#it was alright tho. not like the best but i thought it was fine enough

[rosemary-bells]

just absolutely Speedran reading the no doubt in us manhua. what’s life even

[marvelslittlewhore]

No Air To Breathe

PAIRING | jj maybank x routledge!asthmatic!fem!reader

SUMMARY | Your asthma is acting up and not just a little bit...

WARNINGS | asthma attack, salbutamol overdose, vomiting, jj being a panicking golden retriever bf, angst with happy ending, my bad description of medical stuff (bare with me I tried my best 😭), not proofread cause I'm lazy 😶‍🌫️

A/N | totally did not write this because it happened to me a few days ago haha...yeah I'm better now tho no worries👌🏻

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The moment you woke up and made your way to the bathroom you knew your day wasn't going to be easy as you already felt out of breathe. You didn't thought much of it, grabbing your inhaler from the cabinet above the sink and taking a puff so you could go on with your day.

Some time later you started to feel how hard it was to do simple tasks, even just grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge without using your inhaler seemed impossible right now.

Laying in bed and listening to music you could still hear the others coming into the Chateau after their surf session. You got up and decided to join them in the living room, sitting down on the couch and taking another puff of your inhaler while JJ plopped beside you, instantly worried when he saw it in your hand.

"You alright, sugar?" He asked placing his hand on on your thigh, squeezing a little.

You nodded with a smile. "I'm fine, just feeling a little wheezy today."

JJ is not really convinced of your reassurance but nodded anyways, draping your legs over his lap and turning his attention back to the others who were bickering on who got the best wave.

Later in the evening you seemed to get even worse, your breathing now a lot shorter and your inhaler not really helping anymore. Slowly you started to worry and not only you did, JJ had been keeping an eye on you and to see how now any movement had you overwhelmed had him fidgeting a lot.

"Babe." He tried getting your attention and you lifted your head from his shoulder, looking at him with hooded eyes and your skin paler than usual. "Oh shit, you don't look good at all. I mean, you're still smoking hot but- you know what I mean!"

You chuckled and that was your mistake. You started to have a coughing fit, your breathing even worse now after it subsided.

You let your head fall back against JJ's shoulder, whining in distress and frustration, not understanding what's happening right now. JJ called out for John B, assuming your brother must know what to do, he always does.

A second later John B walked in with a can of beer in his hand. "What's up?"

"I don't know man. She- She can't really move without using this." JJ explained holding your inhaler up.

John B, already in big brother mode, walked over to you both holding your face with both hands, cursing under breath.

"Fuck- how many puffs did you take today kid?" He asked and you shrugged tiredly, not enjoying all those movements at all and your stomach doesn't like it either.

"Bucket..." You mumbled and John B rushed to get you one, just in time when your body wrenched forward to vomit.

"What's happening with her?" JJ asked, trying to keep his cool and holding your hair out of your face while you emptied your stomach.

"She overused her inhaler and now her circulation is fucked up." John B explained, calm as ever and putting the bucket down when you stopped puking. He grabbed his phone next and called for an ambulance, knowing things would get worse if he didn't act fast enough.

John B crouched in front of you, trying to get your attention again which was hard for you as everything seemed to exhaust you, even talking.

"You'll be okay. I called an ambulance, they'll be here soon, yeah?"

You just nodded, closing your eyes to get any type of rest but the boys have to keep you awake.

"Hey, stay with me baby. Just like that. Show me those pretty eyes." JJ smiled at you even when he's practically panicking on the inside and wishing he could just take away your suffering.

Meanwhile Pope, Kie, and Sarah caught up to what happened. All now scattered around the room and anxiously waiting for the ambulance to arrive.

Sure enough the paramedics walked inside the Chateau with Pope explaining what happened and in what state you're in.

JJ was holding you the whole time, comforting you and whispering affirmations in your ear. Just as you expected they have to take you to the hospital to give you proper medication and care there.

As soon as you got an IV drip and a oxygen mask JJ carefully got up with you in his arms, carrying you to the ambulance and gently placed you on the stretcher. He sat down beside you, holding your hand to let you know he's there while the paramedics moved around you.

In the hospital the pogues had to sit in the waiting room, angry that they could only wait for any doctor to tell them if you're fine or not. Even JJ couldn't go with you, only for the ride to the hospital and he almost punched the security guy that held him back from going to see how his girl is doing right now but John B eventually got him to sit down, talking some sense into him.

"Relax, dude. You're not helping her when you get arrested now. I know how this works. They keep her here for a few hours, give her medicine and oxygen, and when her oxygen saturation is better we can take her back home."

JJ nodded, taking his hat off and pulling at some strains of his hair. It kills him not being able to be with you in such a scary moment.

An hour later the doctor came into the waiting room and the pogues instantly sprung up, attacking the poor woman with all kinds of questions.

"Alright, let's calm down first." She told them, looking back at the clipboard in her hand. "So, she's going to be okay. She needs to take these antibiotics for the next ten days. Watch that she's drinking and eating enough because she'll still feel a little weak the next two or three days, so keep an eye on her."

The doctor handed John B the package of antibiotics and told them that they could go and see you now as you're stable again.

You smiled when you saw them rushing inside and to your bed, all of them just so relieved to have your normal self back.

JJ leaned down to give a quick peck to your lips, resting his forehead against yours for a moment.

"You scared the hell outta me..." He said and you reached up caress his cheek with your hand.

"I'm sorry." You pulled back from him. "I just- I thought it wouldn't end like that. I already saw the signs the second I woke up but..." You tried to explain your own stupidity but JJ cut you off.

"It's okay, you don't have to explain anything. You're fine now, that's what matters." He assured you.

"Can we go home now?" You asked and turned your head to your brother.

John B patted your head and nodded. "Sure kid, lemme just get a nurse real quick."

Finally back at the Chateau everyone decided a movie night would be the best to cheer you up and as always they were right, even when you're still not feeling all well you had the sleep that night, knowing your family was with you.

JJ held you the whole night, always on alert when you move just a single muscle, checking if you're alright and getting you everything you asked him for.

You really were blessed with this boy.

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Taglist

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For JJ Maybank:

@tracymbcm @spideysimpossiblegirl

[pomefioredove]

Hi! This is very very specific, but…I've had a rough start to my day today, kinda relating to the topic of my request…

So I was wondering, would it be alright to request HCs of Jamil, Ruggie, Leona, Floyd and Rollo with a Reader who runs into an emotionally abusive/manipulative parent they haven't seen in a long time? The kind of subtle abuse that's hard to tell (from the inside, at least) is even abuse at all, and makes you doubt yourself a lot. Kinda narcissistic abuse

Kind of a hurt/comfort thing? Like how they'd deal with the bad parent and the Reader opening up a bit about it. Romantic or platonic, either one is good

Feel more than free to ignore if this kind of request isn't your thing: that's totally fine, I understand it's a bit heavy, not to mention very specific, so please do what makes you feel best. I hope you have a good day!

ahhh of course! I relate to this sort of thing a lot (although I don't use terms like narcissistic abuse since abuse is just abuse to me) and I know exactly what you mean. I love hurt/comfort and you're well within my boundaries since the only thing I wouldn't write pertaining to this topic is intimate partner abuse (like with an s/o). so you're perfectly fine! I enjoyed writing this <3

summary: comforting a reader with an abusive parent type of post: short fics characters: jamil, ruggie, leona, floyd, rollo additional info: reader is not specified to be yuu ("shrimpy" is used as a nickname during floyd's part tho), reader is gender neutral, food mention (ruggie's part), actual interaction w the parent happens during leona and rollo's parts, mentions/descriptions of emotional abuse, although reader is kinda vague about it

Jamil Viper

Jamil knows what it's like to feel stuck.

That's really all he has to know when he recognizes that look on your face.

Perhaps you usually wear your heart on your sleeves, or perhaps you're better at keeping your emotions to yourself, like him, but either way he can tell something is very wrong the second he sees you.

It's a bit strange, isn't it?

Surrounded by people in the cafeteria and yet no one seems to notice the shadow cast over you.

He tries to talk himself out of it for the rest of the day. He has enough on his plate as it is, and it's not his problem. He's Kalim's keeper, not yours.

But that sense of unease doesn't go away.

He drags himself out of bed and somehow finds himself at your door in the dead of night.

And even though it takes you a moment to answer, he can tell you were already awake.

"Here," he says, handing you a warm meal in a container. "I noticed you didn't eat today. We had leftovers."

You don't feel very much like eating, but you accept the gift, anyway. It smells amazing. His cooking always does.

"Thank you," you mumble.

You can't think of anything else to say.

"Are you... well, Kalim sent me to ask if you're feeling unwell," he lies through his teeth.

"I'm fine,"

Another lie, this time of your behalf, which annoys him ever-so-slightly.

"You're clearly not. Are you sick?" the question is vague enough, said in such a way that leaves you with the impression that he wasn't exactly referring to a physical illness.

"I've... had a rough day,"

Jamil is quiet for a moment, thinking to himself. And then: "Do you mind if I come in?"

He's always so careful with his words that such a direct (yet polite) request almost catches you off guard. You step to the side, letting him in your room.

"I don't mean to pry. I know it's not my place," he says, watching you close the door. "But... Kalim is worried. Yes."

You shake your head. "It's fine. I'll get over it,"

It.

What did "it" mean? Surely this couldn't just be a lousy day.

"Did something happen?"

You hesitate.

"Have you ever... ran into someone who made your life miserable? That you thought you moved on from... and it starts to feel like you're stuck in that place all over again?"

Of course. Of course he knows what that feels like.

He has to live through that exact experience every day, without even being able to move on.

But he can't just say that. And this is about you, after all.

"I'm familiar with the feeling. I suppose that's what's ruined your day, then?"

"That's one way to put it," you sigh, sitting at the edge of your bed. "Sometimes it feels like all the progress I've made is just... null. Like I'll never really move on."

He hates how much he's relating to you. How much you're affecting him, now, too.

He follows you to the bed and sits beside you.

"Someday, though, you will. It may feel hopeless now, but... you won't stay stuck forever,"

Unlike me, he thinks.

"How can you be so sure?"

"I can't be. But you don't strike me as someone to give up after hardship,"

Like me.

You're quiet for a moment, seemingly considering what he told you. And then you hug him.

A nice, soft hug. Not abrasive or sudden like the ones Kalim gives. He'd almost forgotten what it felt like.

"Thank you, Jamil,"

He hugs back. "Of course,"

Ruggie Bucchi

It was almost painful, watching you fumble with your wallet like that.

You couldn't seem to get the proper amount out, shaking like a leaf and apologizing profusely. Sam keeps telling you it's okay, but the line forming behind you is starting to grow restless.

Ruggie included.

He has places to be, after all, and he's got two whole crates of energy drinks to lug back to Savanaclaw.

He has half a mind to ask what the holdup is.

And so, he peers over your shoulder, ready to- oh, no. You're crying.

Damn it. Why can't things ever be easy for him?

He can't even chew someone out for taking up all his precious time without being thrown a curveball. And now he feels bad.

Sigh.

"Hey, I got this," he says, setting his heavy crates down on the counter and flashing a card.

Your eyes widen. "Oh, no, Ruggie, you don't have to-"

"Relax, it's Leona's money, not mine," he offers a grin, ignoring the tears trailing down your face. "He won't even notice it's missing."

The line behind you two breathes a collective sigh of relief (much to your embarrassment) and Ruggie shoots them a glare.

"I... I still can't accept this-" you start, before he quickly shushes you.

"Hey, if you wanna make it up to me, you can help me carry these things. I'll call it even,"

You're silent for a moment as Sam finishes ringing you both up, and then you take a crate. As quiet as ever. It's unnerving.

You're walking back to the Hall of Mirrors when Ruggie breaks that silence by bringing up your purchase. "So, what's up with the afternoon snack? Not that I'm judging- I'm jealous. I skipped lunch, shishishi,"

"Oh, it's nothing," you mutter. "Comfort food, I guess."

The concept of comfort food is extremely appealing to him. "Huh. Long day?"

"Something like that... Why'd you skip lunch?"

Trying to change the conversation topic? Clever. But he'll bite, anyway.

"Leona forgot some of his class stuff, so I had 'ta run and get it. Too bad he forgot where he left it... I was all over campus,"

"Did you find it?"

"Eventually. Or else I'd be busy getting my neck wrung instead of 'bein here with you,"

You nod, and the conversation swiftly dies.

After another awkward beat, he clears his throat. "So you... you wanna talk about it, or something?"

"What?"

"You know, your... your day," he mutters, shrugging. He's desperately trying to remember all of the things his grandma did for him when he was upset as a child. "Talking about it might... make 'ya feel better, y'know?"

You're quiet again, and for a moment Ruggie is worried he said something to offend you.

Then, much to his relief, your voice picks up. "I ran into someone today,"

"What? Like someone was giving you trouble?"

"No, not a student. Someone I don't see very much anymore. Um... I guess it just threw me off,"

He tilts his head to the side. "Why?"

"I don't... well, we don't get along very much. Something about them just makes me feel... very... small. Insignificant,"

You don't ask if he understands what you mean, but he does. Not that he'd ever admit that so openly to you at a time like this, but being small and insignificant is basically his job.

And as much as he likes the perks, he can imagine how rough it would be to deal with that and not get to use a bottomless credit card whenever the opportunity presented itself.

He struggles to respond for a moment.

"That's rough,"

Definitely not the sympathetic response he was going for. At least you don't seem to mind.

"I-I mean, sometimes we have to act small to survive. It's a part of life, 'ya know? But that doesn't mean you are small. Just surviving on its own is an accomplishment," he recovers from his earlier blunder, trying to smile. "You should be proud of yourself, if anything."

"That's..." you say. "That's one way of looking at it."

He sighs. "I'm not expressing myself very well, am I? What I'm trying to say is that you're not small or insignificant, and living life feeling like you are is a survival tactic at best,"

The both of you stop in front of Savanaclaw, and he offers another grin.

"And if you ever wanna talk about this stuff... well, I'm around... And you can come inside now, if you want. I could definitely find more stuff to carry!"

Leona Kingscholar

Leona Kingscholar is very, very much enjoying parent weekend alone, thank you.

Of course his folks don't want to attend a school event for their disappointment of a second son. Why would they care? And on Cheka's birthday weekend, no less...

But that didn't bother him. Not at all.

As long as he slept through the weekend without being bothered by any happy-go-lucky nuclear family units, he'd live.

That plan lasts about five hours.

"You'd be better off doing something more useful with your time. Sports, or science, or... something that might help your future. But if you're so sure... I suppose it's better to cut our losses now than put any more faith in you. You just can never decide, can you?"

That voice. Unfamiliar, but drawling, laced with poison. Aggravating enough to stir Leona from his nap in the botanical gardens.

And it's getting closer.

"I just don't understand. Why get accepted into one of the most prestigious schools in the world just to spend your time goofing off?" a long sigh. "But as long as you're happy... we just want what's best for you."

Leona grumbles, turning over and trying to drift back to sleep.

"I'm trying,"

This voice is different. No- he recognizes it. It's yours.

"Are you? You know I know what's best for you, right?"

Sevens. This is your parent speaking to you? No wonder you've been acting all jittery lately.

He sits up, giving up on his nap, and continues listening in.

"I know," you say. "I really am trying, though."

"Did I say you weren't? Don't speak for me,"

This is getting ugly. Leona stands, stepping out of the shrubbery and clearing his throat behind the two of you.

You're the first to turn. "Oh- Leona! Sorry, we didn't mean to disturb you,"

"You're fine," he snaps, sharp eyes turning to your parent beside you. "Who's this, then?"

"This is-"

"Their parent," they go ahead and introduce themselves, cutting you off as if you weren't speaking at all. Like you're a piece of furniture hanging in the background. He's not a fan.

"Really? From the way you were talking, I would have guessed that you were their coach. Or boss,"

Your eyes dart between the two. "Leona-"

"You're fine," he reaffirms. "I was just looking for you, anyway. We really have to talk."

You pause, raising an eyebrow. He? Wants to talk to you? Now?

"Is it important?" your parent asks. The question is directed at you, although he answers.

"Very. I was just coming to ask you, very politely, I might add, to reconsider my offer,"

"Your... offer...?"

Your parent looks down at you. "What's he talking about?"

"Can't blame you for forgetting. I'm sure you're busy with all your... school... things. But I do have to ask you to rejoin the spelldrive club. We're in shambles without you,"

He gives you a certain look, one that clearly reads "Go along with it."

Leona Kingscholar offering an olive branch to someone is a rare occurrence. So you take it.

"Oh! Right, I have been busy with school. I've been meaning to get back to you..."

Your parent looks between the two of you with just the faintest hint of confusion, and then frustration. "You've been playing spelldrive? When was I going to hear about this?"

"They haven't been playing with us," Leona says, a small smirk already forming. "They're the team manager. They're way too smart to be out on the field- no, they're running the team, they're organizing everything, their strategy is like nothing we've ever seen. If only they were in Savanaclaw, we might have a chance at winning one of these years."

"Uhhh..." you start, looking between your parent and the oddly friendly and receptive clone that's replaced Leona. "...Yeah, right."

"Now, if you'll excuse us, we really have to discuss official club matters," he says, shooing away your parent until they eventually give in and leave.

As soon as they're out the door, you turn to him. "What w-"

"Are you alright?" he asks.

Stunned would be an understatement. "I'm fine,"

"Really? Cause you're looking at me like a gazelle caught in headlights,"

"I-I guess it's just been hard... having them here,"

Leona nods, closing his eyes as he thinks to himself. Then, he sighs.

"Yeah. I get that. Come on, then,"

You raise an eyebrow as he starts off in the opposite direction. "What? Where are we going?"

"Somewhere quiet and warm to nap. Being around that person sucked all the energy right out of me, I can't imagine how exhausted you feel,"

He turns to look over his shoulder with a smile. "With any luck, we'll avoid them for the rest of the weekend,"

Floyd Leech

Of course, he can tell something's up right away.

Well... maybe it takes him a little while to tune into the conversation, but once he does, he notices you've been... awfully quiet throughout it.

His favorite little shrimpy? All sad? Moping around like a kicked puppy?

Now this catches his attention.

"Bored?" he asks. It's his first guess.

"Hm?" you ask, looking back at him. "No, I'm fine."

"But you're not,"

"Okay, I'm a little distracted,"

Now that, he can understand. But there's still something very off about the whole thing that he can't quite put his finger on.

"You're not telling me something," he states, matter-of-factly, crossing his arms.

You raise an eyebrow. "...And?"

"And I wanna know. I'm not letting you leave until you tell me,"

Your thought process is probably ranging somewhere between "oh, no," and "oh NO," by now.

"I sweaaar, it's nothing," you insist. "I just had a bad day, okay?"

"Why?"

There's no turning back now. He's invested, and until he loses interest, you're stuck here.

"It was... just... long. Can I go now? I have things to do,"

He frowns, and stands, and then puts you in a headlock. "Alright, where're we 'goin?"

"FLOYD!"

He drags you along with him, remembering not to be too rough as he takes you from place to place on his dailies. You begrudgingly learn to accept it.

When you walk back into the Mostro Lounge, Azul and Jade don't even bat an eye.

"You're thirty minutes late- ah, why do I bother?" Azul says, rifling through a stack of papers on his desk. He only looks up when he catches a glimpse of you. "Oh. Hello, there."

You wave half-heartedly. "Can I get some help?"

"Floyd. What is the meaning of this?" he asks.

Floyd pouts. "There's 'somethin wrong with them and they won't tell me what,"

"Are they ill?"

You lower your eyes at the two as they speak like you're not even there. "Hello?"

"Nah, they feel fine. They're all mopey, though,"

Azul hums to himself, lost in thought. And then: "Well, figure out what it is, and get to work, if you please,"

"Azul!" you shout. He ignores you.

Floyd drags you back outside the office and sits down with you at one of the tables, waving to concerned lounge-goers as they pass by.

"Now will you tell me?"

"Geez, alright, alright. I give up, you win," you sigh. "I... well, my parent was here earlier. At school. And we talked, and they... said some not-very-nice things to me. That's why I've been upset, okay?"

Floyd's smile immediately drops. "I win? But that's not a very good prize,"

"Tell me about it,"

"Why would anyone be mean to you, anyway? You're the best shrimpy I know!"

You avert your eyes. "It wasn't... mean... per se. Just... not nice,"

"Sounds mean to me," he mutters. "I don't get it."

"Well, sometimes these things just... don't make sense. It's my fault, anyway," you sigh.

His gaze sharpens at that. "'An who told you that? You didn't do anything! I'm starting to really dislike this parent of yours,"

His sudden mood swing doesn't phase you, but it does lift your spirits... just the tiniest bit. Even if you wouldn't admit that to yourself. "Hey, it's fine. I'm over it,"

"You sure you don't want me to squeeze 'em?"

"Heh. No, that's okay. I would like you to let me go, though,"

His eyes widen at the sudden realization he still has you in a headlock and he quickly releases you.

You sit up, stretching and rubbing the back of your neck. "Thanks,"

"My arm was starting to hurt, anyway..." he thinks for a moment, looking back to the office door. "Ya think I can use that to get out of working? I wanna spend more quality time with my favorite shrimpy. You could use it!"

You look to the door and shrug. "Hey, worth a try, right?"

Rollo Flamme

Out of all the things to ruin the day, of course it had to be your parent.

The disappointment between the two of you was palpable. And even though it was only a brief encounter, it was enough to sour the rest of the afternoon for the both of you.

The first thing Rollo noticed, of course, was the manner in which they carried themselves. As an authoritative, important figure, puffing out their chest and towering over you. What gave them the right...?

They were not a leader, nor a public figure, nor anyone of interest, if your earlier mentions of them gave him any idea. Nothing but an adult who spoke to the both of you as if you were tiny children.

He loathed being talked down to.

Perhaps he should have said something sooner than he did, and perhaps he should have said something more than the interruption he used to excuse you from the conversation.

And now you're just quiet.

"Are you well?" he asks, looking at you from the corner of his eyes.

You shrug.

"I apologize for not speaking on your behalf sooner. I did not want to be rude,"

No response at all.

Your silence was driving him mad. He couldn't get a good read on what you were feeling when you kept looking away like that.

"If you'd like to return home early, I would understand and escort you promptly,"

"No,"

A response. Not a good one, but a response nonetheless.

"May I ask you a question?" though he doesn't really wait for your permission to go on. "Why do they speak to you like that?"

That comment seems to jolt you, and you turn to look at him with wide eyes. "What? Speak to me like what?"

He struggles for the right words.

How could he describe it? It was so... odd. The words they spoke to you didn't sound cruel, but there was something sinister lurking beneath them. And not even in the typical "polite for the sake of it" sense.

Each response they gave was laced with a sort of venom that seemed to sting you. You had grown quiet, distant, as if you weren't really there at all.

Of course he was familiar with such tactics. He could weave his own words with ease. But you had done nothing wrong- you were guiltless. Why were you being punished?

He couldn't quite come up with an answer.

"You seemed uncomfortable," he finally says, looking away again. "I apologize for such an experience happening to you under my watch."

"It's not your fault,"

"It certainly isn't. And it's not yours, either,"

A blanket of silence falls over the two of you until he speaks again.

"You have nothing to feel bad about," he reaffirms.

Another pause.

"And I don't mean to intrude. But if you ever need my assistance, you know where to find me,"

[hoshigray]

Sit down for this one, alright? How bout a gigolo! Toji, who stumbles upon you? The reader's friends pay for his services to help ease your stress from work, and you begrudgingly have to accept the offer. And when you finally meet him, it's a night that you were not prepared for you, mentally and physically.

A/n: camgirl! reader this, prostitute! reader that; motherfuckers, if you don't slap your favs onto the field right tf now!!?? Gege himself said that Toji is a manwhore for money and women, so you know I'm running with this idea :/ Lol but fr tho, this was a prompt that has been itching me, plus I love making these scenario thingies!! I outta write them for the other JJK men when I have the time (or maybe y'all can send asks *shrugs*). All ik is that this hot dilf bastard would make a fine gigolo, I'd happily be broke ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Cw: gigolo! Toji x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - age difference (reader is at least in their mid/late-20s) - implied that reader isn't a virgin, but does try new things w/ Toji - Daddy kink - fingering (f! receiving) - breast fondling - prone bone + cowgirl/riding positions - scratching (m! receiving) - cervix fucking - pet names (baby, cutie, good girl, mama, princess, sweetheart, sweet thing) - praise - overstimulation - impact play; spanking (1x) - Toji lowkey simping for the cute, shy reader.

Wc: 2.2k

Gioglo! Toji...

...whose been in the field not as long as his hitman occupation, yet it's a side hustle he's good at. Like, extremely good at. His age and rough appearance wouldn't have you guess that he does this sort of thing; however, men and women sigh in heavenly familiarity just from the sheer mention of his name. When you venture deep into the streets, it's no surprise to the average goer that he is [if not one of] the best gigolo in the game. The younger male escorts find it hard to compete with him, but it's pointless going up against a man of his caliber.

...who enjoys the gigs even when going with it for all these years. Money was the only reason he turned to this hustle in the first place, so, surprisingly, he's continued with this for as long as he can. Especially now that he has two kids and is well past his younger prime, he still uses his body on clients who can't get enough of him. And the number of his customers has stayed steadily high (if not increasing by the day) throughout the years.

But who is he to call this lifestyle off? Easy cash all from some good sex? Toji has no complaints about this side hustle.

...who states he has no favorites among his clients. There are the faces he'll remember — his returning loyal customers — and then the faces only there for a quick fuck and never to be seen again. Not that Toji cares about such things at all. As far as he's concerned, he's only in it for the money. So, as long as the cash looks appealing, he doesn't care what he has to do or has to do it with. Besides, you should never mix your personal life with your profession, especially with a heavily explicit and raunchy one such as this. He lived by that motto all those years and will resume doing so. No matter how hard they plea with doe eyes for him to stay longer, he'll just give them what they want; his deep verdant eyes contrasting his raven hair, his titillating smirk on his scarred lips whispering dirty words to their ears, and his muscular body that put them under his spell in the sheets.

Toji swears he has no favorites. So he thought...

...who is a name you weren't familiar with until your friends came to you, and you expressed nothing but sheer horror after they explained. Apparently, as the most stressed and workaholic person in the group, they thought it'd be a good idea to pitch in and schedule you a night with the infamous Toji Fushiguro. You've practically begged them to reconsider, pull back from the deal, bargained, anything! Even so much as calling one of them ("Please, please, please just call this thing off!" "Sorry, Y/n. He already accepted the offer, so we can't get the money back. Plus, you're gonna be in good hands, I promise! I was with him once, and my body was never the same. I saw him the second time and, literally, my puss—" "OKAY, I GET IT, I'M HANGING UP, BYE!!").

Your objections were directed to deaf ears, so to say you were nervous the night of Toji's arrival was far from comprehension. Coming home from work was hard enough throughout the entire week, becoming difficult to stomach day by day when the fateful day came. Because you never had experience with an escort or playboy before — let alone one who's supposedly well-known to your friends and the streets! Blood running cold as you constantly look at the time, your foot thumping on the ground, and your fingers fidgeting as you wait for the stranger listed to take your virginity away. And with the sudden knock on your door, your heart almost lept out from your mouth. Oh, fucking Christ...

...who surveys your entire appearance after you open the door for him. And he takes his time drinking in your pretty figure, your smooth skin, the alluring scent of your floral lotion, and the cami romper that exhibits your shoulders and thighs to his liking. He notes you avert your gaze when his eyes find their way to yours, and he snickers. Already, he knows he'll have fun with this. "Hey, cutie," Toji says, his gruff tone rare to your ears. "Y'r name's Y/n, right? Heard about you from y'r friends, said they wanted me to treat you."

You gulp before replying. "Yes, that's me...Oh! Please come in, Mr. Fushigu—"

"Toji's enough, sweetheart." He corrects you before entering inside, taking his shoes off at the front and entering the living room. "Nice place ya got. Did'ja wanna do this here? Because I was told to take you out somewhere."

You open your mouth to answer, but you meekly retract yourself. Toji notices your quiet display, chewing on your bottom lip while playing with the tied straps of your romper on your shoulder. Damn, so fuckin' cute. He walks up to you and brings a hand to lightly seize your chin with his thumb and forefinger, and you almost want to scream at the older man examining you like some treasure. "Ya nervous?" You give a shy nod. "Aww, y're a cute lil' thing, huh?"

With hot cheeks, you avert your gaze away from him again. Your modesty amused the older man, "Relax, baby. I'm gonna take good care of you, ya hear? If y're feelin' any pain or somethin', be sure to tell me." He has you turn to him again, caressing your cheek with his warm forefinger. Your lips quiver with anxiousness when you give another nod to him. And with that silent confirmation, you've accepted what happens next.

...who enjoys breaking you down as the night goes on. He has you on your bed with your back against his chest, and he does what he can to warm your body up to him. His big hands grope your breasts and tweeze your erect nipples until one slithers down to your drenched panties and forces a finger between your slick-coated folds. Your whimpers seep past your pretty lips, gasps of air exiting your system when the man kisses your neck and sucks on your skin.

"Mmmm, so tight 'round my fingers, mama," his hoarse voice vibrates his chest. You melt while he nibbles on your ear. "Spread them legs wide fr' me." With quivering limbs, you try to do what you're told, and more wails exit your mouth as he pushes his digits to and fro from your leaky chasm.

And the moment he finally has his dick inside you? Oh, Toji relishes the sensation of you around him. Fucking so deep in the prone bone position, he hammers his pelvis to your ass, and his balls smack onto your vulva coated in slick and come. Your moans fuel him to go harder and faster; the sight of you griping the sheets beneath and your ass jolting with every thrust turns him on too much.

"Haaah—Ahhhh!! Toji, oh God," it was your first time ever in this position, and it's so intense and electrifying with how harsh the older man propels himself to you. His cock scraping your most sensitive walls, you had given up concealing your screams long ago. "It's too much for—Mmmph!! 'S too muuuch..."

"Feelin' good there, princess?"

"Nmmph!! Y-Yess," drool starts to pool on the pillow you're resting on, but you're too occupied to feel ashamed of this lewd image you're exhibiting. "Feels so good, so goo—Ohhoooo!!" Your brows trench with eyes sewn shut, and your climax begins to climb quickly. With a choked cry, you come on Toji's dick for the second time that night, tears wetting the pillowcase while your cunt flutters on him as you release.

Regardless, Toji still ruts into you even when you're under a blissful haze, not until he's done with you. "Good girl, cummin' on my dick like that — Nmmph!!" He pulls out of you, spilling his load onto you, covering your asscheeks and lower back.

...who was surprised to see you again after a week, scheduling him with you on another weekend. Not like he had any objections to it, absolutely not. Because when he sees you give him a bashful smile and wave, he can't help but smirk and walk in your direction. "Well, hey, sweet thing." He'd greet and kiss your cheek before wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Liked how I took care of you last time?"

You'd pull your stare to the ground yet give him a curt nod, the older man only finding your interaction adorable. "Uh-huh..." And Toji wastes no time wrapping an arm around your waist and walking with you to the nearest hotel.

And he's even more perplexed to see you two weekends after that...and the other two after that...Gradually, you've become a frequent client of his. That fact alone is enough to have him drop what he's about to do to have availability for you.

...who'd start to find himself slowly attracted to you the more you see him. It wasn't about the money when it came to you. In fact, no one knows you pay him significantly lower than the others. Can you blame him, though? When a doll like you always offers him to stay the night at your play after sex or treat him to meals sometimes, it's hard for the man to not feel some type of way about you. The two of you are aware that this relationship is founded on sex for the sake of your stress relief. Yet as the days go on, it's difficult for Toji to not fall in love and be enamored with your charming and sweet self.

Nevertheless, he'd be lying if he said the sex wasn't good between you two. Because it's quite the opposite, especially as Toji observes how sexually free you become with his visits. Whether it be you scratching on his back while he drills his dick into you, marking his tanned skin of your nails ("Oh, my God! I'm so sorry about that!" You'd apologize profusely, but he'd counter with a chuckle. "It's fine, cutie. It's not the first time I got scratched up by a kitten."). Or whether you'd allow him to convince you to try other positions — like his favorite, the full nelson.

Or, in times like this, when you'd have more confidence than before and ask if you'd ride him. And with a grin, Toji lies back and watches you bounce on his cock. An erotic image that he'd love to keep in his memory for as long as he can.

"Ohhh...Hmmm—Ahhnnn!!" Your cries as you straddle him in a desperate tempo, taking in his girth inch by inch, are music to his ears. The view of your beautiful, sweaty, hot body hopping on his dick is recorded with lustful forest-green eyes. "Ahhhh!! Feels so good, Toji, so—Ahhhh!!!"

"Not so fast there, sweetheart." Toji smacks your bare ass, prompting you to come down and lay your head on his shoulder. You look to see his eyes peer down to your teary ones."What's my name again?"

"Hmmm, sorry, Daddy," you correct yourself, your cunt twitching on his length when the title slips out. "Pleaseeee, forgive me—Eeeiiii!! Oh, Jesus..."

Toji grabs your butt with his hands, propelling them downward to match the jerk of his hips, and the tip of his length makes contact with your cervix. Choked sobs strain out from your throat as he kisses your temple. "Good girl, that's my fuckin' girl..."

Oh, fucking shit! It's coming. It's coming! "Daddy, please, I'm about to cum...Ohhhh, gonna cum—Mmmph!!" The older man silences you with his lips on yours, and you follow suit by wrapping your arms around his neck to deepen the passionate kiss. The motion of your hips goes erratic with his, your orgasm coming up for the both of you with the increased speed. It's there you two succumb to climaxing, the walls of your slit clasping around his cock while he pumps the last of his essence into you. Groans and whimpers are exchanged between clingy mouths.

A wave of calm soon calms the air and your sweaty frames stick together. He resumes kissing you until your sensitive body has had enough, removing your lips from his teasing teeth. "Thank you, Toji. Thank you..."

Even out of breath, his scarred lip uproots to a smirk. "Y're so fuckin' cute, ya know that, mama?"

...who understands he's breaking his own rule when it's just you. It's never good mixing business with personal life. He was in it for the money from the start, and that mentality has done him well throughout the years. Do whatever the clients ask, take the money, and move on. Can't attach yourself to them. Now, he's found himself going against his motto; enjoying his time with you more than any of the others he's been with, looking forward to seeing you again to enjoy having you to himself. Whenever you aren't around him, it's evident that you will cloud his mind until you text or call.

But as he's stated before: as long as their cash in front of him and both parties get what they want, there's no need to have favorites...However, as long it's just you, he'll always be willing to make an exception.

[chris-slut]

𓈒𓏸 𖦹 heartbeat ⸝⸝ 👙 .ᐟ ׄ ׅ ྀ

pairing; dom!bestfriend!chris x sub!reader

summary; you and your friends planned a day to the beach. knowing chris was going, you put on an orange bikini. his favorite color. chris has always been your bestfriend, but you need him in ways you can even explain. you wore that specific color to tease him and try to get him.

! 3rd person p.o.v !

warnings; SMUT, oral (m!receiving), bathroom sex, pet names (princess, baby.)

authors note; hope you like this 😊😊🤍 also all my stories are poc friendly cause i’ve had someone ask me if they are ! AND BTW THIS IS VERY BADLY WRITTEN.

chris : orange

maia : pink

nick : purple

matt : blue

friends : green

“okay guys, are we all packed up?” nick says, slinging his bag over his shoulder with all the towels and packs of chips in it. matt looks over and gives him a thumbs up as he grabs the beach chairs and walks out the front door, nick following.

maia and chris follow behind the pair with bags in their hands and a cooler in chris’s hand. “need help there?” maia asks chris, “nope, thanks tho mai,” chris says as he smiles at the girl. the smile she’s always loved and known.

as they walk out the front door, maia notices matt looking in the car as if he was trying to think of a plan. she quickly walks over and looks over matt’s shoulder. there wasn’t enough room in the back of the van for everybody to be seated since the beach equipment took up most of the room, so there was only 1 seat in the back and 4 people.

“uhm— i can just sit on someone’s lap,” maia says as she looks at the one seat available. “yeah, she can sit on my lap i don’t care,” chris says as he walks just behind them. maia feel’s her cheeks heat up a bit at that scentence. maia and chris have been best friends since forever, so nothing was really crazy about it. she knew it was just chris being helpful.

“alright, is that fine with you mai?” matt asks as he opens up the drivers door. she just nods and waits for chris to get in so she can follow behind him. chris sits down in the seat behind matt as he manspreads for the girl. she quickly plops down between his legs as she faces forward.

“you comfy?” chris asks as his hands slither to her thighs, rubbing his hand’s up and down. “mhm, ‘m comfy.”

the car ride to the beach was fine. every time there was a speed bump and maia would move on him, and chris couldn’t help but let out a low whimper, praying no one heard it every time it happened.

“alright, we’re hereee bitches!” nick says as he grabs his sunglasses and bag, getting out of the car. maia giggles at this which makes chris smile.

as maia slowly gets off of chris’s lap, he manspreads slightly and leans back to let her get out the car. the sight of him manspreading made maia wet, let alone the fact he was leaned back and his neck was on full display.

she quickly shakes the thoughts out of her head as she gets out and grabs her bag from the trunk of their minivan.

closing the trunk, maia hears chris start to speak up. “are we going or what? y’all taking ages,” he says which makes nick and the girl roll their eyes.

the pair walk in front of matt and chris, and chris can’t help but steal quick glances and her ass through the tiny jean shorts she has on. matt noticed it but she wasn’t in shock, chris has always been like this around the girl.

and after what seems like forever of walking, they finally make it to the beach. they place their stuff down not to far from the water and start getting ready.

maia slowly takes her tiny crop top off, an orange bikini top that shows the perfect amount of cleavage showing. chris, who of course isn’t thinking, looks over at the girl as she’s taking her jean shorts down.

and fuck should he have not done that.

he can’t control the feeling growing in him bathing suit bottoms, the way she slowly slid the shorts down to reveal matching orange bottoms drove him insane. he swore she wore them just to tease him.

“ready to go in nick?” maia asks him, a soft smile on her face. nick nods, running to the water leaving maia jogging behind him.

chris watches her every move, the way her hair blows and the way even when she’s running the looks perfect is driving him insane.

“chris,” matt says as he looks at his brother standing there, “might wanna fix ur little issue before you freak the people out on the beach,” he finishes.

chris looks down in embarrassment and sits down, placing his hands on his crotch to try and cover it up best to his ability. “sorry,” he mumbles.

after 10 minutes maia and nick come back, water dropping down their bodies. the sight of maia in front of chris wasn’t helping with any issues going on.

“i have to piss so bad, i’ll be right back i’m just gonna walk over to the 7/11,” maia says as she slides her shorts back over her body, grabbing her phone and sliding her flip flops on.

everyone nods as she walks off, chris watching her slowly. “igottagoto,” he quickly says as he stands up and quickly follows after her.

maia doesn’t notice any of this as she walks into the 7/11, walking over to the family bathrooms before she could close the door behind her chris opens it and quickly locks it, turning to face her.

“chri-“ he smacks his lips against hers before she could even her scentence, grabbing her throat and pushing her up against the bathroom door.

“fuck, you have no clue what that orange bikini did to my baby,” chris says against her lips and he leaves on last kiss, slowly peppering kisses down her jawline and throat.

a quiet whimper escapes maia’s lips as she feels the boys cold hands go behind her bikini and undoing the knot, letting it fall to the floor.

as he moves away from her neck, he looks down at her bare chest. “why do you have to be so beautiful,” he whispers as he leaves a sloppy kiss on each of them.

“chris, let me taste you please,” maia says as she looks up into chris’s eyes while getting down on her knees, messing with the waistband of his swim trunks.

“go ahead princess, take them down,” chris whispers as he grabs the girls hair, makeshifting it into a ponytail.

maia quickly pulls them down, chris’s tip leaking in precum. she runs her finger over his slit as chris hisses. “stop bein’ a fuckin tease and just suck it,” chris says as he rubs his tip against her lips.

maia opens her mouth as he slides it in, groans leaving the pairs mouths. her tounge twirls around it, bobbing her head up in down.

“atta girl.”

fuck that scentence drove her crazy. she slowly pulls it out of her mouth, saliva from her mouth attaching to chris’s tip.

chris’s eyes roll as he slides himself back into her mouth, thrusting in and out. a breathy groan leaves his mouth as he sees the girl taking all of him.

“fuck.. wish i was in you,” he whispers as his thrusts become sloppier and sloppier.

“oh- shit! gonna cum baby,” chris says as he feels maias tongue slowly run up and down his length. “cmon, cum,” she says as she looks up at him.

he quickly cums into her mouth as he rests his head back against the door, chest rising up and down.

“i’m not expecting anything back by the way, doing that was all i needed,” maia says as she grabs her bikini top and ties it back to her body.

she opens the door and walks out, leaving the sweaty boy in shock.

best beach day of his life.

[ashen-char]

brace yourself

ship: amber freeman (scream) x fem reader

warnings: some jokes about blood/murder since its amber yknow, not much tho

summary: after getting braces, you feel insecure about it. your girlfriend amber reassures you about it

word count: 1100+

notes: requested here. thank you <3 i dont know too much abt braces but i hope you like it regardless

Awkward would be the first word that jumps into your head about how you're feeling right now. Your mouth feels weird, your lips and cheeks feeling crowded like there's suddenly not enough space in your mouth. You can't help running your tongue over the brackets and wires as your orthodontist speaks to you. He's telling you about how to take care of them, what foods not to eat, things to avoid. You're not really paying attention. Instead, you nod along to pretend you're listening when internally all you're thinking about is whether Amber would totally hate it.

When you had told her about the possibility of you getting braces, you couldn't really read your girlfriend's reaction. Amber was a big part of why you had grown to accept your old smile. She had made you confident in something you used to hate when you were younger, always telling you how much she liked it, always trying to make you smile so she could see it.

Your orthodontist hands you a pamphlet that sums up all the care he was describing, and after thanking him you stuff it into your pocket. That's when your phone buzzes with a text from Amber.

Hey, babe! Can't wait to see u. How was it?

You take a deep breath and type back quickly. Walking out of the clinic, you get into your car. You two had planned a date for after your appointment so that Amber could treat you while your gums and stuff were still all achey. It's cute how much she wanted to take care of you.

ah it went alright. give me a few? omw to pick you up

You catch sight of yourself in the rearview mirror. You flash a smile to inspect how the braces look, if it's really as different as it feels. The braces are clear as day in the bright pink you chose, like they're mocking you. You had picked a colour you liked in hopes that it'd cheer you up but maybe that was a bad idea.

Sitting on your driver's seat, you think about Amber's perfect smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners when she laughs. What if she notices the braces first thing? What if she thinks they’re ugly? Or what if she'll be disappointed that they're just... different?

Your thoughts are interrupted when Amber texts back. There's no time to worry about what she'll think - she'll see you in a few minutes whether you like it or not.

Getting changed. See ya mwah

Sighing, you buckle your seatbelt and turn the ignition key. There's no stalling when Amber's waiting for you.

By the time you pull up in the driveway of her house, Amber is already waiting at her front door. She lights up upon seeing you, walking out to your car before you even had the chance to go to her front door.

"Hey, babe," she says, sliding into the passenger seat. "How was the orthodontist?"

"Hey. And fine, I guess," you answer, barely even turning to look at her. You hesitate for a moment, wondering if you should go in for a kiss like you usually do. You've heard these stories about braces getting stuck together when people made out, or the brackets cutting lips. You don't wanna hurt Amber.

You hadn't even realised that you were pursing your lips shut until Amber calls you out on it. "What's with the frown, huh? Hiding them from me?" she asks teasingly.

"I-" you go to argue back, but inside you know she's right. It might have been unconscious but you didn't want her to see yet. Didn't want the opportunity to be judged.

"It can't be that bad," Amber says. "Come on. You haven't even kissed me hello yet."

You bite your lip. "I'm just nervous to kiss you with these," you mumble, still trying your best not to talk too much. "I dunno how to. It could scratch you or something."

Amber rolls her eyes. As if something that small would prevent her from kissing her girlfriend. She goes to playfully nudge your arm. "I'm tougher than that. Kissing you 'til I bleed sounds kinda fun, actually. Kinky."

You can't help but to smile at her playful tone. Amber made you forget that you were trying to keep your lips from parting too much. "I should've known you'd say that."

When you speak, Amber goes to hold your face in your hand, holding your jaw to keep your mouth open. "Ah, don't close 'em again. I wanna see!"

And well, you're a simp so you tend to do whatever your girlfriend wants. You feel your cheeks heat up as she studies you, your mouth pulled to a smile to show them to Amber.

"Cute. Pink," she notes. Amber tilts your jaw, looking at you from every angle. "You're always cute."

You avoid her gaze. When she has your face tilted back to look directly at her, relief flows over you when you can see she's being genuine. She likes it. She still thinks you're cute. "Shut up," you say, but you're smiling now.

"Is that all you were worried about, babe? Can I get a kiss from my girlfriend now?"

It's not like your nerves can go away with a few words. As much as she says it's OK now, you don't wanna ruin kissing her. You don't wanna scratch up those soft pillowy lips you love kissing so much. But still, Amber always gets what she wants. And if she thinks a little bit of blood would be hot, well so be it.

"Alright," you breathe out, weak to how she's cupping your face. "If you do it softly. Don't scratch yourself."

"Don't tell me what to do," is her jokey reply. Still, Amber closes the distance, pressing a soft and tentative (on your end, at least) kiss to your lips. You’re hyper-aware of the braces, but her kiss is gentle, careful, and all your fears of metal mishaps melt away. When she pulls back, she’s smiling, her eyes sparkling. “See? Not so bad, right?”

You laugh, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. “Not bad at all.”

"Were you seriously nervous?" Amber laughs. She swats your arm, thinking you're ridiculous. "As if you could be anything but cute to me. Why would I care about some braces?"

"I dunno... You think the others will say anything?" you ask, of Amber's friends.

"They're not gonna laugh. And if they do, I'll knife em' in their sleep for ya. You know me, babe. I wouldn't let anyone make fun of my girl." Amber smirked, her trademark dark humour helping lighten the mood. She squeezes your thigh in a show of quick reassurance before going to do her seatbelt. "Now hurry up and take me out, I'm fucking starving."

[xxresi-rotxx]

Avoiding You- L.S. Kennedy (pt. 1)

Warnings: Angst, self-doubt, insecurity (only a bit), heartache 

Summary: You thought you & Leon were on the same page, so you went for it...turns out he didn’t feel the way you thought... 

(This was definitely supposed to be posted yesterday, but my fiancé took me out to the country to see cows and I had no service😂😭the cows were def worth it tho 👀❤️)

Word Count: 1.9k

Part 2

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How were you going to avoid him? It wasn’t going to be easy seeing as you were both posted on the same mission right now. Ughhh how could you have misread him so wrong?? You were sure he had feelings for you. He would always insist on being your partner on missions, he would flirt with you endlessly, he was always just there. 

You tried to take your mind out of the situation for a minute. Was he babying you? Was that it? Not that he wanted to spend time with you, but that he felt it necessary to go with you for the mission to run smoothly? Was he just mocking you all those times you thought he was flirting? 

You couldn’t think about it any longer. You were beyond embarrassed. You tried to kiss him and he pulled away, no need for a clearer sign of him not liking you that way. The embarrassment wasn’t the worst part though. Your heartache hurt much, much worse. 

You actually hadn’t seen him since. You’d requested to be debriefed alone, took watch opposite the time he did, and every time you’d catch a glimpse of that dirty blonde hair, you’d go in any other direction. 

It was obvious to Leon that you were avoiding him and doing a pretty damn good job of it too. Probably for the best at this point, he wasn’t even sure what he would say to you. 

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It had been three days of you successfully avoiding Leon when a wrench got thrown into your plans. There was a break in the mission, and everyone stationed with you had to be present for the current debriefing. 

You sat on the folding chair arms crossed, and legs extended out in front of you, boots covered in dirt. You kept your eyes trained on your boots, not bothering to look up when anyone entered the tent, for fear of making direct eye contact with Leon. 

You recognized his boots anywhere and your body froze waiting for them to pass you. You swear you saw a slight hesitation in his step as he walked by you, but at this point you could have imagined it. You didn’t really trust your mind anymore when it came to Leon. 

He noticed the way you kept your head down the whole time people were coming in and wished that you didn’t. He hadn’t missed the fact that it’d been three days since he saw you, and by the looks of it after this meeting he’d go back to not seeing you again. 

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The debriefing dragged on. You had been zoned out most of the time, only paying attention when you heard key words that pertained to you. Your ears perked up at the mention of a certain name. 

“We’re sending Leon out on this one, if that’s alright with you agent.”

Did they really just saw the name you thought you heard? Why would we ever be trusting enough to work with her?

“Fine by me.”

God even his voice hurt you; it was so deep and smooth, no trace of anything but confidence. Something you had been lacking the past few days and it made you furious. 

You trained yourself early on that your mind was the strongest tool you could have in a job like this, if your mind went then so did you. You were a good shot, had fast reflexes, and were overall a pretty nice person. You never gave much time to insecurities; you were pretty enough by your own definition and were confident in your abilities as an agent. But lately? All you could do was drown in your own thoughts. 

Were you not a good enough agent? Were you too boring? Too short? Not busty enough? It was killing you. It had become your minds constant priority to figure out why he didn’t want to kiss you back and now that they were sending Leon out to meet with Ada...your mind wouldn’t shut up. 

It was no secret to the whole department that Leon had history with Ada. They were both raccoon city survivors no matter what way you looked at it. 

Was she Leon’s type? An obvious red flag, toxic, double-crossing bitch? At least that’s how you categorized her. 

Your heartache was starting to morph into jealousy at the thought of Leon being with Ada in such close proximity to you. 

It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter.  

You kept that mantra in your head, maybe if you said it enough you could convince yourself that it really didn’t matter. 

As soon as the debriefing was over you were the first one to get up and leave. 

You didn’t have to patrol today, or investigate, or do anything really besides stay on alert thank God. 

You grabbed your shotgun and a full box of ammo and made off for the trees. You had an overwhelming urge to prove yourself and shut your brain up. 

You were a good agent, a good person, and a damn good shot. You were determined to remind yourself of that and fuck Leon Kennedy if he didn’t think so. 

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You had been shooting for the better half of the day. Deciding to call it quits when you had depleted all of your ammo and saw the sun begin to set.

You were a good mile away from the base when you heard the faint crunch of what sounded like footsteps. You threw your shotgun around your back and jumped up just enough to grab the nearest branch to you. Quickly pulling your body weight up and doing the same thing over again until you were high enough up you were sure you were out of sight. 

Quietly cursing yourself for not bringing a better precision weapon with you. 

It had been what felt like ten minutes, and you hadn’t heard another sound since. Maybe whoever it was heard you too?

You’d decided it was safe enough for you to get down from the tree and begin walking again and you couldn’t have been more wrong. 

You wished you hadn’t seen it, fuck how you wished you hadn’t seen it. 

At the edge of the trees right before the clearing you saw him.

Back against one of the trees with Ada up against him. Unless the information we needed was in her mouth, you were pretty sure this wasn’t part of his mission. 

Why did this shit have to hurt so much? Maybe it was the realization he really never saw you this way. You put yourself out there and got rejected and now you realized why. If that was his type, you never stood a chance. 

You kept on your path back to base, not bothering to look behind you. 

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A week had passed since you saw Leon kissing Ada and the only thing that’s changed is your shot. Near perfect with your shotgun now, so at least you had that going for you. 

Everything else was still the same. Your heart fucking ached, you’ve avoided the man at all costs, and this mission was nowhere near over. 

You had gathered some pretty good intel though and were feeling rather confident about one of your leads. 

You were about to enter your superior's tent when his voice had you frozen...again. 

“I’ll let you know when I come into contact sir.” 

“It shouldn’t be taking this long Kennedy, any longer and we aren’t going to need whatever it is she says she has.” 

Were they talking about Ada? You were unfortunately positive Leon had come into contact with her. 

Feeling a little more confident in yourself you decided not to bother waiting outside the tent. 

“Captain” you greeted upon entering, “Kennedy” you greeted upon making eye contact with the son of a bitch. This was the first time in almost ten days that you had finally come face to face with him, and it did nothing to help the burning in your chest. You couldn’t even bring yourself to say his first name.

“Yes Y/N what is it? We’re done here Leon” your captain spoke dismissing Leon.

“I have a lead I’d like to follow sir, according to my intel it should be quite lucrative.” 

“What lead?” You turned your head around to see Leon, half outside the tent and half inside, as if your words had halted his movement. 

You turned your attention back to your captain before proceeding. 

“All due respect sir, I’d like to keep this information from as many ears as I can.” 

With that Leon was fully back inside now, not only inside but right beside you. 

“Leon’s the best agent we have Y/N,” your captain spoke, painfully reminding you of the obvious “I’m sure he’d be a help to you. Continue.” 

“Alright,” you glanced at your captain & then at Leon, who’s eyes looked deadly as he focused them on you, “long story short I know where the bioweapons are being kept. I’d like to check out this lead sir.” 

“Where did you get a lead like that?” Leon interjected. 

Your blood was boiling now. Couldn’t he just leave you alone? Didn’t he get he was the last person you wanted to see? Not like he’d care either way, but did he have to question your judgement when it came to the mission now? 

“I have my sources Kennedy.” 

“Kennedy now?” He scoffed. 

“It is your last name is it not?”

You held his eye contact, refusing to back down on this. 

“Permission granted agent.” You turned your head back to your captain, thrilled he was giving you the green light. “You both are dismissed.” 

You pushed passed Leon who refused to get out of your way and left the tent. Heading back to yours to get prepared for tonight. That’s when you’d make your move and check out this lead. 

“Hey hold up!” Leon grabbed your wrist and pulled slightly, forcing you to turn around and look at him. “Where the hell did you get a lead like this?”

“Relax” you pulled your wrist out of his grip “I’ve followed protocol, I haven’t jeopardized anything.” 

“That isn’t what I asked Y/N.” You noticed how tight his jaw was and how tense he seemed to look; did he hate you now? Was that it?

“I heard what you said Kennedy, and I’m not justifying it with an answer.”

You began to walk away only for him to follow you. 

“And why the hell not? Did you seriously lose trust in me because of what happened almost two weeks ago?” He spat. 

No. He did not have a right to be angry about that. 

“I lost trust in you Leon when I saw you gathering information from someone you claimed you haven’t made contact with yet!” You spat right back at him, noting the way his face changed into a look of shock at the fact you saw him that night.

You needed to reign yourself in, this wasn’t good. You were pissed, beyond pissed, and normally when your emotions got the better of you, they ALL got the better of you and you’d be damned to cry in front of this man now. 

Before you might have, but now? Never. 

You turned back around and continued on your way back to your tent, not bothering to notice that Leon hadn’t moved an inch. 

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Why am I having so much fun writing this?! Part two is going to be more exciting I promise 😘

[hobie-enthusiast]

hiii !! if it’s not too much trouble, could i request a comfort one-shot for hobes ? basically reader is at a pub watch one of hobies friends play, and there’s just too many people around and they start to have a panic attack, hobie pulls them to a quiet spot and helps them calm down. it’s okay if not, i’m just such a sucker for comfort things, especially w my bf, it’s ok if not tho !! hope ur having an amazing day/night :D

FIVE COLOURS !

— hobie brown x anxious!gn!reader

— comfort, panic attacks, implications of drinking, implications of injury, petnames, hobie being the best bf in the world, anxiety and mentions

— you truly thought you could make it, so you asked hobie to take you to a concert

— happily! this is based off my experience (i have anxiety with crowded public spaces), so apologies if it doesnt match what u had in mind 🫶

Hobie carefully led and maneuvered the two of you inside the pub, right by the stage. The lights were colourful shades of blue and purple as the band onstage set up. Hobie called out to one of them, prompting the singer to come over to him.

You look around the venue instead of listening to the conversation. Everyone seemed happily relaxed before the show started. More continued flowing in, greeting each other like old friends.

More.. and more people..

No. You told yourself and Hobie you would be fine tonight. You assured him that you wanted to go, wanted to support his friends and hang with them. This was something you wanted to do.

“Yea, ‘s my partner.” Hobie’s voice suddenly brings you back as he slings an arm around your waist. “[Name]. Brought ‘em out tonight t’ see th’ group.”

The friend turned to you, eyes lighting up. “Righ’, heard ya talking about them. Nice t’ meet you.”

You give a small wave before turning back to analyze your surroundings. Hobie glanced at you before dismissing his friend to finish setting up.

“Aye, we can go t’ the back if ya want.” He says once you face him again.

You quickly shake your head. “No. I said I could do this. We’re here to support your friend, don’t worry for me, okay?”

As much as Hobie wanted to protest, the lights started to flicker in the pub. He sighed and gave you a nod, yet never letting his hand off of your waist.

He wouldn’t tell you, but Hobie was very worried about you. He knew what your needs were; you were someone who needed personal space and hated when strangers touched you. It was something that spiked your anxiety, leading to pretty bad panic attacks.

Hence why he was so hesitant to bring you here. But he knows. He knows how guilty you feel about it. He knows that you feel like you owe him something.

So when you asked him to bring you tonight, he reluctantly agreed.

Before he could think further into it, the band finished setting up, announcing they were starting. The music began playing and everyone around followed; singing and dancing with each other.

Hobie smiled down on you, taking your hand and twirling you in a circle gently to the music. His friend wasn’t in a heavy punk band, but rather a more mellow rock type. Hobie thought it was perfect to take you to for your first time.

A laugh escapes your lips as you spin into him, his arms encircling your waist. “Doin’ alright, sweetheart?” He whispers in your ear, loud enough so you can hear.

You nod as the two of you dance to the music together, smiles etched on your faces. You both were enjoying yourself, song after song, listening to the talented band.

At least, you were.

As the night went on, more people continued to shuffle in the pub. There was less room, and honestly you wouldn’t have noticed. But then a guy roughly shoved into you, causing you to trip right into Hobie.

He immediately sent a glare the guy’s way. “Aye, the hell’s wrong with ya?”

The man, clearly to have been drinking, responded with something about you being fine, but you couldn’t hear. You were suddenly becoming very aware of the amount of people, and how many were close to you.

Your eyes widen as you feel that all familiar feeling of the air leaving your lungs. You gasp, turning yourself to be able to reach Hobie’s hand, tugging at his fingers.

Hobie’s mind wants to immediately talk down whoever had the audacity to touch you like that. But his anger dissipated when he felt your hands tugging on his fingers and rings.

He requested that the two of you have some kind of non-verbal signal that your nerves were rising. Something he can use to easily identify the panic. And you both settled for tugging his hand, pulling in a one-two motion so he knows.

He knows you’re about to have a panic attack.

His hand immediately moves to shove the guy out of the way, tightening his hold around your waist. He quickly ushers you through the people to try and get to the door. It’s not practical, but he can’t get out otherwise.

The more people that touch you the more you spiral. It’s disgusting you. The way they all just slam into you makes you wanna scratch your arms till there’s nothing left. Just to get rid of their lingering touch you feel.

Finally Hobie makes it to the door, shoving it open and you out. You’re hyperventilating at this point, breathing erratic as you grasp onto Hobie’s vest with your free hand in tears.

Hobie leads you to the back alley behind the venue. “Shh, I know I know.. give me a second, please darlin’.”

Glancing around, he ensures the coast is clear before shooting up towards the roof of the next building, taking you both up there. He knew it was quieter than the back alley, perfect to try and help you best he can.

“Alright alright..” He whispers, keeping his tone quiet. “‘m ‘ere with ya, okay?”

Hobie’s words were there, but not quite there. You were off in your own world of panic, breathing heavy with jumbled thoughts. You instinctively fall to sit on the rooftop, hands harshly rubbing your arms to try and get the disgusting feeling away.

“No no.. aye..” Hobie speaks, taking a seat next to you and gently placing his hands on yours. “Can’t do that.. gonna hurt ‘urself ‘f ya do..” He pries them away from your arms to hold them.

You shake your head, more tears coming to your eyes. God you hated this. More importantly you hated how weak you were. Couldn’t go a single night without freaking out.

Hobie uses his hold to pull you forward, right into his lap. “Shh, ma’ch m’ breathin’.. ‘u’re safe, yeah? Safe up ‘ere.” He assures continuously.

“Aye, ‘member our game?” He whispers, hugging you close.

You’re too far out of it to form actually words right now, so you nod. Of course you remember. Accordingly he used it on anyone he helps, if they truly need it.

“Alrigh’ good.. I need ya t’ play with me.. name five things ya see, ‘kay?”

Your vision was oh so blurry, you couldn’t see anything. This made you panic more. You shook your head, sobbing into Hobie’s vest as you cried out.

He mentally slaps himself. “righ’, ‘m sorry.. ‘ow ‘bout we try..” He thinks for a minute, trying to figure out a way to ground you. “Give me.. five colours you see, ‘mm? Can ya do that, darlin’?”

Now that was more achievable. Blinking rapidly, you peek out from your closed eyes, forcing words to come out.

“Black..” You start, latching onto the colour of Hobie’s vest-jacket first. “Uhm.. B-blue? Wait no.. I..”

You feel yourself start to slip but Hobie is quick to catch you with his voice. “Stay wit’ me, mmkay..?” He whispers, hands moving to gently rub on your arms. “Three more, please sweethear’. ‘ur doin’ amazin’.”

Soon enough, you manage to get out three more colours, Hobie praising your efforts like there was no tomorrow. He moved on to the other senses; four things to hear, three things to feel, two things to smell, and finally one to taste.

The longer this went on, the better you felt. You managed to match Hobie’s breathing pattern before going back to your own. The blur in your eyes faded and you could start making out the thoughts going through your head.

“I’m so-”

“No.”

You glance up in confusion, yet sighing after. “Darling, please.. I-”

“Said no.” He responds, looking down at you with a gentle expression. “Never ‘pologize for ‘ur feelin’s. ‘m serious.”

This was the routine after each one; attempted apologies and stops, lots of quiet time, then eventually sleep. And you were both okay with that. After such an overwhelming situation it was exactly what you needed.

“We can go back in.. or you can and I can go home.” You compromise, looking down on the venue. “You shouldn’t miss out because of my stupid-”

Hobie shakes his head, again cutting you off. “‘s not stupid. And no. We’ll head out toge’er.” He assures you, standing and offering a hand to help you up.

You stare up at him for a minute before smiling. You take his hand and wrap yourself in a hug. He smiles and ruffles your hair before shooting a web, swinging back to your shared apartment. His eyes stay trained on where he swings, yet every now and then he takes peeks down to check on you.

Once you managed to make it back home, Hobie was insanely attentive to you. He told you to go shower (because everyone knows pubs and panic attacks don’t exactly leave you the cleanest). While you did that, he fixed up the room to suite your needs. He darkened it, grabbing comfortable blankets, cleaning it up, anything you need.

After you shower and settle down, he’s got you entrapped in his arms in bed, letting you lie to where your head can lie comfortably in his chest. Though the night didn’t go as he planned, he wouldn’t trade spending the end like this for anything else.

A selfish part of Hobie wishes that this part of you was non-existent. That the two of you could enjoy being out together without this ball of anxiety prodding at you. But Hobie knew that he had to help you through this. That this was hurting you more than him.

“Thank you, Hobes..” You whisper, planting a soft kiss to his jaw.

Yeah, thank-yous and kisses like that from you are his motivation to always protect you, even from yourself.

[devils-little-sista]

Talking about Solangelo, I just think Nico never needed to be in a relationship in the first place. I mean he was 13 when he met Will? I don't know about anyone else but when I was 13 I was only interested in doing well in my schooling and Yu-Gi-Oh. 😂

He was 14 when he met Will but yeah that’s not much of a difference from 13. (And wills the same age as him but still)

I think if it was written better it could have been alright to have Nico in a relationship with someone. I’m not talking like Percabeth level of devotion (at least not until they’re older) but ya know. Something kinda like Frazel where they’re both young and have crushes on each other so they call each other boyfriends and they’re best friends as well. Something more like courting instead of dating since Nico is so young and kinda old fashioned. And even that could only work if we see the development of that relationship.

That being said we didn’t need Nico to be in a relationship either. He probably needed some time to himself after blood of Olympus. this kid went through the wringer like 5 times over. I totally see where you’re coming from not wanting Nico to be in a relationship. He had a lot going on after blood of Olympus and he needed a break from everything he needed to rest.

I doubt he would be upbeat enough at that time to be flirting with a guy who was his doctor wich he has to share his medical info with. Especially when that doctor seemed to violate so many of his boundaries and gaslight him all the time and is in general being really pushy and bossy to him cause Nico is a character who always defied authority and did his own thing regardless of what people thought or said about him. I don’t even understand how Nico could have had a crush on a character like Will to begin with much less start dating him. And it’s the same way the other way around I don’t see how Will could have a crush on Nico with the way he was acting out (as he had every right to do but still. Will is a stickler for rules and Nico just breaks all of them). I really do not see how Solangelo is compatible at all. Not compatible romantically or platonically.

(Even tho I don’t like Solangelo I’m not really an anti for it. If you ship Solangelo that’s fine you do you keep shipping it. I’m not trying to stop anyone from shipping it. I couldn’t care less. But since I know Solangelo fans probably don’t want to see criticism of this ship so I’ll put it in the anti tags)

[kamiko1234]

Alright just got to chapter ten of The Lightning Thief and I have more thoughts.

So, first off : I stay firmly rooted in my opinion that Luke is great. I love him, I bet his hugs are great. He and Percy have a cool brotherly sort of friendship going on. Ngl ? Percy and Luke found family sounds GREAT to me. God knows that poor boy (Percy) could use someone like him (Luke) to look after him. (Sadly with Percy going off with Annabeth and Grover now it seems we'll see less of him, which is a crime imo. Give me my wholesome older bro character. Hope dies last tho, so I'll just hope I can get more of him over the course of the book and the rest of the series !) But also, the hint with his quest ? Naw that backstory is going to be SAD, my poor baby. I will cry over him. I may have only known him for a few chapters but damn, he's my favorite. Offical favorite. Like he deserves for radiating the biggest Teedy bear, Big Bro, Green Flag vibes in the entier series besides our beloved MC Percy. Second off, uh- the gods are sort of dicks ? Like, you are telling me that Poseidon was just A-okay with abandoning Percy for all his life and ONLY claimed him bc he needed him ???? Not cool ! But also, the implications of this ???? And the fact that apparently Percy is being send out on a quest at- what ? 12 ? 13 ? That is NOT safe, and the gods are apparently fine with it too ?????? Not to MENTION what happened with that Thalia girl !? Honestly, the fact that Zeus broke that sacred oath first did not surprise me, but also Hades wtf ?????? That's an innocent kid ! She isn't at fault here you idiot. That entier sittuation is some A+ child neglect and endangerment aswell as what I gotta assume attempted murder, someone call CPS on those guys or I will do it myself. What a bunch of a-holes. On a third note, so the prophecy said that Percy would be betrayed by a friend. Which means I gotta scrap my previous suspicions of Clarisse or any Ares kid, they and Percy are NOT friends. My next best guess would be Annabeth. She's the next best friend of Percy, and she's on the quest with him which would give us good opportunities. She DID seem weirdly enthusiastic to go on a live threatening quest.

Not to mention that Annabeth is a child of Athena, and it was stated that she (Athena) has a rivalry with Poseidon going on. Maybe Athena's in on the plot to steal the Master Bolt and frame Poseidon due to a grudge from that, and Annabeth as her kid acts on her behalf.

But also, she's like- the only one I can reasonably imagine doing it. Besides here Percy has like, two other friends. Grover and Luke. Grover is the ultimate dork, but also has more than enough motives to specifically STAY loyal. Besides the obvious thing of getting his license, he's been Percy's oldest friend at that point. he cares for him. As for Luke, I just don't think he's the type to do that, yk ? As far as I've seen the guy is nothing but caring, he teached Percy and welcomed him ! Even going out of his way to train him when the other campers were avoiding him after he'd been claimed. Why would Luke do that if he'd just betray him at the end ? He's seemingly being written out of the book for now too, when should he get the chance to betray Percy ? (He did have that one weird line about looking evil that one time which confused me a bit ???? Ngl imma just assume he has a cool badass side, like the cool badass dude he is. Did I say that I really like Luke already ?) My fourth point : the line in the prophecy saying Percy'll fail to save what's most important will be him failing to save his Mom from the underworld. Hades' is built up to be the big bad, and he rules the underworld where Percy's mom is currently in. He cares a whole lot about her and Percy did think about saving her already. And last but not least, I think Annabeth betraying Percy will lead to him not being able to save his Mom. I'd imagine it'd go like this : Percy, Annabeth and Grover go to the underworld to get the Master Bolt from Hades (which I assume is the big bad) and to save Percy's mom. They manage to get the Master Bolt, and are about to save Percy's mom when Annabeth reveals herself and betrays them. Causing Percy and Grover to be unable to get Sally. And that was all ! PS: OMG OK I JUST STARTED WITH CHAPTER 10 AND I NEEDED TO GET THIS OUT WITHOUT WAITING FOR THE NEXT POST. I FUCKING LOVE LUKE, buddy sprinted up there so say goodbey AND he handed Percy those sneakers ?

Naw I'm convinced of my theory now. No WAY Luke could ever be a bad guy ! Why go through all that trouble just to betray Percy in the end ? But also, found family sense are going strong in me rn. Greenest Flag if I have ever seen one. BUT ALSO HE GIVES HEADPATS ? AKJFHQILUWEZBDIL I do still think he has some issues going on tho, poor lad. I hope he get's therapy and a good hug. he deserves it.

[thecameronchronicles]

Trophy

TW: cheating. Smut. Public sex. Language. 

Kook!Reader x JJ

SUMMARY: your forbidden relationship with JJ continues until an ultimatum is given…

WORD COUNT: 2000

REQUESTED

but I was thinking yn is a kook and jj and his girlfriends bsf but jj and yn don't resist each other and so then at a party jj is dared to show my eyes only and its pictures of her body but not her face yn storms off but then texts jj to come fuck her by the pool and jj was talking ab during sex how he only wants her and how he hopes someone walks out and yns bf and his gf see

but all the pictures were hickies he left on her and one he has his thumb in her mouth with the rest covered other than her mouth

ANONYMOUS ASKED

JJ x Kook!reader where she cheats on her boyfriend w him and he steals her panties and hangs them on his motorcycle and everyone on the island wonders who those are from and reader bf is like you have a pair like those and she blushes like crazy  

*SAW THE POTENTIAL TO PUT THESE TOGETHER, HOPE YOU ENJOY!*

Trophy

You loved Christmas until this year. The year your best friend began dating your longtime crush, JJ Maybank. Even if it had been against the social acceptance of a Kook and a pogue to be anything but rivals, it had become more accepted with John B and Sarah's relationship this past summer. But as you watched his arm drape around her to show pride of that silent ownership, his eyes quickly flashed to you. All because she may have the title you wished to, but you were the one who held his attention. 

"Truth or dare?" Topper asked with his hand on your leg as you watched JJ clench his jaw to the interaction. But with his own affections public to your friend, you chose to treat this as a game of chicken of sorts. 

"Truth." The crowd groaned at your response. 

"Fine then. Dare."

"I dare you to show me your last text." Topper teased as your cheeks flushed red. Your last text was a sexy tease that was not directed for your boyfriend. Instead, it had been to JJ. Your best friend's boyfriend and your boyfriend's former nemesis. 

"A text? I thought Kook parties were supposed to be fun." JJ spoke as a way of defending you both as you offered a look of approval as your friend sunk further into him. As your eyes fluttered away, he rose to his feet. 

"Goodie-two-shoes never make this game any fun anyway..." He whined. "How about me, Top?" He challenged. "If you ask pretty please, that is."

"Alright...show us YOUR phone, Maybank. That little folder every guy has to keep from a curious girlfriend."

"Easy." Your jaw clenched as he slipped his phone from his back pocket and broadcast the photos to view. Ones you recognized immediately as you had been the ones to send them. Familiar lingerie Topper apparently remained ignorant to connect to you, had made you flush bright red with embarrassment. 

"I'd never wear that!" Your best friend challenged as you couldn't fight your smile. 

"It was a girl before you-" He tried to write you off as if you were the past, although you were very much the present. So present that he wore the evidence of your latest interaction as scratches on his arm just as you had with the bruising on your clavicle. You'd both laughed it off as having been your natural accident prone personalities to hide the lack of monogamy. 

When your friend left out of anger, JJ continued on in talking of you. 

"Let me tell you, this girl was...whew-"

"Only a Kook girl could afford something like that..." Topper began to place the pieces together as you excused yourself rather abruptly, just hoping it wouldn't be enough to be suspicious. But this was only after he had spoken of you as if you were someone else. He described the way your body felt in his hands and as you were tightly wrapped around him at any willing location with your eager participation. Not a section of Figure Eight untouched by some secret rendezvous as the memory became too much to bear without needing to shift. Every word, every memory pooled between your thighs. 

And then THOSE pictures came to your gaze. The reason you had to leave before someone recognized the very same powder pink strap peeking from beneath your shirt now. A photograph of only your torso in shot, his thumb within your mouth, and the clear anatomy of his body spotted behind you. A thin line of sweat was present on his skin as he had been midway through those initial thrusts and to the rise of an orgasm only he could grant. But it was evident now. Just as it had been in a following snapshot of your skin adorned with hickies. The ones you spent nearly a whole bottle of your expensive concealer and half of your foundation to cover up since you'd begun this affair.

"Pool. Ten minutes." You texted as he pulled his phone back to view, eyes lifting to you in mischief as you and your way outside. 

Late December meant you were safe to convene here as no Kook would be inconvenienced enough to venture to find you. Not even Topper. But as JJ made his way outside, he only found you with your arms crossed at your chest. 

"And when I thought this was a booty call-"

"What were you thinking?! You weren't supposed to show anybody those! What if Topper recognized my bra or-" His sun-kissed features darkened. 

"Wait a minute, sweetheart. I thought I made it clear that I'm the only one that gets to touch you..." 

"What about her?"

"Doesn't matter-" You scoffed. 

"She seems to think so. Magnetized to your arm like that...like she owns you..."

"No different than his hands on you."

"I don't let them behind closed doors..." 

"I know." He confessed as you now looked to him in confusion. 

"Because if you were fucking him. Hell, if you just gave him a goddamn hand job he would be beaming. I know your work." You wanted to loathe his words as they seemed as forbidden as they were dirty. Yet, they were also a source of your forbidden need for him. 

"JJ-"

"In fact..." He pulled you just beside the doors of the rest exit, the French exit covered by only sheer curtains that barely concealed you from any given angle from within the party. Luckily, everyone seemed to be affected by the spiked Eggnog to notice either of your absences. 

"I was thinking you could give me my gift now..." Your eyes narrowed. 

"Your gift?"

"Christmas is less than a week away and I thought you'd be considerate enough to get your booty call something special." Before you could respond he shrugged. "I could always just unwrap you-" 

"Anyone could see us..."

"Never stopped you before..." He teased a kiss as you looked to the direction of the party. "if you're so worried about being seen...you could always just be quiet..." He chuckled. 

"Who am I kiddin', I know how much you love to scream my name...Maybe if I go slow?" The skirt of your dress was lifted just enough to reveal his favorite pair of your panties at his fingertips. 

"Jesus fucking Christ..."

"Please."

"If you really want me to stop, I will. But I didn't have blue balls on my Christmas list." He joked as you blushed. 

"You DO have a girlfriend." You dropped your head at your own comment. 

"But what if I want you?" Your eyes widened to him before he turned you towards the wall. He lifted your skirt with one hand, grinding himself against you one single time, before turning your jaw to face him. 

"I want you and only you. So much that I can't wait. You'll just have to forgive me-" Suddenly you were taken against the wall, chest to chest, as your leg was escorted to his hip. Your panties were left at your ankles, as he lifted you around him. 

"Fuck-" He breathed deeply. The familiar way you savored him between your thighs having been both his ethereal rest and sordid inferno. 

"JJ..." You whimpered, craving more. A kiss. A trace. Even one of those infamous one liners. Anything that could make you feel closer to him. But all he would grant would be deep thrusts. You were taken down to his base, his cock set inside you completely. The pain of the stone wall at your back and the bite of the winter air did nothing to interrupt the heat building between you. 

"Faster-" 

"No. I had to watch him touch you all night. So you're gonna know what it did to me. You're gonna feel how badly I need you." You were set back down to your feet and turned back to the wall. A gentle guide of his fingers pulled you back to his hips as he began to push back into you. Only the sound of his name called by your friend slowed him. He never stilled, but altered his motions just enough to hear exactly the steps she made throughout the perimeter of Topper's house. 

"I want them to know. I don't give a shit anymore." 

"What!?" You curved to try and face him, but in doing so he would only kiss you.  

"I hope Topper hears you and Scarlett sees me." He proved this by the way he was shameless against you. The way he didn't care to hide his grunts behind the clenched teeth he usually bared in your interactions. Even the sound of skin-to-skin would be celebrated in place of being hidden.

"I need to feel you. Every day. You." He groaned. A hand at your breasts would keep you silent in any attempt to remind him of what was at stake. But the longer he touched you and remained between your trembling thighs, his point began to sway you. 

"Tell me this is just sex and I'll let you come like I do everytime. But it will be the last time. Because I can't see you with him."

"I can't see you with her." You validated as his fingers interlaced with yours. 

"Tell me why. Tell me." He begged into your shoulder, teeth grazing the skin he chilled in contrast to the cold. Where you should have shivered for the weather, you had done so for him. Just as you'd always done. 

"Because I've wanted this since I can remember. Because I can't stay away from you. And I don't want to..." He craned himself to your mouth as he captured it in place against his. Stillness remained before a thorough kiss would allow you to feel the shift of his breathing. Inhaled and exhaled of a closing orgasm rushing through his body and shared by your own. Fingers tightening until his knuckles turned white before you called out to him. 

"This is the last time you'll come without being mine." He explained before spinning you to face him. 

"I'll do it tonight. Meet me at the chateau in an hour."

"Not yet." His eyes narrowed. 

"You wanna fuck 'em one more time..." He clenched his jaw as you rejected the idea with a clear expression of distaste for his remake. A passionate kiss, having begun sweetly, redirected his focus to you. 

"I only want you, JJ. I swear. But I don't want to do this on Christmas. He's already been through so much with Sarah...I want to let him down easy..." He took hold of your jaw. 

"That's fine. You let him down easy and I'll do the same for her. But you'll get it hard. For making me wait." He smirked before kissing you farewell and moving to his motorcycle. 

The rage of his bike sent everyone to witness his departure as he looked in your direction one final time before leaving. The sight of a familiar pair of panties you'd suddenly realized you had been without, having hung off of his handlebar. 

"Those look like yours..." Topper spoke aloud as a joke before him and Scarlett both looked at you with disbelief to your blush. 

So much for waiting until after Christmas...

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[kyojurismo]

req : “Hey can you do all of the upper moons or at least some + muzan who have a s/o has a binge eating disorder and is really insecure about it? The only reason I request this is because I have a binge eating disorder. Take all the time you need if you don't want to do it or you don't feel comfortable doing this then ignore this request. Make sure you drink sleep and eat” by @baby-kokushibo-wants-attention

# upper ranks 1, 2 and 3 & muzan kibutsuji

tags : gn!reader, binge eating disorder, fluff, maybe a bit of angst for some of them bc insecurities, lemme know if i missed something alright

a/n : hello !!!!! i’m sorry it took so long, i’m trying my best to catch up to all the reqs i have, i feel super bad about it… i hope you enjoy this even if it’s quite short lol <3 + i’m sorry if i didn’t included hantengu, gyokko, daki & gyu but i didn’t feel like writing for them today..

MUZAN KIBUTSUJI

muzan would notice this habit of yours

he didn’t judge you

well, he would question if you were eating most of the time because maybe lunches & dinners weren’t feeding enough to feed you (?)

when he learned it wasn’t the reason he wasn’t looking at you with disgust or sum, as you thought he would do

on the contrary, he told you that if that makes you feel better or helps you in whatever way it was fine

would probably recommend you mostly healthy snacks tho

KOKUSHIBO

bestie knew what was going on since the beginning

but didn’t pushed you to tell him if you weren’t comfortable enough

but he tried to make you understand that it was okay, there was nothing to be ashamed of

he was here to help

“i know they’re good but try pick healthy food most of the time, so it doesn’t affect your physique or health.”

he would be the one who takes you special snacks whenever he comes back from missions assigned by muzan

“thought you would like these special candies,” six eyes staring at you with a serious expression but he’s smiling on the inside, i assure you

DOUMA

completely unaware

didn’t noticed, i’m serious

that’s why you didn’t mentioned it, you were actually grateful because it made you super insecure

but when douma finally noticed he would ask you if his servants were feeding you enough

you nodded and explained yourself because you didn’t wanted innocent people to die because of that ):

“oh sweet petal, we can binge eating together then,” he smirked and chuckled

rip fellow humans

jokes aside, he wouldn’t judge you

actually, he thought it was interesting and secretly observed you eating with …amazement?

AKAZA

“are you alright? is there a reason for you to feel hungry all the time?”

his tone is not judgemental or disgusted by your habits

he just wanted to make sure you were doing okay

you explained yourself and he nodded

like a child learning something new, you know?

would provide you with healthy snacks too

and sometimes enjoyed feeding you himself

that way he made sure you know that he’s alright with it

reblogs & comments are super appreciated! thank you for taking your time reading it, i hope you enjoyed it. have a good day / night <3

[captain-mj]

Can you do a GravesPrice wedding???? (Also I want the shadows to try to getGraves into a dress and they succeed! You don’t have too tho. You can have Graves in a tux.)

I compromised with a white tux and a bridal veil, I hope that's alright? I projected a little bit of my struggles with femininity onto Graves

I'm writing a longer PriceGraves thing right now that I hope you guys enjoy

Graves sighed as Jason, Mila and Oz sat with him. "I don't like this. I don't like this at all. I appreciate you guys trying to make feel pretty on my special day and all, but I uh... I don't think I want to wear a dress."

Oz gasped. "But you look so nice!" And he did. Graves really did think he looked pretty. But it wasn't him. The dress was tight around his waist and looser around the shoulders. It did look lovely.

Mila nodded. "Yeah, but it's his special day. What do you think would fit you best, Boss?"

Graves frowned and actually thought about it. He never really thought he'd get a day like this. When he was a kid, he was told weddings were for women. Then, once it became more accepted for men to care about it, he had started to realize he was gay which definitely meant he could never have this. His family would've never tolerated it.

Now, he had a new family. Family that liked him. That didn't mind.

Still, he struggled sometimes. He sometimes wished he could approach being gay the way his younger friends did. That he could take eyeliner and put it on and makeup.

But that stuff didn't spark the same feelings in him that it did them. It was not freeing. It just...sparked nothing.

Graves put the white suit on and felt... Well. It was better. The pants were so much more comfortable at least. He didn't like having his bare legs out. But it still didn't feel quite right. Definitely closer though.

Jason got the idea for the veil and once Graves put it over his face, he was pretty sure this was the closest he'd get to what brides felt on their wedding day. It was a nice mix of femininity and masculinity that just felt nice. Good even.

Graves found he liked a lot of things about wedding planning. The flowers. The tasting a bunch of cakes. Price looking at him fondly every chance he got. It made him forget about the returned invitations from his family.

Price was a saint. Always was. Better than he deserved anyway.

So the day came. Price and Graves went back and forth about who should walk down the aisle and they eventually settled on Graves because Price didn't want to risk his knee giving him problems and they had to rush to adjust for him. It didn't happen often, but his knee could have him almost bedridden on bad days and Graves had agreed with him at the time.

But all the attention would be on him.

It hit him hard as he walked down the stupid aisle.

The flowers were a mix of buttercups and peonies. The florist had tried her best to get him to change his mind and pick flowers that looked better together or at least matched, but Graves had wanted peonies and Price wanted buttercups and neither wanted to tell the other person no.

There were only a handful of people. The 141, Jason, Mila, Oz, Laswell, Farah and Alex. Not too many people.

Graves didn't understand why something ached in his chest. Why the suit felt stifling. The veil a giant arrow pointing towards him for ridicule.

Too feminine, not feminine enough.

Price looked at him and smiled.

Just right.

Graves was... just right. He was fine. Because Price loved him as he was.

Price gently lifted the veil and let it drape across his back.

"Beautiful."

Graves started to cry. Price grabbed Graves's hands and kissed them, while the priest spoke. He had insisted that there be a priest even though Price didn't care. But Graves wanted there to be, so they made it happen.

Price almost kissed him before the "I do"s.

"John Michael Price. Do you take him to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do."

"Phillip Thomas Graves. Do you take him to be your lawfully wedding husband?"

Graves had so many emotions. They almost choked him up until he couldn't say it, but he took a deep breath. "I do."

"You may now salute the groom."

They kissed. Soft and sweet. His arm went around Graves, holding him carefully. Graves went on his tippy toes to keep the kiss going, not for the first time hating the height gap.

A few of their friends clapped excitedly or whistled. Price pulled him away and smiled at him.

"Now, lets eat that cake, yeah, my love?"

Graves nodded and they held hands, cutting the cake. It was a vanilla bean flavor with a chocolate layer on top. They took their pieces and left everyone else to eat it. Graves remembered seeing videos of couples and offered a bite to Price on a fork. He made eye contact with him as he took his bite for mimicking him.

"You really do look beautiful. Even teary eyed. What happened?"

"I'm just really happy I got this day. With you."

[penofpenguin]

Ace, Deuce, Sebek, and Riddle (separate pls) with a f!Reader that keeps getting shy and flustered around them because of her crush on them?

Have a wonderful day!! <3333

Hehe ofc ofc!!

I suck ass at writing Sebek tho cuz...like....idk so i hope it's to your expectations :')

Hope you like it anon!!

Content Warnings: None

Their s/o keeps getting shy and flustered around them.

Riddle x F!Reader, Ace x F!Reader, Deuce x F!Reader, Sebek x F!Reader

Same.

Ok he's not as shy as you but he gets really....like REALLY flustered. He covers it up by pretending to be annoyed or mad.

He might be a bit oblivious at first.

Say he's walking in the hallways and he bumps into you by accident.

"Ah I'm very sorry Y/N....are you alright?" He looks at you, flushed.

You just tried to avoid his gaze and looked away, fidgety.

"Y-yeah!! Totally! Are you though?"

He thought the way you spoke was absolutely adorable. Great now he's shy too.

"Yes! I am fine."

Both of you scurried away.

He's kinda giddy the whole day. So are you :D

Seeing how sweetly you treat him...who knows, maybe he may invite you to a tea party of some sort :)

Finds it cute. Teases you.

Ace is internally a HUGE simp for you....but hey....s-shut up....he's badass(words by ace himself XD)

He does not shut up if you're flustered though.

How did he find out about your behaviour? One faithful day, he grabbed your wrist to pull you back from bumping into some buff students.

And you just •\\\\\\•

Ace is observant af. He noticed you shaken.

"Hey...uh...earth to y/n??"

"Ah, yeah, s-sorry- You grabbed my hand out of nowhere."

His grin stretched.

"I was expecting a 'thanks man' or 'ah thx' but I guess this reaction is better~"

He looked good in that smirk. You wanna hide away. Now he suspects you like him.

That's alright though. He likes you back. Maybe one day he'll drop his stubbornness and you'll be confident enough to confess.

Oh you're just like him.

You two are flustered messes around each other that Ace has to do all the talking.

If you two do end up alone....my god it's gonna be so awkward...but so fluffy 😭

You're both walking with Ace and everything's going well...until Ace runs off to see some of his friends.

It's so....like.....SO quiet.

"S-So....you needed help in Magic History right?" You asked.

He makes eye contact with you then looks away, blushing.

"Y-yes...If you d-don't mind..."

Bonus points if his hand accidentally meets yours during the awkward walk.

Ace comes back to see you both crimson.

"Did y'all kiss while I was away or...?"

Yeah...idk if Ace survived the punch Deuce might've thrown at him after he said that.

He's confused.

Why do you act so fidgety?

He's on a speech about Malleus, and you're just twirling your hair, shaking your legs a bit, what not.

"ARE YOU LISTENING!?"

"YES!!"

"Why are you moving so much? Are you not comfortable with the fact that I have a few of Young Master's hair under my pillowcase?"

"I'm sorry what?? And no! Not at all!!"

He goes to Lilia and Malleus for help on why you're acting like this.

Truth is....he thinks you don't like him and that you're uncomfortable around him. It makes him sad :(

Lilia tells him that you may have a crush on him and he's in utmost denial. Now everytime you walk by, he's also a bit flustered.

I'm sure Sebek is in huge denial of everything...but hey... that's Sebek for you :)

Hope you enjoyed!!

Sorry it wasn't the best of my pieces...I don't really know how to write a really shy reader 😭

Have a nice day💖

-Madeline 🐧

[bluginkgo]

Welcome to yet another Ginkgo rants installment. I am your host, and today's sh*t I'd like to touch on is the many different errors, X's and symbols that are seen throughout the show.

Spoilers, duh

This is actually just me shamelessly talking about something, someone smarter has already talked about. I've mentioned LoreDrone from YouTube before, and one of the best theories they've got is regarding all of the random symbols we see throughout the show. I'll quickly summarize the idea here tho.

The first question that would have to be answered is what does Error: 606 really mean? I'm not techy or sciency enough to give you a solid answer, but there is this idea.

Drones are programmed with OS strings, directly stated by Absolute Solver and mentioned throughout the rest of the show. LoreDrone used N as an example:

So, say someone or something (like Absolute Solver) wishes to upgrade N into a disassembly drone. One of the core strings must be removed in order to incorporate the Absolute Solver string. It is during this period of time that when the core string is missing, the worker drones have the Error: 606 message. The only time 606 number has been mentioned would be when the tape played at the beginning of episode 5, Home.

Alright, let's say the gang has been upgraded into disassembly drones. Error: 606 message disappears and they begin their new mission. Next question would be what do the X visors mean then? Once again, from the tape seen in Episode 5:

X means there is a faulty OS string and something isn't lining up in the AI core programming. But how can that be? All of our disassembly gang work just fine. The X only shows up when they're going on a murder spree.

Exactly! When the gang is on a murder spree, their functions are heightened, using all of their weapons and abilities that were given by the Absolute Solver. It is during this time that the Absolute Solver core string becomes agitated and is more likely to take over and corrupt the trio. In order to combat this, they have a CYN administration blocking the Absolute Solver string from fully corrupting them. So, for every time that the Absolute Solver string attempts to corrupt the disassembly drone, CYN administration kicks in and stops it. Looking more like this:

The admin program switches the OS string of the Absolute Solver to false and causes the X on the visor.

Diving in deeper LoreDrone dissected the entire hacking process that Uzi did in the same manner. She entered V's and N's memories in order to restore them. But the issue was that Doll showed up in the middle of all this, while Uzi was trying to update and reprogram the administration, causing this:

With the admin program string missing, Error: 606 pops on their visors. This is quickly followed by the Absolute Solver symbol.

As it sees the perfect moment to take possession of the disassembly drones. Thankfully, Uzi gives up the bug key and finishes writing the new admin program.

Returning N and V to their usual self.

Now, if you're crazy enough to make it through all of this. GO WATCH THE VIDEO NOW ^_^

They explain it way better than me, and their "chats" with N are so hilarious. Then come back and yell at me about your own thoughts. Cause I have not seen any other solid theory that explains all the errors and X's in the show.

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕋𝕨𝕠 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕤 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: Hi bee^^, I see your requests are open, so I'd like to request Tsukasa x reader where they stargazing together. Also, can you do it in oneshot? (Though I'm fine too with headcanons, but your choice :D)

I hope you have a nice day<3

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hello dear!! Of course! And I don't mind making it a oneshot ^^

I just hope you like this little fic I wrote! And I wish you great day too love <3

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

Your boyfriend always made sure to remember every single date idea you ever threw at him... be it as a joke or not... he will remember it all and take you out on that type of date sooner or later!

So today was finally the night when he took you out to stargaze, like you wanted him to~

Tsukasa made sure to arrive at your door punctually and like a good boyfriend he is, he slowly walked with you towards the location recommended by his sister!

"I can't lie... Saki did me a big favor here. She's way bigger fan of stargazing than me, so I hope you'll like the location!"

"If Saki picked it then I'm sure it's great~"

"Why of course! We ARE talking about my sister after all!"

You just chuckled to yourself at his "proud brother" pose he just threw while continuing to slowly climb up the hill.

The view around you was alone pretty enough to leave you appreciating every flower you see or animal you hear. If you looked up, you could definitely see stars but you kept yourself back from doing it, wanting to l ave the final sight for you and your boyfriend to enjoy alone~

After a little walk and you being lost in your thoughts, you could feel your boyfriend stop following you and clear his throat to make an announcement.

"We are here!!"

Looking up, your eyes fell ok the sight of clear sky and the nature around you... you could feel chill yet pleasant breeze strike you.

"How do you like it?"

Orange eyes boy asked while gently placing blanket down on grass, so you two could lay and relax.

"It's perfect! I can already see we're gonna stay here for a while..."

"That's alright! I was hoping we will."

He sat down on blanket and gently pat spot next to him, inviting you to relax next to him. And of course, you gladly took that invitation, quickly laying down on blanket and looking at the sky.

But... since you were laying down and he was sitting... your eyes wandered between him and the stars with gentle smile. Simply appreciating the moment.

Tho after a while of you switching your gaze, he seemed to finally catch your little act when he looked down to make sure you're doing well.

"Hm? Is there something wrong?"

"Just looking at the star~"

"Oh, which one? I'd love to see which one caught your attention!"

He looked between you and the sky, not catching onto what you really meant yet... but he soon will~ You simply pointes at him with your finger.

"This one, right next to me~"

"Ah- HAHA- WHY OF COURSE-!"

He tried his best to play it off cool, but he was obviously lost by now... you caught him flustered and there's nothing be can do about it~

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