#long hair is so hard to deal with but if i cut it short i’ll die

[aemiron-main]

guy who is 0.2 seconds away from getting a haircut bc my hair is starting to annoy the hell out of me

[serapheseraphim]

I got a slightly different haircut to usual. Incredible.

[cherriegyuu]

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Can u plssss make a husband mingyu fic of his daughter absolutely hating his haircut go from long to extremely short causing him to sulk and hate his own hair then y/n having to comfort him😭😭 this video legit reminded me of this instantly idek how

i'm not supposed to be taking requests but this was just something that stuck to my mind ever since i read it. so here it is! i hope you like it! i'm also just in time for his birthday

when he cuts his hair

pairing: mingyu x fem!reader genre: fluff word count: 769 warnings: slightly suggestive not proofread

You did your best to contain your smile, or at least tried to hide it, as your daughter cried into your shoulder, her small tears soaking your shirt and her hands balled into tiny fists in your hair. Under normal circumstances, you’d have taken her hand away but in that moment, it seemed like the only option to have her calm down. 

Your husband sat on the couch, the blanket you kept on the back of it wrapped around his head and shoulder, as his eyes were two full moons in his face. Mingyu was a mixture of laughter and unwashed tears as he watched your daughter cry into you. 

“I didn’t know” his voice came out in a whine, his hold on the blanket tightening “I thought it would be okay”

Mingyu had left the house that morning saying “I���m going to cut hair, I’ll be right back”. He had kept his hair longer for almost a year and it was probably one of your daughter’s favorite things about him — that and also the fact that Mingyu even existed. “Not only does she look like you the most but she also loves you the most” you’d half-heartily complain sometimes. 

It became some sort of routine, if she fell asleep with Mingyu around, she’d most definitely have her hand in his hair. Logically and rationally you knew that Hanna wouldn't like the new haircut, but you also didn’t think that it would be that much of a big deal. What you also didn’t expect was for Mingyu to come back with the shortest hair you have ever seen on him. 

You had known Mingyu for roughly twelve years and he always kept his hair on the longer side. While the sight was a fantastic one, Hanna didn’t seem to share the same idea. 

She ran to the door excitedly the second she heard the sound of keys on the lock to greet her dad. She had the biggest smile on her face and then it just disappeared as she took in her dad’s new look. Her small features contorted and her eyes filled with tears and she ran back to you, hiding behind your legs.

Like he usually did, Mingyu kneeled to welcome the hug that always came but this time there was none. 

You wished you had recorded the whole thing, the way Hanna started to scream her lungs out because “not daddy” and Mingyu was a few seconds away from crying. 

“Hanna” you cooed “you don’t want to say hi to daddy? He missed while he was away”

She shook her head.

“Not daddy,” she said again, the new tears coming down her face.

It took you a good hour to get her to settle down and sleep. Her body still shook with sobs when you put her in bed. 

Mingyu was in the living room, in the same exact position as before, the blanket still wrapped around his head. His eyes were sort of lost until he finally seemed to notice you were back. Once again his eyes were filled with tears. 

“Babe, no, it’s fine,” you said, approaching him. 

When you were close enough he pulled you to him, hands around your waist and his head resting on your stomach. Slowly you pulled the blanket away from him and ran your hand over his hair. There wasn't a lot to hold onto, there was barely any hair in between your fingers, just a little more at the top for a quiff.

“She hates me now,” he complained.

There were these moments when it was hard to tell who was actually the 2 year old and who was the grown man.

“She doesn't, she just needs to get used to it. You're her favorite person” you assure him “She's just surprised. When you left there was hair in your head”

Mingyu groaned at your laugh.

“I just wanted to try something different”

You held his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. Mingyu rested his chin on your stomach, beautiful dark eyes looking back at you.

“Do you like it, at least?”

You bit your lips, trying to keep yourself from saying that maybe you didn’t like it as much, that your favorite hair was that middle ground between short and longer. 

“You look younger” your words were slow, a little careful.

He groaned, pretending to cry, his arms getting even tighter around you. 

“Both of you hate it”

You bent forward and placed a kiss on his nose and then his lips until his pout was replaced by a smile. 

“At least there’s a little bit to hold on to”

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Phone Part 10: Return of the Angel +3

Male Reader x Kim Minju, Yeh Shuhua, Jung Eunbi (Eunha), Hwang Eunbi (SinB)

Length: 1550 words

Tags: strap-ons, lesbian sex, spitroasting, double penetration, overstimulation, loveless sex, voyeurism, watching, fingering thigh riding

TW: messy crazy bs

(A/N: this series randomly returns because I just needed to get this idea out of my system for good. This might be the conclusion to it, but probably not... well, maybe you send me some ideas to where this could lead up to.)

"I'll get going."

Bomi kisses your cheek, that sore cheek, sore like every patch of your skin, every bone in your body and every damn muscle, some of them you didn't even know could hurt before today. Hell, you don't even have the strength to give Bomi a proper goodbye, a weak wave is all you can muster up.

She'll not be mad at you. For what might have been either 15 or 150 minutes, you have taken turns on her and Shuhua's pussy—licking, fingering, fucking them until those tight caverns each got a big load in them. In the meantime, Minju has been their plaything. Especially Shuhua has this cruelty towards her "friend", edging her with fingers, reddening her thighs with extremely hard slaps and always promising that she'll get your cock—just to claim you with her pussy again.

You turn around when Bomi closes the door. Shuhua and Minju wrestle on the couch, the latter clearly outmatched when Shuhua puts her in a headlock with her thunder thighs. Minju tries to escape with licks on Shuhua's clit but can't find it—the nightmare of so many guys.

"Cut it out, you two," you groan, fingers on your temple. 

"N-no," Minju whines. "Minju still needs cock, wants cum in her tummy!"

"I can't." Point at your limp dick, absolutely spent. "And I have a headache. At this point, I’ll start to hate sex. Fucking hell, I'll make myself tea."

"Oh, I have an idea," Shuhua smirks and reaches for her phone while you leave for the kitchen. Whatever it is, you don’t want to deal with it. You need something relaxing, something herbal, to heal all the soreness in your body. It’s incredible to think that there is something like too much sex. You’re really close to giving up on it, even though two nymphomaniacs have turned your house into sex hub.

“No, no, stay down. You’ll get cock soon,” you hear Shuhua belittle Minju, who just whines in her usual tone. She seems to not be a bit tired after all this.

“Well, it won’t be mine,” you shout back, watching the hot water fill your cup and turn the leaves into something magical.

“Yeah, I know, you’re basically useless at this point.” Ouch, that stings. “That’s why I called back up.”

“You what?!”

“They should be here any minute now.”

Shuhua is spot on. Before your tea is finished steeping, your door bursts open. But instead of a hung man, two rather petite women enter your house. Both have a bored look on their face and immediately get to undressing. Overcoats seem to be the shit right now, and no matter who comes through your front door, they always drop it on the floor. 

“Uhm, hello?” you carefully greet them before remembering that this is your home, your kingdom! You can’t let strangers just walk in like they own the place. “This is kinda rude, you know?”

“Don’t care,” says the taller one with long, raven hair, dressed only in jeans. “We have business to do. Also, it’s rude to just stand there, naked, while two ladies walk in.” You blush and hide your crotch with the tea cup.

“We aren’t ladies, stop kidding yourself,” the other snarks back, while climbing out of her skirt. “I bet he is a good fuck, you shouldn’t kill your chances already.”

“Eh, I’ll think about it, but first—” Both girls suddenly pull out two strap-ons from God-knows-where and put them on with the casualness one would wear a fricking hat. The taller one hasn’t even removed her jeans, wearing the harness over it, while the other is fully naked and flaunts her butt at you.

“Yeah, I know, we got shit to do.” The short haired girl slaps her butt and you almost drop the cup when she walks past you with a wink. “Shuhua, where is this needy bitch? Or are you the needy bitch?”

“Oh, it’s so nice to see you, Eunbi and Eunbi,” Shuhua greets them and points at Minju, still trapped in between her fat thighs. “Look who I found.”

“She is insatiable. Incredible that he can still stand,” the shorter Eunbi says.

“Hm, maybe he is a good fuck. Anyways, we’ll try our best to keep her down,” the taller Eunbi says. The three conspirators try to agree on a strategy on how to fuck the angelic girl. You’ve become invisible in your own house, your entry to the living room goes largely unnoticed. Except for Minju who pouts at you when the two Eunbis lift her up and put her in a doggy position. The shorter one is below her, the other is ready to press the plastic cock into Minju’s puckered hole.

"Should we do it at the—nevermind, you're already in." The small Eunbi groans in annoyance, the other looks unapologetic and starts to rut slowly against Minju's butt. The long shaft forcing open Minju’s hole, paired with the denim on her sore, pink buttocks, must feel incredible and incredibly painful at the same time. Who knows which of the two makes Minju wail and moan more.

"Come on, Eunha, shove it in her sex," Shuhua urges on the Eunbi below as she excitedly stares at the unholy sight of fake cocks on ready holes. Her eyes mimic the camera lens for a porn shoot, while you're the director, watching the scene play out. Either way, it's good content.

"Minju's pussy, Minju's ass, so full!" Minju is loud, louder than before. Shuhua is having none of it.

"Shut up. SinB, make her stay quiet. And don't let her cum."

Two hands move to cover Minju's mouth, two cocks move in and out at a rapid pace, two sets of eyes watch on in awe. Satisfied with what crazy madness she has come up with, Shuhua sits down next to you and lazily jerks your cock with two fingers. Oh, that victorious smile, glassy, lewd eyes, you'd love to wipe it off her face.

"You like what you see? Now you don't have to do anything anymore."

"What was that about me being useless?" Grab her by the throat and spit in her face. She looks pissed, you love it. "I came in you, even when Minju was willing to do anything to get my load and now you're still cruel to her? Seems mildly unfair."

"And what are you gonna do about it? Fuck her, if you can."

Shuhua is bratty, but just as much as she is bratty, she is also light. You easily place her nude frame on your thigh, her still dripping, creaming heat right on your skin. She hisses and you tighten your grip on her throat.

"I'm going to make you cum—you know I can, it's super easy—but only if you tell those two friends of yours to make Minju cum until she passes out.”

“Fuck, bastard,” Shuhua hisses. With your thumb on her clit, this is easily the quietest and tamest she has been for hours. Her body twitches, an honest reaction to how much she is addicted to the mind-blowing orgasms you can get out of her. Such a small finger, yet she is squirming, contemplating, faltering.

“Those two are so cruel,” you tell Shuhua, nose deep in her greasy hair. “They fuck her so hard, just to pull out at the last moment. Why do you want to torture Minju so bad?”

“Be-because she needs to get to the-the point.”

“What point?”

“The point where sex is no fun. She can go forever. She will never stop, your—fuck—plan to make her p-pass out, useless.”

This explains a lot. The Angel is insatiable, her lust seems infinite, but Shuhua’s plan—won’t it make things worse? At some point, SinB and Eunha will have to stop and Minju will be more desperate than ever. She will wobble through the house, tackle you the second she sees you and will force your cock in her pussy no matter what. A true tragedy.

“Well, I don’t care,” you say and tug at one of Shuhua’s nipples, she bites her fingers. “You’ve been too greedy, time for her to—”

“Fuck, fine.

“SinB, don’t hold back. Eunha, suck her tits, overstimulate this bitch!”

“What?” the two ask in unison and disbelief.

“Do-don’t ask questions, please, just do it!”

The way the two purple plastic cocks move in and out of Minju with the sole goal of too much pleasure has you satisfied and in a new heat, your cock hardening slowly but surely. With an ever increasing rhythm, you move your thigh up and down and Shuhua starts to ride, her loudness increasing again. She is as close as Minju and it only takes SinB pulling those messed up oak strands, you to rub Shuhua’s clit, for them both to explode. 

You focus not on Shuhua shuddering, shaking on you, but at Minju’s expression. Her eyes jump wide, then tears shoot out and flow down, just to be blocked by SinB’s hands on her mouth. She’d be so loud, words messier than her hair would fill the room. After this peak, both collapse. Shuhua meets the floor, Minju falls on top of Eunha, who still thrusts, even spanks the Angel’s ass. 

You’re hard again. Where is this going to end?

[mysumeow]

──CYCLE

ᓚᘏᗢ WARNINGS: Gender-neutral reader. Implied established relationship. 100% sfw.

ᓚᘏᗢ SUMMARY: Jamil gets sick and reader takes care of him.

ᓚᘏᗢ WORD COUNT: 1k.

ᓚᘏᗢ A/N: im so happy i got jamil's applepom ssr :'DDD i knew i wanted that ssr the moment it was released in the japanese server TT_TT

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The first few seconds after Jamil woke up, he registered a faint warmth that blossomed from his chest and broadened to the rest of his body.

It was a matter of time for said warmth to become unpleasant, however. Little by little, he noticed the dullness and soreness of his limbs, along with the annoying pain that sliced through his throat.

A fever.

Jamil recalled the last situations he was involved in that could’ve led to this result.

Ah, yes. It was yesterday. The day began with clear skies. Next thing he knew, gray clouds that harbored thunders and lighting covered the sky. He realized Kalim was outside and could get soaked by the rain if he didn’t hurry, which would end up in the housewarden getting sick, and, as a dutiful attendant, he couldn’t allow that.

By the time he found an umbrella, it was already raining. Left with no choice, Jamil went headfirst into the downpour.

A shiver struck through Jamil, cutting his recall short. As he rolled to the other side, he embraced himself under the blankets.

It was only after this change of position that he spotted you. He saw you sitting on a chair next to his bed, your head down and on the verge of losing your balance if you didn’t wake up soon.

“Hey,” he grimaced when the sting in his throat became stronger. “You’re about to fall from the chair. Wake up.”

You blinked the drowsiness away and stretched.

“Hi, Jamil. Did you sleep well?”

Even though Jamil nodded, his expression devoid of any joy didn’t convince you. You’d checked his temperature earlier, and it was a whopping 39 °C, so it was safe to assume he felt awful.

You got up and removed the wet cloth that was on his forehead.

He wasn’t one to fall sick often, but when he did, it hit him hard. In other instances, he would take ibuprofen and deal with it in silence. He couldn’t ignore his responsibilities due to a cough and sore throat.

“I’m going to dampen it again, okay? I’ll be back,” you said, heading in the bathroom's direction.

His eyes followed your retreating figure, his head in atypical quietude.

Being taken care of…Jamil acknowledged to himself that it felt refreshing. Don’t ask him about it, though. He would deny it. Nevertheless, there was a tiny uneasiness that stemmed from not being used to being this level of vulnerability.

You emerged back from the bathroom. With the damp cloth on your hand, you were about to place it on his forehead, but Jamil stopped you. His recalling about yesterday’s events made him remember he needed to keep an eye on Kalim!

“I’ve got to prepare Kalim’s breakfast,” he jumped out of bed and walked a couple of steps before dizziness made him falter. If not for your effort to get him back to bed, he would’ve tripped.

“Breakfast? It’s past midday.”

Jamil’s eyes opened like saucers. “What! You could’ve woken me up earlier!”

You shook your head disapprovingly as he tried, for a second time, to get up. You pushed him back to bed again.

“Do you think you’re in conditions to carry on with your usual schedule? When you can’t even stand up without losing footing?”

He was a stubborn one when it came to being responsible, and even if he wanted to insist, the fever obfuscated his train of thought.

Jamil watched you brush away the disheveled hair strands that were on his forehead, combing your fingers through the long locks of hair with gentleness. His heartbeat picked up, but he convinced himself it was because of the fever and definitely not because of a different kind of warmth that ignited within. Unlike the hot temperature caused by the illness, this one was pleasant.

The tender sensation had an abrupt interruption from a second shiver that ran up his spine; goosebumps rose.

“I hate this. I feel like I’m freezing.” Jamil lamented, irritated at his state.

Jamil closed his eyes for a moment, with the intention of coming up with a plan to get back on track as soon as possible.

An unexpected shift on the bed prompted him to look at the source of it: you were cuddling him.

“You’re going to get sick.” Jamil groaned. You snuggled up to him while he was deep in thought. Your arms were around his torso, with your cheek squished on his chest.

“It’s okay. I’ll help you stay warm.” 

In other circumstances, he would’ve put up a little bit more resistance since he didn’t want to infect you. Anyways, he knew you wouldn’t listen, and he didn’t have the energy to argue.

Resigned, Jamil sighed and placed an arm around you. You got comfortable and placed a leg on his, his body was like a heater. He was in silent contemplation, and his lethargic breathing lulled you to sleep.

Within a pair of days, Jamil’s health recovered with swiftness.

You, on the other hand...

“I told you were going to catch it.”

The way he scolded you sort of reminded you of your mom—a thought you found quite funny and still laughed, albeit the discomfort.

“Don’t be so mean, Jamil,” Kalim sided with you. “The prefect spent the past days taking care of you.”

“Tell him, Kalim. Speak the truth.”

“Do you want me to buy you something? Do you want ice cream?”

“That could increase the inflammation. Don’t,” Jamil stopped the housewarden before he could worsen your condition. “I’ve brought enough medicine.”

“Way to be a killjoy,” you crossed your arms, pretending to be angry.

“I’ll invite you to ice cream after you’re healthy again.”

“Alright, I guess…”

After a few more exchange of words, Kalim’s club activities urged him to leave sooner than Jamil.

“Take these,” He handed you a glass of water and ibuprofen. “I also made soup. That should help you soothe the ache, too.”

“Will you feed me it?” you asked with a grin, remembering how bashful he became when you did that favor for him. “And will you cuddle me too?”

“I’ll feed you the soup. Although, I won’t cuddle you,” in spite of his serious tone, you heeded the timid hint suppresed in it. “It would become a cycle of both of us getting sick.”

“Fine, fair point. That’d be silly.”

[captainlondonman]

Book keeper to Workie

The employment agency called Rob to let him know that there was a job going down at the new building site as a book keeper and that he could start straightaway. Having been made redundant a few months ago he leapt at the chance and said of course he would turn up the following day. Not sure what to wear he decided better not too casual so put on a pair of chinos, a shirt and tie. He’d never worked or even been on a building site before and was not sure how it would be working along side a bunch of workies who were probably all quite rough.

‘However, it is at least a job’ he thought.

Turning up the next day he could see quite a large group of workies all in full Hi Viz with helmets milling around.

‘Excuse me, can you tell where the main office is please as I’ve come to do the bookkeeping’, Rob asked rather gingerly.

‘Christ what do we have here, a little posh boy looking ever so smart’ one of the guys said.

 ‘Shit lad you had better change a bit here with all of us. Make sure you use the word”fuck” in front of everything’

The others laughed and one said

‘Quit it lads, give the youngster a chance. ‘I’m Jeff by the way. Suppose you want to see the Boss?’

‘Yes please’

‘Go over to that portacabin and knock. He should be inside. Good luck.’

Rob went over and knocked at the door. A gruff voice shouted out

‘Who the fuck is there. What do you want. Get inside.’

Rob stepped inside and saw the backview of the Boss who was sitting at a computing screen which suddenly went black as he went in. The Boss swiveled round in his chair. He was large with shaven sides to his hair but a short cut dark black centre . He had a thick but well trimmed beard and was stocky built wearing, rigger boots, jeans, white shirt and tie and padded Hi Viz jacket.  When he stood up Rob could see he must be around 6’3” and for a moment Rob could see a large bulge down one side of his jeans before the Boss put his hands over.

‘Christ he must have been looking at some porn site’ Rob thought

‘So who the hell are you barging in?’

‘I’m your bookkeeper’

‘Oh right. I didn’t expect a pretty college type guy.’

‘I hope I don’t disappoint’, Rob said timidly

‘Na, need to see how you work but I reckon you’ll fit in nicely. Here’s the computer which you can turn on and find the bookkeeping programme. You’ll see a pile of invoices you need to sort out and record. Ok? I’ll let you get on as I have some business to deal with.’

‘Just before you go can you tell me where the toilets are.’

‘Most guys here just pee outside but if you need a shit then the block is 2 portacabins down.’

As the Boss went to open the door and free his hands from his crotch Rob could see that his cock was still straining against the jeans.

He heard the Boss shout out.

‘Hey Jeff get over here and follow me.’

Rob looked out the side open window to see what was going on and saw the Boss standing at the side of the van thinking he was out of sight from all the lads, and was rubbing his crotch, his hand slowly grasping the full length of his dick inside the jeans. Jeff came round the side and stood in front of the Boss.

‘I was all ready for a fucking wank and that new boy came in just as was looking at some great guys in HiViz going at it on the screen. Thank Christ I didn’t have my cock out but I tell you, Jeff, I’m still feeling fucking horny so you know what to do.’

Jeff put his hand out and slowly let one hand move up and down the Boss’s crotch.

‘Shit Boss, you have the best cock around, so fucking meaty and what a bloody great bulge it makes.’

‘Fuck the bulge boy, unzip me and get your hand inside.’

Jeff unzipped and let his hand inside moving it all the way down the long shaft, making sure his hand was firmly around it. With his other hand he unbuttoned the top of the jeans so he could pull the cock out. As he did he purposely took the hand away so the full meaty dick could bounce up showing it fully erect making it almost vertical such was its hardness.

Rob looked closely and could see a good 8” thick cock with shiny head fully exposed.

Jeff was in full Hi Viz, trousers with dirty T shirt and Hiviz vest. He started rubbing his own crotch.

‘Making me feel fucking horny Boss.’

‘You know what to do now.’

Jeff got down on his knees his eyes level with the cock he was about to suck.

‘No messing Jeff, I’m fucking horny and need to unload so get this down yer throat and suck big time.’

Jeff put his arms around the Boss’s thighs as he moved in to take the head. He let his tongue lick across the tip and around the head covering it with his spit, the Boss’s cock jerking as he did. Opening his mouth wide he started to slowly take the large diameter and let the cock slip further into his mouth. The Boss  needed to cum so he took hold of Jeff’s head with his hairy hands and forced his head the full length down the shaft causing Jeff to gag for a few seconds as his saliva spilt out of his mouth and down his Hi Viz vest.

‘That’s more like it’

Rob peering out from the side window could not believe his eyes. Here was the Boss ordering one of the workies to give him a blow job and the guy was doing exactly as he was told and even more seemed to be enjoying it. But it wasn’t just the two of them enjoying. Rob’s own cock was fully erect and he could now feel some precum oozing out of his chinos. Watching without the others knowing was turning him on even more. And what a cock the Boss had.

The Boss started to work Jeff’s head up and down the full length and now Jeff was able to take in the Boss’s full manhood. Jeff’s mouth was tight against the Boss’s pubes. The Boss was fully in control with Jeff on his knees and the Boss ramming his cock in a out of Jeff’s face.

‘Christ you suck well. Glad you saw sense and joined the crew. I like my guys as real men not office guys. Go on take the full length, you know you love my dick, Take it the whole way down your throat. I’m so horny from the porn site and now you sucking me off that I’m ready to come. So let that throat of yours take it all. I don’t want any wasted. Go on boy suck I’m ready

And with one final push into Jeff’s face, the Boss flung his head back as his spunk shot out into Jeff’s throat. Rob could hear the Boss groaning with pleasure

‘Take it all and then wipe your mouth clean. Don’t want you walking around with my spunk on your chin. Well done that feels better” he said giving his cock a shake and using his hand to wipe off any remaining spunk ‘ Now off you go and get some work done and make sure that prick of your is not bulging out as it is now. You’ll get your turn soon enough.’

Rob quickly got back to his seat in case the Boss came back in and he needed to hide his own erection so no one could see.

His stiff pole refused to go down and Rob thought the only thing is to get to the loos and have a wank. So putting his hands in his pocket to hide the bulge he left the office and found the loo portacabin. There was thankfully no one inside so he went into one of the cubicles but there was no lock on the door

‘Christ I have to cum after seeing the Boss’s cock being sucked off, not sure what to do.’

As he considered, the main door opened and 2 of the workies came in and went to the urinals. Rob could hear them unzipping their HiViz trousers and getting their cocks out to pee.

Rob was worried he would have more precum oozing out so quietly undid his zip and pulled out his cock. He could hear the pee gushing out from the two guys.

‘Not sure what they put in the tea mate but it sure makes you pee.’

As they finished and started to shake themselves one said to the other

‘I’d forgotten what a great cock you have’

‘Yours ain’t bad either mate in fact we are probably the same size. Lets see.’

They turned round towards each other and placed their cocks side by side.

‘Yeah pretty much the same when like this but more important if they are the same when we have a boner.’ And with that the guy put his hand around both cocks and started to stroke up and down.

‘Looks like they are growing at the same rate. Let me do it a bit more.’ He then took his full hand around the shafts and started yanking more forcefully.

‘Christ Bob, I luv my cock rubbing against yours and seeing them stiff together.’ ‘Still looks as if they are the same.’

‘Unbutton your trousers Jake’

Jake did as told and then Bob with his other hand pulled out the rear of the trousers and let his hand slip down Bob’s hairy crack, all the time masturbating both cocks with the other hand.

‘You know what I like Bob.’

‘Should do after all this time.’

Bob let one of his fingers ease itself in to Jake’s arse and as Jake moved his arse out to take it so Jake slid another and then another until 4 fingers were full up the hole.

‘Go on Bob move them around so I feel ready.’

‘So Jake it seems our stiff dicks are pretty much the same so when I fuck you now you can imagine as if you are fucking yourself.’

Rob was looking at all of this though a crack in the slightly open door, his own cock out and his hand now starting to work the shaft. This was too much.

‘If the Boss had thought he was horny Christ I’m so ready to burst.’

 He was terrified to breathe in case they could hear but by now the guys were so into each other they would not notice.

‘That arse of yours Jake is now nice and moist, I can feel my fingers really wet. Feels as if you are ready.’

‘What do you fucking think with those fingers moving around inside me. You ain’t a doctor but a great fuck ‘

Bob pulled down the rear of Jake’s Hi Viz and Rob was able to see a nice hairy arse with a good pair of meaty cheeks.

‘I’m fucking ready for that cock of yours or mine if you think that way.’

‘Tell you what Jake why don’t you let a big gob of spit onto my dick and then its part of you being fucked.’

Jake gathered all his spit and let it fall onto Bob’s gleaming head.

‘Now work that in a bit as if it’s yer own.’

Jake rubbed his spit up and down Bob’s shaft and then put both arms up resting against the wall as Bob moved behind taking his cock and setting in against the crack.

‘Luv that hairy arse of yours as I see my cock slipping all the way up. Now push yer arse out to take it all man.’

Bob was now standing right behind and put his hands on Jake’s hips positioning himself and his cock for full entry.

He gently pushed the head in feeling it get past the opening and as he did Jake moved his arse further back groaning with pleasure. Bob’s cock slid further in, taking his time enjoying the sensation until Jake’s arse was firmly set against Bob’s Hi Viz zip opening.

‘So you like being self fucked.’

‘ Sure do but I tell you what when your get the Boss’s cock up you, you sure know. He ain’t the Boss for nothing with that thick dick of his.’

‘Well for now you’ll have to make do with my prick and don’t worry I’ve as much spunk as the Boss.’

‘So get on and fuck me and let me feel your nylon HiViz smack against me and then I know you’re fully up me.’

‘Ok mate you asked to be fucked so I’ll fuck you.’

With that Bob started rough fucking, ramming his dick up and down the full length and every time Jake seemed to stick his arse out even further to take every push. The more he rammed in the more excited Bob got.

‘Fucking take it, you want cock and I’m giving it to you and a full wad of spunk to boot.’

By now Rob’s hand was wanking furiously. On the one hand he wanted to be fucking Jake but seeing the way Bob was fucking, his own arse became moist at the thought of it up him.

‘I’m cumming man so take  it all, shit there’s loads going up you. Go on wank yourself and cum too.’

‘What the hell do you think I’m doing. I want us to come together. Two same cocks spurting their load.’

‘Well do it now, Jesus I’m cumming man.’ and with one final push he let out a loud groan as he pumped Jake, whose head shot back as he shot his load into the urinal.

Seeing the two guys was too much for Rob and with one hand over his mouth to stifle any noise his cock erupted a ton of spunk against the cubicle door.

‘Fasten up yer HiViz Jake, I want you to go around today with all my spunk up yer arse.’

‘Don’t worry I love feeling you still inside me but I’d better give the pisspot here a quick clean. You leave first and then no one will know what we have been up to.’

‘You’ve got to be joking man , we are all at it here, makes no difference. We fuck more than we work.’

The guys eventually left after some cleaning and then Rob wiped his cock clean and then took all the spunk that had been running down the door. Tucking himself back, in making sure his chinos were not stained he quietly left and went back to the office.

‘What sort of place have I come to’ he said to himself.

As he was wading through the invoices to put on the computer the Boss came in with a mug of tea and bunch of Hi Viz clothing and dropped the items down in front of Rob.

‘The lads are saying it is better for you to wear the same gear when you are on site. It’s up to you whether you change here or come from home in it but either way while you are here you wear these clothes. I’ve picked out what I think is your size and anyway you have to have rigger boots and a Hi viz vest and helmet to meet regulations. So I’ll let you change now. You might as well get used to it.

You can have the cuppa after. OK? I’ll let you get on.’

Rob thought this seemed a bit far fetched but having seen some of lads and then witnessed what had gone on at the toilet block, he decided it might be a good idea and he might feel like one of the workies. He undressed, carefully folded his clothes and put on the HiViz polo shirt, then the trousers and then the vest all I bright orange with the company logo on the back. He had noticed that the two guys getting off had not been wearing underwear so he decided to do the same. Even the rigger boots were the right size. He saw a mirror in a corner and went to stand in front. Apart from looking so clean he almost looked a workie and immediately he felt his cock starting to strain inside and already it was pressing against his trousers forming a decent looking pole.

‘Christ I had better get back to work and take my mind off things’ he said

Back at work he started drinking the mug of tea the Boss had left and at first he thought it had a slightly odd taste but put it down to the fact that it was probably just cheap tea. But his cock still stayed hard.

Rob then remembered that he was certain the Boss had been looking at a porn site when he arrived so he checked out the internet at History and sure enough he could see several Hi Viz sites which he clicked on. Photos appeared on the screen of guys some just only in high viz, and then soon others were showing guys cocksucking, fucking, bondage, spitting into each others faces all in Hi Viz.

‘No wonder the Boss had such a boner,’ Rob thought as he started stroking his own stiff dick. ‘Christ this is making me feel so unbelievably horny. I didn’t think I could feel like this. Shit seeing all these guys having sex makes me want some bloody action.’

Leaning back in his chair he spread his legs out so he could firmly grasp his cock through the HiViz.

‘Christ I’ve cum already today but I feel I need to shoot another load,’ he said out loud

‘Then just as well we have come to help you out, eh boy?’

There was no time to shut off the computer as he spun round hearing the Boss’s voice. Standing inside the door was the Boss, Jeff, Bob and Jake.

‘Well Boss the boy has a nice packet there so we need to help him out,’ Jake said rubbing his crotch.

‘So you have been looking at my sites, you dirty little fucker. Sure got you hard. Just as well cause I’m feeling fucking horny too watching you and those pics and I’m also ready to shed a lot of spunk Not just me but all the boys here are needing some action, ain’t that right?’

‘Sure thing Boss we all need to cum and the boy is ready.’

‘Right as I’m the Boss I get first’ he said unbuttoning his 501s ‘ shit this is difficult pulling out my dick when its so fucking hard.’

‘Get over here boy and see what its like to suck a real man’s cock’

Whilst Rob felt total shock something in him was telling him he was about to have the best initiation possible and get to really suck the Boss’ dick rather than seeing from a window. Whatever was in that tea worked and wanted not just a piece of the action but all, as he stood seeing the other guys rubbing their HiViz and all of them showing a large bulge itching to unzip and get the cocks out.

‘On yer knees’ The Boss instructed.

Rob sank down in front and looked up at the Boss’s hunk of meat.

Christ it was so much bigger sitting in front, it was so thick and he could see the veins straining underneath with a gleaming head now exposed

‘Now that’s a cock for you. Get going and let the others see what you can do.’

Rob took the prick in his hand hardly able to get it around the diameter and then let a gob of spit drop onto the head.

‘Good boy you know what to do’

Holding the cock firmly he moved his mouth to take in the head.

‘I’m gonna choke on this he thought as his throat muscles tensed. But Rob so wanted that cock now he knew he had to relax as he wanted to feel the Boss’s pubes against his face.

‘You can start slowly lad as you’ve probably not sucked too many my size.’

Little by little he started moving his mouth further and further down the shaft breathing carefully so not to choke. The further in the dick went the more he wanted to feel it all the way down his throat.

‘That’s it boy’ The Boss said as he grabbed Rob’s head and forced him to take the full length when Rob could feel the wiry pubes pressing against his face.

‘Now I’m gonna work you a bit OK?’

The Boss started pushing and pulling Rob’s head as the slurping sound became louder and louder and the Boss’s groans got greater.

‘Shit well done boy you’re the best cocksucker around. Sorry Jeff but he is. I ain’t cuming yet.’ and with that he pushed Rob back and his dick sprung up covered in spit with the head starting to ooze precum.

Rob looked up and saw that the other three were around him and had their dicks out beginning to wank

‘Christ’ he thought ‘I don’t think I can suck off 3 others’

The Boss lifted him up like a bit of clothing and turned him around setting him on top of the desk pushing him so he was stretched out on his back

‘So lets get serious now, that was starters’

The Boss grabbed Rob’s waistband and zip and pulled his HiViz trousers down so they were around his ankles, until the Boss yanked them completely off him.

‘Now spread yer legs’ the Boss said as he forced Robs leg wide apart and brought him forward so his arse was right on the edge of the table.

‘Now your spit has got me all wet it’ll be easier for you to take me.’

The Boss moved forward and put two fingers up Rob’s arse moving them around. ‘Nice glory hole you’ve got there. You’ll be able to take me’

Taking his fingers out he inched his cock to Rob’s opening

‘Boss I’m not sure I can do this.’

‘If you want your job and want to be one of the guys then you’ll do what I want, got it? Now fucking relax and it will be easier.’

Before Rob could reply he felt the Boss’s cock splitting open his arse and for a moment he winced in pain.

‘Once it’s all in you will want every inch trust me. Now guys I want you to have some fun. Jeff because you sucked me off today I’ll let you get your dick down the boys throat. You other two can watch and work yerselves up to cum all over our new mate here. ‘

As the Boss pushed his cock deeper and deeper inside Rob’s arse so Jeff took his cock in one hand and Rob’s head in the other bringing it up to meet his rigid dick.

‘Go on Rob take my cock down your throat once you feel the Boss’s dick all the way up you will be sucking my dick for all you can.’

Seeing Jeff’s cock slid down Rob’s throat made the Boss push further and further inside until his pubes were tight against Rob’s arse

‘Shit Jeff seeing that cock of your going down the boys throat makes me even hornier. I’m gonna fuck him rigid but tell you what boys you take your lead from me . When I come I want all of you to release your cum and you two make sure his HI Viz shirt is soaked with your spunk.’

Jeff took his lead from the boss and as he slid his full shaft in so Jeff pushed his cock all the way down the throat.

‘Tell you what Boss the fact he’s had your cock down his throat makes it much easier for me.’

‘Fucking hell,’ Bob shouted, ‘seeing the lad with a cock each end has me fucking going.’

Rob felt he had a cock stretching from his arse to his lips. Once the full meat of the Boss’s dick was inside him he wanted rammed but he could say nothing as he took the full length of Jeff’s prick.

‘We have one of the lad here boys. Once he has had this he will not be going anywhere he’ll wait for his morning cuppa and then we can have a good daily fuck together. Now let me get right up and ram you boy.’

With his hand firmly wrapped around Robs knees  he pushed in and slowly withdrew to savour the full entry. But he was needing to shoot so the slow movement quickly increased until he was slamming his cock in and out all the up to his pubes. The more he pushed in and out the more his grunts increased. And Jeff watching how turned on the Boss was rammed his dick in and out of Rob’s mouth. He wanted to cum at the same time and seeing how Rob was taking the Boss’s prick made him even more excited.

‘I hope you two are ready,’ Jake said ‘as watching you have all the fun has me ready. Forget the gentle wank man I’m rubbing myself for all its worth.’

‘Me too.’ Bob said.

The Boss replied ‘Bob grab the boy’s cock. Its so fucking hard with me inside him we had better let him cum with us.’

Bob kept one hand rubbing his dick and with his other he wrapped his hand around Rob’s rigid prick and started to wank him furiously

‘OK guys lets get ready to cum. I want a fucking fountain. Shit I’m ready that’s such a fucking great arse of your boy. This is the first but not last time you’ll have me fuck you. Shit it’s coming. Go on lads shoooot.’

And with that as Rob felt the pressure of the Boss’s spunk shoot up him so he felt Jeff’s spunk race down his throat as if both spunks would meet inside him. The intense pleasure was too much and Rob ejaculated with three great wads of cum all the way up his shirt hitting his chin. Bob and Jeff at the same time let fly with their cum their first shot hitting across Rob at each other.

You could hear a great sigh as all five shed their loads

The Boss withdrew his cock and tucked it into his Levis, a stain showing through from the excess he had not squeezed out.

‘Fuck’ he said looking down, ‘better wear my Hi Viz jacket to cover this stain when going home. Right young man you had better get yourself to the toilet cabin and clean yourself up. Probably best to put back your other clothes on but take the Hi Viz back home and wash tonight as I expect you wearing it tomorrow.

So hope you have had a good day. You’ve passed your initiation. In fact expect another session tomorrow after you’ve had your mug of tea.’

‘This is best job ever Boss and as for the HiViz I’ll want to sleep in it soon.’

‘Good boy that’s what I like to hear. If you continue like this I’ll have you on the outdoor workforce. You could do with a few muscles. It has helped Jeff who used to do your job. Guys here work and fuck but many a day fuck and then work.’

‘I’ll do what you want Boss.’

‘You will.’

[fanfoolishness]

Written for @summer-of-bad-batch for the prompt “Need a hand?” Crosshair knows he can ask for help, but it’s harder than it sounds. Post-finale, 655 words. [This might work as a scene in a much later story later, but I’m having trouble with that one, and this stands perfectly well on its own.]

———

Crosshair yawned. He hadn’t slept well the night before, waking up several times and then sleeping long after the sun had risen. It was time to get up and get ready. He shambled down the hallway and into the ‘fresher.

He stared into the mirror, frowning at what he saw. The stubble on his face was slowly trying to turn into a beard, gray shot through with white, coarse hairs slightly curling. The hair on most of his head was much the same, scruffy and wavy. After their cadet years he had always kept his hair short, irritated by its curly texture and the maintenance needed to keep it from tangling. After Bracca he’d gone even further, keeping it nearly fully shaved, and even on Tantiss they’d allowed him to keep it shorn close.

But now --

His left hand curled into a fist. His stump hung uselessly at his side.

He knew Hunter or Wrecker would grab the clippers or razor and cut his hair for him happily. All he had to do was say the word. It shouldn’t be so difficult, and yet…

Crosshair let out a long breath. To hell with it. He glanced around, looking for the clippers, but they weren’t in their usual spot. His eyes landed on the razor instead and he hesitated. Before he could think better of it, he splashed his face with water and lathered his patchy beard with soap, then picked up the razor with his left hand.

How hard could it be?

He set the razor down five minutes later, dropping it into the sink to let it wash clean. Bloody water swirled into the drain, and he grimaced, wiping his face. Multiple streaks of blood came away on the back of his hand. Close enough.

He turned on the hot water in the shower. He stripped off his nightclothes one-handed and stepped beneath the water, his face stinging, his eyes burning.

———

“Cross?”

“Hrm?” he muttered, toothpick wavering between his lips as he sat down at the table. Wrecker was already up, eating a bowlful of fresh fruit — probably his second or third helping — but it seemed Hunter and Omega were out with Batcher.

“You, uh, you shaved,” said Wrecker, giving him an odd look over his mug of caf.

Crosshair leaned back in his chair, shrugging. “Time for a change.”

“But you’re bleeding.” Wrecker reached over, holding out a napkin, looking concerned.

Crosshair froze. “Kriff,” he hissed beneath his breath. He reluctantly accepted the napkin, dabbing it at his face and wincing.

“You know, if you ever need a hand—” Wrecker began.

He glared at his brother, suddenly needled. “Very funny.”

“I wouldn’t joke about that!” Wrecker sighed, looking abashed and shaking his head. “You know what I was tryin’ to say. If there’s somethin’ you need, you can bug me any time.”

Crosshair looked down, balling up the napkin under the table. “I… didn’t want to ask.”

“I get it. Must be hard.” He pushed the bowl of fruit across the table. “You want some?”

“Sure.”

“So… you gonna grow your hair out like Hunter?”

“Don’t. You. Dare.”

Wrecker broke into peals of laughter. “Just picture it! We could get you a bandanna with a crosshair on it!”

“Wrecker, I will end you myself,” Crosshair growled, before a grin stole over his face. He chuckled, shaking his head. “All right. If my hair starts looking anything like Hunter’s, I’ll ask you to shave it immediately.”

“Deal!”

“Well, now that that’s settled,” said Crosshair. “How’s the fruit this morning?”

“Meilooruns are choice, but the berries coulda used another day or two,” Wrecker said. “Here. You take this bowl, and I’ll get you some caf.”

“All right.” Crosshair watched Wrecker bustling around the kitchen, considering. His face still stung from a dozen tiny cuts; he could feel them throbbing.

Maybe next time he couldn’t stand the scruff, he’d try asking Wrecker for a little help.

[cockslutpadalecki]

All For You

Summary: You’ll never be able to tell Jake just how broken you truly are without him. Just how much you still love him. And the constant cycle of pushing him away before begging for his touch at 2am will never end until you can.

Characters: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x F!Reader.

Words: 2.4K.

Warnings: heavy angst, smangst, lots of sexual tension, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), 18+. MINORS DNI.

A/N: Only six months late to the Jake bandwagon, but here we are. Based off song of the same name by Cian Ducrot Ft. Ella Henderson (definitely worth giving it a listen). Jake’s POV is in first person. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support our content creators by sharing our work.

You know it’s a mistake the moment he picks up. His familiar deep husk that’s indicative of waking from a deep sleep. It stirs something inside you that you haven’t felt in so long that you almost hang up without a word.

“Hello?” he repeats drowsily, frustration already heavy in his tone.

“Jake,” you finally respond and you swear you can hear the breath catch in his throat.

“Hey.” The word is only three innocuous letters but it hurts as if it’s a breakup speech and you regret being so hasty to call. There’s a brief silence broken by the muffled sound of him grunting, and you know from memory he’s stretching across his bed to glance at the clock.

You swallow deeply, trying to block out the mental images of those taut abs tensing and contracting. Rippling as he fucks you long and hard in missionary—

“Y’know it’s 2am, right?” His voice interrupts your thoughts.

You know what time it is without needing to look at a clock. Like when your body is so in tune to waking up at the same time every morning, yours is programmed to reach out to Jake at 2am.

“Mhm.”

He sighs softly. “What’s happened?”

You don’t expect the question even though he always asks. Oh how you wish he’d get angry and hang up. It would certainly make these exchanges easier to deal with, but he never does.

I felt a moment of you in him.

You can’t tell Jake you missed his voice. Missed him. You’re too afraid to tell him anything.

“It’s not important,” you brush off, quickly changing the subject, “so, how you been?”

Jake coughs, clearing his throat. “Are you drunk again?”

“No,” you say, but the wine on your breath tells a different story. In reality, you’ve been drinking since you got home an hour ago, cutting short your date with Ben by feigning a stomachache. You did— do— feel sick, your gut twisting and turning as you try your best to wash down the memory of Jake on your skin, but it has done nothing except exacerbate your thoughts.

“You always were a bad liar,” he chuckles softly and the sound splits you down the middle before his tone changes. “Look, you should get some sleep. I’ll call when you’ve sobered up.”

“I can’t talk to you when I’m sober.”

“Why not?”

Because I’ll say all the things I should’ve said a year ago.

“This was a bad idea,” you backtrack hurriedly.

“D’you need me to come over?”

You shake your head vigorously, momentarily forgetting he can’t see you before you manage to choke out a solitary, “No.”

You can’t have him in your apartment. The last time it happened, all of the hard work you did to move on unraveled like a spool of thread in a matter of heated seconds.

As soon as he stepped inside, Jake was on you. Lips covering yours, hands in your hair— on the fastenings of your clothes as he rushed to free you from them. You mirrored his actions, tearing into his jeans as you kissed away the taste of bourbon from his tongue. He moaned into your mouth, a blissed out version of your name that you swear in the moment you’d have memorised for life. You stepped out of your yoga pants and jumped into Jake’s arms, wrapping your legs around his waist.

His cock was hot and wet as it notched at your entrance, teasing your pussy lips apart before he slid his way home—

“Hey, you still there?” Jake sounds panicked.

Your voice is thick as you reply, “‘m here.”

“Just say the word.”

No. No. No.

But that’s not the word that ends up slipping out.

-

I know I shouldn’t have offered. Yet I find myself bolting out of bed the second she whispers, “yes,” despite the reluctance in her tone that doesn’t fool me for a second. The entire ride over to her apartment, I can feel the deep tremble in my bones, the anticipation of seeing her again setting me on edge. And when I pull up in the parking lot, it takes all of my strength to drag myself from the car.

From the outside, I look like I have my shit together. A line of women queue up around the block to spend the night with me, and while I might indulge a couple when I’ve stumbled home from a bar, nobody can come close to her.

It’s simple. I didn’t do enough. I should’ve tried harder. I should’ve fought for what we had. But I had my chance and I lost it. She’s moved on, yet there’s a still part of me that can’t help but grasp at these lifelines— these little glimmers of the good times, and hope that maybe we can figure out a way to make it work.

It never goes any further than a quick hook up in the dead of night. And while I still want— need— her in every capacity, those moments hold me together like loose stitches, just waiting until they break apart and dissolve.

Apprehension takes hold as I step up to the door, lifting my fist high in preparation to knock. I hesitate for a moment, heart thudding against my rib cage. I could turn and walk away now, let us both move on like we should do, instead of suffocating beneath feelings I can’t verbalise. But as I fly blind into a cloud of denial, I always accept the lifeline she throws me, and I hold onto it like it’s saving me from plummeting to the ground from 30,000ft.

I knock and wait for her footsteps. When I finally hear them, my breath stalls in my throat.

-

You pause at the door, hand grasped loosely around the handle as you try to summon up the courage to open it. After all the time you’ve spent trying to create a void between you, it seems equally pointless as it is gut wrenching that he’s merely only a door’s width away from you now.

Eventually you suck in a deep breath and pull it open, feeling like your heart is on pause inside your chest as you wait for your eyes to land on Jake, like you expect the time and distance spent apart to have altered his appearance into something ghastly and hideous.

He hasn’t changed from the memory your mind has preserved, and that notion alone has enough weight behind it to make your whole body ache. Your gaze finally meets his and you stand there frozen, still remembering the way his touch felt against your skin the last time you stood in this very spot.

I never should’ve said yes.

Jake hovers in the doorway as if he’s waiting for your permission, and you hesitate in giving it to him before slowly moving out of his way to let him pass. He crosses the threshold in silence, sliding past you as his hypnotizing aftershave follows behind. Just the slightest inhale of it is enough to send you spiraling.

He turns to face you, brows furrowed in concern. “I can go.”

You shrug your shoulders in an attempt to act aloof. “If that’s what you want?”

“I wouldn’t have come if it was.”

Please don’t say that. Instead what comes out is, “I shouldn’t have called you.”

“Then why did you?”

“I don’t know, okay?” you rush out a little sharply, using the sudden burst of ire to slam the door shut. “What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know,” he says, “how about the truth?”

You stare each other down for a moment before you storm past him, only making it as far as the kitchen until Jake is reaching for you. With his hand around your bicep, he spins you around to face him.

You pull your arm free of his grip and hiss, “Don’t touch me.”

He looks hurt. “Why?”

“If you start, I won’t want you to stop,” you break down, virgin tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.

Jake regards you like you’re the most fragile thing on earth with clear hurt in his eyes and you feel your heart crumpling at the sight. Quickly, he closes the gap between you and you put your hand up to his chest to stop him, but it falters the minute your fingers skim over the material of his t-shirt, and the hard steel of his chest beneath. You begin to pull away, but Jake grabs your hand before you have a chance.

His skin is hot on yours despite the cold outside and it sets your entire body alight.

“What if I don’t want you to stop me?” he whispers, his spare hand sliding around the nape of your neck to pull you against him.

“Then we’re on the same page,” you breath out before pressing your lips roughly to Jake’s.

The kiss is hasty and messy. All tongue and heated moans between frenetic scrambling to free yourself of enough clothes to get to what you want. Jake tugs at your skirt, lifting it higher and higher until it sits bunched around your waist, just as you reach into his jeans to pull out his cock.

With a husky grunt, he turns you around, forcing you over the edge of the counter. You both frantically tug down your underwear, allowing him enough access to your cunt to slide himself inside you.

There’s a sudden bout of silence between you— like a second to reflect that you shouldn’t be doing this and stop, but neither of you do. Jake tenderly kisses your shoulder, and you turn your head to capture his lips within yours once more. Slowly, he starts to rock back and forth, pulling out with sloppy wet sucks as he retreats and brings back with him deep, thick moans when he fills you back up.

You lift your arm, wrapping it around the back of Jake’s head to keep him close, not wanting to be given the chance to speak for fear of coming to your senses. It’s better this way— losing yourselves in the moment rather than blaming each other for how your relationship failed. Yet stray words still manage to slip free— hushed expletives and blasphemous grunts, amidst praising moans telling one another how good it feels.

Jake knows your body as if it were his own. Fucking you like he never left. And when you come, you wish he never had.

-

The early morning sun prickles against your naked back, warming your skin until it wakes you. Sleepily, you stretch out, fingertips meeting cold sheets. For a minute it feels like any other morning, until you remember…

Jake.

You sit up fast, grabbing the t-shirt you normally sleep in and roughly pull it over your head before rushing out of bed. The pile of his clothes you had both thrown onto the floor in a fervoured frenzy are long gone. The sheets where he slept are smooth. There’s no trace that he was ever even here.

Except between your legs.

Your heart drops as your body sags, the ache in your chest like a gaping wound, ripped open and raw. You feel so stupid, so gullible. How could you be so blind? And even though you were the one to call— knowing it would end up like this, you’re still somehow surprised that things haven’t changed.

Ben crosses your mind for the first time since last night and remorse hits you like a ten tonne truck. It doesn’t matter that you’ve only been seeing him for the past two months or so— you aren’t even necessarily exclusive— it’s still a betrayal of trust. One you won’t be able to earn back.

Tears ravage your body, huge sobs that echo around the room like a haunting symphony. You fall back onto your bed, curling up into a ball as you hold a hand to your chest in an attempt to keep your heart from bleeding through it. It takes everything in you to remember how to breathe through your cries, the anguish stealing away all cohesive thought as misery consumes you.

You don’t hear the footsteps outside your room, or the creak of the door opening. You don’t realise Jake is standing next to you until he appears in your tear-streaked periphery, looking terrified.

He places something on your nightstand before rushing to his knees beside you, reaching out to stroke your forehead. “What the hell happened? Are you okay?”

“Thought… you… left,” you manage to choke out through a fresh wave of tears.

“I just went to get us breakfast.” He glances at your nightstand and you follow his gaze— two coffee cups along with a brown paper bag sit there innocently.

You want to cry all over again, but for an entirely new set of reasons. Embarrassment blooms beneath your skin— white hot shame at allowing Jake to see you. The real you. The one buried beneath your grief.

Pushing yourself up, you keep your head down, not wanting to make eye contact. You chide and vilify yourself internally, wishing you could take back the last twelve hours.

“Did you really think I’d leave without saying goodbye?”

With a sniff, you mutter, “You’ve done it before.”

Jake scoffs. “Only because you force me too.”

Now you look up, staring him down through wet eyelashes and the elysium— the brief period of jubilation in his company all but melts away. He’s right and it stings. You create this shield— this barrier so he can’t do it to you first.

You clam up like every other time before— the words on the tip of your tongue, but you can’t seem to vocalise them and the constant lie you tell yourself finally becomes apparent.

It doesn’t matter if you’re sober or not, you’ll never be able to tell Jake just how broken you truly are without him. Just how much you still love him. And the constant cycle of pushing him away before begging for his touch at 2am will never end until you can.

“I never want to leave,” Jake confesses, “but you push and push until I believe that leaving is what you really want. If it’s not,” he takes the deepest of breaths, eyes pleading, but his jaw is set tight as if he’s expecting a blow to the face, “if you want me to stay, if you want me, I need to hear it.”

You feel the solitary word in your throat. Can sense it teasing along the seam of your lips until it spills over like blood seeping from a wound. “Stay.”

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[lilykatelyn-blog]

𝓓𝓪𝔂 15 - 𝓚.𝓢𝓜

Pairing: VampireDom!Seungmin x WitchSub!Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

theme: blood

Warnings: Feeding, blood, choking, marking, penetration, oral (m), no prep, making out, no prep, bulge kink, established relations, d/s dynamics.

note: tell me if I should rewrite it, this was written in a rush.

“Bitch, I’m hungry, let me eat first.” You huffed, pushing your boyfriend away. “I’m more hungry!” He retorted, following you into the kitchen. “You can survive, I won’t. I’ll die from starvation.” You groaned, grabbing a few chips and eating them. “Good, you’ve eaten. Please let me feed from you~” he whined, pulling you on his lap, making both of you sit on the couch. “Babe, I love you, but let me adjust.” You shuffled, careful not to stimulate his dick in any way, you already had a problem to deal with. “Done? Good, I’m hungry.” He muttered, nosing your neck and giving it a few kisses after dragging his teeth across the smooth skin. Giving it a soft kiss, he looked up at you for permission, waiting for your nod. Once you nodded, he sunk his teeth in, earning a soft hiss from you. The sensation always started off painful and then turned pleasurable, almost always ending with sex if both parties weren’t too tired. As pleasant as it was, it sometimes was taxing for both of you, taking a lot from both your bodies. The pleasant feeling took over your senses, and obviously his from the feeling of something hard poking your thigh. “You’re okay?” He asked, rubbing your sides up and down to soothe you after the process. “Mhm, just a tiny bit horny.” You mumbled, settling your head in the crook of his neck to regain your breath. “Mm, me too. As you know already,” chuckling he softly removed you from his neck and gave you a short kiss, which soon turned long and passionate. Your head was spinning from the loss of air and from the sudden intimacy, opening your mouth as an attempt to gain air, he took that as an opportunity to lick inside your mouth. Both your tongues got tangled in a battle which you always lost, but never failed to try to win.

“fuck, I need to feel you.” He pushed you on your knees, shoving down his jeans and boxers, throwing them in some unknown corner of your living room. He started stroking his half hard cock, pumping himself to be fully erect. “Suck, princess.” Giving him a few kisses to the head of his dick, you took his head into your mouth, slowly inching down until you got about halfway down. You took a deep breath through your nose, sinking down until your nose hit his pelvic bone. You were gagging violently and trying to calm your throat down, he felt unbelievable pleasure, moaning and grunting, he grabbed a handful of your hair and started fucking your face. “Fuuuck,” all the profanities leaving his mouth only spurred you on, hollowing your cheeks and fuming so hard that you could audibly hear the noise of your sucking. “Fuck! Ughhhhh.” His release coming out in little spurts, flowing into your mouth. “Swallow, pretty.” He softly caressed your cheek, completely doing a 180° after how he fucked your face. He moaned at the sight of you swallowing his cum. “Lie down on the couch.” He commanded. “Gonna fuck you, you don’t need any prep, hm?” Fuck that was hot, and to top it off he took your panties off with his teeth. Slowly entering you, the pleasure was unbelievable. Both of you moaned at the stretch. He felt like his cock would be cut off with how hard you clenched. He looked at you for confirmation to move, waiting for that small nod for the green light. Slowly pushing in and out, both of you moaned in sync. You both never managed to last long after he fed off of you, it was probably the sensitivity from both parties. “Fuck fuck fuckkkkkk, seungminnie.” His hand went up to your throat and tightened his grip, sure to leave a small mark. “Fuck Jagi, look.” He pressed your hand on your stomach, feeling the outline of his cock in your stomach. “Fuck!” You came all over his cock, only edging him closer.

“Fuck I’m coming.” His thrusts only sped up, you brought your nails down his back, surely going to have to be soothed with a cooling balm. He pulled out just in time, coming all over your stomach. “Fuck, that was good.” He whined, burying his head in your neck after you two showered. “Mmm, let’s sleep.”

[yellowflowerbub]

KINKTOBER

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Day 19: Hand Kink - Sexual Arousal From One's Or Another's Hands

꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷

summary. todo notices how you stare at his hands while he drives home from the gym and presents an idea to you

wordcount. 1.5k

pairing(s). aoi todo x afab!reader

warning(s). hand kink, pwp, kinda pervy reader, fingering, in the car, teasing, semi-exhibitionism, size kink, cum eating

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Todo put the majority of his focus into bettering himself. He took excessive care of his body, doing so usually taking up most of his free time. He made sure to shower frequently and moisturize twice as much. His hair care routine seemed more intricate than yours and he spent ten minutes minimum bent over the bathroom sink rubbing a plethora of skin cleansers and anti-wrinkle creams over every inch of his face and neck. He made sure to work out every single day and if he missed it, he’d do triple as much the day after. The only things he allowed to enter his body were water and protein along with any other healthy supplement that could ensure his progression.

His hard work showed greatly- it being evident in every polished and shined muscle adorn him. When he stood, he was plenty taller than you and unfathomably bigger. Besides his thighs being about as wide as your torso, his biceps rivaled your head in size. When he would hug you, his shoulders would completely envelope your body and in times where he happened to forget this, you’d nudge him until he released you with a great deal of apologies. 

Along with the other things that attracted you to him, his hands always happened to be at the top of the list. He poured just as much time into his hand care as he would anything else and you took great notice. You’d always caught sight of how soft his hands looked, his fingers in particular. The tips of them were wide and bulky and the nails around the other side were clean, filed, and short cut into a neat semi-circle. The joints running down his digits created dips that you had trouble tearing your eyes away from. His knuckles were bruised and a shade darker than the rest of his hand and back of his hands were covered in veins that bulged when his grip tightened on the spinning steering wheel.

“Babe?” 

You return from your muse, cheeks hot and nearly drooling. Had you been daydreaming this entire time?

“Hm?” Your body tilts as the car turns onto a highway. 

“Wanna pick somethin’ up from the store? S’ cheat day today so I'll get what you get too or we can just share whatever you get, pretty. Unless you want it! You can have your whole cheat day candy if you want it, babe.” Todo has always been quite thoughtful. He made a great effort to include you in the majority of hobbies that took up his schedule such as dieting or working out at his gym as you’d done today. You thought it was cute.

“Oh- right. Uh, I don’t want anything. I’ll just eat when we get home.” 

 For a brief moment his eyes slip to you, swilling up your exprespression then falling back to the road, “Everything ok? You usually get a little snack or something. Did I really take that long in my set? My bad babe-”

You interrupt him before he could manage to blame himself any further, “It’s not you, I was just,” you peek at his hands, “distracted.” He notices.

“Oh... Oh.” He faces forward, eyes directly connected to the road and clenches the leather steering wheel as the gears in his head turn. For a moment, the car was completely silent- your thighs shifting closer to one another and your nails fidgeting with the rim of your loose shorts as you await some type of response from your boyfriend.

“My hands really get to you that much? M’ glad I can have that kind of effect on you.” he admits, chuckling under his breath, “And you call me a perv.” 

You playfully nudge his shoulder, feigning annoyance, “Yeah, cause you are.”

“That’s fair but now I know we’re on the same level of perviness,” he purrs, “Only time I space out when I’m thinking about your body, is if it’s about that beautiful ass. Gym’s been treatin’ you well.”

Despite having been in a relationship for well over a year, you were still taken aback by your boyfriend’s forwardness. You tell him off but he persists, snaking a hand to cop a feel of your thigh. “You think I don’t notice?” Suddenly, the car felt a little warmer than it was a minute ago.

You stutter on what words you use to respond to Aoi as his palm burns on your skin. Feeling his hands on you, practically taking up the sp

The bumps on the unkept streets led to a jolt of the car, every bump bounced you a bit over the seat inturn digging his fingers a little further and a little deeper into your cunt. 

You clutch the arm rest of your seat and lay your head onto Todo’s forearm. The smell of his cologne seemed to be the only scent your nose could pick up, that and mix of whatever you would call that bitter gym smell. Even so, it was deeply intoxicating and gave your eyes a hard time staying in focus. You sigh into his skin as he enters you- your naked thighs subconsciously spreading from each other to create enough room for him. You stutter on your words of encouragement, every last letter getting caught in your throat and he coo’s at how cute you sound doing it.

Your attention shifts to the car window and the few vehicles that ride past it. The thoughts of one of those drivers taking notice of you panting against the tinted glass made you grind into the leather seat. The potential mortification you would experience if one of those curious drivers locked eyes with your own and to have that overwhelming embarrassment turn into guilty pleasure as Aoi would speed away from their glares. 

The tips of his fingers rapidly knead your walls while the large of his palm unintentionally press and rub against your clit. You tighten around him, every inch of you engulfing his burly fingers and he groans- eyes flickering between the near empty roads and your figure that squirmed in his passenger seat. Your hand comes to hold his wrist for dear life, only invigorating him further. The rhythm he once held moved at a faster beat with your hammering heart following suit.

Your ears perk at the sound of his hand firmly gripping his steering wheel while his other hand busy catering to your sex; the squelches of your pussy resounds throughout the car while you attentively watch his fingers delve knuckle deep into you, “Fuck-” you mutter, “Do that again,” He does so without a moments hesitation every last stroke now deep enough to caress your g-spot. 

Todo’s own groin burned- itching for an ounce of the attention that he gave you. It jerked behind his sweats while his stomach coiled at your volume yet he couldn’t have cared any less about that in that moment. The only thoughts that racked through his mind were disorganized, muddled, ideas of what he would do to you when he finally gets home or off the highway. 

“Yeah? That feels good I bet. You’re fucking clenching down on me,” He could feel his and your own muscles tense from everything occurring in his car, “My pretty girl. M’ so fucking lucky to have you.”

You felt drunk on his words. He’d always have that kind of effect on you. Despite never being poetic or poignant with his words, the manner in which he spoke to you- that rapt and enthralled tone which he used to praise every move you made completely whipped you. No matter how much he commended you, it felt like too much whilst feeling like it was never enough.

“Can’t wait till we get home. M’ gonna stuff my fingers in your mouth while I please you against our door,,” He finally catches sight of an upcoming exit, “Or maybe I’ll just pull over n’ ruin you in the car. What’d you think?”

Both of his ideas had your mind spiraling. The thought of him filling your mouth with his fat fingers, having your tongue swirl around them and your full cheeks hollow as you suck on them. His hips pounding from behind and making your spine curl. The mere thought was invigorating enough for the build up Todo worked you toward to snap.

Air was completely cut off from your lungs as your eyes screwed shut. Your voice raised and you spoke in inaudible whines you didn’t realize were pouring out. You gnaw on your bottom lip as repeated curses rake through your mind. It all felt too good. You choke out his name and he swore he almost came hearing it.

He pulls into a parking lot that's completely vacant besides the tall street lights on the outskirts of it then quickly shifts the car into park and eases his fingers out of you. He brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean. “Backseat.” 

You hum, not quite back in your head yet. “The backseat. I'm not done.”

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a/n: sorry this is wayy late. I got in a writers block and couldn’t bring myself to my laptop

Feedback and Reblogs are Appreciated!

[rosexhart]

Waiting For Sunset

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Gekko x Reader

• Accidentally running into the agents of Omega Earth, you are taken hostage. Hostages aren’t common for them, but you seem to be the exception. So much for your first time in L.A.

Word Count: 1.4K

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The day was already beginning to warm up. I was visiting L.A. to see if I would like the colleges here rather than back home. A lot of them having very interesting programs so it was time to see them in person. I took the trip alone despite the protest of those around me. The whole First Light event made everyone anxious still. It didn’t bother me though.

I walked around three colleges, all of them huge, and all of them way more than I could ever dream of. It was going to be tough picking between them. I sat down outside of a boba shop and sighed out. It was then that I noticed it. One of the places of the radianite explosions occurred. Parts of the building affected, free floating in the air, which meant the crater was also nearby. I decided it might be worth trying to go see it. Even if I got caught I could feign ignorance. I stood up and started towards the building. The sun was beginning to set in the distance, not quite yet providing that golden hue. It was a bit of a maze getting closer to the building. Only able to use it as a landmark to guide myself. Finally I spotted a taco stand, long abandoned, and smiled to myself. What I wasn’t expecting were five people standing in a small grass circle right near by it. I ducked down, hoping to not be noticed. They whispered among themselves. They seemed strange, like they weren’t meant to be here. I stayed hidden as one of them disappeared in a haze of purple smoke right before my eyes. I glanced around looking for them only to have a hand grasp my arm tightly.

A slight yelp escaped me, as they pulled me to a stand and threw me almost effortlessly forward towards the other four.

“A spy,” The voice was low, and toned in a way that unsettled me. Chills racing down my spine.

“I doubt she was sent by them. She doesn’t even seem Radiant.” One said kneeling in front of me. She had long dark black hair that was tied up into a pony tail.

“We can’t risk it regardless.” Another woman with white hair tied up in a short pony tail.

“Agreed. Tie her up, we can deal with her after we detonate the spike.” The long haired woman stated as she stood to her full height.

“Hey, wait! Look I’ll leave I was just trying to see the area.” I argued but the five didn’t seem to care. A woman with red hair pushed you down and held you while a lady with slicked back black and pink hair, zip tied my hands. They sat me back up and took a triangular looking object away with them as they went down a path on the left. Leaving me sitting in the grassy circle they previously occupied.

Gunshots rang out from the direction they went. Some were in more rapid bursts, others slow, calculated and loud. After a while, everything became quiet again. Then the same man who had disappeared into purple smoke came running towards me. A large gun in one hand, the triangular device hanging from their hip. They came over to me. Picking me up roughly. Their shoulder oozing a bit of blood as they did.

“Change of plans. You’re collateral now.” Their voice said and I stumbled forwards towards the right instead of the left like they did before. He pushed at me, making me go forwards as I rounded past a phone box, and up a slight gravel incline.

“Listen, there’s got to be a better way of doing-“ I started but was quickly cut off.

“Quiet.” They said as we rounded a corner by a box. A gun shot rang and the person pulled me flush against their body like a human shield.

“Hold fire!” Someone called out from the crates far in front of us.

“You shoot at me again and I’ll make sure you shoot them instead.” The voice garbled out. There was silence as we continued onto a hard metal surface. The figure shoved me behind a technician box and then took the triangular device and started fiddling with it. I couldn’t just sit here. I swiftly kicked at the device and watched as it spun out their hands. I smirked at my achievement as I heard footsteps behind me. The person disappeared in a haze of purple smoke and I backed up quickly, trying to prop myself up using the box. Gunshots rang out and I held my place behind the box for a minute as the voice I had come to know cried out. Then a rush of footsteps.

“Are you alright?” The same woman with long black hair came from around the box. I backed up.

“Get away from me,” I said moving backwards best I could as a small creature came running at me. It was yellow and tilted its head at me.

“No, no, we are the good guys.” I looked up to see a man with neon green hair, holding a small blue creature with some type of shell on its back. The small yellow creature garbled out something.

“Hey, dude come on. It’s not their fault.” The man said as he picked up the creature.

“Who are you people?” I questioned and the black haired woman took a breath and came closer. Cutting the ties at my wrist with a knife.

“We are Valorant.” She said helping me to stand.

“And you were not suppose to be here.” The same voice from before said coming around the box next to the neon haired man.

“What the hell,” I growled out

“Hey, it’s a lot to take in. Sage, we should take her back.” The neon green haired man said.

“I agree. She has seen too much.” The woman with the black hair said. I suppose she was Sage.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I started but I didn’t get much of a say as a neon blue haired girl rounded a corner.

“Can we go? I’m tired of just sitting around here.” She stretched out her shoulder.

“We have a situation.” Sage said

“Relájate chica,” The green haired male said to her.

“You relax after having to run through fire to get their Skye out.” The blue haired girl said

“Enough,” The purple smoke person said.

“We are probably confusing her more.” Sage said, helping me to stand.

“Do you want me to handle her?” The smoke person said as he came closer.

“Probably for the best. We will meet you back on the helicopter.” Sage said and the person grabbed my arm roughly just like the other.

“Hey hands off!” I cried out before I felt the world disappear around me. There was a haze of purple smoke, and I felt like I was weightless. As if I was in my dream like I was falling from some great height. When it came to an end we were on a helicopter bigger than I had ever seen. The person sat me down and strapped me down in a chair.

“Get off! I’m not going anywhere this is kidnapping!” I yelled and tried to keep them from continuing. They held my wrist tightly and came close to my face. Three slits of light stared back at me.

“It’s not kidnapping if you were breaking the laws.” They said and my blood cooled. I was strapped in and I suppose they were on some type of locking mechanism because I couldn’t release them. Soon enough the others came aboard. Sage, the neon haired male, the blue haired female, then someone I hadn’t seen yet. Another male with jet black hair, and a blue jacket.

“Yo, Yoru, you got lucky. I was one away from beating you.” The green haired male mentioned to the guy in the blue jacket.

“You can never beat me Gekko. I always am on top.” The male- Yoru, said.

“God you guys are insufferable.” The blue haired female said.

“Where are you taking me?” I questioned and they all looked at me.

“Who the hell is this?” Yoru questioned looking around at all the different people.

“Uh.. I don’t think we ever actually got a name.” The neon haired male said.

“(Y/N),” I stated pulling at the belts again.

“(Y/N), welcome to Valorant.” Sage said before the helicopter took off. They placed a headset on my head but silenced it. They all took turns talking but I couldn’t hear much of anything beyond the drone of the helicopter. I sat back. Realizing there was nothing I could do. So much for those colleges.

[neon-vocalist]

hey hey, minna-san! chapter 3 of mizuki5 is out! here's the google doc, here's puroeng's video, and enjoy! forgive my rambling in the translator's notes~ script under the cut!

[Scene: Kamikou. The day before the festival - A few days after Ep.2]

Mizuki stands in the classroom, a slightly sad look on their face.

Mizuki: ……

Rustling and the roar of students’ voices are heard from the hallway.

Student 1: Heeey! Did you get the fabric over there?

Student 2: Yes! Perfectly!

Mizuki: (...Finally, tomorrow is the cultural festival. In the end… I couldn’t send the message, and I came here… The festival… Ena has been so busy lately, so maybe…)

Student 3: Then, let’s decorate the entrance… Akiyama! Can we leave the internal setup to the puzzle team?

Mizuki: Ah… Okay! We’ve prepared the papers with puzzles and props, so I think we should be done soon!

Student 3: As expected! Well then, we’ll leave the rest to you— we’re counting on you guys! 

Mizuki: ‘Kay!

The door opens. Touya enters.

Touya: Akiyama. Thank you for preparing all the props. Sorry for leaving all the work to you.

Mizuki: Don’t worry about it! You came up with most of the ideas for the puzzles anyway, so it’s no big deal! Mizuki pauses. Mizuki, quietly, to themself: Actually, thank you for keeping me busy…

Touya: Hm? Did you just say something?

Mizuki: Oh… nothing! Anyway, we don’t have much time, so let’s finish this quickly!

Touya: Oh, yeah, you’re right. I’m looking forward to seeing everyone solve our puzzles.

Touya leaves. Mizuki continues to smile for a moment before dropping their happy appearance. Fade to black.

[Scene: School hallway, decorated for the festival.]

Mizuki: Um… Let’s see… Looks like we didn’t forget anything. I guess it’s all right now!

Touya: We checked it twice, so I think there shouldn’t be any problem.

Mizuki: Right?! Let’s go home, then!

Touya: Yeah. I’m going to stop by the library on my way home.

Mizuki: I see~ It must be tough to be on the library committee, huh? Well then, bye-bye! See you tomorrow! {Note: “Bye-bye” isn’t the English equivalent of some childish Japanese sendoff, they literally say バイバイ, “baibai.”} 

As soon as Touya leaves, Mizuki stops smiling and slouches.

Mizuki: Tomorrow… huh? (...No matter how it ends up, I’ll talk to her… if Ena is coming, then before that…)

Flashback to a young Mizuki on the Kamiyama roof, with their hair short, wearing a red boys’ uniform and frowning. Present day. Mizuki sobs, taking a deep breath.

Offscreen male voice: Mizuki?

Mizuki: Eh…? Rui appears onscreen. Mizuki gasps. Mizuki: Rui? … 

They quickly pull themselves together and begin speaking quickly, happily. Mizuki: …Hey, you’ve been working so hard! Is your class done preparing? You guys are doing a play, right?   {Note: Mizuki greets Rui with “otsukare,” お疲れ, used to greet others at work and acknowledge their efforts. Means something along the lines of “You’re working hard!” or “You must be tired [from all the work].” I’ve altered the literal translation a tad to make it sound more natural in English— Puroeng translates it as simply “Hard work!,” but nobody actually greets people like that here.}

Rui: Yeah. We just finished rehearsal. The actors have gone home to rest before tomorrow, and I’m cleaning up.

Mizuki: I see! I’ll come watch if I have time~♪ —I’m glad you’re able to put on a play at the festival this year, Rui.

Rui: Yeah… It’s all thanks to my classmates. Rui pauses for a moment. Rui: …How about you, Mizuki?

Mizuki, smiling: Me? My class is doing perfectly! It’s a quite complex escape room, so it might even trouble you! Come to enjoy it— 

Rui frowns at them. They sigh, giving a small, tired laugh.

Mizuki, softly: …You got me already, huh?

Rui: We’ve known each other for a long time, you know. …If you don’t mind, why don’t we talk in the courtyard? I’ll be done cleaning up soon. 

Mizuki takes a deep breath. Mizuki: …Okay.

[Scene: Courtyard, decorated for the festival]

Footsteps sound as Rui and Mizuki walk outside together.

Rui: Even though it’s already autumn, it’s still so hot, isn’t it?

Mizuki: Yeah. Kinda annoying. Rui laughs. Mizuki: Huh? Why are you laughing all of a sudden?

Rui: This reminds me of the old days. We used to stay after school, watching the sunset, right? 

Mizuki: Ahh… well, yeah, because we had nothing to do.

Rui: You’re right. Back then… we didn’t know what to do with the time in front of us and just let it pass by.

Mizuki: Uh……

Rui: So…… What happened? Mizuki?  Mizuki takes in a sharp, painful breath, staring off into the distance. Rui: Of course, if you don’t want to talk—

Mizuki: Uuu… no. I… want you to listen, I guess. …I’m thinking of telling them everything. Telling my group… about me.

Rui gasps. Rui: …I see.

Mizuki: Yeah… But… I can’t do it. Even though I keep telling myself to move forward, I… I can’t do anything. I’m… still scared, after all this time.

Rui: ……What’s the one thing you’re most scared of?

Mizuki: …I’m scared that they won’t accept me. But, the most is… I’m…  Mizuki begins to cry. I’m scared of changes… If I tell them… my relationship with everyone might change. And the precious time I spent with them… Mizuki thinks of the rest of N25, standing in the diner across from them.  Mizuki: I can’t stand the thought of it all… changing.

Rui: …

Mizuki: …Logically, I… I know it… I know that… they won’t reject me… that everything is… just me overthinking, I know, they’ll soon accept me like it’s nothing, just like you and the others did. But…

They shake their head.

Mizuki: Such things as they have no choice but to accept me— or… they have to be careful, and mind their words not to hurt me… 

Their voice begins to break as they cry.

Mizuki: If they think that way because of me—! …If I… start thinking about that…

Sobs break through their sentences.

Mizuki: I… can’t possibly bear it…    {Note: PLEASE go watch the video on this one, holy shit Sato-san is fucking incredible.}

Rui: …Mizuki…

Mizuki begins to laugh at themself. Mizuki: …That’s so selfish, isn’t it?

Rui: …Not at all… The more important the relationship is to you, the more scared you are of it changing… I mean it…

Mizuki sighs.

Rui: …How irritating… I can’t take your fear away…

Mizuki: ……

Rui: But… I’ll wish for it, for you.

Mizuki: Eh?

Rui: I wish for your heart to be protected… I wish for yu to find the happiness you can truly feel. I wish it for you… as your friend.

Mizuki: Ah… Rui… It’s… It’s time to go home.

Rui: …Yeah.

Mizuki: Thank you… Rui.

[Scene: Mizuki’s Room]

Mizuki:......

Flashback to KAITO from Ep.2: “Forward or backward, it’s all on you… Nonetheless, out of the pain you’re currently enduring… you have to choose the path that saves you. It’s all… to survive.”

MEIKO: “I will be watching, no matter how it ends. Even in the future… and to the end. I’m sure of it.”

Flashback to Rui. “I’ll wish it, for you … I wish for your heart to be protected… I wish for yu to find the happiness you can truly feel. I wish it for you… as your friend.

Mizuki:...... (...The fear won’t go away, but…) Nightcord notification noise. (Nightcord notif… ugh…)

Ena’s message: Amia, you there?

Mizuki: It’s Ena… Mizuki’s message: Ya-hoo, Enanan! It’s not time yet, though. What’s up?   {Note: Japanese greeting “Yahoo!” / “Ya-ho” (ヤッホ) is a casual, quick greeting similar to the English “hi!” or “yo!”. I would’ve translated it, but I figured it might be better to keep it as is… Just know it’s not the same as the English “yahoo!”}

Ena’s message: Sorry for the late message. About tomorrow’s cultural festival… I’ve decided that I might as well go.

Mizuki: ……!

Ena’s message: Actually, I wanted to skip it, but I accidentally brought home some condiments for my class stall. Just returning them would be too embarrassing, right? And I finished the assignments anyway, so I think I might as well properly participate… Because of that, why don’t we invite K and Yuki and walk around all together? They seemed kinda interested.

Mizuki: …Oh… (...I see… Then…) Mizuki’s message: Got it! Then let’s all go together tomorrow! And… Enanan, tomorrow… 

Mizuki pauses for a moment. Typing sounds.

Mizuki’s message: —Can we talk after the festival?

Typing sounds.

Mizuki’s message: …I want to talk. About what I couldn’t tell you until now. Mizuki’s message: Everything.

Mizuki sighs deeply.

Mizuki:  (I managed to say it… but…)

Flashback to Mizuki’s message: “Got it! Then let’s all go together tomorrow!”

Mizuki: (...In the end… I’m still weak… but…) (This might be the last time we can all be like this, so…)

Mizuki looks down sadly. Fade to black.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ THE PERFECT PAIR

ꔛ ⋆⁺ +.ﾟmusic store worker! fem! reader x semi eita, just fluff fluff fluff, i came up with this on a whim after getting asked out by my crush so this is why it’s so sweet without a single hint of angst. I am in love your honor

Ding!

The sound makes you whip your head in the direction of the shop entrance at the speed of light; after all, it’s not everyday someone actually steps into your shop.

The soon-to-be-client (you hope, at least), catches your eye after having stood in front of the vinyl section of the store, analysing the albums for around five minutes. You walk over, and as you do so, the handsome stranger is quick to let you know what he weaved you over for: “hey, I was just wondering if this one is still for sale?” He points to a colourful orange album, “there isn’t a price tag on it, so…”

You don’t let him think this for long and take this as an opportunity to showcase your business major skills. 

“No, no, it is for sale. It’s new, and one of the only items we had to restock, so.. pretty popular.” 

Turns out your so called business major skills are actually sort of lacking, especially in front of your intimidatingly handsome client. Your hands fumble with each other, unsure of what to do, before he clears his throat. 

“Great. That’s good to know, but um.. The price ?” 

You could die of embarrassment. You try to answer as straightfowardly as possile, as to avoid making this conversation any more awkward, but your mouth moves faster than your brain and you ramble again. 

“The price! Right, oh my god, I totally forgot I’m so sorry, uh, it doesn’t have a tag on, so I’ll just, um,” You scurry over to the back and manage a little ‘I’ll be back in a minute’ before you disappear behind the orange curtains. 

You come back a few moments later, to find the mysterious young man squatting down, checking out the vinyls. 

“We have some more upstairs if you’re interested.” 

At the sound of your voice, he noticeably jumps, hitting the top of his head on the upper shelf in the process. The scene makes you giggle, although you will admit it is hard to get up from that corner without missing the wood piece; you had experienced it many time already yourself. 

“No, it’s fine, I’ll just,” He hisses, and holds his throbbing head in his hand. “The guitar ?” He asks again. 

“659$.” 

You congratulate yourself on the curt, straightforward answer, until the expression slowly taking over your client’s face makes you cut your inner festivities short. 

“I’m sorry. It’s an intermediate guitar, so, these usually end up between 500 and 900$. It’s already a pretty nice deal you have here because this is one is on the lower side of said range, but if you really can’t, the beginner guitars are way less-” 

“I’m not a beginner,” Your interlocutor smiles at your genuine attempt to console him. “but thanks. I’ll be back.” 

Just like that, the door hits the entrance bells again, this time to signal that the student left.

You feel stupid for feeling disappointed. Nothing would come out of this encounter, but once again, your delusional tendencies got the best of you. Besides, his looks were a dead giveaway that he was probably swarmed by girls everytime he entered campus. What were the chances for him to choose you out of all the girls that would throw themselves at his feet? 

Only a while later, on your way to close down the store do you notice the little piece of paper that stuck out between the vinyls, just where the gray haired man had been squatting earlier today. Your grab it out of curiosity, only to find a bunch of numbers written down hastily.

Realization hits you; it’s a phone number. You try your best to decipher the numbers when the store’s landline phone starts ringing. 

You jog over to the phone a to not make the person on the other side of the line wait. 

“Hello ?” 

A voice you thought you would never hear again answers, and you wonder what you did for the universe to be so kind to you. 

“Hey, uh, I just wanted to make sure you found my number on the vinyls shelf? And that you could read it. Cause you’re cute and, Valentine’s is coming up..”

[jennyyy007]

Monster *ೃ༄

Cw: IMPLIED RAPE, ATTEMPTED RAPE, SA, captivity whump, military whump, carewhumper kinda, torture, evil henchman

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Whumpees breath shivers as they try their best to calm themselves down. They’ve been down here for god knows how long and they have no idea how much longer they can last.

They have multiple broken bones, purple bruises and deep cuts. They feel so incredibly weak and tired but the adrenaline doesn’t allow them to fall asleep.

Whumpee got caught on their mission. Needing to spy on another military group, they got too close to their hideout… so now they’re trapped here. In a cold and dirty basement, their wrist chained, hanging from the ceiling.

Suddenly the door opens and a man steps in. He’s wearing a full uniform, carrying a gun with him as well. It’s one of whumpers henchmen.

Henchman smirks as he looks the half naked Whumpee up and down. They’re only left in their underwear after the group took everything from them.

“P-please… Iii don’t know-“

Their lie gets cut off as the tall man in front of them flicks open a pocketknife, slowly stepping towards the terrified Whumpee.

“Mmm… You’re so stubborn it’s unbelievable. How can someone so tiny… fight so hard”

He chuckles as he looks down at them, carefully putting the tip of the knife on their chin, forcing them to look up.

“Are you sure you don’t just want to give up? Well make it fast don’t you worry…”

Whumpee makes another small whimper, unable to shake their head.

“No.”

They protest, just waiting for the torture to begin. Another cut appearing on their skin, another punch landing in their face… anything really. There’s nothing they’re not expecting… except-

“Why don’t we.. try something different for today then?”

Henchman says as he puts the knife away, flicking it close and dropping it in his pocket.

“W-what do you- mmean?”

Whumpee asks as they watch henchman making small steps around them, observing their body just before they stop behind them.

“You got a nice little ass don’t you?”

He says as he steps closer again. Fuck… shit Whumpee knows exactly what this creep is thinking…

They make a sharp gasp as the man grips both of their cheeks tightly, pressing himself against their back before he starts groping them.

“Mm.. Yeah it’s perfect.”

He mumbles as he keeps doing so, taking out his knife again before holding it against their throat.

“Scream and I’ll fuck your corpse.”

Henchman threatens before he quickly steps back once, gripping whumpees short hair as he suddenly pulls down their underwear.

“Yeah… I think I’ll take the back door”

He mumbles again while swiftly slapping their ass, leaving a red mark on it. Suddenly he removes the knife from whumpees throat and puts it back in his pocket just before Whumpee can hear a zipper.

No- no no!

“Don’t worry. You’ll looooove my-“

The basement door suddenly swings open and they can see whumper entering, looking down at his phone.

“Sorry I’m late I got a call-“

The leader tilts his head up just before he stops his sentence. They can see Whumpee with tears in their eyes, slightly forced to bend forward, their underwear pulled down with henchman behind them, his hand on his penis, slightly stroking it.

“What the fuck are you doing to them?”

He asks, rage in his voice as henchman quickly puts his dick back in his pants.

“I just- come on boss- look at them I just had to-“

Whumper grips their pistol tightly as they point it at the man.

“Had to what?! We have them here to get information. Not fucking rape them!”

Henchman puts his hands up in the air. If Whumpee wasn’t completely in shock, they would most likely let out a chuckle at the man’s pathetic and terrified state.

“I-I’m so- sorry Sir-“

Whumper steps a bit closer before he points at the basement door.

“Get out. I’ll deal with you later. Try running and I swear to god I’m gonna cut that pathetic thing off of you and shove it down your throat!”

He yells, making Whumpee flinch before henchman quickly hurries past the man, heading upstairs.

Whumper closes his eyes for a second, calming down just before he walks over to the traumatized Whumpee, making them flinch another time as he reaches to pull their underwear up again.

The man looks down at them for a second, not saying anything before he steps over to one of the tables with torture tools on top of them, grabbing a claw hammer.

“So. You gonna tell me who sent you here?”

He asks calmly as he looks in the still shaking whumpees eyes. Of course they didn’t expect an apology from him… but it still catches them off guard.

“W-.. why did you- help me?…”

They ask shakily, ignoring whumpers question completely.

Whumper bites his lip, looking down in their captives eyes. It feels like an eternity passes as Whumpee waits for their answer.

The man doesn’t break eye contact for even half a second just before he opens his mouth to speak, his fingers tightening around the hammers neck.

“Because I’m not a monster”

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@a-living-canvas

@watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees

@theforeverdyingperson @stuffandthingsandandrew

[thatfanficbookishgirlie]

Dean Winchester x Reader: Holiday Blues and Broken Promises 

Holiday Blues and Broken Promises 

Couple: Dean x Reader, (OFC x Sam a little bit)

AN: wrote this years ago but now, decided to post it. :/

It’s the week before Christmas and people in Lebanon, Kansas are already festive for the Holiday seasons. This year would be better, Y/N hoped, because unlike last year’s mess in another universe. Sam and Dean haven’t gotten into much trouble like before. 

Well, except they are dealing with information about Michael and his army in the making. 

Something always goes wrong around Christmas Time and the boys end up in situations beyond their own control. 

“Y/N!” You heard the voice of your best friend and sister in law, Samantha as she trudged into the Bunker kitchen with at least five grocery bags. 

“I was calling you for the last five minutes, what’s going on in that head of yours?” Samantha let out an exasperating breath as she asked her question. 

“Nothing,” You stated but the annoyed expression on her face told you that she was not willing to buy that excuse so you added, “I am worried about the holiday celebrations, we don’t exactly have a great track record when it comes to these things.”

“Damn. That’s true but come on, we gotta learn to accept this. I mean we’re married to Winchesters for goodness’ sake.” Samantha absent-mindedly stated as she begun to organize the kitchen shelf for the supplies she bought. 

“So you’re not bothered by the fact that Sam and Dean will miss any of the holidays?” You raised your eyebrow at her flippant tone. 

“Dude, you’re twisting my words. Of course, I’ll be bothered by that. It’s hard you know, being apart from Sam at times but I gotta get through it. I know that in the long run, he’ll always come back home. To me. It’s the same for you and Dean too. We chose to be with them, remember?” 

“You’re right.” You nodded. Of course, she’s right—Samantha has been married to Sam since 2015 and in a spontaneous Vegas trip involving Elvis. If anyone knows what separation felt like…it was her. There’s obviously more than she let on with her and Sam but one thing for sure is that those two love each other and that’s the damn truth.

As for you and Dean, the both of you got married months ago after Dean and Sam returned from Federal Prison—And now, the boys are back but they were busy in getting Jack and Mary back. 

“Y/N, I know it’s hard but try not to worry about it. Just live.” Samantha quipped before wrapping you in a short but tight hug. 

And that is how the Winchesters found the two girls. A gentle smile on each of their faces as they embraced in the middle of the old Bunker Kitchen. 

“Hey now, no hugs for us!” Dean smirked at Sam as they stood near the door. You assessed your husband’s appearance. He looked tired but clean. That was good. No bruises or cuts or anything, he was safe and it was all that matters. 

“Come here old man,” You teased, pulling out from Samantha's hug and slowly walking to him, knowing how impatient he was getting. 

“Sweetheart, I’m not that old.” Dean scoffed before grasping your waist into his arms. Your arms wrapped themselves tightly around his neck as you were pressed up against him.

His arms were around your waist and his nose in your hair, inhaling the scent of you. He missed that a lot. He missed you. You pulled away to look at him more closely and carefully. He was clean. Safe.

“I love you.” You smiled at him and watched a smile grow on his face. Your favorite smile of his and the one that he reserves for you only. 

“I love you Y/N” You sighed gently and heard the crack in his voice as he said that. Dean always got emotional when it was something related to you or Sam or the family altogether. 

“What’s wrong? Why did you sigh like that?” Dean carefully asked, his hand carefully holding you close to him. 

“I,” You started off but paused when you felt your tears well, “Ummm, I’m scared.” You whispered, resting your head on his shoulder. 

“Are you scared about Michael?” His gruff voice softened as he asked; rubbing your back in slow circles in hopes of comforting you, “Oh Sweetheart, he’s gone. I’m not…” Dean trailed off. 

“Dean,” You started off pulling yourself but still close enough to feel the warmth of his being against you, “That’s what I am afraid of you. I’m afraid he’s gonna come back and take you away from me again.” You revealed with your attention fully on him. 

“Sweetheart, he’s not gonna take me.” Dean explained, carefully cupping your face in his hands, “I am not gonna let him this time.” He placed a kiss on your forehead, “We’re gonna stop him.” 

Pulling away, Dean stared at you with love and sadness and fear…all swimming around in his eyes, “And that’s my promise.” 

You smiled back, quite weakly, knowing that some promises do get broken yet you hoped that this one won’t. 

Too bad you were wrong.

[faceless-mirror]

Chapter 3: Heart Beats

In a world where vampires are actively trying to fit in with humans, coexist safely and help each other, Vinny and his ESV(Emotional Support Vampire), Ricky, are getting to know each other and learning more and more. Adapting to the life in the contract they both signed, and are living with. As they do they border the line between Friends.... and Lovers.

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Ricky stood in front of the door, debating for a moment. He had a spare, per the contract, but… he felt like he shouldn’t just surprise Vinny. He took a breath, running his fingers through his long locks deciding on a compromise. He knocked before unlocking the door after a moment of waiting. He slipped in, heading to where he knew Vinny kept his drums, knocking on the door, hearing familiar drumbeats and that still peaking anxiety. 

He pushed open the door seeing Vinny having a headset on, playing electric drums. His hair was cut short now- he had taken the time to do that, but Ricky could tell now, that he had been at this for hours. There was a sheen of sweat on his skin, and his tank top was soaked. He sighed and leaned against the wall watching the drummer absorb himself into practice as Rick fed off that anxiety and fear, letting the younger calm down.

Finally when the younger stopped, looking up at Ricky, Rick couldn’t help but give him a comforting smile. “Hey, man,” he said softly calming his spike of anxiety, “no… i’m not here to tell you I’m not going to be your ESV. Quite the opposite.” he said, walking over seeing those green eyes water and he wrapped his arms loosely around him comforting him, grounding him. “That’s it… It’s okay now. You’re okay.” he promised softly, petting his hair. “I like the haircut… you were practicing really hard… let’s get you some water-”

“I…I can’t stop yet-” Vinny blurted out swallowing sharply looking up at him, though now that Ricky mentioned it his throat and mouth were so dry. “I have to be perfect.”

Ricky held him tighter, “B- Vin… no…you don’t have to be perfect.”

“Yes i do! Or Chris won’t let me stay-”

Ricky knelt and cupped his face gently, “Vincenzo. You can practice all you like… but you need to take care of you too. If Chris tries to throw a fit… I’ll deal with him. You need water… and food. Preferably some sleep too, but I won’t push my luck. Come on…” he whispered setting the headset down and pulled Vinny to his feet, holding him gently. “You’re going on tour with us. It’s okay.” he promised, petting his hand softly.

The young drummer stared at him before nodding slowly, starting to cry, holding his hand tightly. “Okay…” he got out at the very least lips shaking. “I’m… I….”

“No one is upset with you…” Ricky promised, pulling him into a tight hug, rocking him. “Let it out… I got you- I know that was really hard to do but I’m proud of you and you do have a ton of talent-” he pointed out. “You’re so talented… Chris didn’t give you a fair chance… springing that on you.”

Those words flooded relief through the young musician. Ricky could feel that. He needed it. It would have made him chuckle normally, but he knew that wouldn’t be wise right now. This boy- he had been through enough already. Losing a friend so traumatically… Ricky pushed it from his own mind and pet his hair. “Let’s get some food and water in you… I’m staying the night to be with you while you practice okay?”

He felt the slight gentle nod… and his heart felt a bit warm. It was an odd feeling. He felt it a few times… but he wouldn’t linger on that for now. He didn’t need a mess like he had with Chris again. Vinny would outgrow him… like Chris had… and all the others. Ricky would be nothing more than a blip he was sure. He had to be.

Relationships never worked with his luck.

But that never stopped the heart from wanting.

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Eventually Ricky had convinced the younger to drink some water while he cooked. So he had sat down, still practicing while Ricky cooked. He couldn’t deny it smelled amazing… but he was too focused on practicing. It had to be better. So much better-

It wasn’t until Ricky was gently taking the drumsticks from him that he realized Ricky had set his meal in front of him. It was a simple meal of baked chicken and veggies with cheese- but it looked and smelled better than any of the microwave crap he had been eating.

He looked at Ricky who merely smiled, those beautiful blue eyes looking into his, he felt the comfort. Anything to make Vinny feel better… right. But for some reason this felt… personal. “Thanks… I… I promise i won’t disappoint you… I just-”

“Vinny.”

He blinked a few times looking up at him.

“Don’t worry about that right now.” It was a gentle command… but a command nevertheless. “Just eat.” he instructed.

He nodded slowly licking his cracked lips, turning his attention to the food now feeling the deep pit of hunger that was gnawing at him. Raw and feral… Ricky was right. He needed food. He sighed softly starting in on the meal savoring the taste with a small smile. He didn’t know when Ricky got the chicken… or the veggies… but right now it didn’t matter. He was starving.

Ricky smiled to himself moving to do the dishes and clean up the kitchen that looked as if it hadn’t been cleaned in a few days, making himself useful. Vinny wanted to focus on practicing, the least he could do was take some of the day to day burden off of him. He was so bright in the vampire’s gaze. So bright and full of life and potential. He just needed the extra support. He could do that for the younger- he found himself wanting to do that. He wanted to see what he achieve. What he would create. He wasn’t going to hinder him, though he felt as if Chris… Chris may be moody about it. That wasn’t his concern.

Chris wasn’t his main concern at all anymore. He needed to remember it. Chris reminded him of that enough.

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It was late in the night now and Ricky had just finished cleaning the mainfloor, and went to the basement to check on Vinny only to see him asleep on the drumset. He snorted softly, gliding over to gently scoop him up and carry him to bed. He could feel his heartbeat… it was alive and vivid. Strong… 

Ricky looked over the sleeping drummer’s face with a small smile, “You… you are something special… I just know it.”