitive bud, gasping his name and arching my back.

“You’re taking ‘em so well, sweet girl. Gonna give you another,” he tells me before adding a third finger and rubbing on my clit even faster. I barely last three minutes of this before I come for the second-third?- time with a weak cry of his name, still ready for more. I’m flustered from how easy it was to make me come, and his words certainly don’t soothe my blush.

“Oh, look at this pretty pussy gushin’ f’me, she’s too good to me,” he groans, slowly thrusting his fingers in and out to prolong my bliss. “Aww sweet girl, why’re you embarrassed, huh? I think my new favorite color is pink cause of your sweet cheeks. My pretty girl, my perfect girl.”

My mind is so fuzzy. Ben- Soldier Boy- is literally praising me whereas he calls anyone else a disappointment or a whore. And he’s making me feel so good, not only because of the incredible sex but with the way he’s treating me.

He kisses me again before he stands up, and I can taste myself on him. I don’t mind though, because his lips, his tongue… I can hardly account for my senses, much less comprehend the taste of myself. He stares at me and finally takes the waistband of his sweatpants in his hands. I can’t help the way my jaw drops as he finally pulls them and his boxers down, and naturally he gives me his signature smirk.

The bottom line is that he’s even bigger than I had thought earlier. Like, this is a size I thought only dildos came in, not the real thing. It’s long, it’s thick, and it’s rock hard. His eyes are trained on mine, so naturally he catches me gaping and laughs. Jackass.

“You know that not all of that is going to fit, right?” I ask, a little nervous.

“We’ll see about that,” he says, cocksure. I can’t help but gulp involuntarily, but once he brings his lips back down to mine I’m right back into my whipped frenzy, pouting and following his lips like a puppy when he pulls away, rummaging in his bedside drawer but talking all the while.

“Don’t worry, m’gonna give you what you want, just gotta ease you into it, okay? Ain’t gonna treat you like a loosened whore, I could never. My sweet girl. Didn’t bring you in here for nothing, wanted this.” He holds up a small bottle, and that’s when I get it. He needed the damn lube. That’s why he wanted to come back here. Not a big connection, but for someone who’s ready to let him doin all sorts of unspeakable things to her and thank him for it, it’s a revolutionary revelation.

“Oh-oh,” I say, my voice breaking when I watch him fist himself a few times.

“Gonna make it feel so good for you,” he mumbles, rubbing a generous amount of lube up and down his length. As if it hasn’t already been beyond good. “Tell you what, baby, I want you to ride me, just to start. Y’can adjust on your own time, take it as slow as you need, okay sweet girl? ‘Cause if I’m on top… I don’t think I can make any promises.” At least he’s honest. The horny part of me wants him to just go ahead and rail me within an inch of my life, but the small, annoying, rational part of me recognizes how huge he is. He sits down next to me on the bed, comfortably resting against the pilos and the headboard. His legs are splayed, showing off the endearing curve to them.

It takes a lot out of my already fucked out self to move two inches and straddle him, but I do. He smiles, genuinely smiles, and I can’t help but smile back.

“Take it easy, sweet girl,” he tells me. “We’ve got all night. You just take all the time you need.” I’m so turned on by how sweet he is, I genuinely can’t even help it.

“Okay,” I mumble, reaching for his cock, feeling it in my hands. It’s just a little thicker than the grip of one of my hands- definitely thicker than anything I’ve ever had, but not as scary as I thought. I rub the leaking precum over his tip, because even though he’s already poured a more than generous amount of lube on himself I can’t be too sure. Not to mention the delicious gasps he’s making at every touch are enough to just do this for the next six hours.

But finally, finally I’m ready. I position myself over it, my arms encircling Ben’s wide, freckled shoulders.

And then I slowly, ever so slowly sink down on the tip. We both moan at the newfound sensation, and I physically have to stop for a second. He’s just so big. All of him is, from his ego to his overall stature, but inside me? He’s huge, and the stretch is beyond satiating.

“You okay, sweets?” he asks, recovering quicker than me.

“Yeah,” I whisper.

“Good girl,” he kisses me on the lips. The distraction of the kiss lets me move more comfortably down his length. I make it a little bit more before I have to stop again. “You’re squeezing me so good, this pussy was made for me,” he groans when I stop, and I hide my own noises into the crook of his shoulder.

“Ben?” I mumble.

“Yeah?”

“I need help,” I whine, keeping my face hidden to hide my embarrassment.

“Aww, sweetpea,” he lets out a small laugh despite himself, furthering my angry red blush. “C’mere, look at me,” I do as he says, my thighs sore from keeping me up as I do so.

“No need to be embarrassed with me, sugar,” he says softly, before bring my lips to his, a big hand cupping the side of my head. I barely notice his other hand on my hip until he slowly starts guiding me down on him, lifting me up and down where I’m and pushing me down further and further as he does so. He muffles my whimpers and whines into the kiss, kissing me so long that I forget what it’s like to breathe.

Once he’s bottomed out and I’m properly seated on his lap does he pull away, letting me moan as loud as I need to.

“How do you feel?” he asks, his own voice strained.

“Full,” I mumble, because it’s true. He’s so all consuming in this moment, all I can concentrate on is how he fills me to the brim.

He twitches inside of me at that, his brow furrowed.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Nothin’ baby, you just can’t be throwing around words like that,” he groans.

“You asked,” I protest.

“I know,” he retorts, kissing me again. After a few moments of sitting there on his lap, I tell him I’m ready to move a little.

“You need help, sweets?” he asks, giving me a knowing look. And I want to say no, that much is probably written on my face. Want to show him that I’m capable of bouncing on his enormous cock, but I sincerely don’t think I am.

“Maybe,” I concede sheepishly.

“That’s okay, baby,” he smiles gently, grabbing me by the hips. He slowly lifts me up his length, and I can feel my walls trying to contract around him as he moves me up, clenching him like a vice. A soft groan leaves his lips whilst various whimpers leave mine.

He keeps this gentle pace, so slow that I can feel every single inch of him slide in and slip out. Slowly the burn from the initial stretch disipates into pure pleasure that leaves me whispering his name every time he bottoms out. But eventually it’s not enough, because the thoughts of his promises creep into my empty mind, his promises of fucking me. Until I cry, until I can only remember his name and nothing else.

“Ben,” I mumble, my head still resting in the crook of his neck as he eases me up and down. “I’m ready.”

“Ready for what, pretty girl?”

Jackass. He knows damn well what, I can hear it in his voice. “I don’t want to say it,” I whine. He pulls me back so we’re eye to eye, resting me on his lap.

“I think you’re gonna have to,” he’s grinning ear to ear.

I pout, my hands resting on his chest.

“C’mon baby,” he prods, thumbing my lower lip. I take his thumb into my mouth, sucking on it. It clearly takes a lot out of him to take his finger out of my mouth, he seems to be turned on by the action.

“Fine. I want you to fuck me,” I tell him, crossing my arms.

“You’re lucky I like you so much. If anyone else were acting this bratty with me I think I’d have to teach them a lesson,” he smirks, the cocky promise clear in his eyes. Before I can retort he slips out of me, and I whine at the emptiness. I don’t like it.

Thankfully I don’t have to wait long because he lays me down, resting over me in a plank just as he was when we were “sparring.”

“Y’trust me?” His thumb comes up to meet my pulse point, his other fingers grazing across the bitten flesh of the juncture of my neck and shoulder, creating the most delicious sting. I nod frantically. “Words, baby.”

“Yes,” I whisper. His presses down barely a fraction harder, and yet it’s already enough to set me off even while being empty.

“I need you to promise me something, gorgeous,” he says, making the most intense eye contact I’ve ever seen from him.

“Okay,” I whisper.

“If you need me to stop, you tell me, okay?” His eyes are slightly wide, indicating how important to him this is. It’s easy to say: “Okay,” he has all of my trust. I kiss him for good measure, and we’re back. Fireworks gone off again halfway through as I take initiative to deepen the kiss before he can. But it doesn’t matter, because he’s stronger and so all consuming, and before I know it my mind is blank again. Blank and wanting one thing: him.

He gets up and I whine, not wanting him away from him. “Miss me already? My clingy girl,” he says affectionately, grabbing a pillow and putting it under my hips, kissing my stomach.

Settling above me once again, he lifts my legs up so that my ankles are resting on his shoulders, nearly bending me in half. But I let him, I’ll be as malleable ad he needs me to be if it’ll help him deliver on those promises.

“You sure you want this, sweets? Last chance to back out,” he tells me. I can’t believe he has the audacity to let the thought of me wanting to back out cross his mind. I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want him.

“I’m so sure. Fuck me, please,” I tell him. This is the strongest my voice has been this far, and I think he gets the memo.

“As you wish,” he grins, before sheathing himself in me in one go. I scream his name, but the noise is cut off by all air leaving my body as he thrusts into me at a literal superhuman pace. The sounds are ungodly, with every thrust a broken moan and the occasional grunt from him. He finds my g-spot with ease, slamming into it with every thrust ad he pounds me into his mattress.

“You sounds so pretty, maybe we should look into making one of those Internet videos.” I moan at the idea. I didn’t think starring in a porno would be my thing until he and his transatlantic 1950s accent suggested it.

“Yeah, everyone would want a piece of this pussy. But she’s all mine,” those last three words are punctuated with particularly hard, possessive thrusts that leave me gasping his name.

He brings his hand up to my throat once more, and the moment his thumb grazes my pulse point as it did before I realize just how much I want to come. “You like that, huh. Such a good girl,” I clench around him as he presses light pressure to my throat, and even though he’s not even done anything with my clit and it’s been maybe two minutes I’m coming hard and all-consumingly. It washes over me in waves that match Ben’s pace, seemingly getting more intense as he keeps fucking me.

“Oh sweetheart, you look so gorgeous when you make a mess of my dick. I’m hopin’ to see that five more times before the end of the night,” he tells me, but I barely hear him, too engulfed in my pleasure. He somehow adjusts the pillow under me while continuing his incessant pace and his grip on my throat and the new angle has me crying from how good it is.

“Aww, what’s the matter sweets?” he coos, knowing damn well what the matter is. It’s just too good.

“You’re so deep,” I sob, unable to gain my bearings because of how full I feel.

“Don’t I know it,” he groans, going impossibly harder. Eventually he takes his hand from my throat, and I whine, until he brings it down to my clit.

“Make it a good one, beautiful,” he winks with a click of his tongue before skillfully rubbing circles into my sensitive bud.

“Ben, it’s too much-,” I protest, but all it takes is a few more circles and I’m coming undone around him again. I’m both hyperaware of my tears soaking my face and the burn from the position of my legs but also on the verge of unconsciousness with how good it all feels. My legs are quivering around him but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“You’re okay, sweet girl, taking it so well,” he mumbles against my lips, kissing away my tears. I’d never had a lay so good that the guy had to reassure me that I was okay because I was shaking and crying uncontrollably from just how good it was. But then again, prior to tonight, I’d never had a lay with Ben.

He quickly brings me to the edge again, his fingers fast on my clit and his thrusts deeper than ever. When I come I can’t say his name, I can’t say much of anything because my mind is blank. Fuzzy, syrupy, I feel almost soft while the only noises I can make are little whimpers as he just keeps going. And I fucking love it.

“‘m gonna come,” he warns, and I muster enough of my bearings to tell him ‘please.’ He gladly obliges, coming with a loud grunt of my name, bottoming out so far inside me that he may damn well be in my cervix. I can feel it leaking out of me, and even in my fucked out stupor I can remember to moan. It’s the hottest feeling I’ve ever felt. He slowly pulls out then, gently easing my legs down.

I look up at him with questioning eyes, wondering why he doesn’t go for another three like he was planning to.

“Don’t want to break you on the first night, sugar,” he says, sweetly cupping my face in his hands. “I know you don’t feel it right now but you’re gonna be real sore in a couple hours.”

I pout, unsure of how to react to that. My legs are still shaking and while I do feel tired I’m still turned on.

Okay, maybe there’s dull ache.

“Oh, don’t pout. There’s other nights, and I’m gonna take care of you,” he smiles softly.

“Okay,” I whisper, finally regaining enough sense to talk.

He leans down to kiss me, softly this time. I melt into the kiss, and that’s when I realize: I don’t just want Ben. I think the feelings might be deeper. Maybe I… love? him.

But hey. There’s other nights.

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As a bonus, cause I love y’all: if we can get 250 notes on this post by the end of the poll time then I will do a spicy soldier boy fic with whichever of these gets the most votes. If we can somehow get to 400 I’ll do the top two! No kink shaming, okay? 🥹🎀

In the meantime, if you want more Soldier Boy try Taming the Supe!! <3

For fans of Big Sky!Jensen, part two of 2SC (aka my favorite project thus far) should be coming out next!

And don’t forget, asks/requests/thoughts/thots are always open!!

[ele-sme]

Guess what? Is 4 am and is too much hot to fell asleep.

Sooooooo this.

Lo'ak enters the marui of the family with a jump, and obviously he almost fells out thanks of the edge of the enter.

Kiri rolls her eyes as usual looking at her brother being the idiot he is.

As she braids Tuk hair, she notices Lo'ak looking around the place, looking for what their family was doing.

Their mother was cleaning the wounds of Neteyam, dad was preparing the dinner with Spider and she was braiding Tuk hairs.

Which the last one was obviously grumpy about, claiming she pulled her hair, which she obviously didn't.

"I have a question" the mighty Lo'ak exclaimed, but the only looks he attracted were those of dad, mom and Spider.

"If a human and a na'vi mate, how much does the human last before passing out?" As he finished his phrase, all eyes were on him.

Disgusted eyes.

"Who enters a room full of relatives and says something like that?!" Neteyam exclaims and mom next to him nods in agreement. Looking more disgusted than the time she had to clean Tuk first stomach incident.

"Spidy are you okay?" Tuk asks the boy, and now the eyes were on him.

He looks comically scared as dad would say "Don't you even try getting close to me, pervert"

a mischievous grin comes on Lo'ak face.

He takes a step closer to Spider.

"Oh spider~" Lo'ak says and his tone reminds Kiri of an old tv character that used to talk like that, michal goose? Or it was mouse? Her dad made her watch to much earth's shows that her mother didn't approve.

"Don't" Spider said getting up and taking a small step back, almost tripping because of his bow, who was put by himself on the ground before.

"But Spider, we wanna know~" Neteyam says joining Lo'ak stupid game.

"Nuh uh" Spider darts out and throws a fruit at Lo'ak, distracting him for then run away from the marui.

Lo'ak turned himself to face Neteyam who is getting clumsy up.

Mom looks at both of them with the most dissapointed face ever, probably thinking she raised only perverts unfunny boys, which she is right if he thinks that , Kiri would be dissapointed too, which she is. She started to be at eight years old.

"I already got in Aonung and Rotxo on this, call them, I'm going to search for him" Lo'ak says before heading out.

"Alright little bro, by the way, best prank ever" Neteyam says limping to go to the exit.

As soon as both of her (unfortunately) brothers got away, dad started laughing "boys prank" he says.

Kiri doesn't know if he ever got bad looks by three females at the same time. But now she, Tuk and mom were watching him so badly, that she is sure that if her dad would have been less brave, he would have cried.

They reminded silent all night, eating in silent and go to sleep in silent.

The boys got back really late, and as Neteyam puts himself in his own hammock next to hers he says.

"we tickled him so much that he stopped breathing for a few minutes, it was fine much funny" he laughed and Spider throw him a used loincloth that was probably of Lo'ak.

"Yeah, so much funny, really ah-ha-ah" Spider comments with a sarcastic tone, and Neteyam doesn't say anything.

They then lays on their own hammocks and fells asleep.

Took me all hour to write, i will probably put the timing of posting at 10 am or something.

[pissjesus]

go on 👁👁

Ok sooooooo I wanted to keep their personalities as close to their actual characterization, obviously, but I was thinking about how they’d get to the same place from a different starting point, if that makes sense. Cuz they’d probably be treated very differently if they acted and looked the way they do but were women instead (or a boy in Noodle’s case)🙃. Unfortunately these can get kinda depressing so fair warning. And these are just my takes so 🤷 unfortunately a lot of them are based on cisheteronormativity because we live in a cisheteronormative society

Also a lot of these ideas came from smashing my last brain cells together with @plastickatz and @alicepalmersnokia

* This all started from me finding out that “Murdina” is the feminine version of the name “Murdoch,” which sounds like what Murdoc would call himself if he put on a wig drunk in his room at 5am. So I’ve been calling them Murdina, Udon, and Rose— 2D stays the same cuz she’s still got 2 dents. But some people (Murdina) call her 2A cuz she still has no boobs 😔

* 2D does modeling on the side cuz her tall, slender, androgynous appearance and pilled-out, blank stare make her a y2k alt it-girl

* Murdina finding a younger, more attractive girl to be the face of her band when she’s in her 30s and considered “ugly” seems like it’d be of greater importance. Murdoc gets to make being ugly and gross his schtick. Not that Murdina would compromise her right to replace a shower with half a bottle of “Truth or Dare” by Madonna, but she’d probably have to work harder to get fame

* She’d be constantly in the tabloids for nip-slips and ass crack, throwing her heels at the paparazzi, and her “foul” comments about eating babies. She’d also post slutty pictures online and be shaking with rage as people comment “omg body positive queen, love your bravery <3”

* 2D is already treated like he’s stupid but I think people would expect girl 2D to roll over and take a lot more bullshit— she would have flipped her lid WAYYYY earlier on

* Don’t worry Rose is still bald she just wears wigs. Hear me out but I feel like Rose would be a lot more femme than Russel (or at least more femme than he’s allowed to be). Russel prides himself on being educated, well-spoken, and fashionable, and I feel like that standard would be higher as a woman (especially being a fat black woman in the early 2000s). So I think she’d be very conscious about her image— she’d probably be everything Russel wishes he could be. However, she’d get very down on herself when she can’t reach that standard of perfectionism when she’s really depressed.

* Russel being put on a pedestal as “the only responsible caretaker” would be cranked to 1000. Though, besides Rose being an über-perfectionist, I think her and Udon’s relationship would ultimately remain unchanged. They’d still be very close even through all the lows

* Rose criticizes Murdina and 2D for their lack of hygiene and sitting with their legs spread— she puts forth that she doesn’t believe in tearing down other women but once in a while she lets it slip that she thinks they’re sluts. She’s also a repressed lesbian but she’ll figure that out eventually

* Murdina, on the other hand, has no qualms with tearing down other women and resents 2D for being considered “the pretty one” (which I fully believe Murdoc already does, but the media doesn’t pit men against each other in terms of looks quite as much, don’t they? 🙃)

* On a darker note, and this might be a hot take I guess, but I feel like Murdina’s MO would be less physical and more psychological. If Murdoc/Murdina wants to hold power over 2D, they’d have to do it in a way where people are going to turn a blind eye. It’s not that big a deal for men to push each other around and hit each other, but it’s considered more unusual for women to physically fight in public. Murdoc still tries to get in 2D’s head and Murdina would still swat her occasionally but I just think Murdina would have had decades of practice in psychological warfare

* In the same vein 2D would have to fight back in the same way. I feel like she’d give her backhanded compliments in interviews— like “I always admired that you don’t give in to the pressure to get a nose job :)”— and Murdina can only sit there fuming because she can’t throw a table.

* 2D would have very little tolerance for men because they expect/want her to go along with anything since they think she’s stupid, but she wouldn’t take it. But I also don’t think she’d be particularly clever on the fly so when some guy is trying to make her look stupid she just throws things at them (which Murdina would kinda respect)

* I also think 2D already cries easily but girl 2D cries at any provocation so not only is she whaling on you with her bony fists but she’s also crying. Category 5 white woman moment

* Udon is a weird one and I don’t have as many thoughts about him, unfortunately. Like he’s still a former child soldier, fighting his way out of hell, killing zombies in his own home, and bearing witness to psychological warfare within his band, but I guess now he doesn’t have interviewers asking him if he’s drawn anatomically correct.

* I guess interestingly, here is where Kat and I had differing opinions. Cuz I think 2D and Udon wouldn’t be as close but they don’t think their relationship would be any different, so I don’t know, I’m not dead-set on my take

* I already think Noodle has a hard time being vulnerable and I think part of it is because she takes after Murdoc in that aspect, partially because she feels like she has to prove herself as the only girl. Udon would likely be the same way but maybe for different reasons? Perhaps seeing the way Murdina gets into peoples heads would make him keep his distance, though Rose and 2D’s influence would keep him from being too cold.

* I’m sure there’d probably be “concern” that he doesn’t have a proper masculine influence in his life when he’s like 14 and wants to paint his nails but idk, when 3 disaster bachelors took in a random little girl and put her to work, no one seemed too concerned

* I can literally name like 4 different pieces of media about 3 disaster bachelors taking care of a baby but I can’t name a single story about 3 disaster women raising a kid together so that’s probably why I have a hard time thinking of what to do with Udon

* Sorry if these are kinda depressing, I do have funnier scenarios if people wanna hear them. Or darker ones if you want to peep the horror

[whiskeyswifty]

Tell us how your renaissance tour concert was!!

omggggggg absolutely SPECTACULAR. I've seen bey a few times, mrs. carter and the formation tour, and every time has been better than the last but this...... this was on another level. the crowd was like a live wire, totally jam packed metlife stadium (we did not win the on mute award though because new yorkers are are STUPID. my hometown of DC won though i'm proud to say :)) Every single minute of it, was expertly paced, even down to starting with ballads which is kind of an insane move??? She sang like idk 4-5 ballads to open the show and honestly that was a very smart choice. Most people leave slower stuff for the end, but Bey's show is also 3.5 hours so by hour 3.... yeah you're already tired so a slow song is NOT the move. Also, to open with her voice just BOOMING like that, absolutely stunning and her riffs!!! her adlibs!!! as the sun sets!!!! MY GODDDDDDDD it's life changing to hear her live. I cannot recommend it enough, especially when she sings ballads. the piano player was also this hot woman that my gf and i were like oh???? kiss???? they didn't but bey sat ON the piano for most of the ballads so i'll settle for that.

then the show really started and it was PHENOMENAL!!!!! mind blowing what she did with some of the robot arms and the set pieces she had. There was this one part where the robot arms "painted" stained glass onto her and the dancers outfits???? it was't actually painting it, but I HAVE NO IDEA HOW THEY DID IT???? The show was so high energy, so joyful, and also so funny??? i haven't laughed that hard at a fucking stadium tour show like.... ever?? like not even her banter, which she doesn't do much of, just that the show had BITS. America has a problem has the famous news desk that i'm sure you've seen, which says KNTY News.... cunty news..... SCREAM. she also comes out in this stupid ass bee helmet that's sooooooo funny to see on her. There's one part where a giant sliver vertical mattress is brought out seamlessly, pillows and all, and they wrap her in it like in a split second and SHE PRETENDS TO TAKE A NAP STANDING UP!!!! FOR NO REASON. IN BETWEEN SONGS. she's just having sooo much fun, making such silly faces, saying silly shit. it really felt like a huge party and was just the most joyous and cathartic show i've ever been a part of. not a single second where you wanted to sit down or stop dancing. les twins were SOO GOOD and this one part at the end of america has a problem they got up on huge poles and were like swinging over the audience?? some real cirque du soleil shit. and the end of heated live... screaming with 65k people.... THAT is gay culture. AND IN THE END SHE RIDES ON A GIANT BEDAZZLED HORSE. IN THE AIR. The stage as well was really cool, how they used the visuals to transform it into sets and the giant circle in the middle, which YES turned into a cyborg's open vagina because why not??? just.... unreal. god i could gush about it forever, if you can manage to get tickets, go see it. it's dazzling and unreal and the production value, the spectacle of it all, the pacing and the energy, not to mention Beyoncé is the single greatest singer/performer currently living and she's incredible to behold. the voice, the choreo, the art direction of it all, just beyond compare.

i have to take a minute to just say..... the interludes...... oh fucking BITCH they were soooooooooooooooooo galaxy brain genius. works of art!!! every single one!!!! like short films!!!!! some of them were abstract and some of them were actual footage. There's one part where cyborg beyonce taps the camera lens and it's a VERY cool moment and was the one on the NY exclusive merch. one was a short film of the ballroom scene from the 80s/90s, i'd venture to guess, and i got so emotional seeing all of those queer people back then, most of them black and brown, full of joy and life. to spotlight them during this show like that was so beautiful, celebrate them now in front of all those people and see that despite the horrors our community has always faced, they always found joy and happiness, i couldn't handle it i got teary. Immediately afterwards they went into the Pure/honey section where the dancers did the ballroom portion and HONEY BALENCIAGA CAME OUT EVEN THO SHE WAS INJURED THATS A HOMETOWN GWORL. anyway i had a fucking phenomenal time if you couldn't tell. there's an amazing photo my best friend took of me and my gf where i'm just standing there gobsmacked, jaw on the floor, and my gf is a blur in the background cuz she didn't stop dancing the whole night. one for the ages!

[mermaidsirennikita]

IAD Hero Power Rankings: Part... V?

Almost forgot that a new sexy babe entered the villa and took over today!!!

Rydstrom Woede, demon (king), Kiss of a Demon King

Pros:

--called Sabine a "good girl" even when she's actually being a bad girl

--is explicitly a dom

--the first time he smiles is after she flips him off

--is into spanking

--takes Sabine to a bar and everyone leaves the bar because she's evil and he's all "awwww baby I don't understand why they don't like you :(" when she's committed, like, war crimes... down ridiculous...

--his big comeback to his enemy is like "lmao well I'm about to make your girl's eyes roll back in her head SOOOOOOO EAT IT CUCK"

--has two elaborate fantasies in this novel: a) suspending Sabine from the ceiling and edging her until he lets her grind against his face B) watching Sabine cuddle their cute baby. The duality of demon king

Cons:

--I mean I guess he did some pretttttyyyyy dubious shit to Sabine, but only after she did them to him

--met a woman and became her friend and talked to her for days and literally didn't remember fucking her once until she reminded him.... I thought it was funny

--that time he went at Sabine's tits for so long that the next day she was all "THEY HURT SO BAD" so I assume he was like a newborn baby or something

--"I don't have any fetishes!!!!" has every fetish known to man

--was so down ridiculous that he went to try and kill himself to save her... this is a pro... but I'm gonna pretend it's a con

--is pretty hard on Cade who was just trying!!! his!!! best!!!!!!!!!! but again this is only mildly a con because his disappointed dad thing is hot

2. Conrad Wroth, vampire, Dark Needs at Night’s Edge

Pros:

–exceedingly good at removing obstacles between him and what he wants

–a virgin and SUPER embarrassed about it in a way that is INCREDIBLY precious (when he finally fucked this woman and went “So I was good?” I almost fucking wept)

–murder puppy only wants death and blood (until he discovers………… other things)

–a natural born dirty talker

–BABY BOY…. BABY BOY…./EVIL

Cons:

–has erectile dysfunction for a significant part of his book, he gets better but I was so sad for him

–I mean, is fully insane and wants to murder his entire family, but nobody’s perfect and Nikolai kinda deserves it

–wears sunglasses indoors

–got aroused while buying underwear for her and had to limp home

–made Bowen MacRrieve sad and that makes me really upset because I love Bowen MacRieve

3. Bowen MacRieve, werewolf, Wicked Deeds on a Winter’s Night

Pros:

–is a werewolf general

–was celibate for 1200 years after his lover got so scared of his wolf form that she gored herself on a tree stump (lmao)

–spent those 1200 years trying to bring her back to life

–great at catching and preparing seafood

–breeding kink (wants to put all the bairns in Mariketa)

–kinda into bondage…?

–gets hard at the thought of Mariketa’s carnage, even when he is the carnage

–update pro: gets sent to a party by himself so that Mariketa can run an errand and just sits there confused and miserable at the bar by himself waiting for her to show up even though he knows people there; I imagine this is much like that SNL skit about a dog park for boyfriends, where the shy boyfriend hides under a picnic table

Cons:

–kind of a fuckboy (will say his dead lover’s name when he comes, ONE TIME, but “Mariketa” and “Mariah” begin similarly so)

–doesn’t like it when Mariketa chant incantations into her mirror because it creeps him out

–breeding kink (casually tries to get her to stop taking birth control)

–makes fun of Mariketa’s vibrator, even if I found that actually hilarious

4. Lachlain MacRieve, werewolf, A Hunger Like No Other

Pros:

–chewed his own leg off to get to Emma, pinned her to the ground in broad daylight, and inhaled her neck like a fucking FREAK

–actually pretty good at being the werewolf king (saves Bowen from his own stupidity multiple times, much daddy, very authoritative)

–saw Emma kill her own dad and basically swooned

–is absolutely down to get his blood sucked… through his penis (I believe he says that’s the only way he’ll accept BJs now…?)

–gets by on missing 150 years of progression purely on intimidation, which I personally find deeply sexy

Cons:

–I mean yes Lachlain is one of the rape-iest IAD heroes even if most of that was werewolf instinct and burning alive for 150 years

–doesn’t know how to use an iPod

–but will max out your credit cards

–a werewolf supremacist (is this a bad thing…?)

–says “Kiss me like you want to live” which I guess I should put as a con because it’s non-consensual but whatever I was dow–

5. Cadeon Woede/“Cade the Kingmaker”, demon, Dark Desires After Dusk

Pros:

–extremely loyal to his brother (which I found cute)

–orders ahead to get pre-packaged food for Holly to accommodate her OCD, while helping her Walk on the Wild Side

–was the first guy to 69 with his heroine in this series

–stalked Holly for like a year (stalking is love)

–gets adorably tongue-tied around her, but not in a lame way

Cons:

–lied to Holly for like… that entire book lmao (even though it was fun)

–is called the Womb Raider for a reason, apparently (a little tooooo potent)

–sort of fucks with Holly’s birth control, in the sense that he made sure she was super fertile, but to be fair Holly did not… actually… take birth control

–threw out Holly’s OCD meds, though I chalk this up to the year the book was published

–just sort of drove around giving Holly head for WEEKS while Rydstrom was getting sexually tortured, so like…. maybe doesn’t have GREAT priorities…. maybe has the best priorities… Rydstrom was fine…

6. Nikolai Wroth, vampire, The Warlord Wants Forever

Pros:

–deeply efficient and good at his job (being a bloodthirsty warlord), which turns his mate on as much as it should literally everyone else

–scars all over

–very family-oriented, which means he’s extreeeeemely daddy, and very much uses that in the bedroom

–will try to make nice with your bitchy sisters for you

–is receptive to therapy, even if the therapist was his beaten and bruised brother whose advice was basically “do better”

Cons:

–did steal Myst’s chain and used it to make her come on command; which, while I liked it, was very much non-consensual

–insecure about Myst’s history as the greatest femme fatale of the last couple millennia (though he gets better and decides to be a sex-positive feminist)

–that time that he turned his little brothers into vampires against their will

–was so down bad that he literally started to waste away when Myst didn’t let him get off for five years

–does not properly heat his manor

7. Sebastian Wroth, vampire, No Rest for the Wicked

Pros:

–basically a virgin when he meets Kaderin

–Gentleman in the Streets Freak in That Random Nightclub Where He SNAPS

–joined the mile high club remarkably fast

–throws out all his principles for her

–Speaks Like Dracula but in a “I vant to suck your clit” way

Cons:

–borderline beta, or as beta as a murderous centuries old vampire warlord can be

–a little tooooo accommodating of Kaderin’s bullshit

–could have been more demanding, to be honest (Bowen and Lachlain would noooot have been as patient as he was, which some would like but I was a little weary of)

[yamatossideboob]

ONE PIECE 1118 Spoilers!

This week's red hot moves:

Yamato!! you have to save your lunchbox!! you'll just be hungry again later!! Yamato noooooooooooooooo

I keep forgetting just how fucking huge the Giant Robo is, thats a big breakfast boy right there

"Say the line Iron Giant!"

*absolute crickets bc this is getting ridiculous now and not in the fun way*

"What's happening on Egghead?!" Sit down fella this is going to take a while

Sooooooo here we may have a major aspect of the Final War being set up, where a good chunk of, if not *most* of the OP world is going to believe Luffy is a violent anarchist who killed a beloved scientician, bc the World Gov & Marines said so and they wouldn't lie about thaaaaaaaaaaat. They may come into conflict with the steadfast believers who've met or seen Luffy and know he didn't do it. Whether this becomes full-on war remains to be seen, but I think at the least we can expect the world to be much less welcoming to the Strawhats and their allies post-Egghead :s

I forget if its public knowledge that Sabo is Luffy's brother, but since Sabo is credited in some parts with the assassination of Nefertari Cobra, my above musings don't feel that out-there unfortunately :y

Anyway good to see more of the Alabasta homies

ty for correcting that horrid little bug Rebecca

SPEAKING OF SPECULATION I think we'll probably end up with a Vegapunk satellite on each side here basically? York with the WG, and Atlas and/or Lilith remaining free to access the same knowledge (probably not with the crew, they'll likely shack up with the giants on Elbaf or maybe with the Rev Army?) we shall see.

lmfao i keep getting surprised by how big the Giant Pirates' ships are. who would have expected colossal viking-inspired humanoids to have similarly gigantic sailing vessels

LMFAO BABY VICE ADMIRALSSSSSSSSS Doll's so mad i love it

HOW MANY TIMES DO WE NEED TO TEACH YOU THIS LESSON OLD MAN!!!!! god auld fellas never give over

FUCKIN YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GEAR 5TH IS BACK WITH THE BOOMBOXIN

I fucking love that giant meat has full restored Luffy so hard he's causing localised earthquakes AND its so loud that its getting the other giants ship dancing with the drums of liberation miles away, its so so so good

okay. I love Nika Bonney so much for multiple reasons:

This is Bonney after meeting the Sun God her father told her so much about, and getting the idea into her head that she can be this free too.

That little side panel where we're shown Kuma's body... I want to think that somehow, he knows. I need for him to know. I need for him to see Nika Bonney and know that she can finally be really free and doesn't need him to be afraid for her or watch out for her anymore. That everything he did was worth it after all. Pls Oda, somehow. I don't care how stupid the reason is.

I fucking love the troll physics energy this has. One is utter fucking chaos, two is chaos team up tandem and that spells big trouble for Elder monsters!!! Mars is gonna regret this!!!!!

As has all but been confirmed, the Iron Giant is powered by drum heartbeats, and the sheer racket of TWO Nika heartrates might finally be enough for Giant Robo to DO SOMETHING WHICH MIGHT STILL HAVE THE CHANCE TO BE HYPE LADS

If the Iron Giant manages to play a role in bringing Mars down or at least stalling the Elders enough for everyone get away, I really think it'll make all of the blueballing wrt the Robo this arc be worth it. In hindsight. Such are the perils of weekly engagement. I hope Robo sees Nika Luffy and Bonney too...

Finally, the vocal minority power scaling bros seem to be HATING Nika Bonney, and I live for fake fans getting mud flung in their faces lmfaooooo

In any case, we'll find out next week my nakama! See ye all there! 💪✖️

[paperbakc]

LAST DAY

From crying over marks to crying over friends, the school life is coming to an end.

Today was phenomenal. Topped the class in bio, got disappointed in English, felt like throwing chairs over a stupid boy and successfully (?) convinced my friend (who was sad over said boy's trashy treatment of her) to drop the guy like hot metal. Btw, burnt my tongue tge previous night and couldnt taste anything! (Still cant :( probably wont be able to st the farewell tomorrow, we booked BBQ nation!! *sigh* ig everything cant go right)

Clicked sooooooo many photos in so many phones I don't even know the contacts. meghna was close to tears (yeah i know unbelievable, but she was overwhelmed so). I didn't eat anything for the whole day, partly due to running after teachers for marks during the last break of my school life and partly due to excitement, also a major part due to the burnt tongue (my tastebuds have put up white flags). Also, had our class (and bio) teacher praise us for our performance in the bio exam bcz yes our section did amazing !!! Then Rohan sir brought cake !!!!!!!!! And clicked selfie with the entire class !! I spent all the time (not spent on writing on shirts or checking marks) filling bio lab file's index and then didn't actually get to make sir sign said file. *sigh * Arijit sir looked approvingly at my chem file. All the subject teachers who checked my papers said I did well when I went to them to clear doubts, Manali ma'am, Samiran sir, Supriyo sir.. (yay!) Versha, meghna, me and komlanshi decided to make a groupchat bcz our friendsjip highkey deserves it. On versha's request, i directly went up to keshav and asked him if he liked versha. Dude went red and said "not rn" to the question "do you like her as more than friends????" Dude is stoopid and had half of our friends going "ahhw" and the other half going "🙄seriously?" when informed of his response.

Also, to put a cherry on top, I KISSED SOMEONE FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!¡ (AFTER 1.5 YEARS OHMYGOD) it was aditi. Which is the best possible scenario bcz no chance of feelings or shit development. She was disappointed with kissing her boyfriend and asked me to properly kiss her since I had experience. Also, the discussion regarding their first kiss took a turn leading to Ruchika and Aditi kissing (pecking) each other on the lips when adt said a peck can be done between friends as well. Neelanjana came in once in the bathroom we were doing said kissing in, saw me and aditi close to each other's faces (we weren't even kissing at the moment lmfao) and promptly ran away!!!!!😭

We went outside after dispersal and everyone was wearing their handwriting littered shirts and clicking, posing and smiling for pictures. It was sunshine brilliant.

I have not yet processed the end and honestly don't want to. I don't want to be and won't be sad. Today was extremely fun. I discovered loving friends and great teachers during these two years despite being in the school for barely 1 and half years, and i definitely hope to keep in touch with them in future. This is the ending of a journey and the starting of another one. For better or for worse, farewell to my school life ♡♡♡♡♡

.22/12/23

"And you'll be left in the dust Unless I stuck by ya You're the sunflower I think your love would be too much"

[kiwixlime]

Between You and I - Part Nine

Hello, my friends! This update is shorter. There's also zero smut lol. But it's needed for story purposes because we are approaching the end! I'm not sure what I'm going to do when I don't have this ficlet motivating me. But I still have oneshots lined up, and maybe one of those will inspire something more! Anyway, as always, thank you sooooooo much for reading! We have one to go! <3

The first time you ever felt heartbreak was when you were a mere eight years old. You had this silly crush on some boy you met at summer camp. His name was Ben and he was one of the cool kids, funny, and dorky. The class clown everyone loved. 

And you were you. An awkward, sassy kid who had an insane amount of confidence for your age. On the last night of camp, when everyone was gathered around the fire making smores and singing songs, you made your move. You very boldly told Ben that you thought he was cute in that innocent way kids flirt. You smiled and giggled and put yourself out there in a way that made others envious. 

But Ben turned you down in the way that strange little boys always deflect. You had never felt so hopeless. And for the longest time, that was the worst form of romantical misery you endured. 

Of course, you were just a kid. So you bounced back quickly. 

You dated. You had your relationships. You had your one night stands and your casual hookups. But it’s been a long time since you felt love, passion. Your last boyfriend was really just a placeholder for lonely nights. You could have loved him, but you never had the chance to find out. You didn't let yourself. It’s terrible to admit, but it’s the truth. You weren’t looking for love. You didn’t want it. 

And then you ran into Joel Miller. 

It started with a crush when you were 16. He was simply your best friend’s handsome parent. He was the kind of guy all the girls dreamt about; even Harmony had the same stupid fascination with him. Never in your life did you expect anything to come from it. Hell, he and Sarah left, and you eventually moved on from the Miller family. They were just a pleasant part of your past. 

Then you started hooking up with him. And sure, at first, it was just hot sex. It was dirty and forbidden. And that’s what made it so risque and tempting. But time went on, and you connected with Joel. He’d always been kind and caring, witty and sincere. But you got to learn about him on a more profound level. You found out what makes him the remarkable man he is. He let you peel back those layers to expose his genuine self. He let you in. 

How could you not fall in love?

The first time you felt heartbreak was when you were eight. It stung to be rejected by someone you were so fond of. But that? That was nothing compared to this. 

You’re on your way to Harmony’s, trying to hold in your sobs on the crowded bus. Outsiders keep looking up at you, and you know they’re either concerned for you or afraid you’re one of the unstable riders ready to lash out. You don’t care. You can’t. All you can think about is what just happened.

The look on Sarah’s face when she realized you were sleeping with her father will haunt you forever. The hurt in her eyes, her trembling lips as she blinked back those tears. It's burned in your memory. She trusted you. She trusted you as her best friend, and you betrayed her. 

But fuck, the way she looked at Joel shook you to your core. Her face was painted with hatred, a burning fire that could’ve scorched you and him. You’d never seen her so outraged, especially at Joel. She was so disgusted, like she was staring at a stranger, a monster, instead of her loving dad. And you felt sick. It was your fault; it is your fault. 

When you left Joel standing there in shock and sorrow, you felt the bile in your stomach rise up and torch your throat. But you had no choice. You had to leave. He had to go after Sarah, and you had to take yourself out of the equation. 

You love Joel, and watching his face crumble as you packed your bag tore you to shreds. But it’s what’s right; Sarah comes first. You’ll learn to love again. 

But that doesn’t stop you from giving in to your suffering for now. You rest your head against the dirty bus window, watching the streets pass by in a blur, buildings molding into one another, the faces of strangers switching at every stop. There’s a pain rooted so deeply inside your chest that you can hardly breathe. You just left him, and you miss him so much already. 

When the bus stops by Harmony’s place, you bolt out of your seat, apologizing to the other passengers as you aggressively bump into them. You can hardly see through the veil of tears in your eyes, but you manage to get off the transport in one piece. 

It’s not a far walk to her building, but you move fast anyway, focusing on the burning in your calves as you run instead of the stabbing in your chest. Replace one pain with another, that’s how it works. And right now, you’d take anything over heartbreak. 

You wonder how your friend will react. Will she be sympathetic? You think so. Harmony has been a believer in you and Joel since the beginning. She’s the one who encouraged you; she’s the one who gave you the nudge when you needed it. She’ll feel your pain. She’ll understand. 

Out of breath, you stumble to her door, weakly knocking on the wooden panel and hoping that’ll be enough for her to hear. It’s as if she’s been anticipating your arrival with the way she bounds to the door. You can hear her loud footsteps and step back as the door swings open. She gives you a sad smile and motions you in. 

You pause immediately, your eyes meeting another set of red, puffy ones. Sarah sits on one of the chairs in the living room, tissue crinkled in her hands, face stained with tears. For a moment, you consider leaving. You’ve already caused enough trouble. But then you get that same burst of affection you had the first time you saw Sarah this morning. You missed her so much. You need to talk to her. 

“Sarah,” you say hesitantly, your voice betraying you, fading out as you breathe her name. 

“I don’t want to talk to you,” she mumbles, just as sad. “Why are you here?” 

You gulp and look at Harmony as if she’ll know what to say. “I came here for my friend,” you tell her. “But now that I know you’re here, I would like to talk. Can you please just give me a few minutes to explain…” 

“Explain what? Explain sleeping with my dad? Kind of slutty, don’t you think?” She scoffs and stands up. 

Harmony grimaces and walks into her kitchen, leaving you to let yourself in. Okay, Sarah’s angry. You knew this would happen. The things she’s saying…it’s in the heat of the moment. You’ve done the same plenty of times before. 

“You know?” Sarah speaks up again, and you dread whatever insult she’s about to throw your way. “He watched you grow up. He was there for so many life events… Does that not make you sick? I mean, you’re literally screwing a man who attended your kindergarten graduation. Don’t you feel any kind of shame?” She asks with annoyance. 

“I get your concerns--” 

“I can’t believe my dad, either. Like, what kind of pervert? Guess I’m not too surprised. He has questionable taste.” Sarah rambles on about you and Joel and how weird and vile you both are. You don’t want to lose your cool. You want to keep things calm so you can have a proper conversation. 

But you can’t. 

“Sarah, enough!” You yell, loud enough to make her jump. Harmony peers around the corner, shoving gummy bears in her mouth as she watches you two. “I know that you think this is wrong. I get it. When it first started, I had the same doubts. Things changed. I don’t think of him as the guy from my childhood. I think of him as the man who has been nothing but kind to me. We’re both adults. And I’m sorry that this is uncomfortable for you. I really, really am. But I never meant to fall in love with him!”

Both Harmony and Sarah stand stunned at your confession. Harmony giggles behind you, but Sarah looks mortified. And suddenly, you wish you would have kept your damn mouth shut. 

“You love him!” She stomps over to you and for a second, you think she might throw a punch. She doesn’t. “You don’t love him. Don’t say that. Don’t ever say that!” 

“Sarah…” You try, but she shoves past you, anger and resentment casting off her. 

“I love you,” she cries, looking at you and Harmony. “I love you both so much. And I’m sorry I didn’t stay in touch,” she admits. 

Harmony sets her snacks down and walks over to join the conversation. “We love you,” she says. “And we’ve missed you like crazy.” 

“I missed you, too,” Sarah voices, but it’s cold. It’s distant. She looks at you, hatred in her eyes. “But you didn’t have to fuck my dad,” she spits and storms out of Harmony’s apartment. 

The silence that follows her brisk exit leaves you chilled. Harmony attempts to comfort you, pulling you in for a hug as you let more tears fall. You can’t help but think you’ve ruined three relationships - you and Joel, Sarah and Joel, and now you and Sarah. How are you going to move past this? Do you even deserve to?

“It’s gonna be okay,” Harmony whispers, her delicate hands comforting you in an embrace. “Everything is gonna be okay. You’ll see.” 

You wish you could believe her. 

-

“What is this for you?” Sarah asks her father in the dim light of his living room. He’s turned on the faux fireplace to give the space a warm glow, mostly so he could drink whiskey and wallow in the stillness. Then Sarah came back. “I mean, she’s my age, dad. Doesn’t that freak you out? How are you not upset about this?” 

“I am upset,” Joel says quietly, nursing the drink in his hand. “I’m upset because you’re upset.” He stares at the animated flames, watching them dance, unable to meet his daughter’s eyes. He won’t see that disappointment again; he can’t. His soul is a hollowed-out tree, nothing but darkness there. 

Sarah scoffs, thinking she’s the only one being sensible right now. Why can’t you see it? Why can’t Joel? Your relationship is dangerous. It’s not right. Both of you will get hurt. She's just trying to prevent that. Right?

“You never answered me,” she points out, glaring daggers at her father. The fake fire crackles in the background, filling the emptiness Joel's causing. “What is this for you? What could you possibly want with someone her age?” 

“It’s complicated,” he says with a weak shrug. He closes his eyes and breathes in the scent of you that still lingers. Pieces of you are everywhere, consuming his apartment in a mix of berries and spices, sweet smells and your chaotic energy. Fuck, he was so happy this morning. There’s nothing like waking up next to you. Your hair spread across his pillows, and your warm body curled into his. And he was so happy to see Sarah. He'd been waiting for the day she would come back and visit him. If only it hadn't ended up his way. If only he could have prepared her. It's a lot to take in, he knows. And it makes him think. He needs to be honest. “Actually, it’s not complicated at all,” he confesses. 

Sarah’s eyes narrow and she leans forward, attempting to make eye contact with Joel. He hesitantly looks up at her, wishing that wicked expression would go away. “What’s that supposed to mean?” She asks him. 

Joel groans and stands up, shuffling his way over to where Sarah sits. He doesn’t push, but she accepts his advances and pats the empty space next to her. When he sits, he covers her hand in his. And at that moment, Sarah knows. 

“Do you love her?” Her voice flutters as she asks the million dollar question. Truthfully, she doesn’t know which answer she wants to hear. If he says yes, she’s going to be sick that her father fell in love with her friend. But if he says no… Then he’s just an asshole using her friend for sex. “Dad… Do you-- do you love her?” 

Joel chuckles and shakes his head. His lips curl with the hint of a smile, but his eyes are drowning in sadness. He’s complex, Sarah notices. And she can see in the way he’s acting that there’s more going on beneath the surface. Briefly, her anger subsides. It’s rare for her to see her father this way. 

“I do,” he admits. “I love her.” 

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Joel Miller Taglist: @swtaura - @chxpsi

[noctumbra]

❝special❞

summary ─ “such a good girl,” he whispered, his hand petting your hair and stroking your cheek softly.

pairing ─ mob!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, gun play, daddy kink, oral sex (m receiving), face fucking, face slapping, pet names, dom!bucky, thigh riding

a/n ─ um. ok. i’m not so sure about the smut part, hope i did okay skjfhsjdf i was going to post charles and alpha!bucky fics i know but i wanted to give something while I’m writing them. and this. well, today’s this prompt’s day sooooooo hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! thank you <333

KINKTOBER DAY TWENTY-NINE: mob!bucky + face fucking/slapping + gun play 

Bucky had been watching you eye his gun on the table for an hour now. He could see your pupils dilating, your breathing getting a little heavier, and his eyes were watching every flick of your tongue whenever you licked your lips.

He had told you that you could stay in the room, ordered you to sit still until he was done with this meeting. After that, you could play if you were a good girl. You had nodded eagerly, the urge to be good for him was too much for you to ignore it, and it made Bucky smile. He loved the eagerness you had, loved how much you wanted to be a good girl for him.

“Well, T’Challa and his sister are insisting on that negotiation you had talked about? What do they want?” Bucky snapped out of his eerie and pulled his eyes off you with Sam’s question. Blinking a couple times, Bucky readjusted himself on his comfortable office chair.

“They want us not to cross the border they have drawn,” he started; his commanding, sultry tone was making you shiver with almost each word. “Shuri wants to be updated with each development about health and technology while T’Challa wants to know everything.” Bucky sighed deeply. “Basically, they want to be our partner in everything.”

Bucky saw Natasha arching one, perfect brow challengingly. “Do we want that?” Bucky threw her a ‘what do you think’ look.

“Yes,” he answered, mimicking her sarcasm filled voice. “They’re valuable people with very precious resources, Natalia. Of course, we want that.” Natasha’s cat-like green eyes narrowed at him dangerously. Bucky wasn’t scared of her, no, he knew what she was capable of, but he also knew that she wouldn’t go against him whatever the situation they were in.

“Fine,” she said, shrugging. “Are we gonna ignore Killmonger or are we gonna accept him just like that?” She snapped her fingers to stress the word.

“We are doing business with Udakus, Natalia. Not with Killmongers,” Bucky sighed. “He can figure things out by himself; he’s no one to us.” Bucky waved a dismissively. His eyes were watching you from time to time, just to check-in. Natasha opened her mouth to intervene, but Bucky lifted the hand he just waved at her direction. “I know that they’re cousins. If T’Challa wants him to be taken care of like them, then he can do that himself. I ain’t doing any business with a fucking thief.”

“Fine,” she repeated, shrugging once more. Bucky nodded distractedly.

“Okay, now go. We’ll talk more about this in the morning. Go,” he waved his hand, not looking at them, he watched you as Sam and Natasha left. Bucky looked at Steve, his bodyguard who was standing by the door, and nodded at him. “You can leave, too. We’ll be up in the penthouse shortly.” Steve nodded obediently.

“Goodnight, sir,” he said and left as well.

Bucky’s eyes found yours as soon as you were alone. Snapping his fingers sharply, Bucky called out to you. “C’mere honey,” he murmured the command and sprawled on his chair. You stood from the seat you were occupying and walked towards him, falling onto your knees gently as soon as you were between his thighs. Bucky hummed happily.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered, his hand petting your hair and stroking your cheek softly. You smiled at him as you leaned into his touch. You loved when he was soft on you like this. You loved it when he showered you with love and cherished you. You felt special. “You’ve been very patient today,” Bucky murmured. His eyes were watching the way your eyelashes fanning your cheeks, watching the already-debauched look you were supporting. “You’ve earned a reward.”

You beamed immediately, and Bucky chuckled softly at your eagerness. “A reward?” You asked, “What is it, Daddy? What is it?” Bucky’s thumb skimmed your cheek, nose and came to a stop on your lips.

“What do you want?” He answered you with another question. “Hm? What would you like to have as a reward?” You bit your lip, eyes already glossy, you looked shy. “Aw, baby, now isn’t the time to be a shy little baby, is it?” You shook your head. “Tha’s my girl. C’mon tell me, hm?”

You licked your lips before answering: “Fuck my face, Daddy? Wanna be full, wan’ you to fill my dirty mouth up.” Bucky groaned deeply like this wasn’t what he expected to hear.

“You wan’ me to use your mouth, baby? You wan’ that as your reward?” You nodded; the eagerness on your face was spurring him, turning him on even more. Groaning lowly again, Bucky slipped his thumb in your mouth. You sucked it, hollowed your cheeks, you sucked his thumb like you’d suck his cock if he were to replace it. “Take me out, baby, get it out.”

Your fingers flew to his belt, undoing it quickly, you lowered his zipper and pulled his cock out of his boxers. He was already hard as a rock. His cock was angry red, even a little purple on the head. His balls were heavy and full. You moaned appreciatively. Wrapping your hand around that hard cock, you stroked him a few times.

Chuckle turning into a groan, Bucky stopped you. “Put it in your mouth, honey,” he murmured, his hand never leaving your face. Nodding, you let his cock head slip between your lips.

You slurped all the precum that had leaked; sucking it and flicking your tongue under the mushroom tip, you swallowed his cock in one gulp. Bucky gasped. Both of his hands moved to take a hold of your face, he threw his head back.

“Fuck, yeah, baby,” he moaned, “Yeah, swallow it all.” You hummed as you started to move your head up and down, swallowing more of his cock with each movement. Bucky groaned and grunted and moaned; he was making all kinds of sounds that always got you wetter than usual.

You pulled off, licking a flat line under his cock, you placed a kiss on the head. “Fuck my face now, Daddy?” You asked him, “Please?” Bucky chuckled breathlessly.

“You’re gonna be the end o’me, little one,” he whispered and wiggled on his seat. He spread his legs even wider, leaned against the chair a bit more, and he pulled you even closer to his groin. “What do you do when you want me to stop?” He asked and received a three tap on his thigh. “What do you do when you need to breathe?” He asked once more and this time he received two rhythmic squeezes on the same thigh. “Good girl,” he smiled and gave you a open mouthed kiss.

You sat on your haunches, opening your mouth wide, you stuck your tongue out for him: Showing the hole he was about to fuck. Bucky moaned at the pretty sight before him. He knew you were that special one the moment he saw, and as the time went by you proved it to him over and over again.

“Lookit you, honey,” Bucky breathed as he placed his palm on your cheek. You grinned at him happily. You were getting sweet on him slowly, your face was showing all the signs Bucky needed to see. “Getting stupid on me already…” He whispered, and you continued to grin at him. The palm on your cheek left its place briefly and came back with as a slap.

You gasped at the beautifully stinging pain on your cheek. Your eyes were wide open, lips parted, you panted. Bucky smirked, a dark look was present on his face and eyes.

“Yeah, you love it when I slap it, don’t you?” He tutted. He placed his other palm on your not-bruised cheek. “Wan’ me to do it again? Hm, honey?” You nodded eyes half-closed. He knew that moment that you were halfway up there in your little cloud. Bucky smiled at your state, stroked your cheek and slapped your once more.

You gasped and moaned and whimpered. You loved that pain/pleasure mix Bucky had always provided you. He was master at finding that rare balance between them and delivering you that perfect amount.

“Oh, you love it, baby,” Bucky whispered. “You love the pain.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you moaned, you were drooling also. Bucky gently wiped the drool and tilted your chin up. Kissing your parted lips for a couple seconds, he pulled back only to feed you to his cock again.

You moaned as you tasted his precum. That bittersweet taste had exploded in your mouth, making you curl your toes in your shoes. You relaxed your throat, widen your jaw and let your Daddy to use it however he wished to use.

Bucky hummed; holding your face in his palms, he thrusted up into your mouth carefully. The smooth slide of his cock into your wet and scorching hot mouth felt amazing. Bucky felt like he could come any second, but he knew that he wouldn’t. You were just that good, that good at making him feel amazing with the smallest pleasure you could give him.

“Oh, shit, like that, baby,” Bucky moaned lowly. His thrusts were shallow, it not still careful. His balls were hitting your chin lightly. “I’m gonna go faster now, okay, honey?” You hummed an approval, making him grunt with the vibrations he felt on his cock. Groaning, his hands slid in your hair and he held on tightly as his thrusts got faster.

The slick sounds your mouth were making, with each hit of his balls on your chin were driving you both crazy. Bucky could feel the way his balls getting tighter, heavier. The pleasure that was ringing through his body had him curl his toes in his shoes, got his thigh muscles jumping with each thrust.

A loud groan had escaped from Bucky’s mouth and he pulled you off, making you pant and watching the spit dripping down from your jaw. Bucky took one of his hands off your hair and grabbed his gun on the table, placing it in your mouth after he checked the safety.

You whimpered loudly. You dug your nails in his thighs, and Bucky waited for the stop sign which never came.

“Suck,” he ordered. “Suck it like it’s my cock.”

Moaning, you did as he told you. You closed your lips around the gun, bobbed your head up and down slowly and sucked it. Your eyes were closed and you looked so lost in sucking the gun, Bucky growled. Pulling you back from your hair, he replaced the gun with his cock. You didn’t waste a second to suck him like you did with the gun. You flicked and circled your tongue around his cock head, relaxed your jaw, your throat so that he could continue to fuck it.

“So good,” Bucky moaned. “So fuckin’ good, baby.” He thrusted in your mouth, started to fuck your throat for real. Balls hitting your chin, Bucky fucked your throat with abandon. His thrusts were fast and sloppy, the spit making the slides easier. You moaned every time he hit the back of your throat, tongue poking his balls and licking them.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna come,” Bucky gasped. You could feel that he was close by the tightness of his balls. Bucky’s thrusts became sloppy, hips stuttering, Bucky pulled you against his groin harshly and came down your throat with a loud groan. You gagged slightly, back bowing forward, you choked on his cock. Even though the soft curls that were adorning the base of his cock tickling your face, you tried to breathe steadily through your nose.

“Fuck,” Bucky breathed as he eased himself out of your mouth. You gasped. The tears which you didn’t feel them rolling down on your cheeks made your face wet, spit was all over your chin and your lap had a pool made from drool. “Fuck, baby, you look so…” He hummed. He grabbed your by your jaw and his arm was wounded around your waist, he hauled you on his lap. Bucky kissed you; it was a filthy, open mouthed one where you smeared almost all the spit on your face to his beard.

You whimpered into the kiss and rolled your hips against his bare cock. Bucky gasped at the oversensitivity. Bucky moved you from on top of his cock to his thigh and pulled back.

“Rub on my thigh, little one,” he ordered, placing the gun right under jaw, “You’re gonna come like this.”

You swallowed hard at the feeling of the cold gun right under jaw; its weight getting you wetter in your leggings. Bucky gripped your waist in his large hand and made you rub your pussy on his suit pants. You mewled as you continued to roll your hips, your movements gaining speed with each roll.

“Yeah, honey,” Bucky hummed. “Just like that. Rub that little pussy on my thigh, just like that.” You mewled again, your hands were on his shoulders, and you squeezed the muscles under your palm. Bucky clicked open the safety, making you sweat but also turning you on even more. You rolled your hips on his thigh faster. Your leggings were stretching nicely and providing extra friction, and you knew you were about to come.

“Daddy…” You moaned. Bucky hushed you, pressing the gun on your skin even more. You choked on your moan, gasped and your hips stuttered in the mid-roll. “’m─ Daddy!” You threw your head back, squeezed the muscles harshly as well as your legs around his thighs, and came.

“There ya go, sweetheart,” Bucky whispered, putting the gun on the table so that he could wrap his arms around you. He hugged you tightly, placed kisses on your temple and cheeks and his hands stroked your back soothingly. “You’re okay, little one,” he was murmuring, “You’re okay, Daddy’s here.”

“Mmm, Daddy,” you mewled. Bucky kissed your temple again and hummed. “Take me to bed, please?”

Chuckling softly, Bucky fixed your hair. “Of course, little one,” he agreed. “Arms around my neck, c’mon little koala.” You giggled at the pet name and did as he said. Bucky stood up, placing you on his desk briefly to fix his pants, he picked you up again after a few seconds.

You were out like a light as he stepped into the elevator, and Bucky wasn’t complaining.

His little one needed sleep little more than he needed. 

[soulwillower]

troublemaker II • richie tozier

(richie tozier x reader)

requested:  IMA NEED A PART TWO OF TROUBLEMAKER   +    also R U GONNA MAKE TROUBLEMAKER P2 I NEED A PART WHERE THEY FALL IN LURVVVVV    +   holy shit ainslee troublemaker was amazing can you please please do another please    +     will you ever do a part two to trouble maker? i fucking loved it    +     heyyyy so if ur requests do ever open again u should make one where it’s a part two of troublemaker but the reader is the dominant one this time 😳    +     IMFG IM GONNA NEED A PART TWO OF THAT FIC MISS    +     hey ainslee queen I hope you’re doing good I know I am since that fat Cheeto is finally gone lmaoo anyways but I just had this moment in my head since I read your new Richie fic (which I loved): enemies to lovers but it’s sub!richie instead 😉💜💜💜    +      yooooo your fics are sooooooo gooooood. and troublemaker kinda deserves a second part with richie teasing the reader at dinner      

this was highly requested so here!! part 2 of troublemaker!

part one here 

warnings: unprotected sex, pool sex, brief mentions of being caught, sub richie, a bit of switch richie for a hot sec, choking, a bit of praise, dirty talking, french richie!! also a slap (reader slaps richie), i think thats it but this is rly unedited.

translations: (**DISCLAIMER I AM NOT A NATIVE FRENCH SPEAKER I AM TRYING MY BEST**) 

“tu vas me tuer“ - you will kill me

“dit ‘merci’“ - say thank you

“merde” - shit

“oh, mais tu l'as toujours aimée, non?” - oh, but you’ve always liked her, no?

[characters are 18+.]

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the next day was just odd.

you're not sure what you expected - it's not like a momentary weakness on both your sides could have unraveled the years of disdain and hate that you've sewn for each other.

so, somewhere in your sex-muddled mind, while you’d been staring at the marks left on you in the mirror, imagining his pale skin against your own, the lasting sting to your hips and the soreness to your throat; you’d almost forgotten how miserable richie was to be around. 

but then you were all at lunch the next day. sitting at the large family table, next to your parents, across from richie and his own parents. and he started dragging his foot over your leg, teasing lightly and making you flush in heat, your eyes meeting and sending thrills through your body.

you don't think anything of it when richie accidentally drops his fork on the floor under him and then excuses himself to crawl under the table like a five year old looking for a crayon, in fact, you just roll your eyes at his stupidity and continue to talk to richie's mom, who sits a few feet away from you at the spacious table. 

a jolt runs through your body when a hand gently caresses your inner thigh, and your breath becomes hitched in your throat, momentarily losing your voice. you look down quickly, to find the mischievous eyes you've spent too much time thinking of the last twelve hours staring at you from under the table, head between your spread legs, mere inches from the apex of your thighs.

 you feel your cheeks heat up as you stutter to answer maggie's question about your hobbies, suddenly hyper-aware that when you'd come in from the ocean you'd left your legs and swimsuit bottom uncovered with only a shirt on your chest. 

a quick kiss is pressed to your clothed clit and you jump back a bit. “y/n, are you okay?” your mother asks, and you kick blindly under the table in shock. a thump sounds under the table and richie yelps, “aie!” 

you cough, “sorry, just-”  “-y/n kicked me!” richie calls, the scrape of the fork on the floor making you roll your eyes. fucking idiot. 

“play nice, y/n.” your mom chides. you shake your head, going back to telling maggie about your afterschool endeavors. 

"-oh, one of richie's friends does that, too." went adds, perking up. you smile, cheeks flushed as richie returns to his chair, fork in hand and a huge smirk on his lips.  you glare at him, flashing him the finger. he just raises his brow, puckering his lips slightly and dropping a wink. 

"oh, that's right! richie, what's her name? my, she is very sweet." maggie adds, taking another bite of salad. richie's eyes meet yours through the top of his bottle of corona lite, as he takes a swig then wipes his lips, smug smirk making you burn in irritation. wentworth laughs, "yeah, she was sweet until you both showed up with hickies everywhere. i swear, there wasn't a single inch of clear skin." 

maggie throws cauliflower at wentworth as she mutters, "went! knock it off."  richie just chuckles, shaking his head. "c'mon, pops. shit happens." he defends. his dad, egged on by his son, laughs, "yeah, no kidding. i think every single girl you've ever had over has left with at least ten hickies. you could at least buy them dinner." 

"hey, at least he has a job," your mom adds, and you squeeze your eyes shut, expecting something bad to follow. "- that way you don't have to be the ones buying him his twenty pack condoms every month." they all laugh. 

“say, y/n may be the only girl your age we know that hasn’t fallen in love with you.” his dad jests, making everyone laugh. “-yet,” your dad adds, and you glare at him.  you shrug, “it’s not really hard at all.” you say. richie scoffs, “you sure, toots?” he asks with a grin. 

“believe me, you’re not my type.” you spit. richie laughs, “right, you like a good gentleman, right? someone who will say ‘you’re welcome’ when you say thank you?” 

you freeze slightly at his words, heat pooling between your legs as you remember the night before. the way he made you say thank you. but his boldness to bring it up in front of your family has you rolling your eyes. “i think i like someone who will do what i say.” you respond. 

his mom laughs, “that’s not a big deal, richie’s all talk, but he’s a nice boy at heart. he needs someone who’ll boss him around.” she winks at you. you turn to richie, in turn raising your eyebrows cockily. he stares back at you. 

“oh, richie’s too busy with those other girls for me, anyways. i have my own troublemakers to worry about.” 

“okay.” richie starts, “i won’t waste my time on you, then. i got plenty of fish in the sea at home.” he says with a wink, and you turn red. why are you still so jealous? 

maggie hums, “oh, mais tu l'as toujours aimée, non?” her tone is teasing, and whatever it is she said makes went laugh, richie’s face going pink. “shush, maman, you just want y/n to marry me so i don’t go through five divorces.” 

everyone laughs. 

your eyes are wide, face full of heat as you stare at your food. the toziers and your family both have always been open about sexuality, and generally really close and so you're used to teasing like this from your parents and them, but you can't get over how jealous you feel. 

so richie has mind-blowing sex with everyone? you glare at your own cauliflower. 

"i'm going swimming." you say abruptly, pushing back and glaring at richie, tossing your finished plate in the dishwasher before exiting quickly, rushing to the pool on the side of the house. 

you're not in the pool for even two minutes before richie's footsteps echo down the side of the house. 

you hide your glare as you look at your body in the water before meeting his eyes, "what can i do for you, tozier?" 

he gives you a smirk, "someone's pissy today." he mutters as he slides into the pool, sitting on the bench under the water on the edge of the shallow end. you glare at him. "what was that shit you just pulled?" you snap. 

he looks at you innocently, "what? i did nothing. it was our parents. you're just fucking sensitive." you roll your eyes, heaving a sigh. when you look at him again, his eyes are trained on the skin of your chest exposed by your swim suit, and you glare.

“what? you like what you see, asshole?” you ask, snapping your fingers so he looks up at your eyes. he smirks, “yeah, i do. can't stop thinking about all the ways i could make you scream. if only you weren’t such a bitch.”

your jaw drops and you wade in the pool towards him. “says you. you couldn’t fucking handle me, tozier. you’re too much of a coward.” you spit. he just smiles. “right, again, i'd like to remind you how many times you begged me and thanked me last night." 

“i hate you so much.” you say, mustering the best glare you can. he raises his eyebrows. “oh, really? is that why you stormed out here?” he says. he tilts his head, "i thought it was because you were just aching so bad for me that you couldn't wait. 

you raise your brows, "fuck you. you were hard the minute i came in for lunch." you tease, toying with the strap of your bathing suit. richie's jaw clenches, but he shakes his head, "as if you weren't begging me to fuck you not twelve hours ago?" he counters, but his voice wavers slightly as you move toward him in the water, slowly sliding to straddle his lap, hands falling to his bare chest. 

"you're unbelievable." you counter, grinding your hips on his and relishing in the pleasure that courses through you. "i know how bad you need me." you whisper, kissing his earlobe before biting the skin of his neck below it. he hisses. 

he's kissing you seconds later, hands pawing at you under the water. he tastes like lime and a bit like the beer he'd had at the beach and again at lunch.

you drag your hand slowly under the waistband of his swim trunks and grasp the base of his cock, squeezing as you start to twist your wrist. he lets out a short moan, his head falling back against the edge of the pool. fuck, he’s so fucking hot like this. you pull him back in for a kiss before looking at him, stopping your motions with your hand. he moves his thumb to trace idle circles over your clit, and you bite back a moan as you watch him.

“what, are you waiting for instructions?" he asks with a cocky smirk. you glare at him hotly. 

then you're sinking onto him swiftly, making you gasp in pleasure and discomfort. he’s so fucking big, but you bite your lip so he doesn’t get the satisfaction of seeing you like this. but then he's the one a moaning and whimpering mess, because you're adjusting and still and he's restless. you feel him inside you, full completely with his cock, him at your mercy, and it makes you smirk. 

"beg for it, richie." you say. 

his eyes widen, cheeks pink. his mouth opens and closes several times, but you're patient. “tu vas me tuer,” he mutters to himself, and you roll your eyes. “i don’t speak french.” you snap, tugging his hair. 

 "please move. wanna feel you around me, please." he rushes out, groaning as he begs.  

you smile mockingly and rise, sinking down onto him again. "was that so hard?" you ask. you gasp, hands clutching the edge of the pool on either side of richie, the feeling of his cock stretching you making you whimper in bliss. he moans your name and it sounds melodic to your ears, his eyes shutting and head rolling back. 

you grab his jaw, though, and mutter, “look at me when i’m riding you, richie.” your voice is sweet and smooth and nothing like the words that fall from your mouth, and you feel him twitch inside you. it makes you grin. he moans, “merde.” 

you move on him, thrusting yourself up and down on him as the water moves around you, adrenaline coursing through you at the thought of getting caught. it makes you grin as you pepper kisses up and down the column of his throat. "god, y/n, please, feels so good." he whispers, hands gripping your hips. your stomach swirls, still responding to the praise though you're the one in control. 

you find a new angle and bite your lip to keep from screaming at the feeling and see richie biting his own bruised lips, his face flushed and chest heaving. his hands are digging into your hips harshly and if you weren’t in so much pleasure, you might laugh at how desperate he looks for you. he’s hitting deep inside you and you feel full, moaning as you bounce up and down.

“fuck, y/n/n… please, please.” he whimpers, his hands running over your hair and your shoulders, lips feathering over the column of your neck as you bounce yourself on him. you moan into his skin, kissing softly under his ear. 

"what do you say?" you whisper into his ear, tugging on his lobe. he lets out a low moan that has you clenching around him in arousal. he rolls his eyes and doesn't respond, so you tug his curls back and he hisses lightly, "i don’t know what you mean." he mutters, cheeks bright red. it makes you smirk, stomach curling with the need for sweet revenge. yes, he knows, but you play along. 

“dit ‘merci,’ pretty boy.” you whisper into his ear, using the only french phrase you can remember that you may or may not have looked up earlier today. but no matter, his reaction is priceless.  

goose bumps raise on his neck and arms and he groans lightly, muttering, “merci, ma belle.” 

you lean back, hips slowing, and you can tell it's torturous for him because his hands tighten on your hips, a small whine escaping his throat. "what was that, richie?" you ask, slowly grinding your hips and letting him hit that perfect spot inside you, making you close your eyes in ecstasy. "say it louder, i couldn't quite hear you. want everyone to know how easily i make you melt." 

"sh-shut up." he mutters instead, his hips starting to snap up into you. you're suddenly shocked by his switch in demeanor, you can tell he's trying to take control; you nearly laugh, and you would if it didn't feel so euphoric. he's smirking as he holds you, fucking up into you and making you clench your fists into his hair, struggling for dominance. "so easy for you to think you're in control," he mutters, "i could tell you were jealous. you only want this cock for yourself, isn't that right?" 

you flush warm at his words but you just glare, filled with anger so you surge forward, hand wrapping around his throat. his eyes go wide and a moan escapes his throat lowly, his hips stuttering. you hum in mock empathy, squeezing your hand lightly as you pepper kisses up his jaw. you start to bounce on his cock again, feeling so close to your orgasm that you have to contain your moans. 

"god, you're so hot when you stop talking." you whisper, hand wrapping around his throat, repeating the words he’d said to you yesterday. his adam's apple bobs as he swallows and stares up at you, a new kind of fire lighting in his eyes as he looks up at you, cheeks reddening as he lets out a light moan. "did you think of me again last night? when you were going to bed?" you ask gently, cupping his jaw as you move on him. 

he pants, nodding lightly with his bruised lip caught under his teeth. "did you think of fucking me, in the ocean? in the pool? in the kitchen? or did you imagine me swallowing your cock under the table during dinner?" you whisper to him, his adam's apple bobbing again, freckles popping out against his reddened cheeks. 

you tut, "richie, did you try to make me jealous today? that's a little embarrassing." 

"it worked, didn't it?" he mutters through a clenched jaw, eyes screwed shut in pleasure. you glare at him, hand raising and slapping his cheek lightly. his eyes shoot open as the left cheek fills with a light pink color, a smirk on his face that sends another wave of arousal over you.  it's almost a reflex it seems as richie's own hand shoots out of the water, wrapping around your own throat. 

you stare at each other as you continue to move on him, his hand on your throat and yours on his own, his cheek skin red from where you'd just slapped him. "that's a yes, doll." he mutters, still smirking. 

then you're moving your hips in a way that hits your g-spot, momentarily losing your grip on his neck as the pleasure makes your eyes roll back. his hand falls from your throat and rests on your hips, tugging you closer to him with need. 

richie’s torso falls back so he’s leaning against the pool wall, his eyes not leaving yours, desperation etched onto his face. you lean to press your hands against his chest, changing the angle again. “fuck.” he mutters and you moan, your legs burning but the pleasure flowing through your body.  

he all but growls, his head falls back with a groan of pleasure, his hands raising to your hips and fucking up into you, eyes scrunched.

"y/n, i'm close, please." he mutters. you moan lightly, "me too baby." you hiss back, his hand thumbing your clit and making you clench around his cock with arousal, legs shaking and toes curling as you fuck down onto him. 

his hips are stuttering and he’s whimpering, thumb rubbing against your clit. you moan at the feeling, whispering praise into richie’s ear, making him snap his hips quicker.

you hit your high quickly and it makes your body shake, your legs stuttering as you still yourself on him, moaning into his neck.

you start to move again, allowing richie to chase his high as he whimpers into your lips, gripping your thighs tight.  "please, please." he's groaning and then his hips are stuttering and he’s moaning your name, cumming as he kisses you.

you feel him fill you up and you sigh in pleasure, feeling shaky but more than satisfied. his hands fall from your hips to wipe at his hot, red face. you run your hands through his salty mess of curls, swallowing. "sorry i hit you." you say genuinely, even though you know he liked it. he chuckles, hands wrapping around your waist. 

"you should know that i liked it. i know you did too."

you can only chuckle lightly, face warm as you bury it in the crook of his neck, still too sensitive for either of you to move yet. he continues after a beat.

"i may hate you, y/n, but god damn if our sex isn't the best i've ever had." he says it in an exhausted voice, eyes closed as your skin sticks to his own, but you laugh a bit tiredly, pressing a kiss to his collarbone and comfortable in the feeling of him still deep inside you. it’s obvious that the feeling in your chest when he speaks those words is pride. 

"then we need to make the most of this vacation, i guess." you say, eyes fluttering. 

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Mini Fanfic #704: Preparing for the Beauty Pageant (Persona 5 X SSBU)

3:54 p.m. at Shiyuba, Haru's Residence.......

Pit/Dark Pit: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Shiho: (Trying her Hardest Not to Burst Out in Laughter at What is in Front if Her)

Ryuji: (Has Deadpinned Look on.his Face While Wearing Pigtails and School Uniform That Almost Resembles the Same Style Ann is Wearing Beside Him)...........................This was a mistake.......

Ann: (Smiles Proudly While Wrapping her Arm Around his Shoulder) Oh don't be like that, Ryuji. You look great! We're practically like my Siamese twins already~

DarK Pit: (Puts on a Smug Smirk on his Face) ('Heh') Yeah. Expect he's more muscular and stupid looking than any twin I see. (Continues Laughing Some More)

Ryuji: (Glares at the Dark Angel) S-Shuddup, man! You guys can laugh all you want, but at least I'm man enough to do this kind of shit!

Shiho: (Smiles Softly) Ryuji, we were only laughing with you, not at you. You look amazing.

Pit: (Smiles Brightly) Yeah. I really like your pigtails. It matches great with your outfit.

Haru: (Smiles Brightly) You and Ann look so beautiful together that I honestly couldn't tell either of you apart~

Ryuji: ('Sigh') Thanks, guys. (Glares Back at Dark Pit) At least you three appreciate my looks!

Dark Pit: (Rolls his Eyes) Whatever man. You still look dumb.

Makoto: (Glares at Dark Pit) Pitto!

Dark Pit: What? I'm just saying.

'Room Door Opens'

Futuba: We're doooone!~

Lavenza: And on a perfect schedule as well!

Morgana: You guys might wanna see this!

The gang turn and see Yusuke walking to the living room wearing a red kunoichi like uniform, with a beautifully long ponytail.

Yusuke: How do I look?

Ann: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprised) Wooooow, Yusuke..... You look amazing!~

Ryuji: (Smiles Brightly) Yeah, man! You look like badass ninja girl!

'Ahem'

Ryuji turns to see Lavenza giving him a very unimpressed look on her face.

Lavenza: He is known as a proper kunoichi. (Glares Intensely at Ryuji) You uncultured swan.

Ryuji: (Eyes and Mouth Widened in Complete Disbelief at the Sudden Burn Lavenza Given Him)

Futuba: Awwwww!~ She's already learning what I taught her. I'm so proud~

Morgana: (Sighs While Facepalming Himself)

Makoto: (Rolled her Eyes a Little) Questionable teaching methods aside.....(Smiles Softly) You look great, Yusuke.

Haru: (Smiles Brightly) I agree wholeheartedly. What makes you want to become a kunoichi in the first place.

Yusuke: It was all Futuba's idea, of course. She has shown the design of this outfit a day before then and convinced me to wear for the tonight's beauty pageant. (Smiles a Little). Needless to say, I believe the outcome in all of this itself has become somewhat impressive. (Turns to Futuba) Thanks to you, of course.

Futuba: (Gives Yusuke a Bright Smile and a Thumbs Up) Anytime, Inari!~ You look like a badass already!..... That's a good thing.

Yusuke: (Simply Nodded) Ah. I see. Thank you.

Dark Pit: Yeah. (Went Back to Smirking Again) You look a million times better than Ann's knockoff twin over there, that's for sure.

Pit: (Starts Chuckling Lightly at Dark Pit's Insult to Ryuji) Knockoff twin!~

Makoto: (Sisterly Glares at the Two Angels). That's enough, you two!

Pit: (Immediately Stops Laughing)

Makoto: You promise me and all of your mothers that you two would behave yourselves once you step foot in our world.

Haru: (Gives the Duo Motherly Yet Disappointed Frown) That's right. What would your mothers think if they were to find out that either of you broke that promise?

Ann: Makoto and Haru are right, you guys. (Have her Arm Around Ryuji's Shoulder Again) Don't make fun of my knockoff twin like that!

Makoto/Haru: Ann!

Ann: Okay! Okay! I was only joking here! Really. (Turns Back to The Angel Duo) But seriously, you know what we're saying here, right?

Pit: (Immediately Feels Bad For What He (May Have) Done) Yeah.....(Turns to Ryuji) We're sorry, Ryuji....

Dark Pit: ('Sighs in Defeat') Yeah....We didn't mean to make fun of you or anything......

Ryuji: Eh. It's fine. Should've saw the insults coming the moment I put on this get-up. (Chuckles Lightly) Hopefully I won't look bad as Renny boy would be.

Haru: Speaking of which, what is taking Ren-Ren so long to getting ready?

Makoto: I'm not sure.....(Gets Up from the Couch) Maybe I should go check on-

'Music Starts to Play'

?????: HOT IN....

Ann: Did.... someone turn on the radio or.......

?????: SO HOT IN HERRE!

Haru: I don't think I ever own a radio in the house.

?????: SO HOT IN......

Ann: So where the heck the music is coming fro-

'DOOR PUSHED OPEN'

Everyone immediately turns to the sound of an opened door. Only to see.....

Ren: (In a Feminine Voice) I'm ready~

Ren Amimaya fashionably walk towards the living room, wearing a black leather police uniform with, high heels, a policemen hat, and black cherry colored lipstick on his lips.

Pit/Dark Pit: (Eyes Widened and Jaws Dropped to the Ground in Complete and Utter Shock at What's in Front of Them)

Ann/Shiho: Oh.....

Haru: My......

Ryuji: Freaking........

Futuba: God..........

Yusuke: Huh. Interesting....

Lavenza: Indeed.

Morgana: (Eyes Widened Along with Everyone Else in this Room) Wow.

Makoto: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Shock as Deep Crimson Blush Appears on her Cheek) R-R-R-Ren!?~

Ren: (Giggles Softly While Gently Holding up Makoto's Hand) Yes, my beautiful lovely Queen?~ (Kiss the Top of Makoto's Hand)

Makoto: (Immediately Pulls her Kissed Hand Away While Blushing Even More Bashfully) Ohhhhmygosh!~ W-W-What are you wearing?~

Ren: (Chuckles Lightly) Police outfit. I thought I could try and blow the crowd away a little. (Went Back to his Seductive Feminine) You guys like?~ (Begins to Wink at his Group of Friends)

Ann: (Already Blushing Herself) Ren....You can't do this to me! (points.at Shiho Over Dramatically) My girlfriend is LITERALLY standing right here!!!

Shiho: (Blushes While Staring at Ren at the Same Time) O-Oh gosh~......

Ann: ('GASPS') SHIHO-KINS!!~

Shiho: I'M SORRY!!~ I can't help it!~ He just.....looks sooooooo hot as a girl right now!!~

Ann: ('Sighs in Utter Defeat') Yeah...... I'm not even going to deny that fact. He's too hot for his own good.......

Ryuji: (Takes a Deep Breath Before Speaking) WELP.......So much for hoping that you would be the laughing stock at school with me, bro. Bet you're gonna win that contest with flying colors too.

Ren: Why, Ryuji~ I am soooo thankful and humble that you have soooo much faith in me-

Ryuji: (Immediately Facepalms Himself) Dude! Just.....('Sigh') Enough with the voice already.....

Ren: (Starts Chuckling Again) Alright. Alright. I'll stop already. But.... seriously though. What do you guys think? Too much?

Haru: (Smiles Brightly) Not at all, Ren-Ren. You look wonderful~

Pit: (Smiles Brightly) Yeah. You rock that dress, Big Bro!

Dark Pit: Can't believe I'm saying this....But Pit-Stain is right. (Smiles a Little) You look great.

Lavenza: (Smiles Brightly) I agree to this statement. You look magnificent, Joker.

Yusuke: (Smiles in an Impressed Manner) Very much so.

Morgana: (Smiles While Shrugging) I can agree to that.

Futuba: (Smiles Softly) Yeah. Not as badass looking as Inari though....

Ann: We love it, Ren-Ren. (Smirks Playfully) And I'm pretty sure that a certain "Queen" in this would say the same~ Right, Makoto?~

Makoto: (Sighs Heavily as She Takes her Hands Away from her Face) Yes......I would. (Smiles Softly) You look amazing, Ren-Ren. (Gives Ren a Loving Hug) And I'm so proud of you for doing this~

Ren: (Softly Smiles While Hugging Makoto Back) Thanks, 'hon. And don't worry. I won't let the audience take me away from you that easily.

Makoto: (Gives Ren a (Cute) Pouty Face) You better not!~ Cause you're mine and mines alone, mister!~

Ryuji: (Starts Snickering) Already getting jealous there, Queen?

Makoto: (Immediately Gives Ryuji a Piercing Glare) SHUT IT, KNOCKOFF ANN!!!

Ryuji: (Eyes and Mouth Widened in Complete Disbelief Again Before Slumping Down on the Floor)

Dark Pit/Pit/Futuba: (Burst Out Laughing at Ryuji's Blantent Dispense) AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Ann/Shiho/Haru: (Starts Snickering at the Poor Man)

Ren: (Chuckles Lightly) Knockoff Ann aside, you really don't have anything to worry about here.

Makoto: ('Sigh') I know...(Smiles Softly at her Boyfriend) I love you, Ren-Ren~

Ren: (Smiles Softly) Love you too, Makoto~ (Gives Makoto a Loving Kiss on the Lips)

Makoto: (Giggles Softly) I love your lipstick color~ It suits you fairly well.

Ren: Thanks. Love yours too~

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immj2 20.11.20

new title card! everyone looking hottttttttttttttttt af!

no for real though, this chick needs to fucking insure her feet or something. itne disaster-prone pair maine zindagi mein nahi dekhe.

this idiot. honestly, he needs to know to pick his battles. he used to be soooooooo smart and shaatir. now he’s just dumb as fuckkkkkkk, the way he’s playing the game. i really don’t understand. i just don’t.

“riddhima tumhe pata hai tumhari problem kya hai? tum khud aage badhke apne bure waqt ki ghadi set karti ho.” lmaooooooo that’s a brilliant line and exactly what she does!

standard DON’T YOU DARE LOOK AT MY FAMILY WRONG blah blah from riddhima.

trollolololololololololol i honestly just put up with this character just to see vishal play himmmmmmm

blah blah tell dadi that i should get the business, then the property, then the family, and then this room of his....... ew, gross implication of that room thing aside, bro slow your rolllllllllllll. also why are you tellling her all this??? why the fuckkkkk would you give her a heads-up?!?!!?!?

sweetheart bhi bola. ugh. i hate when any man calls any woman that. it sounds patronizing and condescending as fuckkkk. also i just don’t get why he wants to be like vansh so muchhhhhhhhh when HIS PERSONALITY IS OBJECTIVELY BETTER THAN VANSH’S WAS?!!?!?!!?

ok i’m bored with this scene now and fwding.

pls sis, don’t say wohiiiiiiiii shakal and all. new shakal is >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> old shakal. like, i have no words to describe the improvement.

here aryan be making some stupid shady deals and he’s like mwahahahahaha now that vansh is gone, there’s no one to stop me!!!!!! dude, he literally used to do that to prevent you from going to fucking jail, lmao. you are so fuckingggggggg dumb istg.

“sivaaye mere!” snort. this i’m gonna enjoyyyyyyyyyyy.

aryan like TU KAUN MAIN KHAMAAKHAAAAN?!!!?!? and quite rightly so.

this is their new thing in the show. they show this angle of kabir jab uski kuch zyaaaada hi khisakkkkk jaati hai. 

AKLSJALKFJSLKDJFLSDKJFLKDSJLFKJDSLKFJDSLKJFLSKJD OMFG HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA

“seedhe mooh baat kii thi. tameez se jawaab dena chahiye tha.”

lmaooooooooooooooo i can’tttttttttt with this fuckerrrrrrr. why is he so fuckingggggg hilarious?????

meanwhile bhaabiji is back at mandir place asking around about vihaan. she’s describing him as “bodybuilder type” which, lol......... ok.

chaiwaala is i know who he is and can give you deets.

she’s like yehiiii haina???? and he’s like yeah kinda, but hotter. way hotter. ok he didn’t say it. i’m saying it. BUT IT’S THE TRUTH, COME ON!!!!!!!!!!!

holy shit she just had to give him 2x my wholeass monthly rentttttttt to get the deets. what the fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk????? ALSO MY GOD WHO JUST CARRIES AROUND THIS MUCH CASH IN THEIR LIL DINKY GOING-TO-THE-MANDIR PURSE???????????

bhaiyyaji very very happy with his loot of the day butttttttttttt.........

lmao this one like I WORKED REALLY HARD AS AN ACCOUNTANT TO EARN THAT WAD OF CASH THAT SHE JUST HANDED TO YOU OK??????? YOU THINK SHE MAKES THIS MUCH AS NO-NAME PHYSIOTHERAPIST WITH A GRAND TOTAL OF ONE CLIENT????? AND NOW I’VE HAD TO SWITCH CAREERS. IN THE MIDDLE OF A PANDEMIC. I HAD TO LEARN A WHOLEEEEEEEE NEW SKILLSET. YOU KNOW HOW MANY HOURS I SPENT ON COURSERA AND UDEMY AND GITHUB RIGHT AFTER FALLING OFF A CLIFF?????????? DO YA???????????

sorry shaktimaan.

“virus hoon main. ek baar laga gaya na toh zindagi ka file corrupt kar doonga.” lmaoooooooooo lord the dumbass tech related metaphorsssss.

ok that’s a bit much but mmmmmm baby i love to watch you work. esp. this outfit, unf. it’s really getting me so damn hot for you.

khud ki hi biwi ka phone number score karke itnaaaaaa khush kisi ko hote hue pehli baar dekha hai.

lmaooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

aryan, who is literally tied to a chair is growling at kabir about how this won’t end well for him and kabir’s like..............

snorttttttttt i love this psychopathhhhhh.

kabir is like just use your ickle brain cell lil one. i’m a cop. i have alllll the details of every single shady thing you’ve done. first i’ll show it to the family, then to the authorities. and then there miiiiiiiiiiight be an encounter later.......... lmao yessssssssss, i love it.

“woh kya haina, samajhdaar ko ishaara kaafi hota hai. lekin tum itne samajhdaar nahi ho na, iss liye itne detail mein samjhaana pada!” i really cannot stop laughing at this scene. truly the evil bros dynamic i have been craving for from this show.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaand that is enough for aryan to maarofy palti.

but ooooooooooops. he called him kabir. which we know is this one’s sore spot these days.

“kabir.................... sir?” lmfaooooooooooooo

hahahahahahahahahahahahahhaha

bitch wht you callllllll vansh?????

“kabir...... bhai.”

OMFG THE STRAIGHT UP ORGASM FACE HE MADE AT THAT?!?!!??!?! JESUS KABIR I THINK YOU NEED THERAPY FOR THIS. EVEN FREUD DIDN’T COME UP WITH A THEORY FOR WHATEVER FREAKY “BHAIYYA ISSUES” YOU HAVE GROWN ALL OF A SUDDEN OUTTA NOWHERE.

aryan is literally like...............................

“ab BHAIYYA ki do baat dhyaaaaan sunna, ok????”

ok deal done. do shady fuckers have allied. kaisi ram milaaye usa-uk type jodi hai paapiyon ki.

aryan like but everything belongs to dadi now, and dadi is forsho gonna hand it all over to her laadli riddhima, who hates your guts.

“tum jitna smart mujhe samajhte ho, usse kahinnnnnn zyaada smart hoon main.”

aryan like ok but fr how exactly are you gonna achieve this??????/

“bhagwaan ne pehle hi tumhe dimaag kam diya hai. issi umar mein sab use karloge toh aage kya karoge??? jitna bola gaya hai, utna karo.” LMAO PLS MAN CAN WHOEVER IS WRITING KABIR’S LINES WRITE THEM FOR VIHAAN TOOOOOOOO. COZ THESE ARE GENUINELY SO FUNNY AND HIS ARE SOOOOOOO FUCKING LAME.

riddhima walks in to aryan having already gotten dadi’s ear and having kabir involved in the business. he’s already signing papers and shit! idhar mereko debit card use karte waqt 4 baar sign karna hota hai to prove i’m the actual owner and didn’t just steal it from somewhere, and this guy just got signing authority to a wholeass empire in half an hour.

aryan talking soooooooooooo nicely about kabir and riddhima is like OK FOR SURE THIS FUCKER HAS BEEN THREATENED AND/OR BRIBED.

lmaooooooooo aryan again referred to him as “kabir” and K just cleared his throat all ominously. and promptlyyyyyyy aryan’s like “KABIR BHAI!!!! KABIR BHAI!!!!!!!!!”

uska jhattttt jawaaab bhi mil gaya universe se, hahahahahaha.

kaunsa bhai, kahaan ka bhai, haaaaan??????

oh boy. this angle again.

“isse vansh bhai ki jagah dena, business mein involve karna; kya deal hui hai tumhari, kitne mein becha hai tumne apne aap ko; bolo?!?!?!? ki tumhe yeh achanak se apna bhai lagne laga hai????” DAMN. I LOVE ISHANI. SHE’S SHARP AS A TACK. WHY THE FUCK WON’T DADI JUST GIVE HER THE EMPIRE?????????

dadi talking blah blah anupriya ka beta hai, yeh bhi tumhare bhai haina. god shut upppppppppp dadi.

“jeete-jee toh nahi, dadi. mere liye bhai ka sirf ek matlab tha, vansh bhai.” aw mannnnnnnnnnnn. i really hope we get more ishani/vansh-vihaan when he enters the house. i really wanna see more of their bond. he always was so soft for siya, but it’s so obvious that ishani loves him beyond belief. what a shame to not show us more of that.

“respect earn kii jaati hai, zabardasti lee nahi jaati.” DAMN RIGHT SIS. YOU TELL EMMMMMMMMMMMMM.

ab iss angle mein atke issko yeh kaun samjhaaye???

you know that realllllllllly dumbass cringeworthy song called psycho saiyyaan? they should remake it for this show and call it “aaya mora BHAIYYA psycho!!!”

so apt!

dadi apologizing some more for ishani and giving kabir khulaaaaaaaa rein to handle business. riddhima not happy about this and decides kuchhhhh toh karna hogaaaaaa.

she finally remembers of angre’s existence and that he is the only one who’ll really help her.

ISS GHAR KE SAARE MARD EK SE BADHKAR EK PAAGAL HAIN.

riddhima saying the saaaaaaame thing.

angre se bro ka judaai sahaa nahi jaa raha. brotp ho toh aisa.not that vansh articularly deserves this much love and loyalty, seeing the way he treated angre, but angre’s saying he was my boss, bhai, dost, everythingggggg to meeeee. awwww.

BUT ALSO THIS FUCKER FULLLLLY DOING THIS DRAMA HAVING HELPED VANSH SURVIVE AND CHANGE IDENTITIES, LIKH KE LELO MERE SE.

ishani coming in and is like at least he’s grieving bhai’s death. you toh let some other fucker into the house on bhai’s terhvi itself.

“sab apni life mein aage badh gaye hain. aise behave karr rahe hain jaise kuch hua hi nahi hai! kisi ko koi parvaah hi nahi hai ki vansh bhai humaare beech nahi hain.” aw mannn, i honestly love her the mosttttttttttttttt.

she’s like angre’s trying to take his pain out, usse toh chain paane do.

riddhima got a message from chaiwaala (no, not the one at 7, race course road) and bounces.

meanwhile angre is telling ishani to give the belt back and stop pretending she gives a fuck about him. she’s like i don’t, but i know you loved bhai as much as i do. so i won’t let you do this to yourself.

she’s like if you really want to honour him and give him peace, then we need to make a plan so that the fucker who’s ghusofied into his house can’t take his place. OMG YOU GUYS THEY’RE TEAMING UPPPPPPP?!?!?!??!!?  A GENTLE BREAKTHROUGH!!!!!!!! HONESTLY, VANSH’S DEATH HAS BROUGHT NOTHING BUT GOOD THINGS TO THIS SHOW.

cutiepie is waiting for wifey to show up. has some stupidass tech dialogue to maarofy about it but the less said about that, the better.

“message padha bhi nahi??? kaise pata karoon????” lmao itna bada hacker hai, and he’s at the mercy of whatsapp ka blue tick feature like the rest of us. 

not to worry boo. she’s on her waaaaaay.

WHY THE FUCK DOES HE STILLLLLLLL HAVE ALL THE PICS OF THE FAM LYING OUT IF HE KNOWS SHE’S GONNA SHOW UP?!?!!?!?!?!

“intezaar bhi tab tak cute lagta hai jab tak frustrate na kar de; miss..... pretty raisinghania!” dude, whether he’s vansh or not, he’s simping so hard for her. i fucking love it.

oh shit she walks in as he’s heartttttteyeing over her piccccccc.

oh nope. he’s the flash flying jatt. already disappeared behind his desk.

yeah girl. i know. I KNOW!!!!!!!

[mermaidsirennikita]

IAD Hero Power Rankings: Part Otto

I have started the Torture Island arc, and as to be expected, a surprisingly gentle hero is not quite my taste as much as the guy who's torturing everyone.

Garreth MacRieve, werewolf, Pleasure of a Dark Prince

Pros: 

–invented “werewolf versus demon” basketball because he was SADS

–smells Lucia masturbating and is like WAIT WAIT WAIT I CAN FIX THAT

–gets Lucia off through prison bars…. a determined man

–engages in a Road Runner/Wile E. Coyote dynamic with his heroine for a YEAR where he’s just chasing her around the globe while she crushes him with trucks and shit… he sees it as foreplay

–is actually truly the most woke werewolf hero; rightly points out to Lucia that she’s not exaaaactly being chaaaaste when he’s tearing that shit up every night even if there’s no penetration; keeps himself from going full moon crazy with magic in order to keep Lucia from being pressured into sex with him, and even when that magic breaks super holds back until she makes a conscious decision; does not do the Ritual Doggy Style Full Moon thing because he wants to look into her eeeeeeyes and ground her and even puts her on top, a KING

–catches a special new butterfly for her and names it after her leave me alone I’m crying

--"lass, I'm about to make you a widow" .... this shit works every time

--even a GOD can't make him hurt Lucia

Cons:

–does not believe that women should have jobs after they find their werewolf soulmates, but to be fair, he is completely right, why the hell would I work if I had a rich werewolf soulmate who hunts big game for me and does all the cooking and cleaning and work and shit

–is honestly big stupid about plunging into danger

–is honestly big stupid about a lot of things… plan for keeping his woman from pursuing her immortal mission was “I’ll just fuck her until she passes out and then I’ll go do big mission for her”, admirable but not flaw-free logic

–was gonna help Lachlain steal a baby

–BIG “dumb younger brother” energy

–“we’re werewolves we’re very curious and always have to solve mysteries” lmao okay Scooby Doo

2. Rydstrom Woede, demon (king), Kiss of a Demon King

Pros:

–called Sabine a “good girl” even when she’s actually being a bad girl

–is explicitly a dom

–the first time he smiles is after she flips him off

–is into spanking

–takes Sabine to a bar and everyone leaves the bar because she’s evil and he’s all “awwww baby I don’t understand why they don’t like you :(” when she’s committed, like, war crimes… down ridiculous…

–his big comeback to his enemy is like “lmao well I’m about to make your girl’s eyes roll back in her head SOOOOOOO EAT IT CUCK”

–has two elaborate fantasies in this novel: a) suspending Sabine from the ceiling and edging her until he lets her grind against his face B) watching Sabine cuddle their cute baby. The duality of demon king

Cons:

–I mean I guess he did some pretttttyyyyy dubious shit to Sabine, but only after she did them to him

–met a woman and became her friend and talked to her for days and literally didn’t remember fucking her once until she reminded him…. I thought it was funny

–that time he went at Sabine’s tits for so long that the next day she was all “THEY HURT SO BAD” so I assume he was like a newborn baby or something

–“I don’t have any fetishes!!!!” has every fetish known to man

–was so down ridiculous that he went to try and kill himself to save her… this is a pro… but I’m gonna pretend it’s a con

–is pretty hard on Cade who was just trying!!! his!!! best!!!!!!!!!! but again this is only mildly a con because his disappointed dad thing is hot

3. Conrad Wroth, vampire, Dark Needs at Night’s Edge

Pros:

–exceedingly good at removing obstacles between him and what he wants

–a virgin and SUPER embarrassed about it in a way that is INCREDIBLY precious (when he finally fucked this woman and went “So I was good?” I almost fucking wept)

–murder puppy only wants death and blood (until he discovers………… other things)

–a natural born dirty talker

–BABY BOY…. BABY BOY…./EVIL

Cons:

–has erectile dysfunction for a significant part of his book, he gets better but I was so sad for him

–I mean, is fully insane and wants to murder his entire family, but nobody’s perfect and Nikolai kinda deserves it

–wears sunglasses indoors

–got aroused while buying underwear for her and had to limp home

–made Bowen MacRrieve sad and that makes me really upset because I love Bowen MacRieve

4. Bowen MacRieve, werewolf, Wicked Deeds on a Winter’s Night

Pros:

–is a werewolf general

–was celibate for 1200 years after his lover got so scared of his wolf form that she gored herself on a tree stump (lmao)

–spent those 1200 years trying to bring her back to life

–great at catching and preparing seafood

–breeding kink (wants to put all the bairns in Mariketa)

–kinda into bondage…?

–gets hard at the thought of Mariketa’s carnage, even when he is the carnage

–update pro: gets sent to a party by himself so that Mariketa can run an errand and just sits there confused and miserable at the bar by himself waiting for her to show up even though he knows people there; I imagine this is much like that SNL skit about a dog park for boyfriends, where the shy boyfriend hides under a picnic table

Cons:

–kind of a fuckboy (will say his dead lover’s name when he comes, ONE TIME, but “Mariketa” and “Mariah” begin similarly so)

–doesn’t like it when Mariketa chant incantations into her mirror because it creeps him out

–breeding kink (casually tries to get her to stop taking birth control)

–makes fun of Mariketa’s vibrator, even if I found that actually hilarious

5. Lachlain MacRieve, werewolf, A Hunger Like No Other

Pros:

–chewed his own leg off to get to Emma, pinned her to the ground in broad daylight, and inhaled her neck like a fucking FREAK

–actually pretty good at being the werewolf king (saves Bowen from his own stupidity multiple times, much daddy, very authoritative)

–saw Emma kill her own dad and basically swooned

–is absolutely down to get his blood sucked… through his penis (I believe he says that’s the only way he’ll accept BJs now…?)

–gets by on missing 150 years of progression purely on intimidation, which I personally find deeply sexy

Cons:

–I mean yes Lachlain is one of the rape-iest IAD heroes even if most of that was werewolf instinct and burning alive for 150 years

–doesn’t know how to use an iPod

–but will max out your credit cards

–a werewolf supremacist (is this a bad thing…?)

–says “Kiss me like you want to live” which I guess I should put as a con because it’s non-consensual but whatever I was dow–

6. Murdoch Wroth, vampire, Untouchable

Pros:

—just extremely determined… his heroine can’t bear skin to skin contact? He’s gonna use an icicle as a dildo. He fucked up so bad she fled to an ice kingdom? Well, he’s gonna fucking find her

–probably the closest IaD gets to a himbo… HE WAS MORE THAN A RAKE, DAMMIT!!! HE DIED IN A WAR!!!!!!!

–I don’t think y'all get how impressive it is that he consistently hit the clit through a blanket AND fucked her to orgasm with an icicle for like a year

–is actually a very good brother

–finds out his woman maybe married another guy and goes “she’s going to be a widow” I love mess

Cons:

–I mean does bitch a lot about how sexually frustrated he is but his heroine is an ice princess who can’t stand skin to skin contact without extreme pain so……………………… I do get it blue balls kill

–will masturbate to the thought of you in the shower while you’re unconscious six feet away covered in arrow wounds… if that’s something you’re not into…

–has confidence issues because the Wroth brothers are rattled off like Nikolai: the leader! Sebastian: the brain! Conrad: the mysterious babe! Murdoch: … the slut?

(do love that the Wroth bros are the Charlie’s Angels of this series)

–bit Dani without her consent blah blah blah

7. Cadeon Woede/“Cade the Kingmaker”, demon, Dark Desires After Dusk

Pros:

–extremely loyal to his brother (which I found cute)

–orders ahead to get pre-packaged food for Holly to accommodate her OCD, while helping her Walk on the Wild Side

–was the first guy to 69 with his heroine in this series

–stalked Holly for like a year (stalking is love)

–gets adorably tongue-tied around her, but not in a lame way

Cons:

–lied to Holly for like… that entire book lmao (even though it was fun)

–is called the Womb Raider for a reason, apparently (a little tooooo potent)

–sort of fucks with Holly’s birth control, in the sense that he made sure she was super fertile, but to be fair Holly did not… actually… take birth control

–threw out Holly’s OCD meds, though I chalk this up to the year the book was published

–just sort of drove around giving Holly head for WEEKS while Rydstrom was getting sexually tortured, so like…. maybe doesn’t have GREAT priorities…. maybe has the best priorities… Rydstrom was fine…

8. Nikolai Wroth, vampire, The Warlord Wants Forever

Pros:

–deeply efficient and good at his job (being a bloodthirsty warlord), which turns his mate on as much as it should literally everyone else

–scars all over

–very family-oriented, which means he’s extreeeeemely daddy, and very much uses that in the bedroom

–will try to make nice with your bitchy sisters for you

–is receptive to therapy, even if the therapist was his beaten and bruised brother whose advice was basically “do better”

Cons:

–did steal Myst’s chain and used it to make her come on command; which, while I liked it, was very much non-consensual

–insecure about Myst’s history as the greatest femme fatale of the last couple millennia (though he gets better and decides to be a sex-positive feminist)

–that time that he turned his little brothers into vampires against their will

–was so down bad that he literally started to waste away when Myst didn’t let him get off for five years

–does not properly heat his manor

9. Malkolm Slaine, demon/vampire, Demon from the Dark

Pros:

--we love a virgin hero always

--gave Carrow the heads of her enemies As A Treat

--very good at giving sensual baths

--a responsible, loving step-demon to what is admittedly an annoying child

--made Rydstrom, Nikolai, Garreth, and Myst all "YOU WANNA GO BRO???" in what was by far one of the funniest parts of the series

Cons:

--honestly a very sweet guy

--swallows toothpaste TWICE

--comes against Carrow's leg like thirty seconds after meeting her (actually a pro in terms of hilarity)

--TOO BIG, WON'T FIT (pro)

--could've been meaner, I'm not gonna lie

10. Sebastian Wroth, vampire, No Rest for the Wicked

Pros:

–all but a virgin when he meets Kaderin

–Gentleman in the Streets Freak in That Random Nightclub Where He SNAPS

–joined the mile high club remarkably fast

–throws out all his principles for her

–Speaks Like Dracula but in a “I vant to suck your clit” way

Cons:

–borderline beta, or as beta as a murderous centuries old vampire warlord can be

–a little tooooo accommodating of Kaderin’s bullshit

–could have been more demanding, to be honest (Bowen and Lachlain would noooot have been as patient as he was, which some would like but I was a little weary of)

[bakugou-tm]

Suit and Tie (Bakugou x Reader SongFic)

Inspired by Suit and Tie by Justin Timberlake & JAY Z (listen to before or while you read for better enjoyment!)

So I originally wrote and posted this as a Karma x Reader fic on my Quotev but then I realized the rivalry Karma and Asano have is kinda similar to Bakugou and Monoma so I switched a few things around and now there’s this soOoOOoo hope you enjoy ;)

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The night of the school dance. Tonight was supposed to be magical.

You had spent all day with your friends getting your hair and nails done at a fancy salon. You picked out a stunning dress months before the long awaited date. Everything was ready to go from head to toes, except for the person who was going to make your night special.

It wasn't that you didn't have a date, you had a staggering boyfriend who you've been dating all year now. The infamous ash blond who was otherwise known as, Katsuki Bakugou. The only problem was your relationship was practically banned from the school.

Technically the two of you treated your relationship as a secret, but it was no secret to the school. Everybody knew you couldn't keep your hands off each other, especially the boy who wanted you two apart the most. Neito Monoma.

Not only had he forbid you from dating the tempered boy because you were in Class 3-B and he didn't want his 'A Classness' to rub off on you, he also was totally against it because he too had feelings for you. How could he not?

You were like an angel sent from heaven. From those stunning crystal eyes, to your silk like skin, to those perfectly plump lips that revealed that jaw dropping smile of yours. You were always kind to everybody, and you stood up for those who couldn't stand up for themselves. You were an angel sent from heaven, and nobody on this world deserved you according to Monoma.

Especially Katsuki Bakugou.

Of course you and Bakugou came to an agreement to just ignore the uptight boy and spend the night with each other, but due to Monoma’s constant pressure to the UA Staff, he was able to annoy convince them to arrange that the A Class sit at their own table in the across the gym while the B Class students had their own reserved tables on the other side.

Your seat unfortunately was placed next to Monoma’s, any attempt to move to the A Class table would result in Monoma making a huge scene which certainly couldn’t happen for the sake of the school dance.

So as your car arrived to the front gates of your school you let a disappointed sigh escape your lips. Your father was well aware of your situation, the past few days have only been a drag of you dreading this event especially after you gave him an hour long rant about the power hungry Monoma.

"I know it's a bummer you can't spend time with your boyfriend but you have to make the best out of it sweetheart.." Your father said softly, looking at you through the rearview mirror. Your (e/c) eyes glanced up to his sadly, a small bit of hope filling up inside you when you saw the thoughtfulness in his eyes, "Spend this night with your friends, you can always see him tomorrow after the dance."

Biting at your lower lip you felt a small smile tug at your lips as you nodded to him, "Y..You're right dad, thanks for the pep talk!"

Your father simply smiled, grabbing your wrist and placing a warm kiss on it before waving you goodbye as you exited the car.

He was right, you could spend a night without Bakugou right? You've done it before! It's just those nights weren't romantic dances that happen only once a year... but you just had to push it aside! You were not about to let your night be ruined by that uptight jerk. Tonight you are going to have fun with your friends.

Pushing forwards you walked with pep in your step down the long walkway to the school's doors. A few people were walking in besides you as the dance started five minutes ago. You were aware of all the eyes on you but you didn't mind at all, being the school's idol practically you were used to this sort of thing.

Honestly you knew how good you looked, and it felt amazing. The dress that adorned your skin was picked out along side your mother, the (f/c) fabric hugging at your curves just right. The dress was a one long sleeve style with flowers that accented the top and bottom of the dress. Your (f/c) nails played with the loose locks of hair that were pinned up in a delicate side bun as you carefully walked up the steps in your heels.

Tonight you felt beautiful, and you knew you looked beautiful. You'd be damned if your night was ruined by some stupid boy.

Just as you were about to push through the doors your actions were stopped when a hand grabbed your arm and yanked you to the side behind one of the large pillars of the entrance. Letting out a small shriek your eyes widened until you were met with mischievous vermillion eyes.

Letting out a small sigh of relief, your lips slowly curved into a smile as you trailed your hands around his waist and pulled him into a hug.

"Funny even in fucking heels you're barely as tall as me.”

In an instant your head whipped up to meet his own, your lips pinching together into that adorable pout he loved so much. "It's not my fault you're like a hundred feet tall you ape!"

Bakugou raised a brow at this, his lips curving into a smirk as he pulled away from your embrace, "Ape huh? That's a new one, Not too shitty though... it sounds rather kinky."

Now along with your pout your cheeks began to flush. The ash blond enjoyed the way you averted your gaze, clearly embarrassed as you always were with his quick quips. It was in this moment he was able to recognize your full beauty in the stunning outfit of yours. From the flowers, to the hair, just everything about it fit you so well.

"You know, you look pretty hot flower girl." Bakugou muttered, his hand suddenly cupping your chin and gently moving it up to face his own.

At his sudden compliment your cheeks began to warm once again, but this time instead of embarrassment you felt butterflies rush through your body as a warm smile danced across your lips.

"You don't look too bad yourself, you stud." You spoke softly, your eyes looking him up and down playfully as a chuckle escaped his lips, his arms bringing you back up against him as your faces neared.

"There's no need to compliment me princess," Bakugou purred against your lips, your body going into a drunken state just begging to smash your lips against his own, "I already know I look damn good."

All it took was one mere centimeter before the two of you shared a sweet kiss for the night, but even that was ruined when you heard a curt cough from beside the two of you. Quickly you jerked away, much to Bakugou’s disappointment, to see Monoma standing there with his arms folded. The glare in his powder blue eyes only intensified once they fell on the ash blond in front of you who glared just as intensely.

"Your classmates are waiting on you (L/n)." Monoma spoke cooly, your gaze lowering once his eyes flicked toward your own.

Seeing Monoma hold out his elbow as a gesture for you to take, you let out a sigh before wrapping your arm around his elbow, "I apologize for holding you guys up Monoma-kun."

The blond haired boy gave one last final glare to the fuming boy beside him before leading you towards the doors to the school.

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For hours you tried so hard to be optimistic. Just like your father said, you tried to hang out with your friends from the other classes but Monoma insisted you stay with him or your own classmates.

It wasn't that you didn't like your own classmates, it's just most of them tended to be uptight brats, the ones that weren’t were all hanging out with the other classes which you sadly couldn’t join. So you spent a remainder of the night in a chair, watching as all the other classes had fun on the dance floor.

Monoma offered to dance with you, but you refused for many reasons which you both were aware of.

"(L/n)-san, I'm heading to the punch table to get a drink and some snacks, would you like me to grab you anything?"

Raising your head up to the blond haired boy before you, your eyes moved back to the floor as you shook your head silently. With slight hesitation and an annoyed sigh, Monoma left you to yourself to go to the table. At least you knew you had a few minutes to himself while his minions flocked to the snobby boy. What a night this turned out to be for you...

Meanwhile, a particular ash blond was fuming on the other side of the gym. Even from the other side of gym Bakugou had a perfect view of you, and between you looking clearly unhappy and that blond haired prick not leaving you the hell alone, Bakugou was far from a good mood.

"Bro, you know (L/n) would never go to Monoma..." Kirishima said reassuringly beside him, the class aware to his obvious hatred towards the boy.

They each tried to cheer him up in their own ways, Midoriya even agreeing to let Bakugou harass him during the night, but it was no use. His gaze never left your form all night long.

"I don't think she's going to leave me for that shitty prick, but seeing her unhappy is pissing me off." Bakugou growled darkly, watching as he stood before you probably asking you to dance yet again.

Kirishima watched as well as Monoma began to walk away from you towards the punch table. Based on the amount of people that came to him, he assumed that the blond haired boy would be preoccupied for awhile. Or at least long enough for Bakugou to snatch you up before Monoma could say no.

"Maybe you should offer her a dance now?" Kirishima suggested, quickly opening his mouth before Bakugou could rebuttal the same excuse he said before, "I know you and (L/n) aren't supposed to be with each other but if you're both dancing in front of the entire school, there's no way Monoma would be able to make a scene without ruining his reputation."

Bakugou’s annoyed glare suddenly vanished at those words, his eyes glancing at your form before looking back to Kirishima. Smirk curling on his smooth lips, Bakugou stood up and shoved the redhead’s shoulder.

"That idea wasn’t half bad shitty hair."

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I be on my suit and tie shit, tie shit, tie I be on my suit and tie shit, tie shit Can I show you a few things?

The slow start to the song had you humming, recognizing the song as people began to get up and dance to the apparently requested song from a student. At least if you had to sit here all night you had good music to listen to right?

Lifting up the plastic cup from the table you took a small sip out of it before placing it down and turning back to the dance floor only to be met with a pair of legs.

Blinking owlishly you slowly looked up to see your boyfriend grinning down to you with his hand extended.

Quickly glancing back to the punch table to see Monoma occupied with people, you turned back to Bakugou with a worried expression, "K..Katsuki-kun I can't, if Monoma sees us..."

"When that bastard sees us it'll be too late," Bakugou cut off with a confident smirk as he re-offered his hand to you, "Do you trust me (S/o)?"

Biting at your lip nervously you quickly inhaled before placing your palm in his large calloused one, allowing him to tug you up onto your feet and lead you to the middle dance floor.

Wait a minute, you ready, JT?

Your eyes widened slightly when Bakugou mouthed those words to the song with a goofy grin causing you to burst into giggled before he tugged you up against him, dancing along to the quick beat.

I can't wait 'til I get you on the floor, good-looking Going out so hot, just like an oven And I'll burn myself, but just had to touch it It's so fly and it's all mine, hey baby...

For a moment you were fairly shocked as Bakugou led you around the dance floor. You knew he was quick on his feet, a very agile fighter at that, but the way he moved with you was almost as if dancing was his second language.

Even with the quick beat of the song he simply carried you with it, all while his vermillion eyes remained on your own.

A small squeak left your lips when he dipped you down as the singer let out the long vowel before he whipped you back to him whispering, "It's all mine," along with the song.

You felt a slight blush reach your cheeks as you smiled bashfully, but it wasn't long before he carried away with his dancing once more.

And we don't mind all the watching, hi 'Cause if they study close, real close, they might learn something She ain't nothing but a little doozy when she does it She's so fly tonight

At this point it was painfully aware of the large group of eyes that were on the two of you, even the dancers around you gave the two of you some space forming almost a circle around the two of you.

Honestly you weren't sure if it was because you the Class B idol was dancing with the Class A hothead, or if it was because of the remarkable way you and Bakugou moved across the dance floor. You didn't even need to practice the dance before hand, the two of you were so incredibly in sync it was almost mesmerizing.

Bakugou didn't mind the new sets of eyes on the two of you, in fact he secretly loved it. You were exactly where you belonged and he was going to make sure the whole damn world knew who you belonged to, and who he belonged to.

And as long as I've got my suit and tie I'ma leave it all on the floor tonight And you got fixed up to the nines Let me show you a few things

All pressed up in black and white And you're dressed in that dress I like Love is swinging in the air tonight Let me show you a few things

It was clear Bakugou was not only trying to make a statement to the crowd, but a statement to you. The way he whipped you around so intensely yet delicately had you completely entranced with him. Slowly began to shut out the rest of the world until it was just you, Bakugou, and the beat of the music.

The ash blond suddenly began to spin you around which you went along with, your dress flaring out beautifully along with your loose strands of hair before he tugged your arm, yanking your spinning back to rest flat against his body.

Both of your heavy pants were drowned out by the music. While you were completely entranced with the ash blond who was holding you tightly against him from behind, Bakugou’s eyes looked away from you only to smugly look at the blond haired boy who finally noticed the two of you dancing.

His powder blue eyes were filled with hatred as he glared at Bakugou who only winked at the boy. Bakugou was only getting started.

Stop, let me get a good look at it Ooh so thick, now I know why they call it a fatty And oh shit so sick got a hit and picked up a habit That's alright, 'cause you're all mine

Chills ran up your spine as you felt Bakugou’s hands grip at the sides of your waist before slowly moving up your body along with the lyrics of the song. Grinning you made sure to sway your hips along with him, your movements in perfect harmony with the beat which only pleased Bakugou further.

Now with more space, Bakugou led your arm out and moved in quick steps with you towards the center of the dance floor before flinging his arm out sending you in a twirling loop out until both of your arms were extended. Once you regained your balance, you looked to him with a surprised look, your lips parted just slightly before you felt the tug of his arm sending you spiraling back into his warm embrace.

Ooh go on and show 'em who you call daddy I guess they're just mad 'cause girl, they wish they had it Ooh my killer, my "Thriller" yeah you're a classic And you're all mine tonight

Bakugou new exactly what the next lyrics were to come. Which is exactly why he had you pressed up against him for the very part. This would only be the cherry on top for that bastard blond haired mop.

Your movement's haulted against Bakugou as the music dazzled into a smoother moment, awaiting Bakugou’s next move until you felt his lips close against your ear, his warm breath just dancing against your skin as he whispered the very words of the song,

"Go on and show 'em who you call daddy."

At that moment, your body fell into shock as your entire face heated up intensely. You had to bite hard on your lip to not embarrass yourself any further from the suggestive words he spoke as he squeezed at your hips tightly.

While you remained clearly flustered in his arms, Bakugou kept his eyes on the now fuming boy amongst the crowd. His eyes were narrowed challengingly while his lips held his signature shit eating smirk with his canine teeth on full display.

For once in this feud with Monoma, Bakugou finally had the upper hand, and he was going to make sure he kept it.

All black at the white shows White shoes at the black shows Green card for the Cuban linx Y'all sit back and enjoy the light show Nothing exceeds like excess Stoute got gout from having the best of the best, is this what it's all about I'm at the rest-aurant with my rent, disturbing the guests Years of distress, tears on the dress Try to hide her face with some makeup sex uh This is truffle season Tom Ford tuxedos for no reason All Saints for my angel Alexander Wang too Ass-tight denim and some Dunks I'll show you how to do this young uh

With the sudden change in beat, your dance movements with Bakugou changed as well. Your smooth movements changed to sharp moves, all while remaining close to Bakugou.

As his hand wrapped around the curve of your waist in a diagnal line with you, the two of you began to walk in sink before he tugged you to a stop and you both faced each other.

"You trust me right?" Bakugou whispered quickly.

Breathlessly you nodded, and not even seconds later he lifted you up by the and spun you around to which you kicked your legs up before landing with his arm around your back. His eyes were slightly widened at your spontaneous move but he quickly grinned in response, slowly dipping you down to which you followed, your back bending slowly to the ground until your hair touched the floor.

Just at the right time, Bakugou snatched you back up till your faces were mere centimeters away before dragging you towards the other side of the floor

As long as I've got my suit and tie I'ma leave it all on the floor tonight Baby got fixed up to the nines Let me show you a few things All pressed up in black and white And you're dressed in that dress I like Love is swinging in the air tonight Let me show you a few things Let me show you a few things Show you a few things, about love

When the song finally came to an end, your chests collided with each other at the final trumpet of the song. You both heavily panted, everything slowing in that moment as you stared each other in the eyes.

You weren't sure if this was Bakugou’s way of telling you he didn't care about Monoma, or if he wanted to take the next step in the relationship. No matter what the reason was, you knew you'd be okay with it. As long as he was in the picture, you were okay with anything.

Suddenly your intense gazes were broke when the sound of clapping was heard from the crowd. Your eyes looked out to see most of the students cheering. Most of the roudiness was coming from the A Class, Bakugou’s classmates mostly whistling and hollering at him. Meanwhile a few of your friends cheered for you as well, mostly everyone clapping except for a few from your own class who stood behind Monoma in disgust.

Looking back to Bakugou you both tried to read each other's expressions before bursting into laugher, your faces coming together as you rested your foreheads against each other.

"I'm going to take it your classmates don't approve of us, do they princess?"

Letting out a sigh you bit at your lip before looking up to him, "Who cares."

Bakugou looked up at those words, slightly shocked until your smooth palm caressed his cheek and you smiled to him genuinely, "None of those petty classmates mean anything to me... you do."

The ash blond boy couldn't help but grin at this, his chest beating just a little bit faster at your words before he gripped the back of your head and smashed his lips up against yours.

The two of you didn't have a care in the world for the gasps or whispers, everything seemed to shut out except for the two of you in that very moment.

For now, it was you two against the world.

[ceruleanchillin]

Sandalwood (Bakugou x Reader)

A/N: I haven’t gotten super far into MHA, so I’m still learning the characters. I’m also reading the manga. I haven’t officially seen Dabi or Toga’s characters yet, so I’m going off what I’ve read in other fics and a little careful wiki browsing.

I also posted a chapter breaking down the AU on AO3, I’ll probably post it here later.

AO3

The water ran so hot, it began to fog up the small room and disperse the smell of sandalwood throughout it. You eagerly grabbed your loofah, and began scrubbing yourself sudsy. Every pass at your skin, and you felt your humanity being restored. Over your neck, down your arms, across your ribs, everywhere you touched turned to a patch of saccharine velvet.

You hummed, something more akin to a moan actually, and did another full pass just to feel the scalding warmth again. Eyes closed, and toes curled in your shower slippers, your relaxed mind pondered if you had enough time to really style your hair. Afterall, what girl didn’t enjoy a comforting bath ritual?

“Now serving number 1!”

Of course, other’s pampered bathing rituals probably didn’t take place in a supermarket bathroom near dawn.

The bakery section’s automated ticket taker had cut through your hazy thoughts like a knife, and you nearly dropped your loofah. If they were already beginning to receive more customers you didn’t have the bathroom to yourself much longer.

You scrambled to cleanse yourself of all suds, and drained the sink, hoping that would begin to reverse the fogginess.

Shoving all your toiletries into your oversized hobo bag, you ducked into a stall, and began to shove yourself into freshly washed

clothing.

God bless 24/7 laundry mats. Great for junk food dinners, plastic chair naps, and soft, detergent scented kisses with Bakugou at 4 am.

You were pretty sure your sweatshirt was on backwards, and your hair was still sloppily piled on top of your head, waiting to be deconstructed, but you didn’t care to fix either. You’d wasted your safe time, and didn’t want to risk being walked in on. One report by a disgusted customer, and you could kiss your current safe spot goodbye.

You ducked out into the tiny hallway of the restroom area, and smoothed your sweatshirt over your leggings, trying to appear less frantic and out of place.

‘Another successful bath day.’ you smiled, slipping your bag over your head. ‘I’m getting the hang of this.’

You checked the minimal amount of cash you had left, and figured it’d be enough for two muffins and maybe a shared coffee. You had earned it, and you knew your boyfriend would be happy to hear about your appetite balancing out.

Following the warm scents to the bakery section, you remained conscious of the fact that Bakugou would want what was left for gas, and picked with that in mind first.

The feeling of doing something so wholesome, so domestic, as picking up breakfast for your partner hit your person the same way indulging yourself in the bathroom had.

“Eww.” a cruel whisper-laugh made you instinctively turn to look behind you, and regret washed over you almost instantaneously.

Two girls your age stood behind you, eyes trained on your feet. You knew why immediately, but looked down anyways for confirmation you’d forgotten to trade your shower shoes for your slip ons.

‘They can’t know that I..’ you didn’t even finish your thought. Dirty from use as protection from unknown floors, they served their purpose, but betrayed you all the same.

‘Should I change them?’ you wondered, but could only imagine what looks that’d garner, no matter how discreet you could be.

You met their cold eyes, and couldn’t help but think they looked like porcelain dolls.

Three dolls stood at an impasse. Two, very expensive and impossibly perfect, that’d you display for envy. One, lovingly stitched, but you’d forget her in your toy chest.

You quickly turned to face front as your ticket was called and got your purchases. Hurt coursed through you, its white heat branding your insides, and undoing every good thought and feeling it touched.

Retrieving your purchases, and stuffing them into your bag, you headed for the entrance. It wouldn’t be long before Bakugou came to pick you up.

‘He wouldn’t have put up with that’ you thought sourly, frustrated with yourself once again for not possessing the bottomless well of anger your boyfriend pulled his strength from.

You may scold him about it, but you couldn’t deny that at times, it was an asset. However, that just wasn’t your person. You didn’t want to hurt, or be hurt for that matter.

You fought off your tears successfully, but at the cost of stinging sinuses and a minor headache. Wincing as natural light conquered artificial, you stepped out onto the pavement. The parking lot was coming to life compared to when Bakugou dropped you off, and you plopped on the curb to quickly swap out your shoes.

“Cute bag!” a cheery voice chirped, and you noticed a girl next to you.

Had she been there the whole time? You didn’t see how you could’ve missed her, but you had been upset. Blonde spacebuns, dark purple fishnets, and...jesus was she that cold? A heavy red that stretched from cheek to cheek.

You looked at her, thought her eyes looked a little crazed, and then instantly felt bad. Had you not just been shamed based on appearances?

“Thanks.” you responded shyly, trying to straighten your hair. “Thrifted it.”

“Nice!” she screeched, uncaring of the hour. “My stupid friends never wanna go to thriftstores.”

You winced at the volume, but still found her amusing. “You’ve gotta go to  Moon Over Mona’s , she’s got the best stuff.”

The girl mouthed the store’s title and rolled her eyes up as if burning it into her brain, before she widened her grin and turned her glazed over eyes back to you. “Noted! I’m Himiko.”

“(Y/N).” you smiled gently

“Oh wow, me too.” she patted your bag softly, as if it were a child, or perhaps a cat.

You tilted your head in question at her odd statement.

“Homeless silly, there’s no hiding things from me.” she rolled her eyes to emphasise the ‘duh’ in her tone. “I mean, I couch hop sometimes, but yeah…..”

You cringed and looked out over the parking lot. You didn’t like to use that word, it made your circumstances seem so ugly, and sounded like something your parents would say to shame you back into their home. But wasn’t that what you, and mostly all of your friends, were?

“It’s not a sweeeear word.” Himiko nudged your knee with her own. “It’s whatever to be free right?”

“That is a...perk I guess.” you chuckled, your inclination towards happier thoughts easily being indulged by talking with the girl.

“Exactly!” she slapped your arm, neon green nails standing out in stark contrast to her threadbare black hoodie.

“Sooooooo listen,” she pressed her pointer fingers together, blush intensifying. “Can I hold a dollar or two? My friend is picking me up here soon, and he’s a super stingy bitch. I want to eat something today.”

She dramatically flopped on the concrete behind her, hands rubbing her thin stomach.

You chewed your lip. Bakugou hated when you were ( a free handed sucker ) too generous. You really should save that remaining 10 dollars to give him for gas.

Himiko popped up onto her knees and gave you puppy eyes. Before long, she began imitating a dog altogether. She panted and lolled her tongue until you were laughing at the display and the sheer ridiculousness of it.

“Ok, ok. “ you laughed, reaching into your bag for your wallet. Neon green nails appeared in your view before they seized the entirety of the wad of bills from your wallet.

The girl bolted the moment her fist clenched around the cash.

“Hey!” you screamed, chest exploding with anxiety, as you took off after her.

One of your slip ons came off, and your bag’s contents took turns beating into your sides every time it came back against your side.

The girl had bolted across the parking lot, and she was faster than you by far. A pickup truck on the far end of the parking lot roared to life, and she’d hopped in by the time you caught up.

“I really do love your bag!” Himiko screamed out of the window as it peeled out of the parking lot.

You dropped to your knees, frantically trying to figure out what just happened.

‘You got robbed you idiot.’ anxiety had wrapped its vice grip around you, and now your thoughts sounded like a drill sergeant with a hard on for you. Had she been planning that all along, or had she’d seen something in you once you started talking? Had she been watching you since you’d gotten dropped off? Your mind raced with the hows and whys, until you thought of your boyfriend.

Once you realized how angry and disappointed Bakugou was going to be, the tears you’d tried to ward off came spilling forth. He was always breaking his back and risking his freedom for what little money you two held between you, and you’d stupidly gone and gotten it stolen. How many times had he’d told you that this wasn’t the first day of kindergarten? How many times had he warned you about befriending strangers?

He was going to finally realize you were more of a burden than a compliment and drop your sorry ass. Your most feared thought only made the tears come harder, and you clutched your bag to yourself pathetically to ground yourself in the swirl of panic.

People warily watched you, taking in your sad appearance. The feeling of their eyes giving you the same looks as those girls was almost too much to bear. Worry, but more so disgust, for the teary eyed girl with one shoe and messy hair. The girl with her life in her bag, crying over money they’d likely spend in their first few minutes of shopping.

“What’s wrong with you goddamned animals!? You see a girl crying in the street and you stare? Braindead, mouth breathing-” the rest of the swear laden rant was lost to you as you leaned into the familiar strength that yanked you from the ground.

“Katsuki.” you murmured appreciatively as he slipped your missing shoe on your barefoot.

“Come on baby.” you knew he was burning with questions, and they would go stalled, not forgotten, as he wanted you away from the now sufficiently shamed onlookers.

The smell of caramel surrounded you, and the morning’s chill began to dissipate in light of the car’s heat. Home.

By the time you were settled in the mustang’s passenger seat, your tears had slowed, but you were still in the trenches of dread.

“Who the hell hurt you?” Bakugou slammed his door, but made no moves to leave the area. You knew he wouldn’t until he got answers.

“What did they do baby? Give me a description of em’. Did you catch a name?”

Your cheeks glistened in the rising sunlight, and for a moment he was struck by how beautiful you were, but that only served to make him madder. He gripped the battered steering wheel, open..close..open...close, so he could try and ease the tremors in his hands. All he could picture was punching some faceless guy’s face into paste on a pavement, and...why the hell weren’t you talking?!

“(Y/N)!”

“It was me!” you cried. “I-”

“What the hell are you talking about?” his scowl scrunched into confusion, before it returned to its previous state. “Don’t you dare start that blaming yourself shit. If somebody hurt you-”

“I tried to give this g-girl two dollars, and she snatched all I had and ran. I think she planned it, there was a p-p-pickup truck. ” you hiccuped, hating every second you had to spend retelling the encounter.

Bakugou stared at you, eyes wide and unbelieving for a moment, and you wished your seat would swallow you whole. It could spit you out anywhere so long as it wasn’t there.

“You what?” he growled lowly.

“Katsuki I-I swear I’m sorry.” the hiccups continued. “I’ll make it back-”

“Dammit (Y/N)!” he slammed his hands on the steering wheel, and another scuff joined the rest. “How many times have I told you?!”

“I know.” you sobbed. “I just...she was so nice-”

“Manners of the fucking year robbing you and all!”

Unable to meet his heated crimson gaze and you leaned against the window. The chill outside pressed against the glass, begging to compete with the heat being generated inside of the car. You pressed your warm face further into its chill, trying to ignore the charged energy emanating from the seat next to you. He must’ve really been pissed not to scold you about doing that to his car baby.

“I’m sorry Katsuki..I just felt like shit and wanted to help somebody.” your words were muffled due to half your mouth being mashed into the glass, but he didn’t ask you to repeat yourself.

He didn’t say anything until a few minutes had passed, and it was you who had to ask him to repeat himself.

“I said...I said I’m getting you a bus ticket home.”

He’d done it. He’d voiced the thing you’d wanted to hear least. You’d rather him yell for hours than talk like this.

“Katsuki...” you peeled yourself from the window and turned to face him. “No!”

“ Yes .” he turned his gaze to you, the red roiling with anger still, but sharing its space with sadness now. “It’s selfish of me to keep you out here, you don’t belong on the streets.”

“I belong wherever you are.” you implored, turning your whole body towards him.

You didn’t like the way he was talking at all. He would sometimes say something about sending you back to your parents, until you’d remind him you were grown and shut him up with a kiss. This felt more final however, and you couldn’t stand it.

“You were crying in the street over 10 damn dollars (Y/N). I’m supposed to take care of you!” Bakugou’s entire being was threaded together by his pride and his word. The whole situation was killing him from one end to the other. His mind was relieved you hadn’t been attacked, screaming at him to find the girl and whoever else was involved, and demanding he scrounge together bus fair and get you the fuck away from him.

“You do!” tears bloomed in your eyes again, this time for entirely different reasons. “ Baby , you do.”

You scrambled into his lap, ignoring your inner thighs getting battered by the console in your haste to surround your man. Bakugou didn’t fight your intrusion, but he wouldn’t meet your gaze again either.

Slim fingers threaded through his wild, ash blond spikes, tugging until he was forced to look you in the eye.

“I’m not going anywhere. You can’t make me leave, I won’ t .” you thumbed his cheekbones. “Tell me you want me gone.”

He didn’t and you both knew he wouldn’t say that, not like that. A frustrated sigh fled his lips as he flexed his fingers. Of course he didn’t want you gone, he barely wanted to leave you alone to take a piss most days.

The fingers of one hand danced across your back gently, before firmly bringing you closer to him. His other hand grasped your chin and so he could press his lips to yours in a kiss. It was angry, but you wanted it all the same, understanding the anger wasn’t for you. You got what you wanted, which was physical comfort and putting to bed any silly ideas of separation.

“I don’t want to see you like that again.” he murmured against your lips. “You deserve better than that. I need to give you better than that.”

“ I need to be with you, that’s what I deserve.” You cupped his cheeks initiating another kiss.

“Yeah, yeah.” he kissed a path over your face, stopping when he reached your temple. “You’re a dumbass for staying, and I’m a dumbass for letting you.”

End Note: This once happened for real, sort of. A girl was having a full on cry fit on the floor of Walmart’s entrance and nobody helped until my mom stepped in and asked what she could do for her. So yeah..if you were wondering why no one helped the reader, I guess sometimes people don’t.