#made them in the seems to indulge myself and they had a baby and for lack of good name ideas I had them name her miki

[thecard]

Akimitsu baby would be really cute tho (feral child with Akihiko energy)

Bonus:

Unable to pull up the game rn but I made this of their sims baby (link to the picrew generator in photo description).

[minghaoes]

pouty cuddles [drabble]

mingyu comes home after a day of filming gose and everyone's been meaner to him than usually. what else could he need than being in your arms and dramatically complain about his members, who he loves dearly?

TAGS: kim mingyu x gn!reader, fluff, established relationship, the members are mean to mingyu but he's handling it like a champ (he isn't)

WORD COUNT: 800 words

a/n: my first seventeen fic !! i haven't written fanfics in a minute and i'm a bit rusty so it's shorter than what i will post in the future, but i hope that y'all will enjoy it nevertheless :) please let me know what you think and happy reading !!

Mingyu was pouting. His lower lip was slightly puffed, his cheeks looked a little rounder than they usually did, and his eyes, his eyes were big and brown as they looked right into yours. His head was resting on your chest close to your chin, and Mingyu could not stop staring at your face. His arms were wrapped around your waist, and he seemed comically small in that moment. 

Your left hand softly caressed the warm skin on his back, as the fingers on your right slowly played with his curls. Mingyu sighed quietly and leaned into your touch, not before exaggerating his pout just a little bit more. It was enough to make you coo at him and press a butterfly kiss on the tip of his nose.

“They were mean to me,” Mingyu said, the pout ever so evident in his voice. You suppressed a laugh and indulged in his behaviour. “Who was mean to you, baby?”

Mingyu closed his eyes at the pet name and pressed his body even closer to yours. His body felt heavy on yours, but still comfortable. The warmth radiating from his body was enough to keep you warm, to keep you happy. 

“The members,” he mumbled, and shuffled a bit further up. Nuzzling his face into your neck, he complained: “They said I’m always scared.”

It took you a lot of self restraint to not start laughing. Granted, Mingyu had not been telling you what today’s episode was about, but considering you know how your boyfriend behaved in certain situations, the members’ statement was not that far off from the truth. Yet, the pout on Mingyu’s face was enough to have you reconsider agreeing with them, even playfully. Instead, you opted for lightly scratching his head and pressing a kiss on top of his hair. “My poor baby.”

“Yes, I am,” Mingyu nodded. His lips grazed the skin of your neck and you smiled, hugging him closer to your chest. In response, Mingyu hummed and kissed the same spot softly. He kept kissing you over and over again, until he started speaking again.

“I’m not actually mad at them,” he confessed, and you hummed, “Who would have thought.”

“HOWEVER,” he interrupted you sassily, another pout already forming on his plush lips, “I’m not scared of everything.”

You smiled at him, but Mingyu only furrowed his eyebrows. Your right hand wandered further down from his hair to his forehead, to massage the worry line gently. 

“I’m not scared of being with you,” Mingyu confessed quietly. His eyes flickered back down, feeling less confident now that you reciprocated his gaze. “I’m not scared of committing to you. To give myself to you.”

It was your turn to furrow your eyebrows now. You tried to sit up straight, but Mingyu would not let you. Instead, you opted for hugging him with both of your arms around his neck. 

“Where’s that coming from, darling?”

Mingyu whined and put his head back into place right in the crease of your neck, right on top of your shoulder. 

“Just been thinking ‘bout marriage a lot lately, that’s all,” he replied casually, not knowing that the simple words made your heart beat just a little bit faster than it already did. 

“Yeah?” you replied breathlessly, trying your best to maintain your breathing. Mingyu nodded again, sounding a bit more insecure this time. “If that’s what you’re considering too. No pressure if you’re not interested. I mean, I would be hurt by it, but I respect any decision you might mak-” 

Giggling, you pulled Mingyu’s head up to press a kiss on his lips. Your hand was holding his cheek and caressing the soft skin below your fingertips. In turn, Mingyu’s eyes returned to your face, the same big and brown eyes you had grown to love. The pout was evident on his lips again, and in response, you kissed him over and over again, until the lovesick frown returned to his brows, his eyes softer than you have ever seen them.

“Of course I’ve been thinking about it too,” you admitted, pressing another kiss on the tip of his nose. Mingyu turned his head upwards, trying to catch your lips with his. He whined when you pulled away, his lips returning to his natural pout. 

“Baby,” he said, his eyes switching back and forth between your eyes and your lips, “that’s unfair. I’m still sad. Why are all of you always mean to me?”

You cooed and littered his entire face with kisses. Mingyu giggled at your antics and sighed contentedly. For now, you did not have to know that his members had been nagging him about proposing to you. The box he was hiding in his sock drawer was also completely unrelated to his theatrics. 

[tfwbluu]

PAIRING — ni-ki + f!reader

WARNINGS — no plot, sub!riki & dom!reader, pegging, reader referring her strap-on as cock, reader’s older; noona kink, overstimulation/edging, pet names; lots of good boy & pretty boy, handcuffs, some slapping, oral (f. rec), size kink; belly bulge, raw sex (stay safe!), face riding/sitting, some nipple play, cockwarming, some very light aftercare.

WORDCOUNT — 3.9K

NOTE — i just love sub riki so bad ( ꩜///꩜;) !! i couldn’t help myself but indulge myself in this despite me almost losing my mind over how i wanted to go w it but here it is . . . might be a bit rushed but idk anyway.

It had been a few years since you and Riki started dating, and your relationship had settled into a comfortable rhythm. Your sex life was, for the most part, ordinary—fulfilling, yet nothing out of the box.

Riki, who had been shy in the beginning, gradually grew confident and usually took the lead. You’d always assumed he preferred being the dominant one, something you were perfectly fine with. Most of your intimate moments followed that dynamic, and it suited you both well—or so you thought.

It was a quiet Saturday evening, the kind where time seemed to stretch lazily. You were lounging on the couch in nothing but a pair of panties and Riki’s oversized hoodie, playing with your phone and enjoying your day off.

That's why it completely caught you off guard when your pretty boyfriend suddenly tugged at the sleeve of your hoodie. His expression was shy, cheeks flushed a soft pink, as he looked up at you with those big, innocent eyes that made your heart flutter. He was kneeling in front of you, his gaze filled with something needy, paired with the cutest pout on his lips. In your hand, you held the strap-on he had given you.

You blinked at him, processing the scene in front of you. “Riki,” you started softly, your voice laced with amusement and curiosity. “You do know what you’re asking for, right?”

He nodded quickly, biting his lip as his gaze flickered down to the toy in your hand and then back up to your face. “Please,” he whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with longing.

You couldn’t help but smirk at how adorable he looked, his usual confident demeanor nowhere to be found. “Since when were you this needy?” you teased, reaching out to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing over the soft skin as he leaned into your touch.

“It’s only for you,” he murmured, his words making your chest tighten and the heat pool in your core.

“Well then,” you said, your voice soft but firm as you straightened up your posture, towering slightly over him. “If that’s the case, you’ll have to be good for me. Can you do that, baby?”

“Yes… yes, I can,” he stammered, his cheeks burning even redder as he glanced up at you, utterly at your mercy.

He was practically begging, his lips pushed out in that irresistible pout, making him look like a sad little duck. A part of you wanted to kiss him right then and there, but that thought was quickly overshadowed when he whispered his next words.

“Won’t you take care of me, Noona?” His voice was soft, almost innocent, as he rested his cheek against your knee. A wave of heat rushed through you, settling deep in your core.

“Mm...? You want Noona to take care of you?” you cooed, gently stroking his cheek, your thumb ghosting over his lips.

“Please…” he whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to your palm, his breath warm against your skin.

“Then strip for me, baby,” you commanded, watching as he stood up, carefully taking his time as he slipped out of his clothes. His eyes stayed locked on you, a glimmer of tease dancing within them. Meanwhile, you calmly adjusted the strap, ensuring it sat snugly.

Now bare before you, his breath hitched as you motioned him closer with a flick of your finger. Obediently, he sank back onto his knees, his body trembling slightly with anticipation. With a firm yet gentle touch, you tilted his chin upward, forcing his gaze to meet yours.

The stark contrast between his bare vulnerability and your still fully-clothed figure sent a wave of heat coursing through him. His cock twitched, already oozing with arousal, betraying just how much the dynamic excited him.

“Is this what you want, baby?” you teased, brushing the tip along his flushed cheek. He parted his lips instinctively, eager to take what you were offering.

“Ah-ah, patience,” you murmured, fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him back slightly. A soft whimper escaped his lips at the pull, sending a shiver of satisfaction through you.

“Please, need you so bad…” he whined, his voice trembling with desperation as he kneeled before you, his cheeks flushed and his eyes wide, pleading.

“My, you're so needy,” you mused, running the tip over his soft lips, your smirk growing as he kissed it without hesitation. “Are you always this desperate for my cock, baby boy?” His eyes flickered with desperation as he nodded, lips parting ever so slightly, his breath warm against your skin.

“Then be a good boy for me,” you whispered, your voice laced with authority. “Go on, show me how much you want it.”

Riki moved with ease, his lips brushing over the tip with delicate attention. He started slow—too slow for your liking—so you tangled your fingers in his hair, guiding him further down the toy with a firmer grip. A soft whimper escaped his lips, but he didn’t resist, surrendering completely as his warm mouth enveloped more of it. His eyes fluttered shut, a delicate blush spreading across his cheeks, the soft, muffled sounds he made filling the room. A thin trail of spit clung to the silicone, glistening under the light, evidence of just how much he wanted to please you.

“You’re making such a mess…” you teased, running your thumb along his flushed cheek, making him open his eyes gently.

You watched intently as he took in the whole toy, his breath hitching with every inch. It was slightly bigger than his own length, if your guess was right, and the way his body adjusted to it was mesmerizing.

His face was flushed, his breath uneven, and the way he looked up at you—eyes hazy with desire, mouth slightly parted with a faint trail of drool at the corner—made your heart skip a beat. He sucked onto the toy with newfound fervor, entirely caught in his own daze, surrendering himself completely to your control.

Just when he seemed fully lost in you, you abruptly pulled the toy away, a thin trail of saliva connecting his lips to the tip. A small whine of protest escaped him, his pout deepening as he looked up at you with longing. Before he could voice his frustration, you slapped his cheek, the motion enough to make him still. Then, cupping his jaw, you tilted his head upward, making him meet your gaze.

“Shh, no whining,” you murmured, a playful glint in your eyes. “Good boys don’t whine.”

“‘M sorry, Noona… ngh!” His lips parted in a quiet apology, but all that came out was a needy little sound as your fingers ghosted over his skin, flicking and fondling with his nipples gently. The way he twitched under your touch sent a thrill through you. Pulling him into a sweet kiss, you silenced his whines, letting his soft, needy sounds melt into you.

“Let’s move to the bed, yeah?” you suggested, breaking the kiss and guiding him toward it. Once there, you gently pushed him down, his wide eyes meeting yours, uncertainty flickering across his face as he reached out but hesitated.

“Noona…” he whispered, eyes searching yours.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby. I’ve got you,” you reassured him, pressing a soft kiss to his trembling fingers.

“Did you prep beforehand?” you asked, your voice was gentle yet teasing as you reached for the bottle of lube at the bedside drawer. Squeezing some out, you carefully coated it around the strap-on, the motion slow and careful. With a playful grin, you swiped a bit onto his hole, making sure it was well-coated.

Riki nodded shyly, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as he watched you, anticipation clear in his gaze. His fingers curled into the sheets, his breath hitching as you positioned yourself against him.

“Oh, but before that…” you murmured, mostly to yourself. Reaching for a pair of cuffs, you carefully secured them around his wrists, locking them to the headboard. “You’ll take it like a good boy, right?” you said with a satisfied grin.

“This is unfair…” he pouted, his lips forming an adorable frown at the feeling of being restrained. But his protest vanished the moment your hands settled on his waist, the tip of the toy finally prodding his entrance.

“You were the one that wanted this, baby, so let me take care of you without you interrupting me, hmm?” you murmured, brushing a hand over his thigh, spreading his legs apart before meeting his eyes with a knowing smirk. “Just let me know if it’s too much, alright? You know the word,” you reminded gently, finally pushing into him, making him moan as you filled him up.

“Fuck… yes yes yes, Noona~!” he moaned, tilting his head back in pleasure, not giving him much time to adjust, you began thrusting. “Oh fuck!”

“Yeah, you like it when I fuck into you like this? Love it when I fill you up, mhm?” you teased, your hips snapping into him with a relentless rhythm.

“Mhm… Noona… you feel so good inside me, ah!” he babbled, his voice laced with need. His cock, flushed a deep red and twitching with need, throbbed painfully as his hips instinctively bucked into the empty air, silently pleading for attention.

Your gaze finally drifted to his neglected arousal, watching as it slapped against his stomach with every involuntary movement. Without a word, you brought your hand down sharply, delivering a quick slap to his cock that made him jolt and let out a broken gasp.

“Poor thing,” you murmured, your fingers wrapping around his length with a feather-light touch as you began stroking him slowly.

The contrast between your relentless thrusts and the gentle care of your hand on him sent him reeling, soft whimpers spilling from his lips as he quivered beneath you. “O-oh… mhmm~ fuck—Noona!” he murmured, his voice unsteady.

“Such a good boy for me, taking me so well, mhm?” you whispered softly into his ear, your voice dripping with sweetness. You pressed a trail of delicate kisses down the curve of his neck, pausing to leave faint, possessive marks on his tender skin. Your hips and hand continued their steady rhythm, drawing the prettiest sounds from him.

His breath hitched, and his entire face flushed a deeper shade of red, the blush creeping up to his ears. He tilted his head slightly, exposing more of his neck to you as if silently begging for more of your touch, completely lost in the bliss you gave him.

When you pulled back slightly to admire him, his glossy eyes met yours, and he immediately looked away, biting his lip to suppress a shy smile. His chest rose and fell rapidly, the combination of your relentless movements and tender words making his blush deepen.

“You’re so pretty like this,” you cooed, tucking a strand of his messy hair away. The compliment only made him squirm under your gaze, his cheeks burning even brighter. “Don’t hide from me now,” you teased, gently guiding his chin back so he couldn’t escape your adoring stare.

“Y-You’re too much,” he mumbled shyly, though his voice betrayed how much he loved the attention. His blush only made you lean in to kiss his flushed lips gently, savoring the warmth of his skin and the way he trembled under your touch.

He suddenly felt a knot tightening in his stomach, the heat building rapidly as he teetered on the edge. His breathing grew uneven, and his hands tugged against the cuffs, desperate to ground himself.

“‘M so c-close… please, Noona, let me cum, pretty please,” he pleaded gently, his hips instinctively moving against your hand.

“Go ahead baby, cum for me,” you commanded and it didn’t take long before his release spurts out coating his abs and your hands.

“Y-yes, oh fuck..!” he mewled, his hips stuttering as he tried in vain to squirm away from your endless ministrations.

“That’s it… what a good boy,” you teased, coaxing every last drop out of him.

He mumbled countless “thank yous,” his voice soft and breathy, finally relieved from the overwhelming high. His brief moment of relief didn’t last long, though, as you resumed teasing him. Keeping the strap-on still buried inside him, your fingers began to playfully rub his sensitive tip, drawing out more desperate whines from him.

“Noona, stop—ah, ’m s-sensitive!” he whined, squirming beneath your touch. You ignored his pleas, continuing to stroke his tip as he writhed in sensitivity. “Mmph… p-please! Too much!” he whined breathlessly.

"I’m barely even touching you, love," you teased, giving his cock a few light slaps before resuming your slow strokes. He writhed beneath you, his body betraying him as he moaned uncontrollably. "It seems your body is speaking louder than your words, baby. Look at you, fucking up into my hand like you’re begging for more."

Your movements were subtle, your hand barely stroking him, but his hips did all the work, driving against your touch in desperation. His restrained whimpers turned into broken cries, the intensity building with each passing second.

“Fuck!” he yelped, tugging at the restraints as his body tensed, overwhelmed by the relentless sensations. He squirmed helplessly, unable to hold back as his release finally hit him. With a sharp gasp, his cum spilled out in messy, hot trails across his skin, leaving him trembling beneath you.

“There you go,” you cooed, your tone both soft and teasing, slowing your strokes to a stop as he twitched beneath your touch. “I knew you had it in you.” You smiled down at him, composed and satisfied, while he struggled to catch his breath, his flushed face a picture of exhaustion and bliss.

You finally pulled your strap out of him, his soft whine at the emptiness tugging at your heart as you set it aside. Slipping off your panties, you freed yourself from its confines, letting out a sigh of relief. Gently holding his chin between your fingers, you tilted his face up to meet your gaze.

“Want a treat?” you asked softly, your voice laced with playful affection.

He nodded obediently, his wide, eager eyes fixed on yours, but that wasn’t enough for you. With a sharp slap to his cock, you watched as he flinched, a desperate whimper leaving his lips. “Use your words, baby,” you demanded, your tone firm.

“Y-yes, please, noona,” he stammered, his voice trembling with need, his blush deepening as he squirmed under your gaze.

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Slowly, you moved to hover above his face, spreading your folds apart with your fingers, revealing just how much you needed him. Without a moment's hesitation, he leaned in, his lips latching onto your clit. His tongue worked with practiced ease, swirling and sucking as he savored your sweetness.

The room was filled with the melody of your soft moans and the wet, rhythmic slurping of his mouth, accompanied by his muffled hums of satisfaction. His hands twitched slightly in their restraints, his fingers curling as if longing to hold onto you, desperate for any sense of closeness. You rocked against his face, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure he gave so willingly.

“That’s it, pretty boy,” you murmured breathlessly, your fingers tangling in his hair as waves of pleasure coursed through your body.

A soft moan escaped your lips, your grip tightening slightly on his hair and the headboard as you watched him eagerly work his tongue, completely focused on pleasing you. “Enjoying yourself?” you teased, amusement lacing your tone.

“Mhm…” he mumbled, unable to form a full response as you grind desperately against his mouth, his cheeks flushed pink from both effort and the attention you were showering him with.

“Oh, fuck, yes… c’mon, baby, make me cum on that pretty face of yours,” you instructed, your voice breathless yet commanding.

Your words seemed to spark something in him, his determination intensifying as his lips and tongue moved with precision. His eyes stayed locked on yours, studying your every reaction, undeterred by your hand tugging at his hair. Your hips stuttered against his face, grinding instinctively as the knot in your stomach tightened, signaling your release.

“Fuck…!” you cried out, your climax washing over you in waves, your juices coating his lips and chin.

He didn’t waste a single drop, eagerly lapping up every bit, savoring your sweetness with a satisfied hum. As you came down from your high, your breaths were heavy and uneven. Moving off him gently, you brushed your thumb over his swollen lips, cleaning the remnants of your release.

“Need a break? Or can you take one more for me?” you asked gently, your fingers carding through his hair as you pressed soft kisses along his skin, your touch tender.

“One more... ‘ts okay...” he muttered, his voice slightly dazed, but the affirmation was clear in his tone. His eyes were half-lidded, still lost in the sensations, but he was eager to please you once again.

“Good boy,” you murmured, pressing soft kisses along his flushed skin. Moving to straddle him, you steadied yourself with one hand on his chest, hovering just above him. Guiding him carefully, you lowered yourself onto his cock, inch by inch, until he was fully buried inside you.

A shuddering sigh of relief escaped your lips as his tip nudged deep inside you, hitting all the right spots. Your head tilted back slightly, your lips parted in pleasure. “You fill me up so well,” you praised softly, your voice trembling with need.

You began to move slowly, rolling your hips to savor the way he stretched you perfectly. Your hands instinctively moved the hoodie up to rub over the slight bulge in your stomach, a teasing smile curving your lips. “Look at that,” you murmured, voice dripping with satisfaction, “such a huge cock for me to use…” You rolled your hips slowly, savoring every inch of him, your tone laced with playful dominance.

“Just for you,” he managed to breathe out, his voice shaky and strained, his eyes locked onto you, utterly captivated by how stunning you looked on top of him. His gaze flickered to the way your body moved, the way you arched, and his chest rose and fell with uneven breaths.

Biting his lip hard, he tried to hold himself together, but the overwhelming sensation was too much. His hands clenched tightly against the restraints, his knuckles white with effort. “Please, noona…” he whimpered, his voice barely audible, thick with need and desperation, trembling beneath your every movement.

“Patience, baby,” you cooed, your tone teasing but affectionate as you leaned in closer. “Let me savor you just a little longer.”

You took your time, moving slowly and purposefully, soaking in every moment while your eyes admired his flushed face and trembling body. Riki let out a small frustrated whine, but the pleasure coursing through him was enough to keep him from protesting further. It felt too good for him to do anything but let you have your way.

“Noona.. p-please… Can you move faster?” he asked softly, his voice almost a whisper, the slight pout of his lips making him look even more endearing.

“Since you asked so nicely,” you replied, finally moving faster. Both of you moaned in pleasure, the sounds of your arousal and wet skin slapping echoed loudly against the walls, filling the room with heat.

You leaned down to kiss his lips gently, your hands resting on his chest as your fingers teased his sensitive nipples. You could feel his hips bucking up to meet your movements, instinctively chasing his release. His desperation only made you smirk, watching how he completely surrendered himself to you, his body trembling and needy under your touch.

Your face stayed close to his, your breath mixing with his as you whispered, “I know you’re close, baby. Let’s cum together.”

With one final push, you sat with him deeply nestled inside you, your walls clenched tightly around him, pushing him over the edge as he spilled into you, his warmth filling you completely. You continued with slow, gentle movements before finally pulling away, watching with fascination as his release dripped from you.

“Ah… so messy, baby,” you murmured, scooping a mixture of your releases onto your finger and holding it to his lips. Without hesitation, he obediently sucked it clean, his cheeks flushed and eyes half-lidded.

You leaned down to kiss him softly, your lips brushing against his as you shared a tender moment, tasting one another as your hands worked to release the cuffs around his wrists. The moment they were undone, Riki’s arms shot up to wrap tightly around your waist, pulling you close, as though he couldn’t bear to let you go.

As your breathing steadied, you nestled your head against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat calming you. His fingers lazily traced patterns on your back, his warmth a soothing contrast to the earlier intensity.

“You okay?” you asked softly, lifting your head to meet his gaze.

Riki smiled, his eyes filled with a rare softness. He kissed your forehead and whispered, “I’m okay, angel.” His voice was hoarse but tender, brimming with affection. Then, with a mischievous grin, he added, “Fuck, you’re so hot. Can we do that again sometime?”

You rolled your eyes, mockingly huffing, “Fucking pervert. I knew you weren’t such a dom. How long have you fantasized about me domming you, huh?”

He smirked, his gaze playful. “Now, now, my angel, that’s for me to know and you to find out.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Anyway, you wanna clean up?” you offered, shifting slightly to sit on his lap again.

Riki hummed thoughtfully, pulling you closer. “Hmm… we can do that later. But for now…” He trailed off, his intentions clear as he guided himself back into you, his tip brushing against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Ngh… why are you so huge?” you whined softly, your body melting into him as he adjusted your position, laying you down beside him with his arms wrapped tightly around you.

He chuckled, his lips brushing against your forehead. “But you love it, angel. Don’t even try to deny it.”

“Mhm… sure,” you murmured teasingly, your voice laced with contentment.

“Let’s nap first and clean up later,” Riki grumbled, already feeling the soreness in his legs. “I can’t believe this is what you feel like after I’m done with you.”

“Hah, payback,” you replied smugly, smirking against his chest.

He groaned playfully, burying his face in your neck. “Shh, sleep, or I might just take you again right now.” He punctuated his words with a gentle thrust, making you yelp softly.

“Hmph, as long as you know you’re actually just a yearner and a good boy for me,” you teased, tracing your fingers over the faint marks you’d left on his neck.

“Yes, yes, I am,” he admitted with a soft groan. “Now, are you satisfied enough? I’m actually tired.”

You giggled as he pressed light kisses across your face before claiming your lips in a slow, lingering kiss.

“Mhm,” you hummed, melting into his warmth. “Love you.”

“I love you so much more, angel,” he murmured, holding you even tighter.

The two of you stayed like that, wrapped up in each other, as the rest of the world faded away. Peaceful, content, and completely entwined, neither of you wanted the moment to end.

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“I hate to say it!” He yelled over the sound of the rain. “I don’t think my jacket is doing shit to keep us dry!”

Y/N couldn’t help her laugh, the buzz from the wine making her much more agreeable than she had been when they’d first gone out. She would admit she could be a little grumpy when she was rushed and Harry had been hounding her about getting there in time, but he also knew a little red wine and a good serving of bread with the garlic and oil combination would calm her down. It always did.

“No shit!” She cackled, though made no attempt to remove it from their heads. Her entire body was soaked. Dress dripping, droplets over her hair as it bunched together in sopping strands. Her sandals were useless to protect her feet from the wet, cool rain and their traction was shit. Thankfully the cobblestones had some sort of grit.

When she'd agreed to take a spur of the moment trip with her boyfriend, she hadn't expected to be walking back to the apartment he owned in the small coastal town in Italy in pouring rain- but it was something she knew she would probably remember forever.

"It's not that bad though!" He spoke loudly so she could hear him over the rain. "At least it isn't freezing. Got caught in a downpour in London a while back n'I got that nasty cold. Remember?" Y/N did remember. He was a big baby when he was sick and it had been the first time she had taken care of him. It was only when she called his mum for her soup recipe that she filled her in on how Harry milked it for attention. She still indulged regardless.

"Okay, true, but I want to get back so can you walk a little faster?" He was a little too slow for the pace they should be going. "Having those long giraffe legs should help you out!"

"Giraffe legs?" He sputtered, stopping in the middle of the street. Y/N yelped as he pulled the jacket down and the rain drops began splashing directly on her head and face. They were big, bouncing off her skin as she lifted her hand over her forehead to try to keep her eyes clear.

"Harry! What is wrong with you?"

"You said I had giraffe legs! We're on a romantic walk back in the rain during the Italian summer n'you're going around calling me an animal."

"I never said you were an animal, you pest! I said you had the legs of one-" Y/N couldn't finish her sentence. Slightly cool, soft and most definitely wet lips found hers, the hand protecting her eyes pulled down by his hand as he tugged her body into his own.

It was like everything she was saying left her brain. Getting a kiss from him as the rain poured down over them seemed to reset her, body melting like the wicked witch into his body. Arms wrapping around his shoulders, she lifted up on her tip toes and kept the kiss going regardless of how soaked her face was getting. Tasting the wine on his tongue was far more important.

A whimper left her throat as he pulled back from her with a smile, nose nudging against hers. "Shush. Just let me be romantic, yeah? Can tell me all about what animals I remind you of tomorrow. Just want to kiss you for a minute."

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NUMBER ONE GIRL

summary: just pure smut 🙃

warnings contain: hair-pulling, public sex, choking.

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word count: 1.2k

Jey Uso x Zaveah

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In a bustling restaurant restroom, Josh tugged at Zaveah's locs while she was engaged in an intimate encounter with her man. The noise of the crowd outside masked the explicit sounds of their actions, allowing them to indulge in their moment without concern.

The man's desperate grip on her red dress nearly tore it apart, pulling it up over her back. The sound of her skin meeting his hips echoed like applause, creating a rhythm that was impossible to ignore.

“Oh my goddd, Joshuaaa.” She moaned while looking back at him.

He ran his tongue along his lips before pressing them together, then plunged himself deeply into her slick warmth, playfully smacking her backside, which made her let out soft whimpers.

“This is my shit veah? Huh?” Josh grunted in the air yanking onto her locs some more.

Zaveah was so consumed by the intense pleasure he was giving her that she could hardly comprehend the words spilling from her lips, all while wearing the dress she had chosen for their date.

She found it amusing to watch him squirm in his snug pants, which seemed to draw him into a world of his own. However, her amusement quickly faded when she stepped into the bathroom, only to be unexpectedly pulled into a stall and bent over.

Josh had pulled her hair back, oblivious to any response that might have escaped her lips. “I’m not going to repeat myself veah, tell daddy this pussy belongs to him.” He had led her into a state of despair, causing her to cry out as she attempted to shove him away by pushing against his stomach, but he only tightened his grip, wrapping her arm behind her back.

“Yess! Daddy yes this pussy belongs to you only you! I’m your number one girl!” She mewled out aching for release.

A smirk appeared on his face, “you damn right you my number one girl baby doll, show daddy how much of a good girl you’re for me.” She started to move in sync with him, arching her body back against him, which left her seeing stars and her mind spinning in a blissful haze.

She found herself in a captivating rhythm, nibbling on her lower lip while her aroused body yearned for satisfaction, glancing back at him with a mix of desire and anticipation.

“Yeah, keep your eyes on me mama. Pretty ass face.” He showered her with compliments, igniting her desire even further—she was incredibly aroused, allowing him effortless entry and exit, much like a water slide, and he found that exhilarating.

He gazed down, captivated by the creamy essence enveloping him, entranced by the sight of himself moving in and out of her. The way her eyes rolled back in pleasure left him spellbound.

I then noticed someone entering the bathroom, making their way to a stall nearby. Josh had covered her mouth with his hand as he penetrated her deeply, only to withdraw slightly before gradually moving his hips—almost as if he were teasing her.

“Don’t make a fucking sound, fuck this pussy is so good.” He groaned in a whisper tone.

She kept moving her hips back against him slowly, careful not to alert the person in the adjacent stall, with him fully enveloped within her.

“D-daddy…” Zaveah whimpered.

Josh's hand encircled her throat, his gaze locking onto her deep brown eyes as he delivered a silent warning. “didn’t I say not to make a sound? you must wanna get your pussy pummeled.” She shook her head begging for him not to.

As soon as they heard the toilet flush and the stall door creak open, followed by the sound of water flowing from the sink, Josh dove in completely, thrusting into her as she gasped in surprise.

“Joshuaaaa fuckkk!”

“Mhm, take this fucking dick ma. Take this shit.”

“Too much! T-too much oh fuck!” The sensation of him pressing against her cervix was so intense that it left her mind in a haze, making it difficult for her to grasp what was happening.

“You gon’ take this shit, don’t fucking run from me.” She clung to the toilet seat with all her might, a deep sensation churning in her stomach, warning her that she was on the brink of climax.

His tip repeatedly struck her g-spot, pushing her to the edge of her limits as she tapped him from behind. “is my baby doll finna tap out on me? C’mon mamas you can handle it a little more longer.” At this moment, her eyes seemed to roll back in her head; her legs trembled uncontrollably, and tears streamed down her face, smudging her makeup.

Josh could feel himself stirring within her as he thrust deeper, one hand gripping her throat while the other held her hips firmly, driving himself in fully so she could experience every inch of him.

The way she enveloped him was intoxicating, making him roll his eyes in ecstasy—she was a flawless match for him, fitting him like no one else ever could.

“d-daddy can I cum? Please can I cum?” Zaveah begged looking at him with pleading eyes.

“I know, I know I can feel it. Gon’ ahead make a mess on this dick mama it’s all yours baby.” Josh groaned.

Zaveah released a piercing moan, her voice echoing through the air as she desperately wished for the restaurant's patrons to remain oblivious. Waves of pleasure surged through her, and she could feel her essence cascading down her leg, accompanied by the unmistakable squelching sounds emanating from her body.

Josh glanced down at himself, noticing it glistening with her creamy essence and juices. He knew it would become even richer when he released himself inside her.

“Look at you baby, making a mess all over me. such a good girl love that shit.” He praised her looking into her tired eyes.

At this moment, she felt utterly defeated, allowing him to have his way with her while all she could manage was to complain about her heightened sensitivity. “hmm, where you want this nut at baby?”

“Nut in me…” she said above a whisper.

“What? I didn’t hear you mama?”

“Nut in me daddy! Please nut in me!” He plunged into her one final time, releasing his warmth deep within her as waves of pleasure coursed through them both, their shared groans echoing the intensity of the moment.

He moved with deliberate, deep thrusts, ensuring that not a drop of his release escaped her before withdrawing—watching as her legs quivered.

He adjusted her dress, pulling it back into place, and assisted her in standing as she wobbled, her legs feeling like jelly from the effect he had on her. Josh couldn't help but laugh at her unsteadiness.

“I gotchu mamas.” Josh gently lifted her in a bridal carry, making his way out of the stall and through the restroom. Onlookers glanced their way, but their curiosity quickly faded.

“You didn’t have to fuck me like that Joshua.” Zaveah says.

“Well, don’t wear such a short ass dress thinking I won’t fuck the shit out of you.” Zaveah crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at him as he led them to their table, but her expression shifted when she heard him speak once more.

“Fix yo’ face before I fuck it right out of you again.” She quickly composed her expression, determined to avoid another round of that ordeal.

Josh wore a sly grin, fully aware that Zaveah would always hold the top spot in his heart, and no one could ever take her place.

- fin 💗

a/n: um heyy I just wanted to this you know something short and sweet 🙃 but I hope yall liked it fasho.

[tsukkilody]

his hands ── .✦ tsukishima kei

cw: choking, fingering, finger/hand kink.

note: this is heavily self indulgent and it's not really meant to be x reader, it will be tagged as clautsukki (my self ship) but there's no use of my name. Take in mind it's written in first person and I'm fem bodied౨ৎ

My vision was starting to get a little fuzzy, but i still could make up the way his eyes where staring at me ferociously yet with so much love.

His hand squeezing my neck softened but not the brutal pace of his fingers pounding inside me, long skinny fingers that seemed to be trying to reach for more, such fingers he knows I love so much to the point of teasing me about it sometimes, pointing out how I have a fetish, and in between laughs and blushes I'm clearly unable to deny it. every single time.

My whole body started to tighten, aiming towards that sweet sensation, my hips bucking erratically, seeking for more, for the relief I've been edged for.

I placed my hand on top of the one that Kei already had around my neck, trying to tighten it again, a cocky smile formed on his lips, one that I'm very used to.

"You're almost there, I see."

He tightened the grip once more as his smile grew, the tension on my muscles urging my own hand to stay around his wrist, squeezing even harder than his hand around my throat.

The tips of his perfect fingers hitting against my sweet spot again and again sending waves through me, and the more I thought about the fact that they were relentlessly pushing their way inside me the more my body trembled, twisted and felt closer to the edge.

Too sensitive, too good, too close.

"That's it, baby. Let it go."

Unconsciously, my lungs demanded the air they we're being deprived of, making me take a big breath, no air reaching my insides at all.

And that's what it made it for me, finally being able to explode and let go, just like he said.

My ears were ringing and through blurred vision I could see the satisfaction displayed on that smug smirk, then the weight of my eyelids won the battle for a moment. My body tingling with the sweetest feeling.

After a few minutes trying to recover myself and fighting the urge to just pass out, my eyes finally opened and almost dragging them I searched for his hazel ones, when I found them, they were already upon me, though this time the look they gave me wasn't as heated, rather warm and tender.

He brushed off a strand of hair that was sticking to my damp forehead, leaving a kiss there.

I reached for his hands once again, taking one of them on my own, observing, almost absorbed by it, noticing how his middle and ring finger were kinda wet.

oh.

They we're still covered in me, they glistened, unknowingly I bit my lower lip at such sight.

"You really do like my fingers that much, huh?"

He said breaking the comfortable silence that we unconsciously fell onto, and i couldn't help but giggle while i softly nodded with my head.

[amourtoken]

I think Luke would lose his mind, like 404 error, page not found, over nipple piercings

this makes me tweak bc I had my nips pierced and had to take them out after a year cause they started to reject 😭 i need them back so fucking bad you have no idea

I like to think Luke already has a thing for alt girlies (this is an entirely selfish self indulgent thought btw) but the piercings always seem to catch his eye. He loves how decorative it all is. On top of that, he loves boobs more than he loves anything on this earth so put them together and you've got his brain melting out of his ears.

Sit on his lap and drag your top over your head slowly, showing off your bare tits and sliding your hands over the soft flesh. Luke's hands are on your thighs, twitching and itching to climb higher up your body but you told him he couldn't touch until you said so. He wants to be good for you, he really does, but the sight of your nipples decorated with a pretty silver bar has him literally salivating. You can feel his dick straining against his sweats and the prettiest whine leaves his lips when you roll your hips against his, making sure to lean your chest closer to his face.

It really breaks him when your hands squeeze and knead at your chest, fingers running over your nipples and gently teasing the jewelry running through. He tried to follow your directions but God he can't take this. Luke's hands tighten on your hips and he quickly turns, pulling you off his lap and pinning your back to the couch cushions. He pins your arms above your head with one hand, the other slides down your torso and gropes at your tits. His fingers mimic your previous motions, flicking and toying with your piercings until your back was arching off the couch. Your fingers tangle in his hair when he leans down and takes one into his mouth, tongue laving over the sensitive skin while his hand works the other.

Its hard to focus on one sensation when you feel so many any he only makes it worse by spreading your legs with one of his, his knee pressed right against your clothed cunt. He laughs against your chest when he feels you roll your hips against his leg, pulling away just to suck dark marks on the underside of your tits and admire the mess he's made of you.

" 'm sorry baby- couldn't help myself"

[bloatedandalone04]

Like Fine Wine

➪the one where you can’t resist hayden’s look for his role in ahsoka.

Warnings: hubby hayden bc i want to marry this man so badly, current age (or 41 year old) hayden, smut, fluff, pet names, unprotected sex, handjob (brief), hair pulling, soft smut, you guys just straight up loving on each other, reader is feral for him, spoilers for ahsoka if you haven’t seen the last 2 episodes, takes place during the filming of ahsoka (back in may 2022), this is just self-indulgent tbh

Word Count: 2.5k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

When you finally made your way back to the hotel room you and Hayden were staying at during the filming of Ahsoka, the last thing you were expecting to see was your husband propped up against the headboard, shirtless with grey sweats covering his lower half, and the script for tomorrow in his hands. 

He looked absolutely divine, and you bit back a moan at the mere sight of him, the wine bottle you had bought from the store across the street nearly slipping from your grasp.

When he heard the door open but didn’t hear your voice right after, Hayden looked up to see you standing in the doorway, an unreadable expression on your face as you stared at him. “Hey, baby,” he murmured in a greeting, flipping the script back to the first page as you closed the door without breaking eye contact. “I was going to ask if you wanted to go over this scene with me, but you seem…preoccupied. What’s on your mind?”

You set the bottle down on the table by the door, shrugging off your jacket as you stepped towards him. “I was just thinking,” you trailed off, biting your lip as your eyes stalked his body like he was prey. 

Hayden sat up against the headboard, a teasing glint in his eye. “About what?”

Kneeling on the bed, you kick off your shoes before crawling over to him and straddling his lap. “About what I could’ve possibly done to deserve such a hot husband,” you answer, taking the package of papers from him and dropping them on the rug beside the bed. 

His hands instinctively grab your waist, his own eyes raking up and down your face. “Eighteen years together and you’re only asking that now?” He teased, his fingers lifting your shirt slightly so he could feel your skin on his. 

“Oh, no, I’ve been asking myself that since the day you messed up your practice run with Ewan and had to restart it from the very beginning,” you say back, watching as a knowing smile graced his lips.

“That was only because you walked on set looking like something right off of the red carpet. Kinda like how you look right now,” he not so subtly gazed down at your body, his blue eyes beginning to darken the longer he had you on top of him.

You roll your eyes but blush at his forward words, resting your hands on his shoulders. Eighteen years together and fifteen since you’ve been married, and he still was able to effortlessly make you feel like you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. 

Your engagement ring and wedding band reflected off the single lamp he turned on, unknowingly setting the mood for when you got back. It was on the bedside table next to his phone, which had been turned completely off since he was away from set and planned to spend the rest of his night with you. 

“Aren’t you a charmer?” You mumbled, feeling the cool metal of his own wedding band, that was identical to yours, pressed against the heated skin of your hip. “Seriously, do you even realize how good you look right now?” 

His hair was still somewhat styled in his clone wars look for the flashback scene, and the way it curled in certain spots had your whole body aching for him. If he hadn’t taken off the makeup for the scar already, you probably would’ve been wrapped around him by now. “I don’t know,” he answered, kissing you back when you placed your mouth against his. “I’m not sure I can believe it after you told me that about ten times on set earlier today.”

You and he had actually met during the filming of Star Wars Episode II, but didn’t start dating until Episode III had been fully completed. You went to the premiere together and that was your public debut as a couple, and you still remembered how loudly the fans cheered when he kissed you right there on the carpet.

You, too, would be in a few flashbacks towards the end of the series, in the form of your Force Ghost. Your character was killed in the last half of Episode III by Anakin himself, and you still remembered filming that scene like it was yesterday. 

The tears you shed that day were one hundred percent real, as you were actually saying goodbye to the character that introduced you to your future husband. At that point you and Hayden had gone on several low-key dates, but didn’t become official until a couple of months later. His acting was also more real than not in that scene as he had to pretend to kill you in a somewhat brutal way.

To revisit your character for the first time in over a decade was one of the best opportunities you had ever gotten, and you could only assume that this was how Hayden felt when he was asked to return as Anakin in Obi-Wan. While your scenes wouldn’t be filmed for a few more weeks, Hayden still insisted you stay with him until the filming was wrapped up completely. 

“I’m not apologizing for hyping up my husband,” you say against his lips. “I’m being so serious, Hayden, you look good.”

He grins up at you, pulling your body closer until your chest pressed right up against his, the subtle rock of your hips making you suppress a moan. “Well, thank you, sweet girl,” he nudges your nose with his. “I can always count on you to make me feel good about myself.”

“You so can,” you agree, trailing your hands down his toned chest, smirking at the way his stomach muscle flexed at your light touch. “You’re so attractive, I don’t think you even realize it.”

Hayden hummed, slowly dragging his hands up your body and taking your shirt along the way. “I could say the same thing about you,” he said before asking, “You’re awfully flirty tonight, what’s got you all worked up?”

“You,” came your simple reply, your fingers pulling at the loose string of his sweats. You lean down to place a chaste kiss to his lips, one that leaves him wanting more as you descend your mouth down to his shoulder, where you place a few open mouthed kisses to his skin. “You, being so unbelievably sexy when you’re back in your element on set. The way you looked when you were practicing earlier? The way you look now? You don’t know the things you do to me, Hayden.”

“I beg to differ,” he rasps out when you place another kiss to the base of his throat, his hands quickly fumbling to take off your shirt. It drops to the floor beside the script and you lift your head so you were looking right at him, your body level with his as you slowly rocked your hips against his. “Y/n.”

You give him a teasing grin, sliding your hands down his sides before they land on the front of his sweats. “I know,”you murmur and kiss him slowly, slipping your hand past the waistline and palming him. You hold back a smirk when you find him already hard for you, his body’s way of responding to yours every time you come onto him. “I just want to make you feel as good as you look.”

Hayden huffed out a breathy moan as you pulled him free from the sweatpants. “I want to make you feel good, too, baby,” he managed to say as you wrapped your hand around him, slowly stroking him. 

You hum, “I already feel good from just looking at you,” 

A ghost of a moan escaped your lips when leaned forward to kiss your exposed shoulder in an attempt to quiet his own sounds. 

Though this was a nice hotel, he still didn’t want to risk the possibility of the walls being thin enough for him to receive noise complaints, though the thought had him growing harder in your hand. 

“You don’t know how much you turn me on,” you nearly whisper, the pad of your thumb brushing over his tip and making him groan quietly against your skin.

“After twenty years of knowing you, I think I know exactly how much I turn you on,” he mumbled, bucking his hips up so you stroked him a bit harder. “It’s the same way with you, baby. You make me feel so good all the time.”

You whimper quietly when his hand slips inside the front of your leggings, biting down harshly on your bottom lip when he finds your clothed clit with no trouble at all. Being intimate with the same person for half your life came with that perk. “I want you so bad,”

Hayden lifted his head back up to connect your lips in a kiss, murmuring, “You have me. Since that first day I saw you, I’ve been all yours,” when he pulls away to lift your hips in order to rid you of your leggings and the lace that covered your core. “I love you, Y/n Christensen.”

You moaned at that, moving back to straddle his hips again. Gripping the sides of his neck, you use the tips of your thumbs to tilt his head up in order to be able to give him a deep kiss. “I love you,” you whined as he guided your heat over him a few times, prepping both himself and you with your slickness. “My hot, sexy husband.”

And then you were lifting your hips and sliding onto him until he was buried deep within you. Your hips met his as moans escaped both of you, with Hayden leaning back against the pillows and headboard to let you take full control. 

While he always wanted you in this way, seeing him as Anakin again clearly did something to you, and he was more than okay with letting you take the lead like you needed to. 

You close your eyes and grip his shoulders, moaning softly when you lift yourself up before dropping back down again. “I’m never getting over this,” you confess, though it wasn’t new news. Even though you had been together for nearly two decades, you still hadn’t grown tired of each other, further proving the fact that you were meant to be together. “Fuck.”

Hayden groaned under his breath, his hands gripping your waist as you began to slowly ride him. “Just like that, sweet girl,” he praised softly, feeling the way you clenched around him at his words. “We fit so well together, don’t we? Make each other feel so good.”

You moan a bit louder, nodding quickly as your hands move to tangle in his  hair. The fact that it was you who got to see him like this, and it was you who got to mess up his Anakin-styled hair had you going a bit feral.

“So good,” you agree, dropping yourself down on him with a bit more force, really setting a pace that would ensure you both wouldn’t last too long. He is forty one and you were pushing thirty nine, you couldn’t really expect to be as durable in the bedroom after a long day of filming. 

Still, when he hadn’t spent a whole day on set, Hayden could go for longer, simply because he aged unbelievably well and kept his body in great shape. 

He also wasn’t expecting you to want to jump his bones as soon as you got back from your wine run after he changed into more comfortable clothing, planning on going over a few of his scenes with you before bed. 

That still didn’t stop him from letting you completely drain any and all energy he had left from the day as you grind your hips against his. Small, needy whines left your pretty lips as you moved further down on him, driving him even deeper into your willing and wanting walls. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he couldn’t help but say, making your pace falter slightly as you flushed at his words. “My girl. The prettiest woman in the world.” He complimented as his hands slid up your back and expertly unclasped your bra. 

He pulled it from your body and replaced it with his hands, his thumbs and index fingers pinching and pulling at your nipples. You whimper at the feeling of his smooth fingers against your sensitive buds, tugging harshly at his strands. “Hayden,” you murmur, guiding him into you quicker with swift grinds of your hips. “Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah, baby,” he said under his breath, trailing one hand down to circle your throbbing clit with his thumb. His other hand moved to tightly grip your hip again as you picked up the pace, beginning to feel that tight sensation forming in your abdomen. “You feel so good. So good for me, baby, the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

You cry out, squeezing your eyes shut as you pulse around him, your thighs burning with exertion and forcing you to stop for a brief second before Hayden grabs your other hip and begins thrusting up into you. “Yes,” you gasp out, tangling your hands tighter in his hair as he lifts himself up from against the pillows to really allow him to drive himself impossibly deeper inside you. “Oh, fuck, yes, don’t stop, Hayden, please.”

How could he deny you your wish? In all honesty, he wouldn’t be able to bring himself to stop, anyway, as you were clenching so tightly around him and sucking him in as deep as he could go, he almost blacked out for a second from how blinding the feeling was. 

“Come for me, sweet girl,” he requested quietly in your ear, his deep and raspy voice making you clench tighter around him as your walls pulsed in time with his quick thrusts. “I want you to, want to feel it.”

Your mouth opened in a faint cry and your stomach swelled as you wrapped your arms tightly around him. As your whole body tensed up in his arms, Hayden felt your walls spasm slightly before he also felt the flood of your release coat him. It gave him the perfect amount of friction for him to fall not too far behind. 

His jaw locked slightly, his hands wrapping around your middle and pulling you closer to him as he, too, came. Deep within you, he pushed his seed further with a few extra thrusts before he was forced to stop due to the sensitivity of it all. 

With his last remaining energy, he lifted you up and set you down on the bed next to him. He hovered over you a second later, wrapping your legs around his waist as he nuzzled his head in between the space of your neck and shoulder. “I love you so much,” he whispered in between peppered kisses to your sweaty skin. “Thank you for always making me feel like the most important person, everyday.”

You ran your fingers through his damp and messy hair, playing with the curls as a smile formed on your lips. “You are the most important person,” you reminded him, kissing him quickly before wrapping your arms around him and pulling him further down onto you. “And I love you, too.”

[jjscrybaby]

jj maybank x fem!reader | hurt & comfort | (bad parents, mentions of weed, sad!reader, not written overly well bc i was sad)

this is depressing as hell i’m sorry… also very self indulgent. i’m an oversharer idc, the main reason i haven’t been posting a lot recently is because my home life isn’t going too well with my step dad, but at half 2 in the morning this is what my brain came up with to make myself feel better so enjoy

One thing the Pogues understood more than most was dysfunctional families. There was Kie, who’s parents cared more about their reputation than their daughter, John B, who’s mother had left when he was three and his dad was so invested in finding treasure it got him killed. Sarah’s family life made everyone’s heads spin, at this point it was a taboo subject that only came up once she’d had one too many cocktails, Pope was lucky to have parents that cared for him but there were still times he wasn’t happy at home.

JJ’s dad was the worst man you’d ever met, you may be biased because anyone treating your boyfriend like that would put them in your most hated book but everyone on the island could agree that Luke Maybank should never have become a father. Your family life was the same. Tragic, hurtful and heartbreaking. You and your mom used to be close, but after she met your step father things changed. She fell in love, you couldn’t blame her for that, what you could blame was the fact she’d allow a man to treat her child like a speck of dirt on his shoe. It was never physical, maybe that was why you were yet to tell JJ and the others just how badly it was effecting you; it didn’t seem necessary.

Everyday your closest friends would have to deal with the reminders of the parents they’d been stuck with. You didn’t want to be that person. The one that made it about themselves, the one that bummed everyone out.

You were trying to keep a brave face on, after the fifth argument of the week with the devil himself you’d stormed out of your house and made your way over to the Chateau. Tears brimmed your eyeline, and you knew even one joke-gone-wrong could send you into a ball on the floor. But you couldn’t stay in that house any longer, not with him and not with your spineless mother.

“There she is!” Sarah beamed as you rounded the corner of the Chateau, a strained smile on your face. You’d texted them to let them know you were coming, you felt you owed that at least.

“Hey,” you greeted, voice unnatural from the way you were holding in your tears.

JJ patted his knee, indicating for you to take a seat around the fire with the rest of them. You sat, his arm wrapping around your waist as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Hey, gorgeous.”

“Hi,” you murmured back, playing with a piece of his hair to try and distract yourself.

You didn’t speak much as the others carried on with their conversation, catching you up on the topic as they passed a joint around the circle. JJ offered it to you but you shook your head, you needed to have control over your body; over your mouth more like. The last thing you wanted to do was blurt out how miserable you were and ruin the atmosphere.

Slowly but surely, everyone but you and JJ retreated inside. Sarah could never handle her weed, she was already half asleep when John B picked her up to take her to bed. Kie was in one of her mellow moods, wanting to be away from everyone to think. Pope wasn’t quite as in a state as Sarah, but he’d decided he was ready for his own bed so he headed back home. That left just you and JJ, that was what you’d been dreading. If he had even an inkling something was going on, he’d be able to get it out of you. He had a way with words, especially when it came to the people he cared about.

“What made you change your mind ‘bout coming?” JJ asked, leaning back on the couch that you now sat beside him on.

“Can’t a girl miss her boyfriend?” You teased, making him smirk back at you.

“Always, baby. Just thought you and your mama were havin’ a movie night,” he explained. The topic made your jaw clench and your stomach drop. The reason for the argument tonight: you and your mom had planned to watch a movie together, something you hadn’t done in a weirdly long time, but of course your step dad had wanted to watch the tv. You’d tried to calmly explain that it was just a couple hours, all that had lead to was screaming and accusing.

“Yeah, uh, change of plans,” you croaked out, blinking rapidly to try and force the tears away.

His smirk faded as he looked at you, instantly noticing the water in your eyes and the way your smile looked like it was physically hurting your face. “Yeah? What happened?”

“Doesn’t matter. You want to go inside? I could do with a shower,” you sniffled, trying your hardest to change the subject.

“What’s going on?” JJ asked softly, hand coming up to cup your cheek. You closed your eyes, squeezing them shut tightly as you shook your head.

“It doesn’t matter,” you repeated.

“Clearly it does. C’mon, talk to me, please. You’re upset,” he murmured, moving closer. His other hand moved to your waist, stroking your skin softly.

You opened your eyes, the dam broke and tears began to roll down your cheeks. The worry in his eyes doubled as he saw you crying, hold on you tightening as he tried to wipe them away. “I hate it there,” you sobbed.

“Hey, hey, hate it where? Hate it where, baby?” He worried as you began to cry manically. He’d seen you cry countless times, but never like this. Never like you were in pain.

“My house. I feel like— like a stranger, like I don’t even belong there. It’s all his fault,” you admitted through your tears.

“Your step dad?” He asked quietly, connecting the dots in his head.

He’d been at your house before, he’d met your step dad, and he’d always been pleasant. But he was polite in a way that you knew it was fake, it was a show and JJ had worked that out from the first time they’d shook hands. His grip was too tight, his eyes bored even whilst he smiled. He’d always figured that it wasn’t like that for you, though. He just assumed it was an issue with him.

“He’s so mean to me,” you choked out. “I try my best, I do, I just want to get along but it’s like he’d rather die than see me as his kid.”

“Okay, alright, c’mere,” JJ coaxed, holding his arms out for you to crawl into. You didn’t need any convincing, already in his lap before his arms were fully extended. “I got you, okay? Take a breath, calm down. You’re safe, you’re alright.”

You sniffled into his shoulder, slowly but surely beginning to calm down and realise what you’d done. You’d shared. Surprisingly, it didn’t feel like the world was ending. It actually felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders and you could finally breathe for the first time in years.

“Should we go to bed? Hm?” He murmured, running his fingers soothingly through your hair.

“Okay,” you agreed quietly.

He stood up, lifting you with him into his arms as he kicked open the porch door and walked through the house to the spare bedroom that he called his own. He dropped you onto the bed, flicking on the lamp and closing the door. He didn’t say anything as he stripped down into his boxers and put his shirt over your head, climbing into bed beside you.

“You want to talk about it?” He asked, kissing the back of your neck.

“Maybe tomorrow,” you mumbled back, exhausted from the confession.

“Okay,” he agreed. “Is there a reason you ain’t brought this up before?”

“It’s— compared to what you and the others have been dealt in the parent region, it’s nothing. It’s stupid, really, I don’t even know why I’m so upset,” you explained. Both of you knew it wasn’t stupid, it didn’t matter what he did or didn’t do. No one deserves to feel unwanted in their own family.

“Don’t compare,” he murmured, rolling you over so you were facing him. “Just because someone’s broken their leg don’t mean your paper cut doesn’t hurt.”

You let out a tearful giggle, shaking your head at him. “That’s a stupid analogy.”

“Maybe,” he smiled back softly, happy he’d been able to see you smile even if just for a moment. “Doesn’t make it a lie. I don’t want you feelin’ like that at all, but I hate the fact you’ve been feeling it alone. And me, the Pogues, we’re your family. You’re always wanted here.”

“Thanks, JJ,” you whispered, eyes welling up once again. This time it wasn’t from the pain, it was from the fact you knew he was telling the truth.

“Go to sleep, baby. We’ll talk in the mornin’, over Kie’s blueberry pancakes,” he said, stroking your cheek. He leant forward and pressed a soft but firm kiss to your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

It would always hurt that you weren’t ever going to feel whole in your own home, but at least you were lucky enough to have a second one. One that truly wanted you, no matter the circumstances.

[finchly-tintinnabulation]

- Scout's Honor - Part 3

Original Ultramarine (Aristaeus) x GN!Reader

<<Prev = Next>>

Tags: Aristaeus being a protective Doberman, meeting the family (squad mates), reader facing the reality of having an extremely clingy space marine

Indulging in the absolute tomfuckery that would come with being bonded, apologies to @daily-shenanigans784 for the secondhand embarrassment of beta reading it. Have fun meeting Pallas and Diomedes, you will definitely be seeing them again lol

The Chorus: @thisuserislilsilly

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You frowned, crouching to survey the new equipment delivered to Aristaeus’s— and now your— room. It was easy to move in as you only had a few belongings in the serf barracks, and a baseline size mattress fit tidily under the Astartes’s large metal bunk; it was cozy but you had a suspicion that your nights would be spent sharing the bed anyway.

In anticipation of joining Aristaeus in training and battle, you had also received gear. A few sets of fatigues, light body armor painted in Ultramarine blue, helmet, supply bag, and a medicae kit. Of particular interest was your lasgun. All residents of the fortress monastery were required to know how to defend it, and the armory was stocked for such a situation, yet this rifle was yours alone. The implications made you feel oddly light-headed.

The problem was seeing what your otherwise fully outfitted scout had been equipped with to deal with you. Eyeing the harness and straps and strategically placed pouches that were to replace Aristaeus’s backpack, there wasn’t much doubt of its function.

“This feels ridiculous. I’m really going to be strapped to your back like a papoose?” There were stirrups attached to the sides of the pack for you to climb in and out on your own, but that didn’t change the fact it looked like a giant baby carrier. “I need my hands free for combat, and sitting on my shoulders would make us a bigger target. Plus, you can watch my back.” Aristaeus looked up from cleaning his long-range bolter, having the audacity to look puzzled by your question. Of course he saw it only in terms of efficiency, and not so much your dignity. “Can’t I get, like… some handholds to hang on for myself?” Rocking back on your heels you sat heavily on the floor, glaring at the offending piece of equipment. “You do not have the stamina.” He stated, and you sighed. You probably weren’t going to get anywhere arguing logistics with an Ultramarine, so you turned to organizing your new things alongside the old, packing them into a trunk provided for you. With that taken care of, your priorities shifted to your stomach, since finding attire in your measurements meant forgoing breakfast.

Aristaeus shifted as you stood up, but you held out your hands to motion for him to stay seated, to which he seemed to pout. “Just going to the kitchens, I’ll be right back big guy.” 

Making your way to the kitchen was easy enough, especially when you had gotten in the habit of snacking on whatever food scraps were left over between meals. This time, however, you felt eyes on you. Fellow serfs stilled in their work to stare as if boring holes in your back and through the darkening bruises on your neck. 

The information you had gathered would indicate this was far from the first occurrence of a bond, but the last one had been a long time ago. That battle-brother and his mate had likely gone off to another company, in the distant memory of the residents of the fortress-monastery. It was a mistake they worked to avoid, a potential stumbling block to the noble Astartes, and that potential for disgrace was now focused solely upon you.

Holding your head high, you did your best to ignore it. It wasn’t as if you had made many allies amongst them in your few months, a newcomer to a position that was largely hereditary to the people of Macragge. In long strides you made your way to the alcove that disguised the scullery entrance without incident, before your path forward was blocked.

“Excuse me.” You politely stepped sideways to try and slip past the scullery worker, but she stuck out her arm to prevent your passage, inspecting you derisively. 

“Nobody believed me, you know. That a Drukhari toy would be unsuitable for the station of a chapter serf.” She muttered quietly and planted a hand on the doorframe, leaning in to insult your ears only as your blood simmered. “It makes sense that one who had spent such time outside the light of the Emperor would become a temptation.”

“I don’t know you.” Gritting your teeth, you tucked a hand in the pocket of your robe, trying to appear non-threatening. “Hypocrisy reflects poorly on you, the God-Emperor disapproves of gossip amongst his flock.”

“It isn’t gossip to see you waltzing around so loosely, without any regard for your place.” Scoffing, her eyes lingered on your neck.

“Move. I’m hungry.” You rested a hand on her forearm, hoping to escape a confrontation with a warning even as your emotions boiled. Unfortunately, you were only rewarded with a sneer as she snatched at your wrist.

“Careful, you’d—” Her scorn was interrupted by a bellowing growl as Aristaeus suddenly poked his head into the alcove, snarling in her face as he crowded into the small space, making her blanch an ashen shade of white. The sound wracked through your body, the subvocal reverberations of it sparking an instinctual fear despite the small relief the scout’s presence provided. Again, how could someone so big be so silent?

Easily tugging your arm out of the other serf’s slackened grip, you grumbled as you retreated from her and attempted to push the agitated scout away from the kitchen. This was quickly becoming a scene. “I told you I’d be right back.”

“You smelled stressed.” He grumbled, glare still fixed upon the frozen woman, but moving with your touch. There was no way you could physically move him, so it was some relief that he seemed to regard how you felt. For the time being you brushed aside the fact he could apparently smell you like a bloodhound from rooms away.

“I’m in a rush to get something to eat, you can wait a minute.” It was true, your hunger was making you agitated, but his presence was not helping either. Having him accompany you into the kitchen would only lead to more eyes, more inconvenience for you both.

“Eat with me instead.” Finally tearing his gaze away from the other serf, allowing her to flee back into the kitchen, his expression softened as he bent down to take your hands. “There is also the matter of meeting my squadron today, it would be convenient… please?”

Honey gold eyes pleaded with you, tipping his head expectantly. Aristaeus reminded you again of a dog, a towering sharp edged sentinel, guarding you and chasing off any perceived threat… who looked at you with a face like a sad baby seal. You sighed, mentally noting another downside of having an Astartes attached at the hip. It was unlikely for you to get out of this, especially with him looking at you like that. “...Fine.”

Holding your hand, you allowed Aristaeus to lead you away from the scullery, and much to your dismay he walked you to the 10th company’s mess hall. Many of the rows of tables along the walls were already filled with neophytes, but just as many Astartes were lined up for bowls of amino porridge from the Master of the Refectorium. The sight of the crush of enormous bodies made you nervous, even as Aristaeus positioned you in front of him, shoulders hunched to shield you as you made your way to the more orderly line for food.

If you got any pointed looks from the Master of the Refectorium, you didn’t see it, ignoring him in favor of walking in front of Aristaeus and reassuring your stomach it’d soon be taken care of. You were so focused on avoiding your surroundings, you jumped a bit at a tap on your shoulder, turning to your scout as he bent down to hand you a very Astartes-sized bowl and gestured to follow him to a table.

“Based on your sweet tooth, I didn’t expect your mate to look so sour, Ari!” A cheerful looking blonde scout called out at your approach, eliciting a growl from Aristaeus as he shuffled around you to sit across from him and the only other Astartes at the table, a brunette who appeared to be trying very hard not to smile. You climbed into the last open seat; once again, far too big for the comfort of a baseline.

“Refer to me appropriately, Brother Pallas.” Pulling out a combat knife the size of your forearm, Aristaeus pointed it at the blonde— Pallas— in warning, picking up a fruit he had grabbed with his lunch and beginning to cut it into slices. “There will be no further comments on my bond, understood?”

“Of course.” The brunette nodded solemnly, lips pursed against a grin as he reached across the table to offer you a hand. “Brother Diomedes. Charmed.” Aristaeus sullenly swatted him away before you could accept the handshake, which you raised an eyebrow at. 

“Relax, there’s no harm done.” You said soothingly. You couldn’t help but be amused, despite your chagrin at his protectiveness. It felt like you were being herded. “Besides, Ari is a cute nickname.”

You expected a retort at daring to call anything about an Adeptus Astartes ‘cute’, but the scout’s shoulders slumped as he scooped a helping of juicy yellow fruit into your bowl, looking a bit flushed.

“What!? Don’t tell me they get to call you Ari. Hey.” Pallas frowned, planting his hands on the table, glancing between you and Aristaeus with open wonder on his face.

“...It is preferable over lord angel.” He grumbled, tearing open a packet of triglyceride gel with unnecessary force and squeezing it into your food. You had to bite your lip as your face cracked into a grin at the absurd realization he was preparing your lunch for you.

“Noted, so long as I don’t get reprimanded for it.” Maneuvering a slice of fruit onto the overly large spoon, you made a show of biting into the juicy flesh, reveling in its sweetness. “Thank you, Ari.”

“Y’welcome.” Aristaeus bent his head over his bowl, hastily shoveling down his porridge, tanned face looking very pink.

The tiniest wheeze of laughter escaped Diomedes as he turned his attention to you, and you followed your bond’s lead to satisfy your hunger with mouthfuls of sweetened gruel. “Sergeant Telion provided the squadron with nesting materials, but Pallas and I have decided you are likely to need them the most.”

“Hm?” Nesting? You intoned questioningly, as talking with your mouth full to the Astartes seemed impolite.

“I suspected you had little need for extra articles of fabric, so you’d best get started rubbing your lovely scent over our spares.” Eyes widening in confusion, you heard Aristaeus make a choking noise beside you as Diomedes smiled with bemusement. “What’s that look for? He’s already marked you.” 

[reorientation]

Hello, it's grindr Alice again. It felt so embarrassing, having to say repeatedly that I've got a fresh load in a cunt, a female fertile cunt that's right there between my legs. After having to say I'm a female right there at the counter (yes, there were other people in there listening to us) they took me to a consultation room and asked again if it's for me, and if I know that this pill is for women... I had to confirm that yes, I know, I have all the parts and really really need it... I had to tell them that I was a cumdump just a few hours earlier because they asked how long ago I had sex. I had to write down 'female' on the form they gave me.

Also ironically the guy didn't even misgender me on purpose or anything, because I wasn't brave enough to say that I'm into that on grindr, I guess he just decided that calling me 'a female' is so obvious and natural becasue that's what I am regardless of my 'identity'...

My identity might indeed be just a needy little cunt. She's so desperate and leaking 24/7 - everyone said I'll get less wet on T, but it never happened, I have a constant flooding in my boxers, sometimes I'm even waking up with them completely soaked.

The guy I said I might get fucked by unfortunately bailed. He said he could take me raw in a park nearby, and I made my way there, and waited in the dark, and he never came. I edged for like 4 hours before that and I was so disappointed. I wish there was an app better than grindr, one where I could just indicate my location and the fact that my pussy is available for breeding and people could freely take advantage of that. I need to get railed properly, hard and rough and deep, without all the small talks and wasting time...

Grindr Alice here again: a guy messaged me on grindr while I edged browsing through tumblr. Got me wet. He said he could come and fuck me, that he's half an hour from me but he's willing to drive to fuck my pussy in a park. I said yes... And he actually drove here. We went to a park. He told me to lie down on my back. He fingerbanged me SO HARD and slapped my clit and teased it for what seemed like ages, I was so sensitive and I was doing my best not to moan too loud becasue I was so scared someone would come and see me, lying like that on the grass, spreading my legs for a stranger...

Like, he kept his trousers on but took mine so I was literally just in a t-shirt and my shoes, my cunt leaking on the grass and all over his fingers.

At some point he called me 'a good girl'... Then he corrected himself and said 'good boy' but I heard that 'good girl' and gods it made me gush even harder, it's so hot - he drove to fuck my pussy like a woman's pussy. To finger me, to touch my clit - he commented that it's big but he still called it my clit...

And he came in me. I spread my legs and let a stranger cum inside my cunt in the park. And then walked 10 minutes back home while his cum was dripping into my boxers.

I didn't cum, I felt so good and close, but I can't cum if I'm not the one touching myself I guess... but I loved it. I love it when I don't even cum, just like a toy. Well my grindr name is 'Fleshlight' so that's saying something I guess.

Now I'm touching myself, edging, to the memories of this fuck. Gods. I feel like such a slut. He called me that, and more, while he was fucking me. And he said it's the best pussy he fucked in the past 10 years right after he filled me full of his baby-making seed.

Somehow I'm still scared my implant is gonna fail me... but I can't stop myself from doing this again and again...

(Previously)

It's funny, Alice. You said at the very beginning of your first ask that after five years on T and top surgery, you "pass really well"... but none of that really seems to matter once you've offered a man your cunt, does it? To them, you're "female" or "a good girl" with an oversized clit. It's not indulging your kink, because you haven't admitted that to them - it's just the obvious way that they see you. It's natural. It's a fact.

And once you let that second man come inside of you, it became an urgent fact, didn't it? You had to go and tell all those people that you were a fertile female with a fresh load of cum in your womb. You had to do all that just to escape the consequences of being a needy, fertile little bitch.

And you may have quelled that fertility for now... but there's no escaping the rest of that new identity. God, how long has it even been since you saw a cock in real life for the first time - a few weeks? And you're getting fucked bare by a stranger in a public park, like a bitch in heat. You've barely found out what men's cocks feel like, but you know now that you were made to serve them.

You're a good little whore already, Alice. But I'm looking forward to the day that you realize that getting used bare while using an implant isn't enough for you. I'm looking forward to the day that you lift your ass in the air for a real man to fuck a baby into you.

[samuraionyourmom]

Been thinking about my Android Dazai AU lately. I've been asking myself a couple of questions about it since no one else seems to 😒 /lh (if you have any questions, please send them in, I beg. I yearn to yap). I've been mostly asking myself these questions to help me flesh out this AU better, and I thought I'd share my process.

If you haven't heard about it, you can check out my other posts about it here as well as the fic I made for it!

So, anyway, onto my ramblings. Prepare for an info dump and a half.

I'm sticking with the main question I've been asking myself for this post, and that is:

Why did Mori create Dazai? Why not just stick with Elise? What are his motivations?

This has been one of the toughest questions I've been faced with when I imagine this AU. It stumped me for a long while, so I just ignored it for the time being. But after a deep analysis of Mori's character, I've come to a conclusion.

Right off the bat, I'd like to make it clear that Mori has no creepy or pedophilic reasons for creating Dazai in this AU, so throw that thought away. I don't want to hear about it.

For starters, I'd like to lay out who Mori is as a person. Or how I view him, anyway. Deep down, Mori longs to take care of someone. We see this in Beast when he's free from his duties as Boss and is able to open up an orphanage. He states that he wishes he could have saved Dazai instead of manipulating him like he did.

But as it currently stands in the main timeline, Mori is unable to indulge in this desire. He is a slave to the organization, as he puts it, and he has a duty to go with the most logical solution as its leader. Facts over feelings and all that. Whether that means pushing Yosano to her limit despite his own hatred for using fear as a way to control people or sacrificing Oda, someone who he knows is very dear to Dazai, for the sake of obtaining the permit.

All this to say that Mori is very repressed. Personally, I say that these secret desires manifest themselves in Elise. She has some of Yosano and Dazai’s characteristics, both people Mori wish he could've cared for properly, and he spoils her openly, almost as if he's trying to make up for lost time.

Now, back to the AU. Elise's existence allows Mori to indulge in his fantasies, yes, but he wants something tangible. Elise is a manifestation of his own wants, but she's not real. So Mori decides to make an android. Maybe it's in a moment of weakness, so desperate for something, anything, to care for to make up for the pain he's caused.

Why not just adopt a child? Well, as much as he would like to, having a child in the Port Mafia isn't a wise decision, morally or logically. So he settles for an artificial one. It's different enough from Elise because it's something that can just vanish into thin air like she does. Something physical.

He works tirelessly to design, engineer, and produce an android that can give him as close to what he wants as possible. Not a baby, though. He couldn't bear that. He settles on a young teen for the design (again, not for creepy reasons, you weirdos). Something that he could care for, but isn't entirely helpless.

I imagine the first thing Mori did was create the AI for this thing before working on the body, and suddenly, this AI just starts yapping at him from his computer. The android takes on a life of their own. Starts calling themselves "Osamu Dazai." Orginally, Mori was set on creating a feminine-leaning android (his failures with Yosano are still haunting him at this point), but Dazai's like: uh, hell no. I am Osamu Dazai. I am a boy. Fix my body, u stupid doctor. (I love transzai)

Anyway, Dazai helps Mori design the body he wants. It's more androgynous than before, which Dazai enjoys. He's implemented into it shortly after it's finished, and voila, our favorite little bandage boy, is born.

Sure, Dazai isn't exactly what Mori had envisioned when he first started the project. He had imagined something more docile, easier to project his desires onto. But Dazai is what he is, and he won't be changed now. He's here now, and he's here to stay. Very human, despite how he came into this world or how much he denies it.

I may or may not have been influenced by the recent release of the Stormbringer Manga with that last bit. Anyway, Dad Mori is real. He's just not very good at it.

[madi-writes-things]

Nobody Pt. 5

(C.Sturniolo X Reader)

Summary:

Chris and Y/N never seemed to get along, but sometimes help comes from the most unexpected places

Word Count: 906

TW: Cursing, SH (not in detail, but it is talked about), Hurt Comfort, Crying, Not Edited, Hangover (again, I’ve never even had a full beer. So this is probably not realistic 🤷‍♀️), Liquid Tylenol (self indulgent, but I personally struggle with swallowing pills. Any thing other than my iron pills is liquid 🫠), mentions of a dead sibling/toxic family, birthday stuff

A/N: I have over 100 photos/videos from the hozier concert… it took so long to find the Chris pics 🙃.

-Madi <3

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Y/N’s POV

Pain. Excruciating pain all throughout my skull and body. I reach out and realize that Chris isn’t in the bed with me. When I finally muster up the strength to open my eyes I see a bottle of water, liquid Tylenol, and a note on the nightstand.

Out filming with the boys, I’ll be back soon. I got you the liquid Tylenol, I know you struggle with pills (especially if you’re nauseous). Make sure you drink plenty of water, and try to eat something :)

I quickly take the accurate dose of Tylenol, nearly in tears about the fact that he remembered my struggle to swallow pills. My hands shake as I lift the water to my lips, my mouth feeling dryer than the Nevada deserts. The thought of eating right now made my stomach churn. I rolled over, and tried to imagine Chris holding me. As much as it sucks, it’s the only way that I can sleep at this point.

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Chris’s POV

I hated leaving her alone this morning, but our video is supposed to go up at 6:00 today and we hadn’t even filmed it yet. I left her a little note with some pain meds and water, I honestly hope that she didn’t wake up yet. The thought of her waking up disoriented, without me there is one that I’ve been trying to push to the back of my mind.

“dude, she’s fine. We’re almost home, and she probably just rolled over and went back to sleep if she did wake up.” I look at nick when he says it. I know he’s probably right, but it doesn’t stop the incessant bouncing of my legs.

I finally decide to change the subject to something that I’ve been thinking about for a while. “What are we doing for her birthday?” I know she doesn’t celebrate her birthday usually, but I think she deserves a celebration. Nick and Matt both make faces at me, conveying my thoughts. “Listen, I know that she doesn’t celebrate, and I understand why… but I want to make her feel loved, we’re basically the only family that she has.”

“we’ve tried to do birthday stuff with her…” Matt starts, staring straight ahead. “I promise you, she’ll just cry.”

Before the conversation can continue, we pull up to the house. I’m out of the car before Matt can even get the keys out of the ignition, and I’m up the stairs in no time. When I open the door she’s laying peacefully on her side, the water bottle is empty and the Tylenol has been opened.

she looks so peaceful. Her hair falls gracefully across her face, and her arms wrap around her body. As I get closer I notice something odd about the way she’s lying.

there are obvious tear tracks down her face, and he’s holding herself tight… it resembles the way that I hold her.

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Y/N’s POV

I feel hands on my face before I register the fact that I even fell asleep. Soft hands, brushing the hair from my face and pulling me gently from my slumber.

“Hey baby” that when my eyes open. There he is, crouching in front of me. Chris. “There she is.” He’s practically giggling, which makes me smile.

I sit up quickly, making myself a bit dizzy. He just holds me upright, a slight look of worry in his eyes.

Suddenly his hands are on my face again, wiping away my tears. He wasn’t supposed to see that, he can’t know that I cried myself to sleep because he wasn’t there to hold me. That’s not allowed when you’re fake dating someone, you aren’t allowed to need them this much.

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I can’t get out of Chris’s bed. I no longer sleep in my own, and as soon as I opened my eyes this morning I regretted it. For a moment, right when I woke up, I felt like it was going to be a normal day… but then I saw the date when I opened my phone.

I contemplate trying to sleep through the day, when I hear the door creak open. I roll over to see Chris balancing a personal sized cake in one hand, and a ballon that says “20” in the other.

I’m crying before he can even make halfway to the bed. As soon as he sees me crying he rushes to set the cake down and comfort me.

“I know baby” there it is again, even when we’re alone it slips out sometimes. I live for the moments that I can pretend that he loves me too. “I know you don’t really celebrate, and I understand why, but I also think that you deserve to feel cared for and celebrated by the family around you.”

now I’m crying even harder.

I hate today, partially because it reminds me of my brother, but also because I feel like I’m not allowed to be happy on a day that centers around him. Growing up, I wasn’t allowed to celebrate, my parents practically refused to acknowledge me on my birthday after his death.

“Here, I had nick get your favorite flavor” he shows me the cake that was formerly sitting on the nightstand. He places two candles into the cake before lighting them. “Make a wish.”

I wish that this wasn’t fake, that someone could actually love me as much as Chris pretends to.

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@unbruisable @bernardsbendystraws @sturniolo-fann

[hiemaldesirae]

i have less than 24 hours left before i have to go through one of the most stressful days of my life so. heres a list of my fav radiostatic fic recs in no particular order

clarification: by radiostatic i mean fics where vox is 100% not the dom in the relationship. most of these dont contain explicit sex though, and im not recommending any straight porn fics here because you can easily find those with a click and search through the bottom vox tag lmao

most of these fics are unfinished, so be warned that i will not take accountability if you get attached to these without them being finished properly. in fact ill just laugh at you because then we'll be suffering together

now, that aside- starting off strong with some of the more popular fics:

RHTVS / Radio Healed the Video Star by Aspiring_Forest_Witch

notes: LONG fucking fic. like this guys almost 700k words long fic. one of the best things ive ever read in my life though and it has a plotline thats frankly more engaging than the actual showing of hazbin on amazon. so. you know. if you have the time to read it Please do you wont regret it

Unraveling Emotions by Xaelei

notes: one of my favourite fics ever on god. started my brainrot for dad!husk, portrays one of the most scrumptious radiostatic dynamics and is generally so very well written that i might end up trying to recreate one of the scenes in comic form. genuinely in love with this fic and im so glad i can say i was the first comment on this fic because my God its such a treat to see new chapters drop for this. unfortunately i havent had the time to write out a detailed comment as of now but if someone wants to let the author know that im still in love with their fic and will continue supporting it until i drop dead go ahead for me

Safe with Me by rillyrillo

notes: the prequel and main fic of this series is human radiostatic, though the sequel is set in hell. it comes with gorgeous gorgeous art and frankly one of the most exhilirating endings ive ever had the pleasure of witnessing play out. i recommend you guys check out their other fics too, the art continues in them + their radiostatic is written wonderfully across all universes!

A Month of Rut by Vylad

notes: this fic is very self indulgent to me. i love the way radiostatic is written in this one because theyre very soft and sweet, but others may not prefer it if theyre looking for freak4freak radiostatic. if you just want something to indulge in and relax with at the end of a heavy day though this is my #1 rec. i read this sometimes when i find myself crying at night lmao

Down, Up, and Back Down by CowboyEnthusiast

notes: made me sob like a baby. 10/10 no notes whatsoever read it for yourself because you WILL not regret it. i genuinely am always at a loss for words whenever i reread this because it is among the most gutwrenching but beautiful and poetic works that ive ever read and i think it deserves some recognition

Mind the Gap by ZLynn

notes: again, to reiterate, i do very much dislike the abusive!staticmoth portrayal i see in a lot of fics. but in this one... it's written so perfectly, i can definitely see it actually happening. i enjoy the way that val does still seem to care about vox, albeit in his own twisted way that eventually breaks and fractures their love and trust, and its just. Ugh. So fucking good

+ with the less popular but still wonderful depictions of radiostatic that i love to indulge in:

i'll give you a show (cause it helps fill the seats) by dead_and_dreaming

notes: absolutely shameless plug from me for my dear mk's work because i cant stop thinking about the way that she's portrayed al here. its actually insane how fucked up that stupid little deer is and i just. i really fucking love the way that their alastor is written, it's genuinely probably my Number One depiction of alastor ever. i demand more of this stupid little freak RIGHT NOW!!!!

Any of the fics by Rachello344 in the Hazbin Hotel Fandom Tag on their profile

notes: so remember when i told you guys i wouldnt be linking straight porn. looks away... okay in my defense though i read the smut for the characterization and their unique dynamics. its sooo interesting to see how their radiostatic is explored here and im honestly refreshed by the depiction of their relationship. im here for it !!!

The Read 'Em and Weep Series by TooManyPseudonyms

notes: so from what i was able to piece together (everything flies over my head when im reading, forgive me for my low media literacy) this is an au set before the hotel where (in the first work) al and vox are in a qpr relationship. in the second work this evolves into a romantic relationship, and the exploration of their dynamic through this is just... Yeah. please read it its 100% worth your time and so underrated it hurts my heart

Uneasy by Saezs

notes: this fic is one of the first radiostatic fics i read (the others being RHTVS and... i think i tried the 666 series, but it didnt appeal to me lol) and its actually just wonderful. i really love saezs's genderfluid vox and how supportive the other vees are of them <3 their portrayl of the characters puts a smile on my face whenever i reread their work

Heat Waves by HappyPRAWN

notes: i'll be fr dsmptsd hit me like a truck when i read the title but it is such an interesting debut! only at one chapter as of me making this post but the way the author wrote this is so engaging and it really makes me wonder what they have next in store for the fic

Do I have your attention now? by Chi_Chi25

notes: wow no way we have the same name... anyway ahem. ill be completely honest this ones a bit of a guilty pleasure for me. this fic is a bit fragmented and short, so for people who click off fics when they see imperfect grammar this one may not be for you. however if you can look past that, it has an engaging storyline and quite the juicy concept :)

Killer Ex by FanGirl48

notes: gorgeous, gorgeous little human! radiostatic oneshot. i love the relationship that vox and al have here... the reasons why they both stayed away from each other even though theyre still so very clearly down bad for each other... anyway. i think about this one a lot and i still go back to reread it sometimes lol

Negotiations by FanGirl48

notes: i didnt realize until i started making this list that this fic was also written by fangirl48.... go off queen keep feeding us (me). this one was a fic recommended to me initially by link nonny, and i can 100% vouch for how good it is. its got appletv interactions, radiostatic plus lucifer trying to navigate heaven, angels... basically everything needed for a very varied and well packed with flavour story

The diary of a Serial Killer by ShippersCave

notes: okay im running out of brain juice at this point but. yeah this fic is soooo self indulgent to me. this ones another human au, with al as a serial killer and vox as the journalist trying to conduct interviews with him. its got SUCH a good dynamic between al and vox, i encourage you guys to check it out and give it a chance even if youre not really into human aus.

My heart's been pierced by Cupid by ShippersCave

notes: pirate/siren au !!!!!!!!! RAAHH !!!!! i dont have to say anything else for this if thats not enough to get you to click then i dont know what is

System Shutdown by Swoolie

notes: i cant believe i nearly forgot about this one LMAO... vox goes onto a temporary hiatus and everyone goes crazy about it. im not really sure if this counts as radiostatic frankly because of the way its tagged but its so good i think you should give it a read anyway

Together in Radio Static by Anonymous

notes: QPR media husbands radiostatic au !!!! i love this one especially because it opens off with vox slapping alastor across the face for leaving him LMAOO (deserved)

What Has Been by Tianren

notes: another human au (YEAH YEAH I KNOW. JUST HEAR ME OUT OKAY i swear im cooking) look, as someone with religious trauma deeper than i can properly express and the worlds fifteenth worst parental issues, the depiction of vox in this fic just really hits home. i really adore the exploration of voxs past and how the themes of religious guilt and cults are woven in so far- and it blends very seamlessly with their human au, despite the characters eccentricities

you're too sweet for me by awestruck_atrophy and moonbeanies

notes: basically, vox and al make a deal where vox tries to help him out of the shackles or whatever that are bound to him because of his stupid dumbass lusting for power. its very intriguing so far and i love the setup and worldbuilding the authors have done, so you should check it out if you want a unique perspective on radiostatics relationship

candlelight by curtailed

notes: the best way i can think of to describe this one is like... fake marriage but instead of fake marriage its. fake roommates??? the author probably puts it better than me tbh. its super interesting so far, i cant wait to see where this one is headed especially with how unique its premise is!

Zero Day by Anonymous

notes: this one is like those time regression manhwas. you know, the ones where the protag goes back in time and proceeds to try and avoid everyone who made their life miserable- only to fail because for some reason now they're paying attention to them more than they would have had they stayed the same person. its certainly very promising, though! i do love indulging in time regression stories, especially when the mc is someone i love like vox. i really cant wait to see which direction this one is headed in :)

Never as Good as the First Time by IComeForFanficsNowin403

notes: okay. so, uh. um. so- this one is in spanish. HOWEVER its premise (serial killer alastor meets television star (?? i think. its not quite clear) at a party hosted by rosie, moves into his neighborhood to keep an eye on the pretty prey) is just so unique i honestly think its worth the experience to pull out google translate and try living the machine translated life. really. give it a chance. also its got beautiful art to go along with, so.. you know. thats just a bonus!

+ honorary staticmoth and one-sided/past radiostatic fic rec:

Freak-A-Zoid by Femalefonzie

notes: this fic deserves every single piece of praise its ever gotten because good lord. its SO good. i was not seeing the radiostatic twist come in, but it *is* mostly staticmoth. and also a/b/o but i mean. who *hasnt* indulged in a little bit of a/b/o before honestly

there are other fics that i personally like to indulge in, but i frankly wouldnt recommend to anyone else because they're either the kinds of fics that i myself can only bring myself to read after ive spent 8 hours at work crying into my pillow and need to look at something entertaining, or when im starved of content and cant be bothered to cook myself so i pull out the translator and start going at it. (technically i should know how to read french by now but. urgh. anywway..)

[miss-bushido]

Making paintings with his tongue

Day 1 of @domeddieweek

Prompts: Soft Dom and Praise Title from the song 'Taste' by Sabrina Carpenter Rating: E Pairing: Eddie Munson/Chrissy Cunningham

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Chrissy lay on the carpet of Eddie’s bedroom, licking her lips in anticipation as she waited for Eddie to come back from the bathroom. He had gotten her riled up, flushed and pink and pliant, his hands and mouth as skillful as ever. He’d added something new to the mix this time: calling her his good girl as his hands roamed, his mouth sucking bruises on her skin, the combination making her feel as though she was losing her mind.

“Can I try something, sweetness?” he’d asked, his own face flushed, his hair wild. “I’ve been wanting to use my handcuffs on you.”

Chrissy had squirmed in his arms, arching her body into him. “Yes,” she said immediately. “I keep looking at those handcuffs on the wall and wondering when I could ask about them.”

Eddie gave her that dimpled grin in response, sliding his hand between her legs to press his palm down on her clit through her soaked panties. “All you have to do is ask, Chrissy.” He gave her a long kiss and then pulled back. “Get on the floor for me, baby. No shirt, just the panties on.”

“Okay,” she managed, letting out another gasp as he pressed down hard before he got up.

“Good girl,” he added, a smoky quality to his voice as he leaned into her ear, sliding his tongue up the lobe before he left the bedroom to go wash his hands in the bathroom. “Stay there.”

After he left, she got off the bed and laid on the floor, tossing his AC/DC shirt back onto the blankets as she did so. It seemed to take forever for him to come back, but once he did, clad only in his black boxers, he set right to work putting his plan into motion.

“Fuck, you look like a goddess,” he said, grabbing the handcuffs off of the wall. He knelt down over her, kissing a trail up from her hips to her breasts, flicking his tongue along each nipple before moving to her mouth. “My goddess,” he murmured against her lips. He clicked the handcuff in place around her left wrist, looping the long chain around the foot post of the bed before clicking the other handcuff around her right wrist. “How are they?” he asked. “Not too tight?”

“They’re fine,” she answered, wiggling her fingers, unable to tamper down the smile on her face. “Now that I’m in your clutches, what do you have planned for me?”

Eddie made an appreciative noise in his throat, gently tugging on her hips to pull her closer to him along the carpet, making the chain of the handcuffs go taut. “Oh, there’s a lot, but…off the top of my head,” he kissed her mouth and then reversed his course back down to her hips. “I want to indulge myself in your sweet pussy.” He ripped the fabric of her panties, making her gasp, tossing the scraps to the side.

“Oh,” she breathed, watching as his coffee-colored eyes got even darker as he kept looking at her as he moved down between her legs. He placed his hands on her hips, effectively pinning her to the floor.

“So beautiful, so perfect,” he said, kissing her left inner thigh. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” As if to punctuate his question, he slid his tongue between her folds, his tongue curling on her clit.

Chrissy gasped loudly, trying to move her hips to chase his tongue.

“Stay still, sweetness,” he said, giving her pussy another lick. Chrissy shuddered and groaned, but followed his directions. “Good girl.” He resumed sliding his tongue along her pussy, slowly, almost torturously so, at least by Chrissy’s estimation.

“Eddie,” she gasped, biting her lip as he worked her over. “It feels so good.” She tried to move her arms, but the handcuffs held them in place. She let out a whine. “Wanna touch y-ou.” Her voice stuttered as his tongue circled around the hard bud of her clit. “Oh God, it’s so good!”

He grinned against her folds, sliding his tongue deep inside her, feeling her walls clench around him. He dug his fingers into her hips, certain to leave some bruising come the morning. “‘S good for me, too, sweetness. You’re so hot like this. So pretty and docile for me. I can’t get enough of you.”

His praise was hitting deep, the combination of being restrained in two different spots, combined with the way his tongue explored her? It was heightening everything, and she almost wished she was blindfolded, to see how much more intense everything could get. Another swirl of his tongue and she clenched her fists together, another moan driven from her mouth.

“You sound like you’re close,” Eddie teased, lightly gliding his tongue over her clit. He was barely touching it, yet it sent pinpricks of pleasure through her, making her gasp repeatedly. “Are you close, sweet girl?”

“Yes,” she answered, her voice quivering as if she was about to start sobbing. She looked down, seeing the raw naked desire for her on his face. “Please, can I come?” She didn’t know why she asked, but it felt right to say it at this moment.

It seemed to be the right thing for him, as well, if the way he groaned was any indication. “Yes, you can come. I’ll make you come.” He gripped her hips tighter, resumed sliding his tongue along her folds, making figure eights to ensure he paid attention to every part of her, always ending with his tongue curling over the hard nub of her clit.

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie!” she yelled, her orgasm slamming into her. He didn’t stop licking her, moaning against her pussy as he lapped up the flood of her juices. “It’s so much!”

“So fucking hot,” he growled, giving her one last lick before he pulled back. HIs face was slick with moisture, eyes blown out and chest flushed. “God, I’m so hard right now for you.”

“Fuck me,” she begged. “Please fuck me. Let me keep the handcuffs on.”

Eddie groaned, sitting up on his knees. “Yes,” was all he managed as he pushed his boxers down, his hard cock springing free. He gave himself a few strokes, bringing his precum up the shaft as lubrication before he moved to line up with her center. “Take me, baby,” he said, sliding into her with a loud groan.

Chrissy shuddered at the feel of him entering her, bringing her right leg up to wrap around his waist, making him slide in deeper. Both groaned at the sensation, and again when Eddie began to roll his hips in earnest.

“Such a good girl for me,” he breathed, bending down to kiss her on the mouth. “All mine.”

“All yours,” she agreed, rolling her hips to meet him, pleasure radiating through her at the motion. “You’re going to make me come again, baby.”

Eddie gasped. “I can feel it.” He sped up, fucking her in earnest. “Take all of me, Chrissy. Come for me. Come on my cock.”

Her second orgasm hit just as hard as the first, making her wail in pleasure. Eddie followed soon after, groaning her name loudly as his hips stuttered and he came inside her.

She sighed happily, nudging him forward with her leg so she could kiss him again. “I love you,” she said.

“I love you, too, Chrissy,” he replied, kissing her deeply. “Let me take the handcuffs off.”

“Keep them on me,” she said. “But, add a blindfold.”

Eddie let out a groan of longing, chuckling at the same time. “Didn’t realize my girlfriend was such a good sub.”

She gave him a knowing smirk. “It helps that my boyfriend is the sexiest dom I’ve ever met.” Nevermind that he was the only one she’d ever met. The only one she’d ever explored this side of herself with. It was intoxicating. “Next time, could you be a little rougher with me, too?”

“Fuck, Chrissy,” he breathed. “You’re a dream come true.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere.”

He gave her a smirk and answered, “So I’ve discovered. Don’t worry. There’s a lot more where that came from.”

“There better be,” she said, a teasing grin on her face, already anticipating what he would do and say next.

[sparklingmineraltequila]

American Wasteland

Note: Finally, a Cassandra POV. Sorry that it's a tiny bit shorter but I have had one of most emotionally traumatising weeks of my life. Don't worry, next chapter I'm back on my shit with smut and all.

Warnings: 18+, drugs, alcohol, sex work, references to past abuse, domestic violence

Hot afternoons can feel like an impending scream. It's the mundanity about them that has always killed Cassandra. All the filth and despair of wide, yawning night with its neon lights and hookers on pavements and aching solitude is manageable; at least she can focus her misery on something concrete. But these baked afternoons, when the hours bleed into one amalgam of humming fans and beading sweat, plunge her into a white hot light of clarity at just how fucking sad she is. She's indulging herself too. Has been for the past three fucking hours, doing nothing but picking at her nail beds and staring at a stack of Crash's books against the wall and studying them. He dog-ears his pages, she already knows that, and from here she can see that he cracks the spines too, not surprising. Cassandra quickly pushes down the bubbling sentimentality she feels at the closeness of Crash in those simple acts. Harder still when thinking about those ice blues eyes, the absent minded twisting of a wedding band that's no longer there but the memory of an ex-wife that Cassandra knows nothing about but her name, that oily scent of tobacco on his fingers when he pushes them past her lips. The trailer door opens and he comes in: Crash holding a pharmacy bag,

'You're up,' he states, not daring to make eye contact after what transpired last night. Cassandra thinks it's the first sheepishness she's ever seen cross the stoic lines of his face. She doesn't reply.

'I got you some aspirin,' he continues, setting the bag next to the bed, regarding her for a moment longer which she returns with a glacial look.

'I don't have to talk to you,' Cassandra deadpans, not even bothering to sit up.

'I know,' Rust returns, with an equal frostiness that sends Cassandra into indignant fury.

'How dare you take that mild-ass tone with me,' she spits, now shifting to sit up, 'I got fucking drugged and fucked and then made a complete goddamn fool of myself spewing my guts on the side of the road like some fucking teenager.'

'You are a teenager.'

'I'm twenty fucking years old.'

'Oh you think that a couple months, some cussing and hard-ass attitude means you ain't a teenager. You've still got your goddamn baby hairs, Cassandra.'

He's right and it makes her sick. All the things that she's done to shed that oppressive sheath of girlhood to become a woman. Woman: the word always seemed glossy and unattainable to Cassandra. Fuck if she didn't practice at whatever she thought it entailed: learning how to properly inhale, switching from tights to stay-ups, conditioning herself to like beer by forcing herself to order Blue Ribbons when she went out. It would also mean a whole new type of navigation in her relationships with men; the idea of sex now lingering behind every exchange. Sex. It's what has practically defined her life since she went through puberty. Who to do it with, who not to, how to use it, how to make that biker think you want him without ending with your head bashed against the stage when he realises you don't. Cassandra has learnt to keep her desire and attraction to a minimum. Like with dope dealers, the dumbest shit you can do is get addicted to what you sell. Then Crash came along and fucked up her whole plan. In and out of stripping, pay for rent and save up for student debt, get away from dad and stay alive and sane. But no, not since that night that he came in that year ago, hair starting to turn from that golden to the caramel brown that it is now and cut surprisingly short for a biker. He'd sat with Ginger and a few other of the Iron Crusaders, nursing a Lone Star with a look. far more terrifying than the feral cruelty behind his companions' eyes: ice cold impassivity. A man with nothing to lose has a degree of violence to him allowed by his complete detachment to anything and anyone. Cassandra knew this and yet still locked eyes with him every time she saw him watching her on stage. Never a lap dance, though. She'd tried once and his disgust had made her feel smaller than any of the copious insults dolled out by her father,

'No.' Crash had said firmly, pushing her off with a surprising gentleness.

'It's fine, y'know. It's my job,' Cassandra had tried to reassure him, sitting next to him. He'd turned to look at her and had asked,

'How old are you?'

That had made her arch her eyebrow,

'19. Why? You like 'em older?'

To a less observant person, Rust's jaw muscle twitching would've gone unnoticed,

'Yeah, I do,' he'd said, shoving a twenty dollar bill in her panties' waistband, Cassandra noticing how he'd chosen to place it on her hipbone, 'Clear off, baby.'

'Want me to send over Rose? Red-head, real pretty.'

As Cassandra had said this, a burly Iron Crusader had called her name from across the club, making her turn,

'Yeah, baby?'

'Come bring that pretty, lil' ass over to daddy's lap,' the man had slurred, making Cassandra wince and start to head in his direction. That was until Rust had grabbed her wrist, halting her,

'Easy, Thunder,' he had called over to his fellow Crusader, 'I haven't decided whether to take this one for a spin, yet. She any good?'

'The best, Crash,' Thunder had cackled back, raising his beer in salute to him. With that, Crash had pulled her down into the booth next to him, lighting and a cigarette with complete disregard towards a confused Cassandra perched next to him. When she'd tried to straddle him again, he'd pushed her off,

'Listen, I have a quota to make so do you want a fucking lap dance or not?' She had huffed with a slight agitation in her voice that she hadn't yet learned how to conceal. In those days, she was hungry for it: money, sex, attention, security. Too hungry to learn how to manage it when it spilled over and tinged her tone in desperation.

'What's your quota?' Rust had asked through an exhale of smoke, seemingly uninterested.

'Around 50 dollars, at least.'

He'd arched his eyebrow at her,

'You tryin' to do one over me?'

'I'm desperate, not stupid. If I was trying to scam someone, I'd have picked some liquored up truck driver who hasn't gotten some since Missouri,' Cassandra had stated dryly, making Rust's lip quirk up momentarily.

'50 dollars, at least, by the end of your shift, huh?' he'd drawled, cigarette pinched between his fingers.

'Yeah.'

'What time's your shift end?'

'About another hour.'

'How much money are you on?'

'Straight floor work? About 40.'

Rust had reached into his back pocket and pulled out a tattered, leather wallet before putting down 5 ten dollar bills,

'50 but you stick with me until you're done.'

Cassandra had eyed the bills with suspicion and Rust dryly stated,

'Don't be an idiot, Cassandra. Take the fuckin' money and just sit your ass down.'

'You know my name?'

He had jerked his head towards a huddle of Iron Crusaders in another booth,

'You're popular.'

'Oh.' she'd nodded, slightly deflated by the implications. Rust had picked up on the tinge of shame in her eyes,

'Ain't no shame in it, baby.'

'You don't have to be nice about it.'

'I ain't nice.'

Cassandra had regarded him for a moment longer, thrown off by his apparent self-discipline,

'So, you're stuck with me for an hour. What do you wanna do?' she'd asked, tucking her knees onto the booth. Rust had barely spared her a sidelong glance,

'What're you drinking?'

'Jack and coke.'

He'd scoffed at that,

'You're nineteen.'

'And you're a biker running meth so who's breaking the law more, here?'

That had gotten a proper look from Rust, almost turning his head in her direction before handing his glass,

'How's straight whiskey?'

Cassandra had taken the glass from him and taken a straight gulp while being watched by an impassive Rust,

'What's your name, baby?' she asked in a saccharine tone, a slight tilt to her head.

'Drop the act.'

'I don't have a fucking act. This is how I talk.'

Rust had hummed at that,

'Crash.'

'Crash, huh?'

'Yeah. Crash,' Rust had replied, fixing her with a cold stare. Cassandra had nodded, slightly intimated,

'Ok, Crash.'

A schoolgirl crush had morphed into a worrying codependency that had left her strewn on his mattress, in a semi-catatonic state. Worst part is: Cassandra cannot bring herself to hate him. The sickest part of her is even hoping that he kind of finds her attractive like this: at her rawest, most ugly state. She doesn't know how much longer she can keep the jig up; this near constant state of self surveillance is weighing on her heavily and this lacquer of practiced indifference is eroding. Fast. Even now, as Crash places a glass of water, a carton of Marlboro Golds and a bag of those plasticky powdered donuts by the mattress, she can feel her resolve faltering; trying to ignore the small disappointment that he cares so little to concede her her cigarettes. The grit in her wants to right-hook him hard and run away from this place, but she can't and she won't. She doesn't have anywhere left to run and the humiliation of having to ask to crash with one of her fancy college friends gnaws at her. She notices him staring at her, crouched by the mattress. Burying her head in the pillow, she mumbles,

'Stop it. Please stop it cause, I swear to god, that I'll cry if you don't.'

'Cry, then,' Rust mutters, 'Ain't no shame in it.'

'Yes, there is. A lot. Crash, I'm-I'm a whore,' Cassandra chokes out in a sob.

'Hey-Hey, you never fuckin' say that ever again. You hear?' Rust says, voice raising slightly as he clasps her jaw with his hand, 'What happened last night was me, all me. You were high out of your fuckin' mind and, even if you weren't, you couldn't had said no if you wanted to.'

'But I liked it.'

Rust ignores the heat that pools in his gut at those words,

'That don't make no fuckin' difference.'

Cassandra brings her hands to her face, trying to conceal her tear streaked cheeks. A futile endeavour, given the heaves of her sobs,

'It ain't even that. I've been a stripper since I was eighteen. Eighteen, Crash. What the actual fuck is wrong with me?!'

'You were a desperate, little girl with a daddy who beat her and no other choice in this cesspit of a fuckin' world other than to strip for men like me.'

'Not for men like yo-'

'Yes, Cassandra. For men like me. Stop making fuckin' excuses, you're smarter than that,' Rust borderline snarls, her chin still grasped in his hand as he shakes it slightly, emphasising his words.

Cassandra stares at him for a moment before she gives Rust the type of embrace that she hasn't given since she ran up to the police officer who pulled up, just as her dad burst out of the house with the jagged end of a bottle of malt liquor in hand. She buries her nose between the seam of his leather jacket and his faded t-shirt, inhaling deeply: sweat, Camels, beer, faint scent of deodorant. She moves her head up to thank him in the only way she knows how to and starts to kiss his neck. Rust gently grasps her shoulders to pull her away,

'Not now, baby. Tomorrow but not today.'

'I can-'

'You ain't in the right state of mind. I can see it. You ain't my Cass, right now. You're that scared little girl tryin' to reconcile the fact that her daddy has hit her for the first time and that it ain't gonna be the last.'

Cassandra flinches at that,

'Why the fuck would you bring that up?'

'To remind you that you should be scared.'

'Of you?'

'Of any man.'

Cassandra eyes him narrowly as he stands up,

'You heading out?'

'I'll be back, tonight.'

'Can you hand me a book?'

'Which one?'

'Something relatively chill.'

Rust goes to his stack against the wall, runs his hand down and stops at a book before lifting up the ones above it and slotting it out. He hands it to her,

'First bit of philosophy I ever read. I think most of what he preaches is placid bullshit but it ain't too intense a read.'

Cassandra takes The Stranger from Rust's hand and briefly flicks through the pages before landing at the first one. She squints to read some pen scrawl,

Houston, 1987,

For all those sleepless nights and to kickstart those philosophy courses that you've been mentioning,

From Claire to Rust

Cassandra's head snaps up, brow furrowing. She recognises one name, not the other. Her voice is gelid as she ask,

'Who the hell is Rust?'