#literally what else do i do? punch myself in the head? i will be yelled at. rock aggressively? hurts my back. flapping? wrists. ow

[358-2-genders]

Curse of both autism and joints problems is rolling putty between your fingers till your thumbs feel like they're on fire in such an excruciating way. Literally my least harmful stim what else am i supposed to do

[cattjull]

PART 1 HERE PART 3 HERE

Summary: Abby doesn't want something serious. You won't let her fuck you and give you nothing in exchange, will you?

CW: Just a little smut under the cut (mdni or just skip the italics part), r! is afab, dacryphilia if you squint, strap use (r! receiving), r! is kind of a manipulator.

Her dick slipped in and out of you relentlessly as you chanted her name, tears falling from your eyes from how good it felt.

"You like this?" She asked in your ear. The knot building in your stomach felt heavy, like a tub of ice cream. Her voice was sweet as caramel. Her panting was the cherry on top.

"Y-yeeahh." You managed to mutter out, your voice high-pitched. "M' gonna..."

"Come on, give it to me, baby." She commanded, and you instantly came. You were incredibly wet that night, so wet that you squirted all over Abby's strap, screaming louder than ever.

After some minutes you spent going to the bathroom, taking a pee, putting on some of Abby's T-shirts with no panties and washing your face, you came back to her bed where she waited for you, in short pajamas. You climbed onto her like a koala, wrapping your arms around her neck and your legs around one of hers. Some minutes passed while she just caressed your hair and you kissed her neck until you pulled back a little to look at her in the eye.

"Abby, will we be something?"

"Listen, I know you want this to be serious." She affirmed cautiously. You hadn't knew her for too long, so trying to guess what would she say next was practically impossible.

One way or another, you were afraid of what she would say next. Maybe she didn't like you? You didn't want her to go after spending a whole month with her and staying at her place at least twice a week.

"Mhm."

"But I don't think I can handle it. I'm too busy with work, and you know that." She excused herself, the guilt in her almost palpable as each word felt like a punch to your gut.

"So you just wanted to use me and throw me away like a broken toy?" Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision as you blinked rapidly.

"No, no, no, baby, listen." She seemed to instantly regret her choice of words and sat up too.

"Listen what? I don't want you to fuck me when you're free." You yelled at her, cracking your voice in purpose at the end of your sentence.

"We can have something casual if you want. But right now I'm really busy to-" The tears kept coming out of your eyes.

"No, I don't want to." Your voice came out of your mouth more high-pitched than usual and, honestly, it sounded like this was the worst day of your life.

"What if I pay you?"

"What?" You weren't sure you heard it well. This was kind of your goal, but you didn't expect her to offer it so easily. Plus, you wanted a rich girlfriend, not to be pampered like a whore.

"I'll pay you. Like a sugar baby. I won't be using you, I'll be giving you something in exchange." You acted like you had just started considering her offer.

"How much are we talking about?" You asked, still not convinced.

"Four thousands a month plus dates and gifts." Fine, this could work.

"You think that's enough for me after literally breaking my heart?" You asked coldly. You didn't feel exactly great using her this way, but you needed the money, didn't you? And, she in fact broke your heart

"Six thousands." You sighed and furrowed your eyebrows, pretending to be mad at her even if you were enchanted with the idea, and laid down next to her with crossed arms, facing the ceiling.

"I have some rules."

"Tell me."

"First, you can't be with someone else or I'll rip my eyes out of my head and kill myself in your front door step."

"Did you need to be that extreme?" She asked with a disbelief smirk.

"It's just so you remember it well." You smiled. "Second, you have to pretend you're my girlfriend in front of everyone. Everyone. And act like my girlfriend."

"I can do that."

"And third, don't treat me like a slut because I'm not one."

"I have the feeling you've done this lots of times before." She said with suspicion.

"Third rule." You reminded her in a warning tone.

"I didn't mean it in that way."

"Sure." You rolled your eyes and turned your back to her. She pulled you close to her, wrapping her big arms around your waist and forcing you to be the little spoon. "Hey!" You giggled.

"You shouldn't stay mad at me. It doesn't suit you."

"Fine, fine." You let yourself smile for once, wiping your tears.

"We'll go shopping tomorrow, okay?"

Taglist: @elliessgfsstuff @giuliaexe66 @playboygirlsnextdoor00 @justhereforthosefics

[cherie-doll]

Hey Cherie!! It’s been so long hehe I hope you’re well 💖

Can I request a How the COD men reacts when their s/o was called a nasty name like ‘stupid cunt’? Once again projecting myself a bit here, I always regret being stunned and not punching that idiot in the face 🙂‍↕️🫠

Hope you stay happy and blithe and healthy ✨✨

May you forever stay cheerful as well, my beloved <3

Speech like this just comes off as extremely repulsive and obscene to me and I feel deeply for anyone who's had to deal with this. I won't go into detail but just know whoever is reading that it deals with this sort of theme and please just scroll or avoid if you want.

𓏴𓏴 Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves

Price

He does not let that fly in this base

Doesn't care if he gets called prude or mocked for not allowing it, he'd rather there be respect

Basic decency is something that is quite literally the bare minimum for soldiers

No way will he let you be dragged around with that filthy speech especially not when you're his s/o

He lets you know he'd gladly deal with it himself but you manage and tell him you'd like to take care of it

Ghost

He's not foreign to vulgar words or foul language but he isn't okay with it when it's used to degrade someone

He's heard it in public before but never has it been directed to you, seriously what was that guy thinking? That he could just say it in passing to you on the street and walk away like it was nothing?

Maybe he hadn't seen your tall masked boyfriend until he stopped and turned, heading to them and the look on their face

Eyes as big as saucers as Simon planned to rearrange their face

Soap

Quick, fiery temper strikes faster than a cobra

He's at their neck in an instant, trapping them in a death grip and staring daggers into them

He doesn't care that people are staring or that he could get the police called because he's shouting threats

And his anger won't subside afterwards, it leaves a stale feeling that has him crossing his arms and serious for the rest of the day

It had gotten him all riled up for the rest of the day that he's on the lookout for anyone else looking to insult you

Gaz

You've almost never seen Kyle get mad

Oh but he was furious, fire raging within him, knowing he was really about to do something when his jaw set hard and he went real silent

He didn't make a commotion, didn't shout or yell, just silently made his way over and took care of the problem

You didn't get to see what he did to the guy because he somehow made sure you didn't, and he wouldn't tell you either when you asked

Instead choosing to distract you with something else

Roach

He's not a fan of foul language and hates hearing it used even more but being around others so much he can't really avoid it

But the sentence that some idiot had the audacity to say to your face shocked him

How could they?

How much hatred could be within them that they're letting such words carelessly slip from their tongue?

He's worried about how you're feeling more than anything so he'll take you away before anything else could happen because he doesn't want you to show it hurt

Alejandro

Marking their grave as we speak

Don't be surprised if you see him already loading a gun

Oh boy, it's gonna be difficult to get him to calm down

He's cursing and throwing profanities much worse to the other person that they're already backing away fearing for their life

It would actually weigh down on him for a while and will get raging mad whenever he remembers

Rudy

Covering your ears immediately and glaring at the person who said that to you

He motions for someone else to take care of them while he asks if you're okay

Probably doesn't matter if you say yes or no, he focuses on not letting you dwell on those words

You're not those things and never will be, such words shouldn't be said to anyone else

And what do they know? He's shaking his head and sighing, doesn't know what to do with the anger

Phillip Graves

Yeah he allows cursing, hell he curses up a storm himself but this??

This is just unacceptable

This is the lowest form of using language incorrectly, the use of such words is as sickening as rotten food, can't imagine how much worse you would feel when it's said to your face

He's made sure to instill manners in his Shadows and he'll even send one home no matter how useful or great their skills are, but not everyone has had that great education and will freely no- carelessly use their speech for worse

Getting ready to drop a bomb on them or plan a quiet murder

[simphornies]

Crazy idea/request can you do one where the Easily in dangeres Reader(Imp! Female) x Vox came back home injured and all of the 3 Vee's who is sitting in the couch react to Reader(Female) saying "I cross the road on my own for once! Yey...! Ouch..." With a lot of bruises on them and even have a cast on here right leg

Reader's Weakness: Doesn't/Can't cross roads alone

A/N: I really want a cookie...

Word count: 800 Warnings: none

Vox x Unlucky!Imp!F!Reader

“Y/N. I really think you should just let someone else grab it for you. You know we have plenty of staff to do our bidding, just say the word and they’ll be back before you know it.” Vox suggested, though it was evident that he insisted. “Or we can get it delivered!” You roll your eyes at him.

“Vox. I can go and get the food just fine by myself!” You insisted, “I’m literally born here and I feel like it’s been forever since I went out!” You crossed your arms. Your tail whipped side to side in irritation.

He sighed in frustration and glanced over to Velvette for help. “Look, darling.” She said, “The last time you went out with an escort they ended up getting so badly injured they couldn’t go to work for 6 months.”

You raised your arms up in defense, “It wasn’t my fault someone was speeding down the street!”

“They got hit by a car and they got their asses beat because you walked into a turf war.”

“...Well they should’ve made it more obvious they were in one.”

“There were explosions and gunshots that you failed to hear.” She groaned. “Look, it’s not like we’re keeping you here trapped. You can get plenty of fresh hell air on the sidewalk. “I want to go on a walk. Stretch my legs somewhere else that isn’t here.” You protested.

“Look! How about I just go with you, babe?” Vox suggested. You perked up and looked at him, beaming with delight.

“Really?” You squealed.

“Yes. But please stay by my side.” He squinted at you knowing that you had a tendency to run off somewhere.

“I promise!”

You did not keep your promise. The two of you weren’t even out for that long and Vox had already lost sight of you somehow in the bakery. The bakery isn't big at all but you were nowhere to be seen. He panicked and ran out to look for you, lo and behold you were making direct eye contact with the pet store across the street.

“Y/N! I told you to stay by my side!” He yelled out. His eyes widened when he realized you were going to cross the street. He zapped over behind you but he couldn’t reach you in time. He turned and there was a car going straight towards you as you, unaware as ever, kept walking.

.

“Y/N what the fuck.” Velvette flatly stated, staring in disbelief at the cast on your leg. You nervously laugh and scratch the back of your head.

“I’m fine!” You lied, “Just a minor injury, nothing big.”

“Babe.” Vox groaned, head in his hands. If he had hair it would be white from the amount of stress you constantly put him in.

“I crossed the road! On my own!” You gave a nervous smile, standing proud and tall with your hands on your hips. Your crutches fell and one of them hit the cast, making you wince. “Ow…Okay maybe I’m not as fine as I can be.” You sat down, “But I crossed the road on my own and survived!”

“You barely survived. If I didn’t fly you to the hospital, your leg would probably be gone by now.” Valentino lets out a puff of smoke, stress smoking at this point.

“Hey! I said I crossed the street and survived. I never said without injuries. I looked both ways this time and I promise you, on my soul, there weren’t any cars coming.” You huffed. “That car literally popped out of nowhere!”

“Y/N if you weren’t covered in bruises looking absolutely pathetic I would have punched you by now.” Velvette glared at you.

The room was silent but their judging eyes and stressed out expressions were loud enough for you to curl up into the best ball of shame you could curl up into. “Maybe I should have gotten it delivered…”

“You think?” Vox groaned, “If you were just some random imp working for me I would have killed you myself. You’re lucky I love you.” He sat next to you and held an ice pack on one of your bigger bruises.

“So…Cookies, anyone?” You awkwardly asked.

“If Vox didn’t care about you so damn much I would’ve killed you myself too.” She turned and headed straight for the door, “I’m going to get a fucking drink. If I find a single strand of white hair on my head, I’m coming straight for you.”

You laughed nervously as she slammed the door behind her and glanced at Valentino.

“Yeah I’m gonna get a fucking drink too.” Valentino lit another cigarette and walked out the door.

You looked at Vox with sad puppy eyes to which he sighs in response. “I’ll take a god damn cookie.”

[lulublack90]

Prompt 20 - Lethal

@jegulus-microfic January 20 Word count 642

I think this one is going to be a few parts. I'll link the parts together so they're easy to find.

“Party? Party? Party?” Marlene asked, pointing at her friends, who were already drinking around the table in their local pub. It did not take much persuading for the others to agree to call everyone they knew and start a party back at James’s.

“Can Reggie come?” Sirius asked. “He doesn’t have many friends, and I don’t think he’s left the house for a week.”

“As long as he doesn’t bring the party down,” Mary replied, sticking her tongue out at Sirius when he stuck his out at her. 

“We need to go get some booze in and food, guys, or else the party will be a bust,” Lily told them all. Downing her drink as she stood up. 

Thirty minutes later, the group was shoving bags of shopping into the back of James’s mum’s old minivan. They had left Sirius sprawled across the back seat with all their phones, texting as many people as he could. 

“Budge up,” Remus said, giving Sirius less than a second to move, before lifting his legs into the air and sliding into the seat. He dropped Sirius's legs ungraciously. Sirius nearly fell on the floor. 

“Hey, rude!” Sirius squawked at Remus, his bottom lip pushing out into a sulky pout. He didn’t have time to complain before Mary shoved him off the other seat so she could sit down. 

“Okay, guys, let’s go!” James cried out jovially before twisting the key in the ignition. The minivan choked to life. He pressed his foot down and he sped away, causing Sirius to actually fall off the backseat and into the footwell. Remus dragged him up by the scruff of his neck and wound his seatbelt around him. 

“Buckle up, dumbass.” He growled. 

“Sorry about that,” James apologised over his shoulder as he pulled out of the car park and onto the main road.

“No worries, mate. Could we swing by mine so I can grab Reggie? I think if I don’t literally drag him there myself, he won’t come.

James hit the curb more forcefully than was probably good for his mother’s poor old van. Sirius jumped out and ran into the grand Georgian house he’d inherited when his parents had died. Two minutes later, he was dragging his brother down the front steps. Regulus was putting up quite a fight. Sirius pulled hard at him, almost yanking his hoodie from his body. Eventually, he bundled his brother into the back of the van and yelled at James to go, go, go! 

Regulus wasn’t happy. He glowered at the car’s worn carpet, not saying a word.

At the next red traffic light, James turned as far as his seatbelt would allow him to and grinned broadly at Regulus. 

“How’s it going, Reg?” He asked. Regulus looked up at him, scowling. 

“That good, huh?” James laughed as he ruffled Regulus’s short curls. Regulus yanked his head away, pulled his hood up and crossed his arms across his chest. 

“James, green light,” Lily said as she jabbed James in the arm, forcing him to pay attention. 

They got to James’s and had to hurry to set everything up. Sirius and Remus sorted out the music, bickering over which songs to put on the playlist. Lily and Mary put food into bowls and onto plates. James set out the bottles of alcohol and mixers on the kitchen counter. While Marlene was doing what Marlene does best and creating a truly lethal punch. James looked at the concoction warily. Deciding, there and then, it would probably be best if he stayed clear of Marlene’s punch. 

Regulus leant against the wall near the French windows, refusing to help with anything. He had his phone out and was endlessly scrolling. James was just about to go over to him and try to chat when the doorbell rang, signalling the arrival of their guests.  

Next part

[rezcowgirl]

Ooo, back into the grieving. Back into the never ending winter eulogy. And a part of me doesn’t want it to end. Don’t want to grow around the grief. Don’t want to forget anything. (But I know I am. To both.)

Won’t forget her DJing while dressed up as Neil Tennant from the Go West music video.

Won't forget her craning her head out of the window of the speeding car to literally yell at trees “Fuck yeah! You’re why we moved here!! Mountains! TREEEEES!”.

Won’t forget when we spent a winter weekend together shivering around Victoria because our prairie blood wasn’t quite adapted to the wet kind of cold yet. We finished our Victoria adventure together by getting burritos at 11pm. My last text to her ever was: “You know that burrito you said I couldn’t possibly finish? Well. I did.”

She responded “You are a champ”.

I used to love winter. December baby. I love the cold and snow. I don’t even mind the lack of sunlight (I probably still love you, winter, but you should be nicer to me).

Now there’s always this creeping grief when the days get shorter and we end November with the usual punch in the face that knocks both Aries and I completely on our asses. And then it’s December and we get to do it all over again.

Our world ended once. A dark solstice morning of “oh my god oh my god” in the most honest way we ever said it because there’s nothing else, there’s nothing else, there’s no other grief words that fit except that kind of cosmic pleading. We were in the car at sunrise sobbing on the phone asking where? where? Was it three bodies? (their dog. Their dog died, too). We were the only ones near enough to reach them. And I can still make myself sick when I think about it, of: “it was quick”, of: “she wouldn’t know”, of: “there was no pain,” of: “you can see him now, he’s awake” and his quiet “she died” and our “we know. We love you. (please. Please don’t die, too)” 

Here we are. Still. With all the leftover love she can never get. 

Once upon a time 7 years ago I lost someone I loved very much. And there were so many weeks that followed sitting behind an intensive care door with a grieving mother and father not convinced their son was going to make it. Her husband did survive. When it was clear he was going to live, we told his elderly parents to go back to the prairies - we got this, go, go. Go grieve her properly. They were so tired. 

We finally wheeled him the fuck out of there. Aries almost hit his healing legs on the elevator door because we were moving so quickly and we laughed too hard about it because you have to take what you can get. I emptied the piss from his commode. I helped set up the GoFundMe for the ramp installation. I didn’t hate this part. I felt useful. Tangible things to grasp onto while we stumbled through it.

I hate this part.

When she died, we didn’t all make it out. Her brother died by suicide after. And I get it. I get it. Losing her almost did me in, too. And I didn’t grow up with her bright big-sister babyface. I can’t imagine.

There’s this photo of him in front of his birthday cake and there’s a memorial photo of J. just behind him on the mantle. And every fucking November I see it, I know it’s coming, I know it’s coming because it’s one of the last photos they have of him alive and it’s his birthday. And what haunts me the most is it is also one of the last photos of J. alive there in the background, too.

I spent some of Monday and some of Tuesday crying. Better than the usual full day ordeals. Attempting any planning of our nuptials and of my friend's 50th birthday without J. still feels fake. Unfair. Depressing. I think I need to up my meds.

Sometimes Aries and I just have to lay on the couches across from one another and watch each other breathe. It’s just a listless, wordless kind of haunting if we let it set in, but on the other end of it, it’s: I’m still here. You’re still here. Let’s live. Let’s work it out.

The reason I kiss my friends now is because of you. The reason I throw ridiculous birthday parties is because of you. The reason I call them all beloved, dearest, babe, is because of you. The reason I write all these love letters is because of you. 

You loved me while I was still holding my cards close to my chest. To be that way at first, slow to warm, guarded, gave me absolutely nothing except wasted time I could have spent being your friend for longer. I won’t make that mistake ever again.

Ah. And this weekend is also the memorial dance party for a different friend, one that I barely got to know because we only met earlier this year. Shit sucks. 

But I’m going to have a good time because it is quite literally the only thing he ever asked of me. And J. was a hooligan, always trying to get me out dancing.

(If I had assless chaps, I’d wear them for you, Santi.)

[monotonous-minutia]

Work rant. May delete later. Don't feel pressured to read.

I'm ticked off.

As some of you probably know by now, at my job we work with kids who can get physically aggressive towards staff. Pretty much everyone who works here has been hit, kicked, pushed, or bitten, sometimes all of the above. People always ask me how can I handle working here and the weird thing is after a while you just get used to it. We get a ton of training and on the job practice so after a bit you just know what to do and work with it motion by motion.

Even so, it can still be scary and overwhelming.

Now my issue is my boss (who I no longer appreciate or trust for a really involved reason) today got scratched by a kid. She was telling him to put his phone away, he didn't want to and started yelling, she went to radio for backup (we all have walkies on us at all times), he reached for her radio to stop her, and accidentally scratched her with his fingernails, which I know were too long because I talked about it to him earlier.

Obviously that's not fun. I'm sorry it happened to her. But he wasn't trying to hurt her and she kind of acted like he was aggressing towards her maliciously and called a code red so like half the building came running to help her. Immediately after she removed herself from the situation, she grabbed her stuff and went home early.

I don't want to engage in trauma Olympics but the reason this irks me is because a few months ago I was alone in a room with a kid who punched me in the head six times, knocked me over, and started kicking and hitting me while I was lying on the ground. I had to radio for help three times before people started showing up and between my calls I heard them talking like "I can be there if no one else can" or "someone switch out with me and this kid" instead of rushing to my aid when I'm getting pounded by a kid half a head taller than me.

When people finally showed up to help I crawled out of her range and ran to my office to sit down and have a full-on nervous breakdown. Several people checked in on me which was nice and my favorite coworker (the one who left) sat with me for a while and talked me through it. But no one told me I could go home. I had group half an hour later and another one after that and then a meeting. No one said they would cover for me and that I could go take care of myself. I had bruises and a headache that lasted two days. (For all I know I had a concussion but I'm never going to the hospital again so who knows.)

Thing is my boss is a little out of touch I think because she's not in group and with the kids on the front lines constantly working with their escalations. And when she is involved she always has a big reaction. Big reactions are fine, we all still have them. But I've been getting in a lot of trouble for being "disregulated" (there was literally an intervention and other things I won't get into but are the reason I no longer trust my boss because of the way she handled it). So it seems really hypocritical of her to have big reactions and leave work early when a kid scratches her but I'm expected to suck it up when a kid beats the crap out of me. I can't cry at work or express frustrations without people using it against me to say I'm doing a terrible job.

I love the work I do in spite of the risks because I want to help these kids. I used to feel like my coworkers are so supportive and understanding. But now I feel like I can't be myself or ask for help. I'm constantly walking on eggshells waiting for someone to point out all the things I'm doing wrong. And the one person I trusted isn't there anymore. So I go every day into this high stress job with no outlet and no ability to admit when I'm overwhelmed. I suck up my tears and smile and say it's just another day and then go home and kick the wall.

I'm currently looking into different jobs and figuring out what my best options are. I hate leaving the kids and this work but it's so unhealthy for me to be there constantly worried that one more mistake is going to be the end of me.

[thatoneguy56fanfic]

Tell us about the punch from Runaway Bride:

“Did your parents have a restaurant-“ Kuvira didn’t seem to notice her, and kept walking until the two of them collided, her sentence ended abruptly. Asami wasn’t sure who was more surprised, her or Kuvira. For a few seconds, they both just stared at each other in silence. Then an overwhelming rush of anger boiled up inside her. Before she knew what she was doing, Asami curled her right hand into a fist and swung. The punch struck Kuvira squarely in the nose. Kuvira stumbled backwards, her hand flying to her face. At the same time, a strong hand grabbed Asami by the shoulder, stopping her from chasing after the other woman.

Asami spun around angrily to see Iroh staring back at her. He shook his head slightly, and Asami reluctantly relaxed.

“Asami, what the fuck?!?!?” Korra shouted. Asami turned back to see Kuvira slumped over, one hand clamped over her nose. Blood flowed between her fingers, dripping down onto her shirt and the floor. Korra was standing between them, her face twisted in confusion and anger. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!?!”

Oh, this is an interesting one. Honestly my main concern about this scene in particular was if it seemed in character or not. I almost didn’t write it, tbh. But I’m glad I did because I personally think this is truly something Asami would do, especially in the situation she’s in during this fic. My other thoughts were more technical, like “would she risk breaking a finger punching Kuvira so hard?” for example. And I had to remind myself where everyone else was standing, because that could affect how they responded.

As for what I think was going through each character’s head, I can give a brief overview:

Kuvira: Didn’t even have time to think. She literally walked into Asami and was immediately hit in the face. It took her a minute to realize what happened.

Lin: Didn��t even see it happen. She was standing directly behind Iroh, so her view of the punch was blocked by both him and Asami. It wasn’t until Korra started yelling that she knew something was up.

Iroh: He’s just confused. He wasn’t at the wedding, so he had no clue that there was any beef between Asami and Kuvira. Up until this point he actually thought that Asami & Korra were still a couple. So this whole situation was a big wake up call for him. But as soon as he saw Asami swing, he just reacted on instinct. In his mind he knew that he had to step in before the situation got anymore out of hand.

Korra: She’s pissed. In her mind, Asami just assaulted her wife unprovoked. She probably would’ve thrown hands if Kuvira hadn’t stopped her tbh. She also can’t help but blame herself, because part of her thinks that if she hadn’t broken Asami’s heart, then Kuvira never would’ve gotten hurt.

Asami: She’s feeling so many emotions at this point that it’s hard for her to process. She’s heartbroken. She’s angry. She’s been publicly humiliated. And then suddenly the one person who’s the source of all her ire bumps into her in the literal doorway of her own home. She didn’t even think, she just let instinct take the wheel. She probably would’ve landed another punch if it wasn’t for Iroh grabbing her.

The wording on this was a little tricky. Because I wanted to be as descriptive as possible, while also keeping the scene short. I wanted it to feel like it happened quickly, because that’s what I was picturing in my head. I also wanted to convey how Asami was overcome by her emotions and wasn’t really thinking clearly in that moment. This was not planned out. If Asami had it her way, she would’ve preferred never seeing Kuvira again instead of having a physical confrontation with her.

So what this moment means in context of the rest of the fic, hopefully without giving any potential spoilers lol. This moment in particular was meant to show the full extent of just how deeply hurt Asami really is. So far she’s put on a mask to fool everyone but the closest people to her, and this moment was her mask coming off. She can’t really hide her true feelings after this. It’s also her lowest point in this fic. It also serves as sort of a wake up call for Korra & Kuvira. Until now they’ve been in the honeymoon phase so to speak, but this moment yanked them back to reality.

Thanks for the ask! I had a lot of fun with this one.

Send me a snippet of one of my fics and I’ll tell you about it.

[mitsuki-komori]

Hi there! 😊 Can I request for some spatial brothers sibling fluff, please? Goodness knows Langris and Finral deserve some softer, kinder moments and positivity—and really the opportunity to just be brothers. I’m always crossing my fingers that they’ll actually get along with each other one day. Here’s to hoping! In the meantime, more content for them would be wonderful! Thank you so much!! 💚💙

I gotchu. Here you go, I apologize if there’s too many muffins.

Delirious Muffins

Finral sighed and walked out of the room. This was going to be a long day… He went down stairs and refilled the bucket with cold water. He went back upstairs and got ready to enter his brother’s room.

Langris was sick. He was sick me had refused to go to bed and rest, nobody else in the Golden Dawn really had the time to take care of him, or they were on a mission. Finral got a surprise call from Letoile, she asked if he could take care of him. Finral was hesitant at first, but this would be a good change to get closer! He accepted and teleported over.

Finral opened the door. He saw Langris in bed giving him an annoyed look. Next to him was an empty glass, some medicine, and a rag. “Hey! What’re you doing here? Go away.” Langris yelled at Finral, although his throat was kind of dry and he slightly slurred.

“Langris, I’ve been here for a few hours, I only left for a few minutes.” Finral explained to Langris as he went to sit by him. All of a sudden Lanrgis started laughing. Finral gave him a look of confusion.

“Ha! Muffin power? What kind of magic is that?” He muttered, it was hard to make it out, but Finral got it loud and clear and started to snicker. He guessed what Langris said, his delirious mind somehow picked up power instead of hour, and muffin instead of minute. Even so it made no sense whatsoever, then again Langris was pretty sick. He’d gotten worse in the past few hours.

“What’re you laughing at? Stupid…” He pouted, Finral just laughed more and he soaked the rag and put it on Langris’ head.

“You know, you’re really fun and nice to talk to when you aren’t in your scary grumpy mood. Well, the other one I guess…” Finral smiled, Langris’ face turned into anger. He started to flail his arms around.

“C’mere and say that to my face!” Finral being the dumb person he was didn’t move and ended up getting punched in the face.

“Ow! Langris! What was that for!?”

“That’ll teach you of shit talking my brother again.” He laughed in victory. Even if this scenario Langris was thinking of were to happen, his actions would definitely be much different, hell he’d probably join the insulting against Finral. Finral sat there for a second and smiled. Langris defending him from someone who was talking bad about him was a nice image. Langris did care about him, he just didn’t know how to show it.

“Man… I wish I had muffin magic…” He heard Langris mumble to himself sadly. He smiled.

Finral knew Langris was sick and very confused, but he’d like to think that this is how Langris actually feels. He looked back down and saw he was asleep.

After a while Finral somehow drifted off and fell asleep, he woke up to the sound of a bottle of pills popping open. Finral opened his eyes.

“Huh? Langris? What are you doing!?” He tried to snatch the bottle, but Langris pushed his hand away.

“Shut up. I told you I don’t need a babysitter. I’m perfectly capable of taking a few pills by myself.” He shot at him with a cold look, figuratively and literally. Finral was glad to see he wasn’t too bad anymore. Langris looked at the empty glass next to his bed. “Go get me some water.” He ordered.

“What!? You just said you were capable of taking care of yourself!”

“Well you're here anyways, so you might as well make yourself useful!” He crossed his arms, Finral sighed and got up to fulfill his brother’s order.

“Here you go.” He gave it to Langris, he swallowed the pills and took a few sips of water. He stared at Finral.

“What are you looking at?” He said.

“You’re looking at me!”

“No, you’re looking at me.” Langris responded with a smirk.

“Whatever…” Finral mumbled, he looked back up. “So Langris, about earlier-“

“Don’t bother, I don’t remember anything. All I remember is you saying you were going to get more cold water. I think you said something about muffins too but I’m not too sure.” Langris explained. Finral nodded with disappointment. After a few moments he laughed. “What?” 

“Nothing.” Finral replied, he could help but get the feeling Langris wanted something to eat, more specifically, a muffin. He looked back up at Langris, also he was doing everything he could to not look at Finral, he seemed embarrassed which is something he wasn’t used to. “Are you sure you don’t remember?”

“Yes.”

That was a lie, Langris remembered everything, he also regretted everything. Langris has always had this way of remembering everything he did when he was drunk or delirious or something. People thought it was creepy and made sure to not do anything stupid just because he wasn’t himself. He decided to start pretending he actually forgot, it was a good way to get dirt on people. Surprisingly people get real comfortable when they think whoever they’re spilling their secrets to won’t remember anything.

Finral smiled at Langris. “Thank you.” He said. Langris raised an eyebrow.

“For what?” He questioned. Finral hugged him.

“C’mon! You know what!” Finral teased Langris, Langrs rolled his eyes.

A few hours went by and it got dark. “Well, goodnight Langris.” Finral waved before he sat down in the chair and closed his eyes. Langris scoffed.

“You’re really just going to fall asleep there? You’re going to give yourself neck pain. Go sleep somewhere else.” He demanded. 

“Sorry, I can’t. I promised that I’d take care of you and you’re still sick, so I’m gonna stay here.” 

“We’ll do it somewhere else, it feels like you're watching me and it’s creepy.” Langris said. Finral sulked and sighed.

“Alright, I’ll sleep on the floor.” Finral told Langris, Langris shook his head.

“Seriously? That’s pathetic.” He stated bluntly. Finral didn’t say anything, he just went to lay down. Langris waited a few moments before he took a deep breath. “Get up.” He ordered, Finral looked up. “Are you deaf? I said, get up!” He repeated, irritated. Finral sighed and stood up.

“What? Do you want me to go sleep in the closet or something? I can if you want me to, or-“

“No.” Langris hesitated before speaking. “If you’re gonna work that hard you might as well just lay down here.” Langris moved over. “Just so you know, this is just because I pity you!” He stuttered. Finral was shocked, he thought Langris wasn’t delirious anymore?

“Really?” He had to make sure this was real. 

“Would you rather sleep on the floor? I’m gonna change my mind if you don’t-“ Finral cut Langris off.

“No, no I’m coming.” He smiled, before joining Langris. They both got a feeling of nostalgia. When they were both much younger, they used to sleep with each other in the same bed. Neither would leave until the other was awake. They used to be much closer. Finral was glad that they were trying to make it that way again.

Speaking of younger days, whenever the chef would make muffins, Finral and Langris would fight over the last one. Langris enjoyed them more since he’s always had a bit of a sweet tooth. They’d bury race to get it, Langris would usually get it, sometimes when Finral was in a mood he’d use he spatial magic to grab it, but then Langris’ mom would say that’s cheating, and she wasn’t wrong. They would talk to each other for a while after that. Usually whoever got the muffin had to get the other to talk to him again by giving them a muffin as a gift. Weird, but it worked and that’s just how it happened.

“Goodnight Langris.” Finral said, Langris mumbled.

“Yeah, whatever. Don’t think this’ll be a common thing! Just a one time thing! Because I pity you!” Langris reminded Finral.

“Of course, I know. I hope you’ll be better in the morning.”

After a while they both fell asleep. It was one of the best rests they’ve both had in a while, though Langris will never admit it, they both enjoyed it and had a good time. Hopefully they’d be able to improve their relationship more

However, Langris would need to first get that muffin he wanted.

[inmydr3amz]

✮ APOLOGIZE ✮

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✦ synopsis: in which things take a turn for the worse when cass decides to confide in max-ernest* (*rewritten scene from the third book)

⟡ content warnings: none just angst!

✦ word count: 1082

✮⋆ a/n: it never sat right with me how max-ernest treated her in this scene so i wrote it myself ⋆✮

The one thing Cass hated more than panicking and crying when she was supposed to be the hero was having to ask someone for help when she was supposed to be the hero, but the situation had gotten so out of hand that the only thing she could do was show up at Max-Ernest's door, teary-eyed.

She walked up his mother's half-doorstep and found him about to flip a coin to decide which parent's car to ride in. She grabbed him by the shoulders and willed herself not to cry just yet.

"It's an emergency," she whispered. "Wherever you were going, tell your mom you can't go!"

"Great! That's totally . . . great!" he exclaimed.

She furrowed her brows. At the very least, his confusing demeanor distracted her from the dam of emotions creeping up on her. "Wait, now are you being sarcastic?"

She waited anxiously, chewing on her thumb as Max-Ernest spoke with his parents—separately. She tapped her foot against the ground, trying to regulate her shaky breathing. She couldn't let herself fall apart—not yet.

Eventually, his parents were waving goodbye and leaving—together?—and they were heading inside his mother's half-house.

The elegant but cold half-house left comfort to be desired. Cass managed to stub her toe through her platform sneakers, knock her elbow on a counter, and conk her head against a piece of plywood awkwardly sticking out of the DIYed wall where the half-house has been sawed off of Max-Ernest's father's half-house.

And yet she still found herself pacing back and forth in the living room.

She rambled about everything that had happened, from bringing up the Tuning Fork in front of Chef Hugo to her handing it to him an hour earlier. She poured her heart out more in this confession than she ever had in her 13 years of life.

"You didn't say 'I'm sorry'," Max-Ernest said blankly at the end of her monologue, and the words hit her like a punch to the gut.

The fucking disrespect.

She grimaced. "Why would I apologize?" she scoffed in sheer disbelief. 

"You lied."

"Well, not—not really. I just didn't tell you everything. I mean, the note from Hugo literally said I couldn't tell you anything or else I'd never see my mom ag—ow!" she exclaimed, having knocked her shin into the corner of a sleek glass coffee table.

"No, you lied," Max-Ernest said, completely ignoring her injury and the way her voice was trembling the more agitated she became and the closer she got to breaking down. "You told us the reason it was so important to find the Tuning Fork was that Pietro was testing us. But he wasn't, was he?"

She stared at him for a moment, in shock, until she'd stopped distracting herself with pacing long enough she was actually beginning to cry.

She wiped away a tear and rolled her eyes. "You know what? Fuck you, Max-Ernest."

"You don't have to be so . . . aggressive about it, Cass. I think it's perfectly reasonable for me to ask you to apologize when you lied—"

"No, it's not, Max-Ernest. My mom was—" Her voice cracked and she took in a shaky breath to try and keep herself from full-blown sobbing in front of him right now. "My mom was kidnapped. Kidnapped! I mean, have you been listening to what I've been saying . . . ? Do you honestly even care about anyone or just yourself?"

He stared at her blankly for a moment. She wondered why he looked so emotionless. She knew he'd always had trouble expressing his emotions but at this point it just seemed like he just didn't care. 

"You lied, Cass. You don't lie to frie—"

"What would you know about friends?! You didn't have anyone before me!" she yelled, followed by a yelp in pain as she walked into the very sharp corner of the sleek T.V stand. 

"Well, you didn't have anyone before me, either!" Max-Ernest replied, suddenly filled with a wave of anger he'd never felt before and an urge to defend himself.

"It sure as hell wasn't because I demanded an apology when my friend was obviously in distress."

He felt a tight ache in his chest. Was he losing Cass, one of his only friends, again? The same way he had last year? He just couldn't understand why she was so angry at him. Something bad happened to her, sure, but she still lied, and when you lie to your friends you're required to apologize. Right?

"What is that supposed to mean?" 

"I don't—" Cass brought her hands up and pressed the ends of her palms to her eyes for a moment before dragging her hands down her face. "I don't know." She dropped her hands to her sides and sighed, exasperated. "I came because you're typically my comfort person, and usually I can count on you. But you're being shitty the one time I really need you and I just—" she whispered, her voice breaking and rasping against her throat, tears welling in her eyes again. She breathed deeply. Her face was already tear-stricken. She didn't want to cry again.

"I'm gonna head over to Yo-Yoji's. Hopefully he won't be such a fucking asshole like you're being," she sniffled and began to storm out.

"Cass—" Max-Ernest began, but she slammed the door on him, too exhausted to argue with him anymore.

★

"Yo-Yoji . . . ! You . . . ! The . . . !"

Yo-Yoji hear his mother's muffled calls from the kitchen in his bedroom and twisted his face in confusion, removed his headset. "What?!" he called back. 

"Can you get the door? I'm busy!"

He threw his head back and rolled his eyes. "Ughhh," he groaned to himself. "Finee!!" 

He threw himself out of his chair and sprinted out his room, took the stairs two at a time before jumping to the end, using the hand rail to brace himself. He practically ran the rest of the way before taking advantage of his socked feet to slide himself perfectly in front of the door.

Despite his attitude towards getting the door, he was in quite a chipper mood today and was full of energy.

He opened the door and instantly time just slowed nearly to a stop for a painful heartbeat.

There stood Cass, face red, eyes puffy, and tears running down her face. Her breathing was ragged and she looked terrified. 

"Cass . . . ?"

"Yo-Yoji—" she managed a broken reply between sobs.

He didn't even have to think about it before pulling her into a tight hug.

[waitingformyfavoritesongs]

25 April 2023 Tuesday 6:05 pmpt

I am not proud that I gave some people a hard time . Auto save green box 📦. We were living in a very quiet neighborhood relatively lower in crime I guess or perceived to be? Bcz it was quiet. I don’t like it when someone tries to control me and I thought 💭 that’s what my aunt was trying to do when I already told her I was going to the bank 🏦. She told me to stay home 🏠 and that she was going to the bank 🏦 with my mom and she wanted me to watch her daughter. I was scared to go by myself and I already arranged to go(hot so hot 🥵 feels like acid in my skull 💀 left upper inline with ear 👂. 😤🥵😤🥵😤🥵😖😭left eye 👁 area pain brain 🧠 acid pain 6:12 pm pt. I didn’t like the way she dictated it to me. I thought 💭 she was trying to walk all over me. She did it to me again when she wanted to sleep 🛌 on my mom’s bed b4 we went to this hotel 🏨. She told me her moldy mattress was now mine and my mom’s clean mattress was hers. 6:15 pm pt. I was paying for most of the rent when we moved in together end of 2014. She (acid hot left butt bone 🦴 pain 6:16 pmpt) was only paying 💰 $500/mo + some utilities. Hot acid brain 🧠 pain 6:17 pmpt. I feel like also Bcz she and her daughter didn’t want to be quiet 🤫 when me or and mom were still sleeping 🛌 they would fight and yell they didn’t appreciate that we made living there possible for them. She complained to me recently that she had a hard time after mom kicked her out. But you know, even though I helped make it possible for them to move in with us and she wanted to behave like my needs didn’t matter when I would forget about my experience with god and didn’t still connect the dots of why things were the way they are and her daughter tried to kill me early October 2011 by punching me in the head very hard that I started to believe what (acid throat pain 6:22 pmpt) I read in Wikipedia afterwards about the natural hole 🕳 in the top back of the skull 💀 Bcz she had a very powerful punch 🥊, like she showed off she could eat with her hands 🙌 and not get diarrhea... she they would make messes and leave it for us to clean up after them.... starts to feel like they’re good at talking sweet acting dumb and slyly sh*tting us (sharp scratch chin?)6:26 (left hip pain). I should have been nicer about some things but there were times I thought 💭 I got s*ck Bcz she put her hands 🙌 in food containers in 2013 and then in 2015 she asked if I wanted some of her 🥣 cereal and then she showed off touching her cereal with her hands 🙌 smiling and throwing it into her mouth 👄. That with telling me to control me , hogging the whole couch 🛋 when I was going to watch tv 📺, .. she trusted me enough to want me to watch her kid 👧 but she still wants to say I’m bad. And (acid brain 🧠 pain 6:31 pmpt and her kid tried to kill me even though I was nice 99% of the time to her. I let her into my home 🏠 and she still said to me I dont (7:04 pmpt) owe you nothing b*txh. Maybe if she didn’t try to kill me none of the living with other weird people would have happened. 6:33 pmpt if you can’t appreciate someone for even one thing like that that they do for you, then maybe it’s meant to be that you live with someone else. 6:34 pmpt 7:05 pmpt

7:29 pmpt I need to review stuff I learned from school and probably update. Maybe I regurgitate info too much w/o thinking it through. 7:31 pmpt acid/hot pain left hip thigh joint area minute ago. 7:32 pmpt

7:41 pmpt rich people who literally don’t do real work except brag about their good fortune... who only have time to have fun and brag about good fortune Bcz other people are doing the work being farmers and other dirtier harder work, but are so proud to torture children with rape and chopping off legs for barely doing anything wrong. Scott has no regard for a woman’s feelings about pregnancy. It’s easy for men to run away after getting what they want. I didn’t have that relationship with god that he would allow me to rape 11 year olds or autistic 17 year olds or run someone over and pretend it was an accident and have the police and lawyers as friends to rely on to get away with murder. All those rich people do things behind closed doors that are heinous and have pretentious? Smiles like they’re better than everyone else. Without god, would rape of a child or an innocent 17 year old with learning disability slide? If you allow my legs to be chopped off and for me to get eaten by acid you’re letting men get away with murder of rape victims. The horror of a stronger man overtaking you and violating you in violence in reality when there is no god to play referee. Ensuring the rapist he doesn’t have to worry. Daddy will take care of everything for you so there are no consequences for your roughness. A real rape with out god subduing the victims so they cannot fight back or remember? If they were able to fight back would the after rape have resulted in death? 7:53 pmpt Bcz I had a learning disability maybe Scott knew from Q? Maybe he thought he could get away whatever he wanted to without much effort? Chopping off my legs now is delayed effort for what a rapist would have done after the rape immediately. 7:55 7:56 pmpt giving me issues making me weird so it’s easier to make mistakes (acid brain 🧠 pain right jaw bone pain 8:01 pmpt) 8:06 pmpt

8:33 pmpt I don’t think I ever saw Scott at school. Only Santana row. 8:34 pmpt

8:36 pmpt Q also match made Jessica with Scott. 8:36 pmpt

8:37 pmpt I have been (pain left shin pain bone flesh 8:38 pmpt) I guess (ascid anus pain 8:38 pmpt) all the planet sightings are fake outs by god/incubus. Probably can only see planets if the satellite is with in vicinity of the planet. 8:41 pmpt Bcz with the way things are going, composting not at every location, 99%? can not afford to go shopping so there’s (left hip bone pain 😖😭 hot pain left knee) 8:43 pmpt, land fills, crops failing in cotton, inflation, people losing their bones/premature menopause, I would have left a long time ago for a new planet if there was a Choice. 8:46 pmpt left shoulder pain bone 8:46 pmpt. I 8:48 pmpt I guess seeing is believing. Can’t believe in any one if god/incubus is willing to lie about things like being married (vag pain mouth acid pain 8:50 pmpt) mike Webster was a football player who had a lot of head trauma and bennet omalu said there are things that cut your brain when you hit your head. It’s not freely on the internet anymore they erased those details within the last 10 years. 8:52 pmpt so even if incubus gave me a tough skull at one point in my life he still did stuff to my brain to simulate the possible damage that would have happened to me when I did hit my head and when I got punched. My gray or white? (I forgot which one) matter would have depleted easily after trauma is the explanation dr. Amen gives to account for some stuff. Acid mouth pain. I guess that makes it easy for some people to get away with murder Bcz the damage is still done on the inside without seeing it on the outside. Acid mouth pain. 8:58 pmpt incubus takes pleasure in hurting me. Right hip pain bone 😖😭😞it still hurt a lot when I hit my skull 💀. It’s difficult to recall but I used to remember the intensity of the pain up until recently. I have (acid right shin forehead pain 9:02 pmpt) the memory of having the memory. Left shin bone 🦴 pain. 9:05 pmpt there’s a reason why (acid brain 🧠 pain 9:06 pmpt) he made me so hot 🥵 that it was unreal. Left arm pain. Why it would be put online instead of only telling me in my head? Why my city 🌃 was unbelievably hot 🥵 last year so some trees 🌳 are confused 🤷🏻‍♀️ and don’t have much leaves 🍃 and flowers 💐 now? It hurt so d*mn much the pain was so bad my skull 💀 and brain 🧠 9:11 pmpt. Maybe I’m delusional and don’t really understand what is going on. Bone 🦴 pain lower back butt left foot 🦶 pain acid rough brain 🧠 pain 9:15 pmpt I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ 9:16 pmpt

9:21 pmpt I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ how many charity cases he does so he can fake lookg like a merciful god. Maybe he made my skull 💀 tougher b4 hurting me Bcz it wasn’t fair to hurt me a lot but he still wanted to subject me to harder punishments. Now I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️. Bcz I made a bigger mistake than I should have. Now (left calf pain 9:25 pmpt) I’m afraid 😱 he’s going to kill me by hitting me with a car 🚗. 9:26 pmpt even if the pedestrian 🚶‍♂️ was fully capable of avoiding getting hit. When I am walking 🚶‍♂️ I always let the driver go first Bcz I could relate with not wanting to drive and wanting to be off the street sooner. 9:28 pmpt

9:30 pmpdt 9:36 pmpt even if the pedestrian 🚶‍♂️ completely dodged me/ didn’t get hit, like I think 💭 (Brain 🧠 acid rough pain 9:37 pmpt) he would still do it to me. 9:37 pmpt

[kirk-says-wah]

I feel bad for James. Like I know he messed up but I have such a soft spot for him 🥺🥺🥺🥺

I don't feel bad for him.

Reap what you sow.

Lars asked James to leave the past alone and to go with him and Kirk to get away from this situation. The only reason why James said no is because of his pride and jealousy. And because Lars and Kirk cared about James' well-being and didn't want him getting hurt they stood by him. Thats loyalty! And mind you at this point Lars only knew James for two weeks. Kirk just met James at the wedding which was yesterday in this story. And he went along with it because he loves Lars. THAT IS TRUE LOVE!!! That says a lot about the type of people Kirk and Lars are. James has been nothing but rude and selfish throughout this whole story. Especially to Kirk. Yelling at Kirk. Arguing with Kirk. Belittle Kirk. Challenging Kirk for Lars. This same Kirk went out of his way to help James continue to search for answers even after Lars got shot. Not one thank you came out of his mouth to any of them.

Chapter 9

“So what do you think we should do?” James asks after a few moments, his voice a lot clearer, his stuttering chest settled.

“I think we need to leave,” Lars says.

James frowns, eyebrows knotted.

“I just think we should move on, just all live together,” Lars continues, because that’s the only way he can see them getting out of this.

“Hey, I’m not being a fucking third wheel,” James growls, prying his hand away from Lars’. “And besides, I’m not leaving Jason.”

“You heard Dave!” Lars exclaims, trying to get his point across. “We’ve got to leave him alone.”

“And if it was Kirk, would you leave him?”

James’ words hit him like a punch in the gut. He knows he’d never be able to leave Kirk like that, but their lives literally are on the line, and he doesn’t know if it’s a good enough risk to take.

“I’m gonna go get him,” James says, even if he does look like he’s fresh out the city morgue.

“James-“

“If you don’t want to come along, that’s fine. I’ll go by myself.”

Lars shakes his head, desperate now, gripping onto James’ arm, scooting closer.

“You’ll die, James.”

“And what’s it to you?” James spits. “You don’t even want to be married to me! You don’t have to be involved in this, just go and runaway and I’ll deal with whatever they throw at me.”

“James-“ Lars tries, despaired, not wanting to let James go.

“No, Lars. Fuck you!” James shouts, red faced. “I’m giving you a way out! I’m letting you-“

Lars interrupts him, pressing his lips against James’ bruised ones. James promptly shuts up, taken aback, but eventually he sinks into the kiss, kissing Lars back softly as Lars moves to cup his jaw.

Lars pulls back after a moment, just lets his nose brush against James’.

“Just- let’s slow down. I don’t think we should be impulsive about this."

And then throughout this whole story, James stays impulsive.

I don't like James at all! He's not a good person!

I agree I think James hasn’t exactly been nice to Kirk and he should’ve listened and left everything alone, but imo I don’t think he’s a bad person. I think his hearts in the right place, he just seems to forget about everyone else and is reckless about consequences

[noellawrites]

You Belong With Me - Robby Keene x reader

summary: months after a messy breakup, you and robby come to prom with new dates. you’re both jealous idiots. what will happen?!?

“I’m telling you (y/n), his heart just isn’t in it,” Eli insisted, giving you a look.

“Well he looks pretty in it to me,” you sighed. Both of you were staring at Robby and Tory as they danced their perfect little Cobra Kai snake dance.

Both you and Eli were dateless for prom, so you decided to go together. Matching corsage and boutonnière, coordinating colors, the whole nine yards. Neither of you wanted to admit that you just didn’t want to look like a loser. And it was more believable, since you were already friends and trained with Miyagi Fang together.

It didn’t stop the desire deep in your heart, though. What you had really dreamed of was coming to prom with Robby. But Robby broke up with you when you came to visit him in juvie, telling you that he just wasn’t in the place for a relationship. He was a shell of the person he used to be, and you still couldn’t forgive Johnny or Daniel for the pain they’d caused him. But you still loved him, even all these months later. So saying that it hurt you to see him with Tory was, well, putting it very mildly.

“You guys were like, a thing. The power couple of Miyagi-Do, if I do say so myself. Just because I can’t have my happy ending doesn’t mean you can’t have yours. Go ask him to dance after this song,” Eli suggested, gesturing his cup of punch over at the couple.

“I can’t compete with Tory Nichols. She literally terrorized my best friend and her dress is, like, a hundred times more slutty than mine,” you laughed.

You looked down at your dress self-consciously, then back up at Tory as she salsa danced with your ex-boyfriend. Tears pricked your eyes. You knew you were young, but you had thought Robby was the one. You had felt love at first sight when you met him at the LaRusso’s car dealership last year and your entire relationship had been nothing but happiness. Until the school fight, that is.

“You’ll never know if you don’t try. C’mon, (y/n). If Johnny was here, he’d call you a total pussy.”

And at that very moment, you looked up and locked eyes with him. Robby Keene. For the first time in months you looked him in the eyes across the dance floor and felt the very same chemistry as a year ago.

-

“C’mon Robby, I think we’ve done enough. You caught her attention,” Tory sighed as they walked off the dance floor.

Robby had just met your eyes for the first time in as long as he could remember. He immediately remembered the happy, warm days of training at Miyagi-Do with you. The way your smile lit up when one of you learned a new move, or the way you encouraged him at his first All-Valley. He never forgot any of it. One of the only belongings he kept when he went into juvie was a polaroid picture Daniel had taken of you both soaking wet after you had just nailed the floating wheel moves together. He never stopped loving you.

“I still can’t believe she came with that Eli kid. I can’t believe he’d even show his face after what he did to Kenny—“ Robby began, clenching his jaw in anger.

“Robby, I care about you but I’m tired of watching you pine over (y/n). I agreed to help you make her jealous, but I think she deserves to know the truth. Even if she is a Miyagi-Do wimp,” Tory explained. She nodded her head in your direction as she tried to persuade Robby to admit his feelings for you.

Tory knew if Robby missed his chance, he’d never have another. You would move on with Eli or someone else, just like Miguel had done to her. Even if she had deserved it, you and Robby didn’t. So Tory made her way over to where Kyler and some other Cobras stood, hoping for nothing but the best in your relationship.

-

You tried to play it cool and scroll on your phone as Tory and Robby talked slightly off of the dance floor. But when Eli nudged you and said Robby was heading your way, your instincts told you to run.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n), wait!” Robby yelled. You had somehow stumbled upon an empty corridor in the venue. The only way out other than the way you came was through a locked door. You had nowhere to go; you were trapped.

“Robby, just leave me alone and go back with Tory, please,” you said, calmly. You looked down at your trembling hands and held them behind your back.

“Will you let me explain? I-I just want to talk. Please.”

“Okay, Robby. Go ahead,” you sighed, allowing him to come closer to you.

“I thought of you every day I was in juvie. I just— I couldn’t let you get caught up in my shit, okay? You deserve someone better than me. I almost killed your friend, I—“ you cut him off by embracing him. He was shaking, and you were too. He smelled different, like Lysol and Old Spice. Your bodies filled in the gaps of each other’s, just like it had been before.

“I don’t blame you for that, Robby. I know it was a mistake. I’m not angry,” you promised as you both drew away from the hug.

“I brought Tory thinking it would help me ignore my feelings and I could make you jealous. I was just angry that you were dating Eli of all people. But you deserve to move on and I—“

“What? I am not dating Eli! I don’t like him like that,” you said, shaking your head.

“Really?! The pictures you posted seemed pretty romantic to me,” Robby laughed.

“Nah, it was all for show. We just came together because neither of us had a date.”

“(Y/n), I am so, so sorry about everything. A-and every time I wanted to reach out all I could think of was you crying as you left juvie when I broke up with you. How betrayed you must’ve felt. I never want to hurt you like that again,” Robby confessed.

The two of you were now leaning against the cold cement wall, facing each other. Nothing else mattered to you, not in that moment.

“I never stopped loving you, Robby. I tried to, I really did. I tried to move on but I couldn’t,” you sniffled.

“I feel the same. I never should’ve broken up with you,” he said, softly. He wiped away your tears with a sympathetic look on your face.

“Can we start over? We could even have our own Romeo-and-Juliet-karate-dojo moment,” you giggled.

“I like the sound of that,” Robby laughed, brushing your hair out of your face and leaning over to kiss you.

Your love was more powerful than any karate war, and you both knew it. You didn’t have to fight for the soul of the valley: it was right here all along.

[mommadice]

It’s a shame that Halo Infinite’s campaign was swept under the rug by the fans over multiplayer issues.

When I say this is in my top 2 fav campaigns for Halo, I mean it.

Let’s talk about the story itself. I’m tired of nobody talking about the one good thing about this game.

Halo 4 touched up on Chief’s struggle with humanity, but Halo Infinite knocked that shit outta the ballpark. It was a genius idea to pair Chief with a Normal civilian and a newborn AI. These contrasts are what brought out the obvious issue John has and it was freakin’ brilliant. Without that contrast, everybody meshes into the same mold (not in a bad way!! everyone was a badass and thats just the story). So finally having somebody ask Chief, “are you okay???” is one of the best ideas they’ve ever had. No, he’s not okay. Who would be in his situation? Infinite brought to light what previous games hadn’t. He’s more than a vessel you play as. For the first time, he’s forced to look at everything, all at once, while having someone tell him “dude, that’s not normal.”

Esparza is a big reason why I love this game as much as I do. He’s just A Guy, and we’ve never had that as a main character before. He didn’t get sucked into a religious cult, he’s not a spartan, he’s not an ODST or a badass AI. He’s literally just a guy. And that was brilliant. Without someone next to Chief yelling “why the hell are we running towards the explosion” all the time, you don’t really catch John’s issues as easily. Esparza is interesting and new for this franchise. He’s also and incredible foil for Chief— he expresses any and every emotion he feels, good and bad. Esparza never feels guilty for it, never feels like he has to hold back. If he feels something, he lets you know (yelling at Chief for telling him to calm down, literally PUNCHING Chief’s chest plate, damn near sobbing at the Graveyard, hugging him as close as he can when Chief and Joy (the weapon) get back, constantly being afraid if what’s coming next, ect). That’s beautiful to see, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a character in-game as expressive and emotionally honest as Esparza. And Chief? He’s literally the exact opposite, as we all know. And having Joy (The Weapon) play as the “innocent” trope is interesting, because she sheds light on the beauty of the ring for John. Nobody’s done that— ever. And what’s interesting is that John will do anything for Esparza. Which is odd to see, because all of his previous friends were either spartans, AI, a badass Sargent, or an 8 foot tall alien. This time, it’s a literal civilian, someone so vulnerable compared to everybody else.

This campaign was beautiful. Escharum was a drama queen with the excessive monologues, that’s my personal opinion (the Anakin Skywalker of Halo lmfao), but despite that, I still ended up liking him in the end after his death scene. It started to make sense, and Chief could tell it was, too. Everything was beginning to make some damn sense. So many events and words were finally enough to make him cock his head to the side and say, “wow, I’m actually not okay, and that means something”. And it’s perfect, it’s almost completely perfect. It’s literally a crime that this is being ignored, because not only do we get to see Chief actually process his own emotions, but we get to see phenomenal character development in a new character (Esparza), and that’s hard to come by in a video game.

And Joy? My GOD. She was fantastic! Watching her freak the hell out over discovering that she’s a clone of Cortana was heartbreaking. Watching Chief try to wipe her out was even WORSE. My jaw actually dropped when I went through that scene the first time, because what hell, thats not like him. And really, that’s the point of Joy. She makes you realize he’s not himself. This isn’t Halo 2– this is almost a completely different person, now, after the loss of Cortana. And really, can you blame Chief? After everybody he’s lost or in his mind, let down? Miranda, Johnson, Samuel, Cortana, his own planet, Dr. Tilsen and her crew, Foe Hammer, and so many more— I would close myself off, too. But it was still hard to believe when he made the attempt. Joy had EVERY right to be as furious as she was (it was also kinda hilarious). There’s just so much… emotion in this game, and that’s beautiful.

[queentheweeb]

Eijiro Kirishima X Shy Female Reader

A/N: You have a shark quirk

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You were always self-conscious about the way you look. You had blue skin, black eyes with blue pupils, and a shark's tail. Your quirk was literally shark. You were made fun of for your appearance as kids all the way until you got to middle school where you met Mina and Kirishima. The three of you became the perfect friend group, you and Kirishima hanging out together whenever Mina was with her friends. You would stay by yourself as well when Kirishima hung out with Tomo. You hated him, he gave you the creeps. He was so fake. He had a crush on Kirishima but, not the healthy kind. He gave you the kind of energy that he would force himself on Kirishima so you never let him be alone with him. You somehow convinced Kirishima to always be with an extra person and not be with Tomo alone. Thankfully he listened and nothing ever happened. It could have been paranoia but, that paranoia could have saved Kirishima a whole lot of pain and suffering. It also had to do with the crush that you, yourself had on him. You weren't about to admit that to no one though. Let alone Kirishima. 

"Y/N-CHAN!" You jumped turning just in time to catch Mina who threw herself at you. She always did that. Didn't she realize that she was muscle and she wasn't light despite being small? "I was calling your name for the longest but, but you didn't hear me." Oops, you did it again. You got lost in thought thinking about Kirishima. No surprise there. 

"I'm sorry Mina, what were you saying? Can you repeat it for me please?" You had to be careful around Mina. She meant well but she was a magnet for gossip and crushes and she had an inkling about your crush on Kirishima. 

"I was asking you what do you think about going to the mall on Friday! I love to shop but, I hate going by myself, pleeeaaasseeeee come!" Her voice was high-pitched and whiny or maybe it was because you had sensitive ears. 

"Yeah, yeah I don't mind going." She yelled happily her eyes landing on her next target which happened to be Denki. Poor boy didn't even know what was going to hit him. You sat there at the lunch table listening to everyone else talk and jab around. You always hopped tables giving everyone in your class a chance to talk, even Mineta. That ended quickly though when he asked about your boobs and you threatened to eat him. He has avoided you ever since which is exactly what you wanted. He needed to learn to respect women and be decent human beings because not everyone tolerates that kind of behavior. You had chosen to eat miso soup with pork belly and white peach juice. You were in the mood for something hot anyway. 

"Y/N-chan! Do you want to spar if All Might sensei allows us to choose our partners?" You turned your head at the happy voice that belonged to the residential sunshine boy of the Bakusquad. Who can ever say no to that face? He was like an excitable puppy.

"I would love to spar. Better pray I don't beat you this time." You stuck your tongue out playfully at him enjoying the way he blushed. You knew he liked your new tongue piercing so you used every excuse in the book to show it off to him. It made you grin just as much as he did. 

"I'm going to win this time!" He bumped his fists together using his quirk only to jump when Bakugo hit him on the head yelling at him to finish his food. The rest of the lunch period went by relatively fast and, before you knew it everyone had to change into their gym uniforms and meet All Might out on the training grounds. You looked for any scent patches and with a curse, you saw you left them at your dorm. You had no time to go and come back so you had to pray that no one bled. Everyone knew how you got when there was too much blood, you went into an uncontrollable frenzy. One time Monoma compared you to Toga saying how the two of you will get along and Kirishima punched him in the face with no hesitation to the shock of everyone. Realizing you were wasting time you ran to the training grounds where everyone else was already lined up in front of All Might

"Alright, now young heroes! Today is a special day! I am allowing you to grab a partner of your choice and practice your special moves on each other! Take this time to hone in on your new skills and I advise you to fight with someone you normally don't fight with! GO PLUS ULTRA!" The man was so enthusiastic it was contagious. Everyone was hyped up and you ran straight to Kirishima. This is why he wanted to spar, he always sparred with Bakugo and Denki but, he needed to spar with someone different. This was smart on his part. 

"Are you ready Y/N?" He hardened completely as you got down in a defensive position.

"I'm as ready as you are Eji-Kun!" It was a low blow knowing that always threw him enough that he had to throw himself to the side to avoid your kick. The fight was on. The two of you exchanged blows making sure to never cut skin. Both of you had relatively hard skin so neither of you really bled. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case for the pairing by you guys. Shoji was fighting with Bakugo who showed no mercy and one of his explosions completely tore off one of Mezo's arms. Everyone froze at the yell that came from the normally quiet boy.

"WHAT THE FUCK KATSUKI!" Katsuki flinched hard at that. Mezo not only yelled but used his first name "YOU ARE LUCKY IT GROWS BACK!" Mezo was upset which was a rare sight.

"Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" That was another shock since Bakugo never apologized but if I was yelled at by Mezo I would apologize too. You sniffed the air and that's when you realized you were fucked. It was too much blood and you had no scent patches. 

"Oh no." You whispered it and the only one to hear you was Kirishima. He seemed to realize what was happening. 

"SHIT!" Everything after that was a blur. You could remember nothing except the smell of blood and the feeling of arms around you. You were thrashing and snarling wanting to get near the blood. You needed to have some. It smelled so good and all you wanted to do was sink your teeth into it. You kept thrashing as you felt yourself move further and further away. NO! Your prey was getting away! You needed to finish it! You started snarling more realizing you might need to call defeat. As the smell finally went away you slumped over into whoever was holding you breathing heavily. It was rare for you to go into a frenzy like that but, when it did happen it was always so draining and exhausting. It took a toll on you. "Come back to me Y/N" You turned towards the voice blinking rapidly to try and clear your vision. You were met with the worried eyes of Ejirou "How do you feel? You scared me back there." He did sound a bit scared but more worried than anything. 

"I-I'm sorry, w-what happened?" You had worked on your shyness your whole life and here was Eji making all your progress go down the drain. 

"Bakugo went too far and the smell of blood made you go into attack mode. I was the only one who can grab you without getting hurt cause of my quirk. I brought you to recovery girl and she told me that your patches were missing." You blushed your cheeks were tinged purple.

"I, uh, may have f-forgotten my scent patches at my d-dorm" Kirishima gave a huff. 

"Why didn't you tell me? I always keep extra for you just in case you forget." You blinked not expecting that tidbit of information. He blinked too realizing what he said "W-well uh, I always k-keep extra stuff for you, you know? I care about you a lot." You blinked not believing your ears. 

"You care about me?" You prayed he meant more than a friend. He nodded his head before furrowing his brow. 

"I care for you more than a friend...I was always so scared to admit it thinking you won't like me back but, it's not manly to hide my feelings for so long." You blinked at that. There was too much to impact at the moment but, you knew what had to be done right now. 

"Come here." He blinked leaning down and you quickly pecked him on the cheek near his mouth. "I like you too." You grinned at him loving his blush. 

"I WIN! YEAH!" He was shushed by Recovery Girl which made the two of you giggle. Yeah, the two of you could talk later but, enjoy the moment now.

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What do you guys think?

[nymphbnny]

perfect strangers

MINORS DNI // 18+

part one; part two; part three

genre: nsfw

pairings: jean kirschtein x female reader

word count: 2.6k

tags/warnings: penetrative sex, dom jean, fingering, praising kink, slight body worship, dirty talk, sneaky.

synopsis: your recent discovery makes you certain that you won't be able to control yourself around him and neither will he, hence you decide that it was time to make an agreement that was rather spicy.

a.n: hey babies! so i finally decided to turn this into a short series since some of you were intrigued with the idea of having a continuation for the previous part i wrote. i hope you like it, enjoy <3

“How was I supposed to know?!” I yelled as soon as Jean exited our apartment. I had put on a random t-shirt to follow Connie to his room, trying to convince him that I had no idea that I fucked his best friend.

“Y/n he literally told you his name is Jean and he was attending my party. You’re acting as you’ve never seen him before!” he scolded taking off his shirt and throwing it across his room.

“Oh for fuck’s sake Connie. The last time I saw Jean I was 16 and he didn’t look like that. He’s so fucking different now how was I supposed to know. And to be fair, he was studying abroad for I don’t know how many years, how was I supposed to know that he metamorphosed like that.” I motioned my arm out, my other hand resting on my hip.

He groaned, rubbing his temples before he looked back at me. “Look,” he spoke softly. “I don’t want to fight with you over this okay? You’re right, I should’ve told you that he was coming back. He graduated a year ago and was considering coming back to his hometown, here. Let’s just forget it all happened okay? It’s a simple misunderstanding.” I nodded, resting my head on his chest as he embraced me into a tight hug.

“Now go take a shower you reek of sex.” he snickered earning a punch on his arm. He winced rubbing his flesh, a proud smile setting on my face.

***

The week went by smoothly. I told Sasha and Hitch what happened and they both had different reactions. Hitch was gushing over the sex and Sasha on the other hand confessed that she forgot to mention that Jean was coming back to stay here. It’s okay though. We all passed it and I was working my ass off to finally graduate.

Connie was spending his days with Jean, which granted me a lot of peace and tranquility. At least, that’s what I thought.

I hadn’t spoken to Jean ever since we hooked up, figured that Connie already explained the whole situation and moved on.

Three knocks on my door broke my focus, a loud frustrated sigh leaving my lips. “What Connie!”

“Actually,” a voice on the other side of the door caught me off guard. “It’s Kirschtein. Can I come in?” A knot formed in my throat.

“Sure.” he turned the knob, slowly coming in. “Connie knows I’m here by the way.” I nodded, adjusting my seat.

“What’s up?” the tension was awkward. The tension shouldn’t even be present in the first place. But how could I not get aroused when he was wearing a black tank top showing off the tattoos on his sleeves with a pair of sweats. He looked effortlessly attractive.

“- and like I said it will never happen again. Y/n?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, yeah. Never happen again. I’m very sorry but I need to finish this assignment.” He chuckled and nodded leaving me alone with my thoughts. Did I just make him talk to himself because I was too busy checking him out?

I shook my head, assuming that whatever he said wasn’t worth my time. Time went by rather quickly and the assignment was done earlier than I expected. It was already ten pm, and I had promised the girls I was going to meet up with them for some drinks.

I picked my outfit and applied some makeup. Simple and effective. We were going to spend the night at Sasha’s so I didn’t make much effort to look hot.

The place was empty when I left and I assumed that Connie was helping Jean to rent an apartment for himself.

Sasha’s place wasn’t very far from mine. As a matter of fact, it only took me ten minutes to get there. Once I got there, the girls were already ordering pizza and picking out some movies to watch.

“Hey whores.” I greeted them, earning cheers from Hitch and Sasha. “Oh my god, Mikasa I missed you!” I rushed to the dark-haired girl who was sitting on the couch and engulfed her into a tight hug. I haven’t seen Mikasa since I moved with Connie. We used to live together, but after she and Eren got together, he wouldn’t leave her alone. So I figured it would be best if I left and lived with my brother.

“I missed you too! I looked for you everywhere at that party where were you?” she asked taking a sip of her soda. Hitch began coughing dramatically as Sasha giggled next to her. “Oh quit it.” I teased rolling my eyes.

I ended up telling her everything, her face displaying a plethora of expressions. “I mean, Jean did change I can’t argue with that. But didn’t he recognize you?”

I shrugged. “I changed too. Puberty hit me like a truck.”

“Cheers to that.” Hitch raised her cup. We laughed and talked for hours. I missed going out with them like that. Fortunately, college will be over soon and I’ll have some time for myself.

Movies were playing in the background but we paid them no mind. We ate our food and cleaned the living room, not wanting to bother Sasha with the cleaning since she was having Niccolo over tomorrow.

I glanced at the clock that was hanging above the door. I gathered my stuff and tucked them in my bag, drawing all of their eyes on me.

“Already? Come on stay longer!” Sasha whined. I smiled softly at her and shook my head.

“I can’t, I’ll see you guys soon.” I waved at them and walked out of the door.

***

“Connie! I’m ho- what are you still doing here?” I froze at the entrance, my keys still hanging from my index finger, my eyes fixated on him as he only stood in basketball shorts.

“What do you mean what am I still doing here. I moved in here remember?”

Silence. Nothing but intense and awkward silence. Moved in? Since when?

“I told you when I came into your room. Weren’t you listening to me?” I stared at him blankly, not able to explain how caught in thought I was when he came into my room. I was too busy checking him out to care about what he was trying to tell me.

“Why didn’t Connie tell me?” I closed the door and locked it slowly, my legs feeling weak, the idea of living with him and seeing him walking around like that making me weak. And extremely horny.

“He said he’d rather if I told you. You know, break the ice.” he shrugged and walked forward, his chest now a few inches apart from mine. “You changed a lot from what I remember.” he lowly said tucking my hair behind my ear.

“So did you,” I replied, staring at his lips. He licked his bottom lip and held my chin between his fingers, forcing me to maintain eye contact.

I was a sweating mess. I still couldn’t believe that this was Jean, the horse face. What kind of water did he drink, and how did he get so big? Look at those muscles-

A sudden feeling on my lips interrupted my chain of thoughts. I soon realized that he held my bottom lip between his brown ones. “Kiss me back y/n, I know you want to,” he whispered, his breath brushing up my face.

It didn’t take me long to pull him to me, crashing my lips on his. He was intoxicating in ways I couldn’t understand nor explain. I needed him close to me at the moment and I didn’t care why.

“Yo, Jean where did you my video game?!” Connie’s voice boomed from the hallway, forcing us apart. Realization slapped my face when I looked at him and saw his cocky smirk. I just kissed him, even though I promised myself I’d never do anything with him ever again.

“I’ll get it!” he yelled back, the same expression resting on his face, his back facing the hallway. “I’d apologize, but you pulled me back. Anyway, I’ll see around beautiful.” he winked and began walking towards Connie’s room, his back muscles flexing at his movements.

What am I doing with myself?

***

The atmosphere felt nice. I couldn’t sleep so instead I lied down on my bed and watched the stars from my window. I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened hours ago and how I had to sit with them and pretend as nothing happened.

Jean was certainly not the little boy he was years ago. He got more confident and a lot more handsome. He was fucking with me and I thought, why shouldn’t I fuck with him too?

After all, I know for sure he didn’t tell Connie anything. He’s too protective of me and if he knew, well let’s just say Jean would be moving out by tomorrow. He trusts him blindly and I honestly just think he doesn’t want me to hook up with him again because he’s just like him.

He likes to mess around. Not the type to stay in the morning after. But neither was I. I sighed and dragged my legs out of bed, my body following.

“Shit now I gotta pee,” I whined stomping slightly on the wooden floor. I ruffled my hair with my hand and slipped on my slippers. I was wearing Connie’s t-shirt, so it was long enough to hide my thighs.

I walked to the bathroom when suddenly a hand grabbed my arm and yanked me into the guest bedroom. My mouth was quick to be silenced by another hand as I was about to squeal.

My back collided with the wall, my hands pinned on each side of my head.

“Jean let me go.” I struggled to get out of his grasp but he kept grinning at me. “Sure.” He let go of his grasp.

I looked around to notice a towel on his bed. “I was going to take a shower but then I heard your footsteps, couldn’t let you get there before I did.” He walked away, throwing his towel over his shoulder.

“Is that all?” I cocked my eyebrow, crossing my arms. He looked me up and down before saying: “You tell me. Need anything else?”

I looked at him briefly, calculating my next move. “An agreement. Connie can’t know.”

“Fuck yeah.” he dropped his towel and stepped closer to me, holding my face with his hands as he crashed his lips on mine. I kissed him back instantly, my fingers finding their way through his hair.

His tongue slipped in, caressing mine. His hands went down my body to squeeze my ass, pulling me even closer to him. My hands traveled across his bare chest, going over his pecs and then gliding one hand down his abs, while the other sat on his shoulder.

We pulled apart, his arms going under my thighs to pull me up and sit me onto the mattress. He walked to the door, locking it before he looked back at me.

Jean crawled over my body, caging me between his arms. “Divine.” he smiled and sat up, his hands tugging at my top. I helped him take it off and threw it on his chair. I was nude underneath him. It wasn’t the first time, yet he still looked mesmerized.

He licked his lips, his fingers tracing my cunt before dipping into my entrance. I arched my back at the sudden intrusion, trying my best to remain quiet.

“I missed your little cunt.” he chuckled massaging my insides slowly. I gasped, my hand immediately covering my mouth.

He rubbed my bud with his thumb, his pace never changing. It was torturing and slow, but I knew we couldn’t make a lot of noise nor make lots of movements that could awake Connie. We had to go nice and easy.

My legs squirmed, the combination of playing my nipples and watching him touch like he does driving me to the edge. My eyes rolled to the back as he added a third finger, my walls clenching tightly around them as I felt myself orgasm around them. “Good girl.” he praised with a chuckle, removing his fingers from my opening.

“Suck your juices off come on.” he tapped my hand, motioning me to remove it and take his fingers in. I stuck my tongue out, his ling digits finding their way down my throat making me slightly gag. “I didn’t know you were such an obedient girl.” he cooed, as I sucked off my arousal.

Jean sat back up, removing his shorts along with his briefs, his erection slapping on my lower stomach. “As much as I’d love you to suck me,” he paused pumping his cock. “I have to say that I miss being inside you.” And with that, he slid all the way in, his mouth silencing my moans.

He stayed still for a while, his eyes staring into mine intensely, almost as if he was trying to tell me something. I nodded my head, his hips moving at my signal. His thrusts were slow and deep, going over every spot. I wrapped my arms around him, my forehead resting against his, as he breathed heavily.

“I want to fuck you dumb, but he’ll hear your moans.” he taunted rolling his hips, his tip almost hitting my cervix. “So good.” I whimpered, wrapping my legs around him, my heels digging into his lower back.

“Jean…” I was close and my legs were a shaking mess. “That’s right baby, say my name.” he breathed in my ear, slightly speeding up his thrusts. I bit onto his shoulder, my orgasm ripping through my body.

I tightened around him, his strokes getting sloppier. It came to my attention that he wasn’t wearing protection, and I wasn’t about to get adventurous like last time. “Jean… pull out…”

“Beg.” was his only reply to which I complied. “Please, anywhere, just not-“ He harshly pulled out, and instead of jerking himself on my stomach, he reached up to straddle my chest and stroked himself. “Open.”

I stuck my tongue out, his hand now replaced with mine as I jerked him off, ropes of cum shooting down my throat. “Such a good girl.” he chuckled, rubbing his hand over his face.

He got off me and pulled his hair back using both hands, his naked body walking around the bed to grab some tissues. He cleaned off my arousal and handed me some to clean the corners of my lips.

“If only you could see how messed up you look,” he smirked and threw me my t-shirt before grabbing his towel and sliding on his shorts.

I put on my top and got off his bed. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and internally yelled at myself. I looked like a mess. My hair was tangled and my skin was all sweaty. Guess I have to take a shower too.

I looked over at Jean to see him staring at me with an amused look on his face. “What?” I cocked my eyebrow. He shrugged and smiled at me. “Connie and I are going out to get some lunch tomorrow. What’d you say?” he requested.

“I mean yeah sure. But Jean he can-“

“Can’t know alright.” he rolled his eyes. We stared at each other for a minute before I decided to leave his room.

As I made my way past him, his hand flew to cup my swollen cunt. “This belongs to me.”